Billy (muscle theft weight gain)
by fucil99
Billy walked into the college's crowded gymnasium and looked around. He was fascinated with all the guys there. He was amazed at the variety of their sizes and ages. He wasn't used to being in college; he was used to high school where there was less of a difference in their ages at least. In high school, everyone was either a junior, sophomore or a senior, but here they were all these different stages and some were over 25 years old, and that was definitely different. Sure there were freshman like himself that were fresh out of high school for just the one summer, and they, like him, were still only 18 or 19 at the most. They would be fun to fuck with sure, but they were a dime a dozen. It was the older guys, the guys in their mid -twenties, that got his curiosity flowing. Here, he could have some real fun and here he would indeed have fun.
Billy had just been told yesterday by his grandfather that he was a "mesomorph," and that mesomorphs can change people's sizes. They can reduce them or fatten them up or even age or youthen them. They can do a lot of things, and Billy was just beginning to get his powers. He was so anxious to see what changes he could do to a guy that he was already walking around with an almost permanent hard-on.
Billy wasn't exactly what you would call good-looking himself; in fact, he was very much below average when it came to looks. He was short for a guy, 5'5 and skinny as a girl when it came right down to it. He would have been lucky to get the scale to even read 110 on a good day, but that was going to change for him. That was why he was here in the gymnasium. Here, he was going to get the attributes he needed to be what he wanted to be.
Today he was going to change his body, his life, his world into what he wanted it to be. Today he was finally going to be the big guy, the good-looking guy, the guy who got the chicks without even trying, the guy who made other guys both afraid and envious of him, the guy who could be all he wanted to be! He couldn't wait to do all the things he hadn't ever been able to do in the body he had now. But first of all, he would have to figure out which guys were going to give him what, and what better place to find the donors than here at the school's gymnasium. Everyone here was at least athletic and strong or they wouldn't be here, but he needed more then just a good body. He needed the little things that went with it to help him become handsome: strong manly features; the square-chiseled jaw line; thicker, more pouty lips; a stronger chin (his was thin and weak looking like the rest of him); and he would need a smaller nose (his own was as big as Jimmy Duranties'); and he would need the right hair too. After all, even though he was but 19, he was already losing his. His hairline was receding, and he already had a small but obvious bald spot on the back of his head. It was a genetic family trait he was more than willing to pass along to some other guy's family.
All in all, Billy was quite the mess, and it would take a lot of donors to get him into shape. Billy thought it would be a good idea to build himself a body first. Billy was easily the shortest guy there, and he had to look up to everyone his entire life, and he was pretty sick of that. Besides, he couldn't really pick the right guy for the right feature if all he could do was see their chest and then the only ones he saw were the ones closest to him. He was too short to scan the crowd for the right ones at his height. Billy figured a full foot would do the trick--that would make him at least 6'4" and taller than most of the guys there. But he didn't want to take it all from just one guy, that would be too obvious and might panic and disperse the crowd if one of these guys suddenly shrank an entire foot all at once. If he took just two inches from six different guys, he would achieve what he felt he needed and hopefully the donors wouldn't notice their own loss right away.
Billy was pretty new at this whole thing so he would have to be extremely careful with the way he handled this first part of his transformation. It wasn't as if he had ever really done this before; he just now found out that he could so this was going to be the toughest part. He wasn't sure how he was even going to do it or how to concentrate on the first victim and only take two inches. What if he screwed up and took say 4 inches wouldn't that be noticeable right away?
Who? Who would be the donor of those first two inches? That was the first question. Then he saw his victims. They were all together; there were five of them all standing together in the middle of the basketball court. One of them was taller than the rest of them, and he thought about taking from him first, but he wasn't that much taller than the rest of the guys there, and they were all tall except this one guy he stood out like a sore thumb height-wise, so he figured it would be easier to take from the shortest guy there first.
Billy figured that way no one would really notice it that much. After all, he was already the shortest guy so what would this guy being two inches less matter to them. He was already obviously shorter then them to start with.
The guys name was Joe Trammel, and yeah, he was shorter than the other four guys with him. He was 5'10", and they were all 6 foot and then some, so he already looked obviously shorter than they did.
Joe was not unknown to Billy. He was one of the best basketball players the college had had in years. His height was never a problem for him; he had worked through that problem years ago. He had earned a college scholarship in high school due to his skill at this game and not his height. But there were implications to one's actions no matter what they were, and in poor Joe's case, taking even an inch from him was going to effect his ability to play this game, the way he was expected to play.
Billy wasn't really thinking about hurting this guy. He just wanted two lousy inches in height, and that was all he planed on taking--two inches--that was all he wanted. Billy began to focus in on Joe. He wasn't to sure exactly how he was supposed to do this, but he had to find out with someone so he began to concentrate on the guy. He repeated the word: TWO! TWO! TWO! "There, I said it THREE times," he said to himself. Billy watched Joe closely for any signs of change. Joe looked pretty much the same to him, height and all. Joe was wearing a rather tight-fitting pair of sweat shorts that came halfway down his thighs. His tight muscle tee showed off a developed chest and abdominal section, and these looked well toned and fairly muscular for his lighter than the average weight of 160 lbs. He was very handsome and easy to look at in his own right.
Billy watched as Joe just kept on playing the game, ducking under the taller guys and making incredible shots in the basket every time he threw the ball in the air. Billy looked down at his own clothes hoping he might notice even a slight change on the length of his own shorts but they were the baggy type and still hung down below the tops of his knees so he figured it wasn't working.
Billy was really getting depressed. Had his grandfather lied to him and made this whole "mesomorph" thing up? The bastard! Billy looked at Joe as he was preparing to take a long shot at the basketball hoop. "I should have just said GIVE ME FOUR INCHES!!" He said the last part kind of loudly, but the gym was noisy, and no one really caught on to exactly what he said, but he did cringe when he realized he had just said that aloud.
Billy sat down and figured, fuck it, he'd finish watching the guys play at least. That was when he felt a strange tingle or rather a burning feeling running through him rather abruptly. He felt dizzy all of the sudden as well, as if he were disoriented all at once and he swayed in his seat, and then stood up to get the feeling back to his legs. They seemed as if they suddenly went to sleep on him. They were tingling the way a leg or arm did when it lost circulation. His whole body actually felt that way, but it was more prominent in his legs. "WHEEHH!!WOW, THIS IS WEIRD!!" he said out loud again. This time a few people turned to look at him, but they quickly went back to the game at hand.
Meanwhile on the basketball court, the same feeling quickly passed through Joe just before he jumped up to release the ball for the net. Joe blew it off as overexertion and built-up adrenalin and made his throw, jumping upwards and releasing the ball right in the middle of his jump where he always did, only this time he was now suddenly four inches shorter and the weight and strength those four inches carried with them went with them to Billy.
Joe not only missed what would have been a sure shot! He missed it pathetically! Joe was now only 5'6" inches tall now. He had begun the throw in the normal height for a guy category, and now just before his feet left the ground, he was suddenly in the above average height for a short guy category. He would have only been 2 inches taller than Billy then, had Billy not gotten what he had just lost. Now Billy was not only taller than him by two inches, and he now outweighed Joe by 30 lbs as well!
A very despondent and about to be shocked shitless Joe hit the ground from a height now far short of what his once taller, heavier, and much stronger body had originally attempted to achieve. Needless to say the ball was weakly thrown and dropped far from the hoop where it would have went in. But that wasn't the last of his surprises as his now far too small for his old shoes feet hit the ground. His shorts were now hopelessly too big for him too, and they too followed the momentum of his body in its gravity-driven downfall.
They slipped effortlessly down his thighs and fell around his now loosely-socked calves to the tops of his shoes that were now five sizes too big for his feet. The force took his now oversized boxers halfway down his thinner thighs as well, fully exposing yet another downfall to his sudden lose of height and weight for all to see.
Billy was not privy to that incident but he was privy to its results afterwards, both physically and visually. Billy was now 10 lbs. heavier per inch gained. He was suddenly averagely built and of average height, but he was still very much the same as far as his looks went. Now he was just an average-sized ugly guy, but it still beat being an underweight thin-as-hell geek he was so used to being!
Joe, on the other hand, found this sudden change in perspective totally too much for him, and he was totally freaking out! This was not the way Billy had planned things to go; he only wanted two lousy inches from the guy, not the guy's whole world! Billy watched as did the entire place as a now very much smaller Joe tried to come to grips with the impossible.
Joe at first just stood there looking down at his once tight-fitting shorts and feeling the air rushing around his now smaller exposed less than man-sized new package. Joe seemed like he was in total shock or dreaming this, but as his friends, who were as Billy was well aware of this which was all far too real, went to him and tried to help him.
Joe did finally realize he was showing off unwittingly what was now well less the worth of showing off, and he very quickly drew up his now oversized boxers to hide his new shamefully smaller arsenal.
At the same time, Billy was now finding he was well more endowed then he was before. Not only had he stolen poor Joe's height and weight, he also had taken some of--no, a lot of--what made the old Joe much more appealing as well! All Billy could do now was watch as everyone else did poor Joe's reactions and moves all of which just now increased the hardness to his once-adequate but now powerfully-huge erection.
Billy was loving and dreading the moment at the same time. Guilt and ecstasy combined a fitting and acceptable trade to him. He was young, and this guy was but just the beginning a new life. Sure this poor guy was changed and changed for the worst, BUT HE WAS TOO!!!! And it wasn't all that bad either, although his weight gain did seem to be mostly just the inches and untrained mass on his frame and not the tight firm muscles that Joe had.
Consequences be damned, he thought as he too enjoyed watching the now shorter skinny Joe desperately try to keep his now oversized cotton workout shorts up around his waist without a helping hand. His legs looked pathetically thin compared to what they were when he was taller. At least then they had a manly look to them, and he had noticeable quads and well-muscled calves that showed off his athletic prowess. Now, his once-tight mid-level quad-hugging shorts hung very loosely off his leg
s around the top of his now very knobby-looking knees, and his now twig-thin calves, which looked strained under his diminutive state. The socks that held fast halfway up his once-rather-thick calves now hung loosely from them, held up by nothing but their excess fabric in empty pitiful folds on top of shoes that were meant clearly for a bigger guy's feet.Joe was clearly in shock, and so was the rest of the gymnasium full of people. Billy was still trying to get the height he wanted, and now despite the fact that he was clearly not in total control over his new powers, he was clearly in control of the emotions he got from their results, and judging from the now way more ample and thick new fully erect tool he now owned and the very obvious cum stain on his now tighter better fitting jeans shorts, he liked that feeling very much indeed.
Billy quickly concentrated on the tallest of the guys. He figured he was running out of time, and he needed at least 8 more inches to achieve what he wanted as far as his height requirements went, so he went no-holds-barred on the tallest guy, but this time he held back on the weight area of the transfer--or at least he tried too. "Give me eight inches and twenty pounds, let him keep the rest!" he said what he wanted out loud this time. He figured anyone listening to his what he said wouldn't have actually been listening anyways. Billy waited to see what would happen; he wasn't sure of the amount of control he actually had over this power.
It wasn't too long before the results of his wish manifested themselves for all to see, only this time, the wish was aimed at the tallest guy of the five guys, Brandon Reynolds. Brandon was 6'6" tall and a bit beefier built than Joe was. He actually was a pretty big guy for his height. He weighed in at 265 lbs. of lean muscle. He took up space, that was for sure, but it was of a lateral kind, and he did it attractively. He was easy to look at too; his face was very friendly looking. He didn't have a model's appeal to it, but it was the kind of face that one-night stands are remembered for. Nice square jaw line, firm and yet gentle in appeal, a cute well-groomed goatee, and a confidence to the whole face that showed he was comfortable being who he was and what he looked like, and had been for quite sometime now.
But that was all about to change for the seemingly nice young man--and he was nice. He hadn't hurt Bill in any way, or anyone else for that matter. He was just this young man trying to get into the NBA through his efforts and hard work given to him through a scholarship in this particular school, but needless to say, poor Brandon was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, and that was all there was to it.
Brandon was still trying to comprehend the sudden downsizing of his best friend when his own downsizing began to happen to him. Brandon was consoling Joe with one hand now feeling out of place or least too low on his friend's now thinner and far bonier shoulder when he to felt the impossible. He felt like he had been struck with a sudden bout of vertigo, a dizzy spell that sometimes made you feel only ten times as advanced as that felt.
He was standing there topless in shorts that were the baggier type so popular among basketball players today, and they were the longer variety as well, coming nearly halfway down his long sinewy, muscular legs. They seemed to be migrating down his legs as if they were slipping down off his waist as he stood there, but they weren't slipping at all. If anything, they were becoming incredibly uncomfortable on his waist. The very elastic was burying itself into his skin becoming increasingly tighter as he shrank down in height.
His whole body was changing as he lost his height and Billy gained his muscles and weight so well-worked and purposely-trained that comprised his taller height were quickly becoming a fat reserve as his weight was compacted downwards to his soon to be much shorter height. In essence, poor Brandon was becoming a bit more out of shape and fatter with every passing moment. Soon, the very elastic of his waistband was struggling against impossible odds as his tight abs and body shrank in area lengthwise but grew in size width-wise, filling with what would become nearly 60 lbs. of useless fat reserves for the nice young guy.
Poor Brandon's tight six-pack abs began to soften at first, and then as he shrank, his stomach began to grow into a small gut at first, and then it grew bigger, filling more fully and taking up more space only this time it was horizontal space as he lost the vertical space to Billy.
Brandon was extremely uncomfortable by now, his height had dropped by four full inches, his stomach showing the growth as outward flab, the waistline of his shorts making a snapping sound as numerous bands of elastic gave way to his new girth. Even his loose-fitting leg holes had begun to tighten and were straining to stay sewed together, each seam giving an audible rendering of its doomed ability to hold his fattening flesh sooner than he would have liked. The elastic fabric of his Joe Boxers would join his shorts in their inevitable failure to hold back what was never intended for them to do.
They too soon had a stranglehold on his considerably-sized cock and nads, and soon his cock and his feet disappeared forever behind the stomach that grew so quickly in his view. His clothes gave way to the assault his body now waged against them the sound of which was heard the whole gym. Heads turned quickly to view the new spectacle and stared in awe as this very tall fine specimen of a man was reduced in height to that of a fat overweight guy of average height. To say the whole scene wasn't worth viewing would be a lie. This fine looking tall guy who would have otherwise never have to worry about ever being fat was now going to have to deal with being just that, and all way to suddenly for him to even comprehend at that!
Two very innocent and fine looking athletes had just maliciously paid for Billy's gains with their hard-earned bodies. Now standing there was one fatter shorter guy, butt naked and cold. Multiple folds made up his once fine-looking somewhat hairy ass and thick fat coated arms and legs made up his once sinewy muscular appendages. His face now had more than just two chins, and his balls were forever hidden beneath what was once stretched muscles and now just only fat that would take months, or even years, to get rid of. Next to him even still shorter but having been his present height moments before was a skinny guy who would never gain back what he lost weight-wise. Neither would ever feel the same again.
For Billy, the changes were just as weird but way more beneficial than they were for the first two guys. He was now 6'4" tall, but he was only 170 lbs. all together now and nearly all of it untrained. He looked like it too. His body was a soft but skinny one, barely really worth even a second glance other than to say "uck!" Billy would need another donor to firm up his frame and a few more to improve his looks as well, but that part of his change would now be put on hold as the repercussions of his first two experiments to his power were absorbed by his victims, himself and his impromptu audience of staff and students.
It wasn't too long before half the gymnasium emptied out on its own; the other half was told to leave by an equally panicking staff. A much taller yet still unattractive Billy was happy to just be able to get out of there without anyone noticing.