How Do You Make a Cowboy Cry (muscle theft AR)
by fucil99
Trent had seen enough it was time to change things in the rodeo circuit. He had lost another huge purse to the one of the Corman brothers again! And this time it was Cody, the youngest of the three brothers. Trent's financial situation had nosedived ever since these three guys showed up. They were better bull riders, better bareback riders and better at just about all of the areas he was competing in and they were absolutely ruining his life. Up until two years ago when Travis the oldest first showed up on the circuit, he was star of rodeo, its golden child bringing in endorsements and doing great in competition and financially as well with way over $250,000,00 a year and now he was lucky to make $25,000 in one full year. He was losing his ranch. He had to sell his prize-winning horse just to make the tax payments on the ranch and with these three guys snatching first, second and now even third in just about everything, he was surely going to loose his ranch soon as well.
The Corman brothers were the stars of the rodeo now and everybody knew it. Trent wasn't the only guy who felt threatened by these guys, just about everyone did. Travis was the star of the family. He was the oldest at 27. He was by far the best bull rider in the rodeo and the best in their family in just about all the events they competed in but he was not the biggest member of the family. At 6'2 and 185 lbs., he was two inches shorter than his second youngest brother Tyler. Tyler outweighed him by 35 lbs. but there was no real rivalry. They were all best of friends and having a guy his size on your side never hurt a bit.
Cody was quickly taking after Ty as well. Soon Travis would be the smaller brother at least in size. Cody was equal in weight to him already and an inch taller than Travis was and he was just 19 so he was still growing. Travis didn't care. They still looked up to him as their big brother with respect and admiration. Respecting your elders was a big thing in their family so there was an invisible pecking order that existed regardless of size.
They had other things going for them as well and that was superior looks. They were all considered the handsomest trio on the circuit. Endorsements and ladies flung themselves at their feet. Companies couldn't pay them enough to sell everything from Wrangler jeans to Levi's boots and buckles. Travis was the six million dollar man and his brothers were the billion dollar babies as their nicknames had become. Together they were a marketing force with no match and no equal and absolutely no competition.
They were nice enough guys on and off the circuit, for the most part and Travis had handled fame and fortune pretty well. But the same could not be said of Ty. He ate it up and strutted around like he was a god. He knew he was good and he knew the competition other than Trent and his own brothers didn't even come close to him. He had it all--talent, money, the looks and the body of a demigod's--so he was conceited to the point of being obnoxious at times and he had made some enemies. Even though the other brothers weren't like him in that way, they had rivals. Normally, one couldn't take that much of the limelight and the money in a given sport--but not the rodeo. It pays winners not losers and they had inadvertently made a lot of jealous enemies.
The reason for the endorsements was easy. Besides being natural born winners, Travis and his brothers were godlike in looks and builds. Travis's hair was wavy brown and thick, his face was adorned with the sexiest of traditional cowboy moustaches and they all had deeply dimpled cheeks an eye-catching appeal on such strong faces. He had the classic angular face and strong features that screamed FOXY! They all did. No one was more blessed then these three.
The younger brothers had slightly blonder colored hair. Tyler, 24, had a color in between his older brother's darker hair and his younger brother's almost beach-blonde hair. All of them worked out with Tyler being a near fanatic over it. He was by far the best built of them all. He had toned his body to the point the tight jeans all rodeo stars wore showed every muscle, every aspect of his body including one of the most envious things for Trent--his endowment. They all sported packages given by God and when they sat on the bulls and a good crotch shot was carelessly taken by a cameraman and showed their tight well packed crotches, they were the envy of most guys there. Travis had a lankier build but it was well sculpted as well and Cody, well, he was an up and coming knockout. He and Tyler had goatees that were always kept just right.
Trent had watched yet another 20 grand go to the youngest of the Corman brothers and he knew if he didn't do something for everyone they all faced financial ruin eventually. Trent's grandfather was pure Apache and a medicine man as well. Trent had seen some of the things he could do. He had watched him make spells and cast them and had seen the results. He once watched a rival brave turned into a cowardly weakling and another turned back into a toddler with his memories of being a brave intact and seen another aged physically but stayed young in mind and health. He'd been an old man for 20 years now and has been one since he was 21 thanks to his spiteful grandfather.
Trent went to see Black Cloud, his grandfather. He pleaded with him to allow him to use the powders on the brothers but Black Cloud refused. He would have nothing of it. He didn't use his powers for jealous purposes. They were for rival tribes and braves only, not the white man, and Trent was half-white so he was definitely forbidden to use them. Trent was desperate that day he was going to lose everything, and when you had nothing left to look forward to than losing everything, you reacted accordingly. He waited for the right moment when he was alone and he stole the satchel of powders he had seen used before. Trent was bright enough to have watched his grandfather enough and he knew how to use the powders.
Trent's biggest dilemma was to decide which of the brothers got what powder and that was going to be a big decision indeed. He had the aging powder he could use it on the youngest of them and make him an old man before he ever even saw twenty. Or he could use it on Travis and end his reign at the top in a short time. The weakening powder was already chosen for Tyler. He hated Tyler with a passion and to watch that fine body of his go from muscled to bony was in itself a turn-on for him and to have him so afraid he couldn't possibly stay on a bull assured him at least third if he didn't do anything to Travis or Cody. But he was assured first place if they all went down and that was his intent--take away the competition, eliminate it all together. He would be primed for their endorsement money and the perks that went with it. He was considered to be a good-looking guy and he was well sought after by endorsers before they came along. He just couldn't compete with a total package such as the Corman brothers.
Trent got together all the vials and set them down on his desk and he hadn't made the crucial decision as to which brother got the youth powder or the aging powder. But weakening powder was for Tyler. He took out the bottles that were used to make the youthening powder. It was comprised of several parts that did the actual youthening of the body. It could be mixed in many ways and controlled to take only certain physical features back in time, things such as adult body hair and features such as Tyler's well know monster of a cock could be baby-tized, so to speak. The powders used forced a mental breakdown of control over certain faculties of adult thinking such as attitude, control over temper, adult emotional control, adult decision-making and such. It could alter the size of vocal cords and change speech patterns as well as sentence formation and in some cases given enough of it, it could steal away control of bodily functions and leave the victim incontinent. Trent mixed these together carefully. He then mixed up the weakening powder and poured that into the bottle as well. He could easily pour the contents of the bottle into a drink and it would dissolve away. It was tasteless and odorless so it would not be noticed.
The decision was made about the other two after combining the ingredients to enhance Tyler's potion. He mixed a batch of the youthening potion for Travis. Done right, it would be a slow trip down memory lane for him as bits and pieces of his adulthood, his manly body and control, slipped away while he fought tooth and nail to regain it. It would be fun to watch as he took the trip back into time on a road not traveled by many. It would be full of curves and embarrassments, a road no true macho guy such as Travis would find likeable. His control over his younger siblings would fade as he began to act more childlike against his will. They would be forced to have to take the role of the elders and he the submissive role as the physically younger brother as his already smaller body got younger and less adult. The two brothers would demean him further, asserting not only size control but mental control over him as well. All this in one month's time till one day Travis would wake up and find he needed to be diapered by his younger brothers and all the while he would know he was still the older brother and an adult, but he would find himself trapped in a toddler's body.
Trent mixed the powders carefully and then dumped just a bit of the weakening powder into the pile just for the fun of it. He then put it into a dry bottle. He would administer it over time, a little here and a little there, delaying the fast outcome that would be possible if he drank it all at once. Trent the mixed the aging powder and stored it away. He would start Cody's aging after Travis was well on his way down the timeline, WAY DOWN!
One Week Later: Boulder Colorado U.S.A. P.B.R Rodeo Championships.
Trent had managed to stay in the championships as did the Cormans. Of course they all came in with the highest points standings and Travis was leading with Cody second and the conceited Tyler was third. Trent was some were hovering in between fourth and fifth place. There was a lot of money on the line here and it was now or never. The Las Vegas finals were but six weeks away and this championship play off dictated who went on and who dropped out of the running. Trent was almost assured he would go on as were the Cormans' but in what order they went there mattered. The higher your score here, the better chance you got at choosing the better bulls on down the road at other championship rodeos, and the better the score, the better the next bull would be.
Trent had arranged for him and the brothers to all go out to the local pub for a few laughs and a couple of drinks before tomorrow's rodeo. The brothers agreed. They were in their minds still friends with Trent who hid his rivalry well. Trent waited with all three of the vials a little early start for all of them would assure a win for him and his plan to wait on Cody was abandoned when he heard the amount of the prospected final purse--$1,000,000. That was the incentive he needed and the money he needed to solve all his problems and to behind any of them in point standing at tomorrow's game assured that he would not win the big prize. So he dumped the idea and when the guys had worked their magic on three beautiful ladies and went dancing, Trent doctored up their beers and drinks with just enough for Cody to age 15 or so years overnight and the others to begin their respective journeys on their separate but equally rough paths.
The three brothers returned to the table with the young ladies. They all chatted and Travis and Cody had hit it off big time with the girls and it looked like the two were going to enjoy a little extra-curricular activity that night. Tyler's date stated she had to go home but the other two decided they wouldn't mind going back to the hotel with Travis and Cody. After all, they were the stars of the rodeo and handsome as hell to boot. Why not have a fling with them, the girls thought to themselves. Then Trent smiled knowing it could very well be Travis last piece of ass he'd have for a long time. The three brothers never suspected a thing and all three finished their drinks around 8:30 and told Trent they were going to quit early. They wanted to be in good shape for tomorrow. Trent agreed and the four very good-looking guys, two with babes on their arms, left the bar together as friends and rivals. Tyler went to the local gym and worked out while Travis and Cody went to the motel with the girls and took care of their reservation. Travis was feeling a bit odd though and horny as hell. He hasn't felt this horny in years. He felt like a teenager, his ample manhood at full attention in his tight faded jeans. He gave Cody a wink and handed him his keys to his room and went into his own with his lady friend in tow. Cody winked back and did the same.
Tyler's trip to the gym wasn't going as he expected it to go. He was having trouble with the machines. The weights just had to be off. Here he was having problems with the weights he lifted as warm up and he was struggling to lift them. Tyler saw some locals when he first came in and they had been eating a hole in the back of his head since he had gotten there and this trouble with the weights had him a bit embarrassed. The two local guys were watching him they thought cowboys were all queer and they were determined to give this obviously weaker one some shit. Tyler didn't see them coming up from behind him as he struggled his best to lift 150 pounds over his head. He finally managed to do so but with considerable effort and stamina to do it 10 times with each consecutive lift getting harder and harder as he went. The guys began to laugh at him as he made the last lift with an audible groan. Tyler was humiliated when he heard them laugh. He had never had problems with such a light weight in a long time. He figured they had done something to the tensions on the machine to increase their actual weights to make guys like him feel weak or something. It could be the only explanation for his sudden inability to lift this puny amount of weight.
Tyler had sized these guys up from the first time he saw them and he outweighed either one of them and he could probably beat the shit out of them if he wanted to but two on one would be tough, and he for some reason was apprehensive over a confrontation right now. As a matter of fact, he was scared to death and this really made him worry why would he be afraid of either of these guys or both of them for that matter.
Tyler tried to ignore them as he lowered the weight's tension and began to work out furiously with only a hundred pounds tension on the machine. The weight seemed easy and he rapidly did a 20-rep routine. The guys took seats on the machines to the left and right of him and watched and giggled and made rude comments the whole time he went through his routine. Tyler was pissed but what could he do he thought. He couldn't beat them both he rationalized, denying his real fear with a logical explanation not to start a confrontation he would have done in a second just yesterday.
To them, Tyler, although fairly big in size, was not as big as they were. The fact was he wasn't anymore. The drug unbeknownst had stripped his 225Lb muscular body of 38Lbs and he was now lighter than Travis in reality and to them he seemed meek in attitude, a prime target for two young bullies such as themselves. Ty was suddenly so afraid of them he was shaking and it showed he couldn't believe he was this afraid of any guy and yet he was downright terrified of these two guys.
"Hey faggot. You a rodeo clown?" one guy taunted.
"NAA!! Man he cleans up the cow shit, dude. Look at him. He looks like a pooper-scooper to me, guy!"
"No..No Wait I think he's a fudge packer! Yeah that's it, right boy? Your an ass-packin' fag! Right, BOY?" the other said with a try-and-fight-me-asshole look.
Tyler was now fighting back tears. His mind was a blur. He had never been so insulted and yet felt so helpless. What was wrong with him? Those were fighting words, so why tears? Why not anger? Tyler's eyes welled against his will with tears and just as one broke free of his right eye a guy walked up to the three of them and halted the whole scene. He owned the place and recognized Tyler as one of the Corman brothers. Although he seemed a bit amiss over how docile Tyler seemed against these two young punks he nonetheless ended the terrorist threats against him and sent the boys on their way and apologized to a now crying Tyler. The man just looked at Tyler as he slowly regained his composure, the threat gone and his fear level back to a controllable level. He wiped his eyes clean and felt deeply ashamed for the first time in his life. The guy shook his head.
"I know who you are boy. But I'm ashamed to have a coward like you in here boy. You understand me son?" he said in a disgusted tone of voice. The very words of the statement reverberated through Tyler's head like rocks bouncing off its exterior. He should have blood pouring down his face. He felt that ashamed by his inactions and the words the guy said. He was a coward. What else could be? What else could he have looked like? "I want you to go on now and don't come back OK? I think the boys might have been cruel and all boy but you sure ain't no real man to me either! So you go ahead and finish if ya want to but don't come back here. We don't cater to queers boy, famous or not!" the owner said.
Tyler looked up at the guy. He was a big guy, about his size or at least as big as he used to be. Ty hadn't a clue he was actually smaller yet. He mustered up all the courage he could find. He didn't know why he was suddenly afraid of guys but it ended here. He wasn't going to allow one more guy to intimidate him and call him a queer. Tyler stood up and clenched his hands into fist. He had to make a stand against this guy. At least it was one on one and there wasn't any back up as far as he could see. The fight would be at least a fair one. To the owner, Tyler wasn't much of a match for him. Hell, even his workout shorts were riding down below his underwear's waistband. They looked too big for him and added an air of weakness to his appearance.
Trent had overdosed Tyler by mistake and the effects were escalating and Tyler's muscles were dwindling in size as he clenched his fist tighter. His whole body was getting smaller less extrusive in appearance, less threatening to the guy who although he must have seen it happening seemed to be more interested in further humiliating the once proud stud. Ty's weight dropped another 15 lbs. as he stood there. His shorts rode down farther and hung precariously on his thinner upper hips. The once tightly filled leg holes now awash with more then ample room swung in the air as Ty made his first lunge with a right-handed throw designated for the guy's face. He missed his mark as his height changed as well three inches disappeared from his height during the throw and his once mighty long arms shrank in length and he came nowhere near his intended mark.
The owner saw that Tyler was shrinking in height and size now but he was still in a defensive mode and reached out to block the punch. His open hand grabbed Ty's clenched fist two inches from its intended striking point and he easily stopped its momentum. Ty felt his shoulder give to the sudden stop of forward momentum and his arm dislocated from his shoulder. The pain was so bad he feel to his knees just beating his shorts there as they too left even narrower thighs and traveled down now much thinner legs. The owner heard the audible pop of the separation of arm and shoulder blade he cringed himself knowing how painful that must be. He released his grip on the now sobbing cowboy's fist. Ty's hand went immediately to his shoulder and caressed it. It felt weak to him thin and muscles like a skinny guy's shoulder would feel. His tightly pain closed eye's widened as he saw how thin his arms now were. Tyler's jaw dropped open and fear ruled his very thoughts. His world had changed a blink of an eye.
The owner was as equally shocked at the event and he too had the look of amazed shock on his face. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" The guy said as he watched poor Ty in a state of pain and panic endorsed by fear and confusion. His body shook like a cold freezing man's would. Uncontrollable. Tears flowed readily down the cowboy's now thin face, his blue eyes were surrounded by bloodshot watering whites, his nose ran till snot dripped in long strings to the floor below his face. His shoulders quaked in rhythm to his sobs; he looked pathetic and weak and scared to death. One down, two to go, not that Trent got the privilege to watch it happen but he would have gotten off on it if he had. The owner freaked and ran and called 911. He would have a very weird tale to tell when they got there, one he would have little explanation for.
Travis went through the routine as he seduced his girl for a night into bed. He knew how to play the ladies, and one-night stands were a ritual for him. He had never really settled down on with one girl yet. Fame, fortune and traveling the U.S. rodeo circuit had killed more than one long term relationship. Travis was so horny he had a constant hard on and it begged to be fulfilled to release its load and just as soon as she was in bed and ready before he could even get in, he came prematurely all over her breast and stomach, something he hadn't done since he was a teenager. He was devastated and apologetic as his stiff dick dropped down to a soft pliable lump of useless flesh, good for only bladder release now. Try as he did, he just couldn't get it back up no matter what she or he did. It stayed limp and useless. Travis was devastated. It had never gone this way before for him and this was the worst experience he had ever had with a girl.
Travis watched as a disappointed fine looking girl snubbed her nose at his impudent self and left him sitting on his bed in need of a shower to clean off his early ejaculation of cum. Travis sighed and went for the shower. He would have other girls he figured and tomorrow was another day altogether, and he was primed for the win, at least he hoped he would be.
Travis took off his cum-stained boxer briefs and started the shower. His chest, underarms and crotch itched as they never had before. It was all encompassing. It was so bad it ruled his very thoughts as he started the shower with one hand and scratched his chest hairs and his neck and chin, and even his crotch with the other. As soon as it was warm enough he jumped in hoping like hell it would quell the intense itch he was feeling all over his body. It was if every hair had a life of its own; every single strand itched to high heaven. Only his palms of his feet, hands and head were devoid of the intense itch the rest of his body seemed to now have.
The shower was working though the more he lathered up his body the better he felt the itching seemed to go away with every movement of his hands soap filled touch his chest felt better after he lathered it up and vigorously massaged the soap into his thick chest hairs with his finger tips. The same worked for his groin that itched to no end but as he massaged it with his fingers tip feeling the coarseness of his pubic hairs entangled around them it stopped itching too. He did the same for his facial haired areas and it stopped itching. He then did his hairy legs and forearms and again it worked. He felt so good as he moved the showers head and let the powerful massage setting beat away the soap he kneaded to a frothy foamy mess wash clear of his skin he guided the showers hand held powerful spray head all over him letting the very warmth of the water's pulsating spray beat out the days and evenings torments and tensions. It felt so good to him.
He directed it to his groin and it stimulated again an erection as he changed the setting to a violent spraying frenzy that stimulated his balls and tickled his dick's head and base to a full flung erection. With his eyes closed to stop the shampoo from going in them, he played with his dick's hardened flesh. He felt the thick veins that fed it its needed blood, the main vein the most stimulating to his touch. He came soon in a torrent of cum that splashed down with a sound into a growing tub of built up water his feet were now totally submerged in a tub that was rapidly filling up despite the fact he had not set the plug and it should have drained away! But something was clogging the drain and holding back the water.
Travis sighed a relieved sigh of ecstasy and rinsed off his head and face and placed the showers nozzle back in its holding bin and wiped the water from his eyes and looked down at the water that had now risen past his ankles' height. Travis eyes were still blurry from the burning of some soap that had gotten by his closed eyelids. When he felt for the drain, what he felt was hairs coarse hairs and a lot of them had completely plugged the drain to its limits and let the water rise almost to calf-level now the hand full of hair wasn't only thing. It was massive in accumulation and the more his eyes cleared, the more hair he saw floating on the waters surface. It was coated with varying lengths of coarse hair arm hairs, leg hairs, public, hairs and facial hair. It had all been washed from him he looked down at bare legs and denuded hairless forearms. His hands went to both his crotch and his face both were now devoid of hair.
Travis was so worried about his sudden loss of body hair that he had neglected or at least over looked the other changes that had occurred. It wasn't till he actually looked at his arm till he saw it and what he saw scared him more than the loss of his adult hair. His arms were thinner, a lot thinner, and soft looking like a child's arms would be. Travis freaked out and tried to get out of the tub only to find the wall of the tub had grown higher and he had to literally crawl over it to get out. Once out, he just stood there nude and looked around the room. His mouth hung open in a gape. Everything in the room had changed dimensions; it all loomed taller then it had everything. Even the sink was too tall. He wandered over to it in a daze. It was so tall, so much bigger! He was chest level to its countertop now and what stared back at him from the mirror was not Travis the man, the star of the rodeo. It was a boy's face, a face he didn't remember a face that looked like him but was so much younger in appearance. His fear went up as he felt this soft pudgy looking face and knew it was his.
To be continued?