Brandon Twice
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Reason to be Suspicious
🕑 Added 2020-09-16 02:56:28 +0000 UTC[6 word request: Bodybuilder Transformed Into Living Action Figure]
Barry popped two pieces of gum in his mouth before inspecting his neck in the rearview: hickey free! He ran his hands over his shaved-bald head and practiced an innocent look. He pulled up his tank top and gave it a sniff--smelled like posing oil and his sweat, just as it should--then hopped out of the car as agilely as his 280 pound body would allow. He forced a spring into his step before he got inside the house. His boyfriend Wayne wasn’t immediately visible.
“Honey?” Barry called, peeking into the living room. The TV was on, the remote lying across two couch cushions, but no Wayne. Barry could still smell his boyfriend’s crisp deodorant in the room. He peered up the stairs. “Wayne? Baby?”
Cool hands on Barry’s thick traps made the big man jump. After the start, Barry relaxed when he saw his lover’s pretty face. God, something about those dimples just made him feel so lucky to have him. He leaned in and gave Wayne a kiss on the neck, then went for a passionate kiss on the mouth. He couldn’t resist lifting up the beautiful blond--who was half his size, and stood a good foot shorter than he did--to emphasize his passion. Wayne pulled away.
“Wow, someone’s overly affectionate today,” Wayne said, walking into the kitchen where a pot boiled on the center island. “I wonder why,” Wayne mused aloud.
Barry just shrugged his huge shoulders. “What can I say, I’m in a great mood!”
Wayne raised an eyebrow as he stirred what was in the pot. “Six weeks out from a competition and you’re doing great? What makes this contest prep any different from the last nine I had to suffer through?”
Barry shrugged, then forced a smile. Did Wayne suspect something? “I guess I just have my priorities in order,” Barry said. He licked his lips and grabbed Wayne’s smaller hands in his big muscular paws. He guided Wayne’s hands to his hips, then slid one toward his ass, the other up to his pec. “Right now, if you can take a break from your cooking, I can tell you there’s a serious priority I’d love to take care of…” Barry flexed his huge chest muscle, making it bounce and crunch beneath Wayne’s palm. He stuck his tongue out at his man, then leaned forward and kissed him again--no tongue, just a slow, lingering press against Wayne’s lips. The smaller man took a deep breath, squeezed Barry’s big glute, then turned off the burner.
Barry guided his man to the stairs by the hand, then easily hoisted his beauty into his arms, carrying him like a bride to their upstairs bedroom. He tossed Wayne on the bed, then shucked his tank top. He climbed on the bed on all fours, feeling big as a gorilla as he hovered over the stunningly beautiful man. His gaze locked with Wayne’s icy blue eyes and Barry leaned forward, stopping just an inch before they touched. He smirked and pulled away, then leaned in again--and just to tease, he pulled back. Then he playfully licked the tip of Wayne’s nose.
“Why aren’t you wearing your posing trunks?” Wayne asked, his hands sliding into Barry’s sweatpants, yanking them down just far enough to show navy blue compression shorts underneath.
Barry shrugged. “I changed out of them,” he said, wriggling out of the sweatpants and kicking them off. He ground the bulging crotch of his tight shorts against Wayne’s pelvis.
“You never change out of them,” Wayne said. “You always come home in them. Unless you stopped somewhere else after?”
Barry let out a sigh. “Honey, when I was practicing posing,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “I took a pee break and accidentally got piss all over them. So I did the rest of the session in shorts.” Wayne just stared at him. “You know,” Barry continued, “you can call my coach if you want. He’ll tell you. Let me grab my phone.” Barry hopped off the bed and fished his phone of the sweatpants pocket. As he cycled through the numbers, he saw Wayne rifling through his nightstand.
“What are you looking for?” Barry asked as he climbed back into bed.
“Just… this,” Wayne said. He had an old-looking atomizer bottle. Barry was more disarmed by the cold expression on Wayne’s face than he was by the strange item. When Wayne squeezed the bulb, spritzing Barry in the face, the big bodybuilder was caught completely off guard.
“Wayne, what the fuck was--” Barry’s voice died in his throat. Whatever that liquid was, it stung where it touched. Barry reached up to wipe the acrid liquid from his face, but a moment later he felt like he was falling.
Barry tumbled down what felt like a soft, steep hill. The landing was far more cushiony than he’d expected after such a fall, but when he leapt to his feet he felt some heavy fabric collapsing down on him. The ground beneath him seemed unsteady--constantly moving, lurching like an amusement park ride.
He wrestled with the clothing bearing down on him--what was it, a collapsed tent?--before it leapt off his body seemingly of his own accord. Light flooded the cramped, dark space and he shielded his eyes--but when they adjusted, he saw… there was no way; it couldn’t be... a hand as big as his whole body!
“Come on out, little boyfriend,” said Wayne’s voice, seemingly from everywhere. Barry turned and sprinted from the advancing fingers but his massive quads didn’t allow him to get much speed before the fingers snatched him by the angle. He clawed at the ground but couldn’t get a handhold in the smooth material.
A moment later he was upside down--and staring into Wayne’s face, although it seemed as big as a movie screen.
“Now, Barry, let’s have a little chat,” Wayne boomed. Barry covered his ears as he looked around. Wayne was ENORMOUS--how was this possible?--and what he’d been tumbling down before had been his bed, although at a ridiculous scale. Now, his bed was a hundred feet below him. He wriggled in Wayne’s painful grip, but his now-giant boyfriend gave him one rough shake, which was enough to set the now-tiny bodybuilder completely still.
“See,” Wayne’s voice bellowed, “I got this stuff because I wanted to have some fun. I wanted to see if all those big muscles could, I dunno… squat my dick? Or deadlift my balls? Because deep down, Mr. Bodybuilder, I know you’re exhausted by being the big guy. I know there’s a part of you that wishes you could be tiny, so you can finally give up struggling to be the biggest guy in the room. Am I right? Am I close?”
Barry was too stunned to respond. All of his massive muscles were useless now that his boyfriend was the size of a building.
“Please!” he squeaked. He couldn’t believe how tiny his voice was now! Could Wayne even hear him? “Please, put me down! Make me big again!”
Wayne carefully set Barry down on a pillow. Barry tried to stand, tumbling over as the soft material gave way beneath him. Wayne’s huge hand cupped behind Barry, preventing him from hurtling back into the nether region between the bed and the wall. The huge fingers--as big as Barry’s massive legs!--steadied the tiny bodybuilder. Wayne’s huge face came into view just as Barry collected himself.
“Now, let’s be honest here. Where did you go after the gym today?”
Barry looked down at his tiny form, then up at his enormous boyfriend. “I-I practiced posing with coach!” he lied. “And I came straight home after!”
Wayne raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. “So if I were to check your phone right now, I wouldn’t find any texts between you and that musclehead Jordan?”
At the mention of Jordan’s name, Barry--who no longer had any idea what Wayne was capable of--went white. “Of course not!” he said, which wasn’t a lie. He had deleted all of the messages. “Go, check my phone!” He scanned the now cavernous room, trying to see where his phone had landed. Then Wayne made a fist, pounding it into the bed. Barry was airborne again, flailing his thick little limbs helplessly as he tumbled back into the gigantic bedspread.
Before he could get to his feet, he saw Wayne standing next to the bed, casting an immense shadow over him. His lover raised a foot that was half-again as long as Barry’s hold body. It hovered in the air over Barry’s body. The tiny bodybuilder thought this would be the end--squished into a stain on the same bed he fucked his boyfriend in--but only Wayne’s toe connected with him. The big toe pressed into his chest, squeezing the air out of Barry’s lungs. The thickly muscled bodybuilder tried to flex his pecs to displace the force threatening to crush his ribs, but at this size (which had to be only about six inches tall, he thought--smaller than his dick!) having the biggest muscles in his gym didn’t matter one bit.
“Let’s just see about that,” Wayne said, thumbing through Barry’s phone. Barry couldn’t take a full breath with the pressure threatening to pop his head. He couldn’t believe all of his muscle was overpowered by a single toe! Wayne kept glancing down after each examination of the phone. “You have any private photos hidden on this?” Wayne asked.
“N-no!” Barry coughed. “I s-swear…”
Wayne’s eyes lit up as he pulled his foot away and sank into a squat, turning the screen around so Barry, who was coughing and sputtering on all fours, could see what he discovered. Barry stared into an image of Jordan, the 21 year old bodybuilding hunk he’d met over Instagram, posing naked in the shower. More humbling than the fact that he’d been caught was the idea that the image of Jordan on his phone was about the same size as Barry was now.
“Fuck,” he said weakly, falling backward, expecting the worst.
“So,” Wayne said, plucking Barry’s thickly muscled waist between his thumb and forefinger and yanking him into the air. Barry left his stomach behind as he soared toward Wayne’s giant face. It was all he could do not to puke. “What do I do? Do I swallow you right now and say I had no idea what happened to you? Do I shrink Jordan down and keep him in an aquarium next to you? Maybe I’ll make him a little bigger than you so he can slap you around when he realizes what a piece of shit you are.”
Barry shook his head. “Please, Wayne,” he begged, waving his rippling arms. “Please, I’m sorry! I never did anything with him. It was just talk.”
“Lies,” Wayne said. “Lies, Barry! I know you, big guy. And y’know, maybe I’ll swallow you right now, so you can actually turn into a literal piece of shit after a long trip through my body. You want to be inside me one last time, sweetie?” Barry opened his eyes to stare into Wayne’s gaping maw. He couldn’t believe how huge and sharp those teeth were. The tongue seemed to be its own animal, a tentacle of muscle that lunged out and punched him in the face. Barry put all his steroid-fueled strength into fighting the force of Wayne’s hand, shoving him into the open mouth, but a moment later, he found himself face down on Wayne’s undulating tongue. He stared in horror at the darkness at the back of the hot mouth.
Barry heard a loud slurp all around him and felt hot, sticky saliva spray over his body as his huge legs were sucked into the mouth. The big tongue beneath him bucked and bouncing, pressing him into the rock-hard roof of Wayne’s mouth. Barry felt like he might puke--He’s tasting me! He realized with horror. Was this really how his life was going to end? Two hours before, his coach was telling him he would be Mr. Olympia within 5 years, now he was going to be swallowed, whole.
God, he hoped he didn’t survive in that stomach long.
He felt cool air on his bare glutes, then force blasted him out. He found himself lying in Wayne’s hand, exhausted and dripping with spit. Wayne smiled down at him.
“Are you going to end things with Jordan?” Wayne said.
“Y-yes,” Barry said weakly.
“So I don’t have to worry about what my big bodybuilder boyfriend is up to when I’m not around?”
“No…”
“Because that solution I sprayed you with--it’s long lasting. For the next few months, all I have to do is say a word and you’ll shrink or grow at my command. And that’s not all it does. FREEZE!”
As soon as the word was uttered, Barry’s body went rigid. His eyes opened wide and he found himself paralyzed in place, his jacked arms at his sides as much as his bulging lats would allow. He was still cold and urgently wanted to shiver, but for some reason he couldn’t move.
He wasn’t breathing.
He wasn’t even blinking.
Wayne seemed delighted with the situation, although Barry was still confused. He tried to ask what was going on--tried to say anything at all--but he was frozen in place. Barry felt Wayne’s hand wrap around him, felt the bounce of each of Wayne’s footsteps, until they were across the room. Barry felt himself held forth and stared into a mirror.
In Wayne’s hands was a plastic figure--like an action figure, but far more heavily muscled.
Barry wanted to scream when he recognized the shiny, inanimate body. It was him. He was just a thing now.
“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Wayne said as he whisked Barry across the room. “I’m going to eventually turn you back, and when that happens, you’re going to call your overfed rhinoceros of a lover and tell him that you’re through with his overly pumped up body. Either that, or… you can invite Jordan to come spend eternity standing stock-still next to you in a dollhouse. It’s really only those two choices.”
Barry wanted to scream, respond in any way, but there was no way he was moving.
“Until then,” Wayne said, sliding open a drawer on his bureau, “I think you need a little time to make up your mind.” Wayne produced the music box Barry hated. He reached down and detached the creepy clown from its rotating dais, then placed Barry’s tiny plastic body on it. Barry couldn’t even react when he realized what was going on. He heard Wayne turn the crank several times, then watched as the room--almost inconceivably huge to him at this size--rotated around him while that goddamned Nutcracker song he hated so much jingled beneath him.
“A few hours on my favorite little music box should be enough, right?” Wayne taunted. He pulled out a small mirror and propped it up so Barry could see his shiny naked body, with all its detail smoothed out, with every turn. He couldn’t help but glance down at his dick, looking small and unimpressive now. Wayne couldn’t have possibly known he was fretting about his exposed (and now plasticized) manhood, but he reached out with his thumb and gently stroked it.
Barry would have screamed with ecstasy if he could have. Somehow that one small gesture sent fireworks to his brain. “You like that? Imagine how good it would feel if I used you as a dildo! Now you spin there and think, and I’m going to go finish cooking dinner, then I’ll have a few hours to myself without having to hear about your stupid little competition for once… and then we’ll have a chat about our future. That is… YOUR future, because mine is set either way.”
Barry tried to scream for Wayne to stop, not to leave him like this, but he couldn’t make a sound as he kept spinning as that horrible song tinkled away and he turned, turned, turned...
