Barfly (muscle theft)

We go to the same bar every night and I can't help but see you as you always stand out in a crowd. You're very well built and pleasing to my eyes, eyes that are hungry. Hungry for what I need are your muscles. Somehow, I need to embrace you, to touch you, and to feel your nearly 18-inch biceps and caress them and knead my fingers in their sinewy flesh, to feel the hardness that lies just beneath your beautiful tanned skin.

But for me to be able to absorb your muscles you must touch me as well and you are a heterosexual guy who loves women and not guys. So how do I do it? I'm starving as I watch you playing pool with your friends. I stay hidden in the shadows as I enjoy every aspect of your well-muscled body. Your Levis hug your jock bubble-butt to perfection and I lust for it in my mind's eye. I get woozy with hunger as I watch you playing your game. Every time you raise your pool cue to shoot, your muscles firm to attention, and that grabs my attention as well as my lust, and what you have is what I so desperately need.

Your ass is absolute perfection. Housed in the tightest of jeans, your thick well-muscled legs show beneath your fine ass and I crave their size and their essence. I need those muscles of yours. I need the strength that you exude from your persona. I'm too hungry now to let you get away. I'm hooked and, like a lion, I stalk my prey in the shadows of the bar's diffused and confusing lighting. I move to a table close enough to feel the essence of your manhood. I can smell you. I'm that close!

You seem to sense me as your game takes a bad turn and you start to miss the easy shots. You blow off the closeness that has engulfed you as just a chill in the air, but your arms are full of goose bumps now and yet you're not cold! You're actually starting to sweat and the bar is comfortably air-conditioned. You're within my eyesight and you can feel someone watching you! You look around the room unconsciously searching for where this weird feeling is coming from.

I'm not alone in the enjoyment of your view. You're so handsome that so many people are watching for that reason alone. You're used to the attention you usually get, but not this kind of attention! I'm studying you like a predator does its prey. I watch you talk to your friends and watch their reactions to you. Your face is cute, your goatee looks good on you, and your teeth are an almost perfect white as they glow slightly under the pool table's bright fluorescent light that's somewhat clouded by the smoke of nearby cigarettes wasting away in ashtrays all over the bar. It gives an air to you that sets you apart from the other guys and MY HUNGER JUST GROWS AND GROWS!

It's time to make an appearance. We need to see each other eye-to-eye in order for me to get you.

I move again, this time I let you see me. I'm handsome enough to get the attention of most of the bar's patrons on my own so I make sure they see me as well. I like to turn heads and I too like the attention I get, but I'm hungry and my meal is playing hard to get, so to speak, and it's time for a closer study of my victim--YOU!

I move to the table directly in your view from your pool table. I'm close enough now to taste your smell in the air. I've honed in on you and the deal is almost done, but I need your eyes to meet with mine. You get that feeling again. (I don't know what it is but they all get that feeling before they go down!) You shrug your muscular shoulders and rub your powerful biceps with the opposite hands and then begin to look around the room in a wide sweep of what you can see of the room's guests. I know now our eyes will meet so I just wait as your handsome head and face sweep the room until you come to mine. You pass my face by in your sweep of the room and the desperate search for the uneasy feeling that now dominates the very air around you. Your eyes pass mine but quickly go back to mine. You see them shimmering in the dark, pale light blue eyes stare back at you. They stand out and you can't help but to look again at them.

The fish is on the hook and it has swallowed the bait as well and now your muscles will soon be mine. Another victim has been hooked. You try to look away, but that's part of my appeal, the reason I have survived! My looks are just too intriguing for you! You look away again but it's too late--you're hooked. You shake your head and take your turn but fail and miss the shot. You're angry at how bad you're playing but your mind is on me now, and as soon as you feel your friends aren't watching, you go right back to me! My sight has not faltered from you. Your eyes and mine meet again and the game is over for you. You sit long enough for me to set the stage of your departure. I concentrate on your groin and bladder and soon you need to use the bathroom and you need to do it now. You tell your friends you will be right back as you make a bee-line for the men's room as fast as you can.

I love this part of the hunt. Just before feeding, I get off on the accidents as it's fun to watch the poor guys who don't make it to the bathroom. The guys who had a few beers and waited too long as it is have to go and take a piss. I get up and follow you as you make your way through the crowded room. Other eyes are watching you as well as you go. I wonder if they're feeders like I am?

But I don't feel them and they don't look with hungry eyes like I do. Some of them know you and say things like "How's it going Eric?" and a lot just say hey and your name--a name I now know to be Eric Duncan--but I don't care about that. I've known some of my victims intimately before so there's no problem there.

By the time you finally reach the bathroom, you are sporting a fine piss-engorged erection and you are desperately cupping the hard shaft that is now aching from the pressure within. I smile as I think it's fun to watch this happen to big strong guys like you with your inflated egos resting on the very edge of disaster and humiliation. I watch as a young girl who wants to get to know you stops you before you get to the door. You're a ladies man and she's quite beautiful and she stops you for a brief but adequately long enough period of time. You hold your need to piss as best as you can but time has said you will not make it now, all the better I think as you are forced by nature's accelerated need to go to bathroom. You break the conversation abruptly and quickly and push past her in a now even faster pace your eyes widening as you realize that despite your forward momentum and closeness to bathroom that you will probably not make it in time. I'm right behind you now and you feel me near you but your mind has a bigger agenda right now! But I'm weakening that muscle control of yours as we both get closer to the bathroom and before you even open the door your hard cock has begun to relieve some of the pressure of the piss it can no longer hold back. I'm following you faster as I hear you say in a shocked shaky voice, "OOHH SSHITT!" I love this part because I know this sight of a macho guy loosing it right there in front of strangers will be their last site of you as that strong guy with all the well-toned and trained muscles you have now.

Some guys who looked at you with envy now relish in your demise, while the ladies either feel sorry for the event or are shocked by it. You're angry now and fling the door to the bathroom open and run for the nearest urinal still leaking all the whole way. I'm laughing out loud now right behind you but you don't hear me, you don't hear anything except that voice in your head cussing you out for this accident. I turn around and lock the door to bathroom. You don't even hear the click but you sense me there with you so you know you're not alone. Your mind is on what happened and while one hand is holding your ample manhood and aiming it where it should go, your other hand braces your still fine body against the wall above your head. Words like fuck! and shit! are said by you as you shake your head in disbelief and disgust. As you finally finish what began in your tight-fitting jeans, thoughts of how will you get out of the crowded bar without people knowing what happened to you race through your head as tuck in the still semi-hard monster into your jeans and stay turned around till you've checked the damage out for yourself. It's bad enough; it shows clearly and will be hard to hide behind even your big hands. I hear a sigh come from you and watch as you turn around already taking off your T-shirt to wrap it around your waist. You're hoping your fine chest dominating well-muscled pecs will be enough of a diversion for the eyes of the bar's crowd for you to make it to the exit and then your truck.

I watch you and look at your firm abs as they are exposed to me with your shirt covering your face as you pull it off over your head. Your body is perfect to me. An easy 46 inches of pure muscles comprises your upper torso and tapers very muscularly down to a waistline I know to be 30 inches by the writing on the patch of your nicely fitted Levis. It seems almost a crime to take it from you, but I'm too hungry now and it's too late for you. Your thick quads show clearly in the now-wetter confines of your jeans. A large wet area with the size of a dinner plate shows clearly on the crotch area of your jeans. The right leg is soaked to the top of your knee while the left leg of your jeans is wet down to middle of your well-muscled thigh. Your chest is surprisingly smooth with only a modest amount of chest hair and a soft trail that leads my eyes from the deep valley between your firm pecs on a visually erotic trip to through the valleys of your cut six-pack abs. I size you up while the T-shirt still covers your face; I figure with abs that tight your body fat count is an easy 5% or less. I'm impressed as I make my move towards you.

It's feeding time. I've savored my meal long enough. No cook could have made a meal look so much better than you have with all the hard sweat and obvious exercises you've done. You pull the shirt over the top of your head and I'm staring into the most inviting eyes. You're taken aback by my closeness to you and the sheer shock of seeing someone in the bathroom with you at first embarrasses you because of the accident and your face turns into the red color of shame. And before you can think about it any further, my own large hands now are holding onto your wonderfully muscled biceps. They're thick and hard in my hands and become thicker as you tense up and drop the shirt to the ground and ball your big hands into a fist with embarrassment quickly turning to anger and defensive rage. You can't help but to look into my eyes as they have gone from their iridescent pale blue color to a glowing deep red hue. My pupils have gone from a rounded shape to long vertical slits, they are now my specie's pupils and I tighten my grip on your muscular arms. You're still in awe and shock; your reactions have been slowed by these emotions.

I look into the face of my victim. Your angular jaw and high cheekbones are reminiscent of a model's fine features. Your well-trimmed goatee frames all your thick sensual lips nicely. You have a nice strong looking face with hardly any blemishes to speak of. You're in shock now and I know it. I grab you and pull your face to mine and I lock my own thick pouty lips to yours. I begin the process right then and there. I feel you struggling vainly in my arms. I feel the very size of your biceps shrinking in my tight grip on them. I feel your manly forces filling me with the food of your muscles. You bring your opposite hands up to mine and get a good grip on my hands to try to free your arms of my tight grip. At first I feel like you might be able to pull them off of you but as I suck your lips harder, your strength and resolve begin to weaken. Your biceps are no longer the 18-inchers they once were; they are now only 15 inches and dropping. Your whole body's changing, loosing size and definition. I pull you in closer as you vainly struggle against me, but I'm now bigger then you are. You were bigger in the beginning but you didn't react fast enough to me and now you're paying for it with your precious size. I want to feel those firm bare muscular pecs against mine before they vanish from you forever. Your grip is weakening on my hands. You now have the strength of a girl as your muscles begin to drop in size very quickly. The biceps I have been holding tightly in my hands are now much easier to hold as they have dwindled down to 14 inches and their diameters continuing to drop. Your once powerful pecs still feel tight and firm but they are diminishing from you in my muscle-sucking embrace to your lips.

Your mind recoils from the disgusting thought of a lip-to-lip contact with another guy and the realization of what that lip lock is actually doing to you! You now feel your tight jeans becoming looser on you as your powerful quads succumb to my draining lips. Your fine ass that was the envy of the crowd and a lustful view for the ladies (and some guys as well) is disappearing fast. Your waist size has dropped down to only 28 inches and is getting smaller with every passing moment. Your magnificently built body has gone from tightly muscled and attractive to average and now it's below average in size for your current height, a height you will not remain at for long.

I feed ferociously and mercilessly on you. Your days as a big tough muscle guy are behind you. Even if I let you go now you would have been laughed at. Your ass is gone and your powerful legs are now but thinly muscled twigs. And where I could not touch my fingers together around your once-thick biceps, my fingers can now touch and even overlap the first digit of my long strong fingers. Your biceps are now less then nine inches around and still getting smaller in my grip. My firm pecs now press against your small thin pecs as yours deflate under mine. Your powerful shoulders that were once broad and eye-catching are now but narrow reminders of their former glory. Your jeans hang from your waist and threaten to leave them as they are weighed down by your accident and begin to slip down your now-narrow thighs.

But I'm not done yet. I begin to feast on your very skeleton and begin to cause your very structure to change from big-boned to small-boned. You can feel it happening. Your eyes are quarter-sized and tears flow down from them. Your nose is running from your crying and I taste the discharge of the salty water from your tear ducts that rolls over my ever-pressing thick lips. Your own have thinned-down and now I barely feel them. Your height is dropping so fast that I've run out of muscle to suck from you and now just have the bone's mass to take from you. In my firm grip, you are now but skin-covered bones where impressive biceps once dominated your once fine-looking arms. You're shrinking until I'm bending over to continue my feeding. Your jeans and wet underwear now pool around your thin knobby knees and sit folded up on top of a pair of boots that no longer fit your now tiny feet. Your impressive body gives its last bit to me and I pull away. I leave you a short 5'3" 75 pound ridiculous version of your former self. Where an impressive organ once dominated the area between your legs lays a shriveled up tiny appendage that's hanging limp and lifeless and is child sized at best. I leave you with just enough muscle to move your new frame. You fall to your knees and sit on a pair of jeans that will never fit a guy your present size again. I kiss you on the top of your head and leave you there on the floor! My own body is now as full and muscular as yours used to be.

I walk out of the men's room and two guys rush in there pissed off (no pun intended) because the door was locked. I laugh as I recognize one of the guys as one of your friends. I know now you will be out soon most likely helped by the guy who was the skinny guy of your group before I did this to you. Now, that honor--or horror--is your role in the group.

I feel great! My body surges with strength and vigor and I do as I always do. I sit back and wait for you to come out of the bathroom. I want to see this; it's part of the meal (a belch sorts of for me). You're in there for a while and so is your skinny friend who is no doubt consoling you and helping you to deal with this ultimate of rapes.

You eventually come out with your friend's help. Your jeans now look huge on you. Your T-shirt hangs loosely from a body that only a half hour ago had filled it to the breaking point. It's hanging down on your shorter torso like a dress and covering your accident almost completely. Only the wet baggy right knee area shows still very wet. Unfortunately for you, the T-shirt has begun to absorb the moisture from your wet jeans and it appears that you've had an accident anyway. Your friend's belt is missing from his waist, no doubt holding your now oversized jeans up. I smile and your head is hung low and you don't even look up. If you did, you would have to look way up just to look at some of the shorter guys in the face now. You don't even notice as your friend guides you right by me as I watch you go by. The top of your head is now on the same level as my seated head. Unbeknownst to you, your T-shirt now looks like an XXL T-shirt tucked into the back of your jeans. The seat of your pants that was filled to perfection now hangs flatly from your bony ass; the crotch line hangs half way to your now knobby knees and I'm sure you feel it down there too, rubbing against your bony thin lower thigh area, the bottom of your pockets move in unison with your pathetic legs. You'll need child-sized clothes now, I think. You'll be no doubt escorted to a hospital. You're still crying openly. They all do that though. I order a beer and drink it down. I look around at the studs and scope out my next meal. Tomorrow's another day and I will be hungry again.

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