Cowboys No More (muscle theft AP)
by fucil99
Bob went down so quick I couldn't believe it. It was unreal. There next to me was this guy who looked like he could be the next Mr. Universe. He was perfect in every way. His face was so handsome and he seemed so confident and all, standing there in just a pair of jeans that looked painted on and no shirt. His abs were more than just ripped. He was stunning with arms as big around as any real bodybuilder's would be, and legs as muscular and thick as tree trunks. He had obviously worked out every day he could and stuck to that regimen religiously.
I liked him and he seemed to be one of the nicest guys I've ever met. But he was this guy's first lesson for rest of us. He was the proverbial case of the guy being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We were all so stunned and I guess he too was without a doubt.
At least he didn't kill him. Bob never saw it coming, then again none of us did. I watched in awe as we all did as this guy walked up to Bob and simply said, "You're a pathetic weakling. You can't even lift ten pounds anymore." His voice was weird, sounding like it was a dual voice. It had another voice inside a voice to it like two people talking at the same time. One voice was deep and raspy while the other one was soft and almost queer in sound.
I was astounded that this meely-moused little nerd was confronting clearly the largest guy there. We were all shocked. Bob was as equally surprised at this guy. He came out of nowhere and walked into our dressing area and now he was confronting the biggest guy there.
I figured he was a dead man. Bob's a nice guy but you can't just walk up to someone like Bob and tell him he's a weakling. It was inconceivable. It didn't make sense. None of this did. We all started to laugh at the audacity of this little guy. I was sitting down putting on my chaps, which were very tight, as tight as my jeans were, as tight as everyone else's were at the time. I stood up and hiked up the chaps I was putting on. I was laughing so hard I was having trouble fastening the belt. Then he did it to BOB!
He just put his thin little finger on Bob's muscular hairy chest and Bob's face went blank then he backed off. I was gonna grab him and all, but I figured Bob was gonna do it so I stood there and watched what I figured was going to be a blood bath.
Bob's face said it all. His eyes widened as if he knew something we all didn't, and then bam!, Bob's body began to just change! Bob the biggest guy there just started to lose weight, his thick arms got thinner and thinner. He looked as surprised as I guess I did! It happened so quickly. His pecs were huge when that guy first touched them but they deflated like balloons did! They went from there to not there in moments. We were all shocked!
Bob shrank down and his jeans, they just got looser and looser till he had to grab them to keep them up. At first he didn't see that they were getting to big for him. He was clutching at his chest and staggering backwards till he hit the wall with his back, and that stopped him. But by then he had like gone down so far in size we all were bigger than he was. His muscles just like went away and he was standing there and I could make out his rib cage and his arms were so thin, like flesh-covered bones and no muscle at all. It was horrible and he was forced to know it was happening to him he was almost crying and he was stuttering and screaming "Please stop this don't do this, please!" But it was done already by then.
What stood against that wall wasn't Bob anymore. It was some apparition that just kind of had his facial features and bony facial features at that. He fell to his knees still clutching his waistline of his jeans. It was sad; he was crying by then. We all felt for him but fear ruled the room. It hung like a cloud that wasn't there but you could feel it. I myself staggered back away from this weird little guy; my heart must have been able to be heard. I was that scared.
He looked at me next and my heart skipped a beat, then he looked at Casey. Man, Casey's face went blank and you could just tell he was going to be this freak's next victim. we all just wanted to run and get out of there. Here we were these macho Rodeo cowboys and two of us had already pissed ourselves. I was one of them, needless to say. Casey was the other one. I think Bob did too but I can't remember that part.
I was just freaking out. He pointed at Casey and said, "You're a fat little fucker, aren't you?" Now Casey was anything but a fat guy. He was like tall and lean as they came dude! He was a ladies man; he was always a ladies man. He was taller than I was, that's for sure and he had a tight wiry build the kind of guy you think twice about before you provoked him in a bar. He was like one of my best friends and I thought what that guy did to Casey sucked big time. He walked right over to Casey and said, "Little fat guys shouldn't think they can be cowboys."
That's when he touched him! Casey was to me very handsome! He was the tall, dark and handsome type. I told you that part. But he wasn't skinny at all. He was just tall; he was good looking! He had that Robert Redford when he was young look to him. The kind of face that made you take a second glance, and he was well proportioned too, not like Bob was built. Not that muscular or anything even close really. But he had some features that caught your eye and I always watched him when he rode the broncos because he was... well, good looking?
That was then! He is... He's not like that anymore though. That guy, he touched him... HMHMMHM... H-HE... touched himmm. He touched us all!! HE... HE DID THIS TO US!! LOOK AT ME!!! I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Let me tell you the rest.
I can still see it as if it was just a moment ago. Casey was so scared. We all were! We for some reason we couldn't leave that room. It was unreal. We were just frozen there. We could move but we were afraid to. I watched as poor Casey just started to change. He was wearing these nice fitting jeans. They, like all of ours did, hugged his legs tightly and he looked... he looked so cute to me like a cowboy should look!. He was so tall and lean.
He started to shrink but that wasn't all he did. His jeans' waistline had to have been killing him because for every inch he lost, his tight abs gained an inch, even more than that. His flat firm stomach just started to fill out. It fell over his waistline and at first it was just a little bit but it... it... it just grew fatty and soft, you could see he was hating this. It showed in his face, his handsome square jaw line and good-looking jawline like a good-looking actor's it was. It just filled up and then he looked like he had a double-chin. It sagged and then merged with his face till it all looked the same. He was in pain--you could tell that--and scared to death.
His jeans legs, they filled so tight that you could actually hear the stitches giving way to this sudden build up. It was weird though because he was shrinking at the same time his whole body his arms that were now so out of shape-looking and fattening were shrinking in length and getting so fat-looking. He was taller than me before but by then he was this little short fat pudgy guy. His buttons on his pants shot across the room and the sides just burst and his thin legs merged and touched their fatty flesh. They would scrape together when he walked. He was crying; we all were by then. We were so scared.
He looked so different by the time it was done happening. His clothes were gone; he was just covered barely by what had to be the most stretched out underwear I'd ever seen. He had this body that looked so out of shape, a gut that hung over his crotch and completely covered the front but his ass was and still is so huge. Cellulite covered his legs and what I could see of his ass, and that was more than I wanted too! I guess it still does. They weren't the legs of a cowboy's anymore; he couldn't get on a horse now even if he wanted too. He was so short by then and so FUCKING FAT!! It was unreal.
That's when he got the twins. They were nice guys; we didn't deserve this. We didn't?! None of us did. He took those two young men in the prime of their lives and he took that from them he said, "And you two GRAND DADS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!" He yelled it like that. I was shaking; I was so scared. I watched as these guys who were younger than me aged! I mean aged, and fast. They were freaking out, both tried to run away and Tommy, he almost made the door but he was like so old by then. His body it was so fine before he did that. But his pants, well they were just too big for him anymore and they fell around his knees and he tripped in them and took his underwear with them. I remember seeing that even his pubic hair was snow white by then. His legs looked so frail (sigh), so weak and wrinkled.
Then it was my turn. He came over and I remember I was shaking so bad I couldn't even stand well anymore! My legs felt like Gumby legs, weak and all! He made sure they stayed that way. I was so handsome; I was so big. I wasn't Bob but I was well built--I was I was. I remember his touch. It was cold and I could smell him!! It was weird. He smelled like death I think. He reeked badly. He told me that skinny guys don't ride bulls! I remember those words. I watched, unable to move, as my arms, they just thinned down so far!! My... my forearms looked so well toned before! And... and now he was taking that away from me! I could feel my chest sinking in on itself. The room felt like it got bigger, but it didn't! I just got smaller! To this size! I had felt, I felt my own pants becoming too big for me. I looked down and saw them traveling down my thighs. I was in a panic. I... I had had told them up. I couldn't believe this was happening to me!! I was shrinking, growing skinny. I was... I was... I'm fucking kid-sized!!! Look at me, I'm not even an adult's size anymore. I can't even ride a fucking pony anymore let alone a BULL.
He looked at me and smiled and he just left! He left us like this. That's all I can remember. I... I need to sleep. I want this to be just a dream... just a dream!