Crystal Doom 2: Too Much Off the Mark (muscle theft)
by fucil99
Benny threw a rolled up sock into the now empty void of his underwear's crotch where just yesterday morning it housed an adequate-sized penis, now the sock's fabric felt funny against the tip of what was essentially a small inch and a half long shaft with a child-sized head on it. It lacked its old size and enough weight to hang so it was almost like a soft erection and somewhere just under it held too tightly against his body and buried in his pubes was his toddler-sized ball sac. Benny wasn't going to be the only guy who had this size dick. Not if he had his way most of the jocks and some of the other guys at his school were going to share in his ill-gotten fate.
Benny's mind had essentially snapped in a horrible way he was now on a mission to share his fate with any guy he was given the opportunity to do this to. But his first victim would be the 6'6" 278 lbs star and captain of the school's basketball team, Mark "The Dunk Master" Dover, as he was nicknamed by his team. Benny carefully packed the rubber-stoppered glass vial of the crystal's liquid into a latex glove and rolled it up tightly and put it in his backpack along with his other books and things. He was careful not to put anything metal into his backpack so he could get it thru the metal detectors at his school without it being checked. Benny got ready and left for his school Canterbury High.
Benny had no problems getting thru and into the school. He attended his first hour of classes with anxious anticipation for his second hour class, one he shared with his first intended target Mark! It was a Biology class and they were doing experiments at the labs set up in the back of the rather large room. They had been doing the lab work the day before so Benny knew where everyone's stations were, especially where Mark had paired himself off with Chris's ex-girlfriend Tina whom Mark was now dating.
There was always a ten-minute break between classes at the school. Because it was so big, it could take you ten minutes sometimes to go from one class to your locker and put your books away and gather the next hour's material and books for the next class that maybe three stories up from your last class. It was really a time for social gatherings for the students and a small break for some of the teachers between their classes to go refill the carafes with coffee or a smoke a cigarette and talk in the teachers lounge.
Benny made a beeline for the class not wasting a second of time; he wanted to get there before anyone else did. Benny got lucky when he got to the class. It was empty and he was the only one in the room. He had been thinking this out all first hour and had come up with a plan. He knew exactly where Mark would be sitting at the lab tables. The seats were cloth-covered stools with enough foam padding to make them comfortable and enough to absorb some of the vial's liquid doom as well. Benny took a chance with the liquid. He knew it might evaporate too quickly if he didn't dilute it with some water. He wasn't sure if the water would weaken the effects but it was the only real way to expose the super stud to it long enough, so that's what Benny did.
Benny carefully took out the vial in a race against time and he took out an eyedropper and filled it with the liquid that he then put it into a beaker of water and mixed it up before pouring it onto the seat he knew Mark would be sitting on. It soaked into the fabric pretty good and seemed to soak into the entire cushion changing its color just slightly but not enough for anyone to notice the color difference. Besides, Benny figured, Mark would be more interested in Tina than the stain anyways.
Benny then sat back and waited for the class to begin. The students filed into the room two and three at a time and took their seats at their tables, as they knew to do. Mr. Hancock walked in and took his seat and began to instruct the incoming students to follow the suit of the ones already there and to sit at their tables where they were yesterday. Mark and Tina came walking in holding hands barely making the bell as usual. Mark was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and a pair of perfect fitting tan colored skin tight khaki Dockers that were just the right length and hugged his fine chiseled well-muscled legs and jock ass and showed off more than adequately Mark's more than huge package. It would have been hard for him to hide that monster anyway so even though it drew the attention of the girls and the jealousy of the guys there was little he could have done otherwise.
Mark liked the attention he got from that fact anyways and he was always accentuating it by adjusting it in his pants from the outside for all to see. Mark was stunning to look at and would have gotten everyone's attention well packaged or not. He smiled for the teacher and the class as he always did, his deep dimples showed on his two-day unshaven beard-stubbled cheeks. His beard's outline was the sexy type that if full it would have been a nicely shaped one. His facial hair was darker than his head's hair was partly because he lightened his hair to that summer beach bum color that set off his always-tanned complexion and well-chiseled good-looking face. His bangs were falling into his face but not long enough to reach his eyes but sexy enough nonetheless. His well-toned perfectly shaped muscular torso overtaxed the sleeveless tee shirt as always and his nipples showed quite clearly as did his other fine features. His rock hard pecs and abs outlined just enough for you to know he was well built.
His fully exposed tree trunk-thick well-defined muscular arms swayed as swaggered by the class and went right for the seat Benny had soaked and as he figured the stud never once looked at the seat. Mark just sat down. Benny waited for the reaction to his finding his seat wet and the ass of his khakis soaked but there was no reaction to the damp seat by Mark at all. He just sat there and giggled and talked and laughed with his girlfriend, never even remotely showing any sign of the fact that his seat was wet and his khakis were absorbing the liquid doom and the water and causing him to look as if he'd had an accident or something.
Benny figured that maybe the liquid had caused the water to evaporate as quickly as it seemed to and now the seat was dry. But how could it have? It had been only eight minutes ago that he soaked it.
The way Mark had straddled his seat with both his long thick legs hanging off the sides of the stool should have had his crotch soaking wet by now. The stool's seats turned and Mark was sitting there turning his from side to side with his gunboat shoes pressing against the stool's four-pronged base as he sat there. It was a nervous type thing he seemed to always do when he was waiting for the class to begin. Benny always watched him as he did it he could see his crotch quite clearly from his vantage point when Mark turned his way. It generally showed off his well-packed crotch quite well for all to see. When he turned towards Ben, Benny looked to see if his crotch was even damp--it was. It was so wet that it had soaked into the entire crotch area of his khakis and darkened the area accentuated by his balls and cock nicely. The pants seemed taxed by their burden to house his now wet monster.
How come Mark didn't feel it, Benny wondered. By now even Mark's underwear had to be soaked by the wet cushion. Mark showed no indication of the fact whatsoever. Even though some of the class had also clearly seen that his crotch and ass were now stained a darker tan from the wet cushion, he showed no signs of feeling it. He and Tina just sat there and did their experiments as they were instructed to do. Benny thought about it and realized that the liquid somehow anesthetizes the feeling in the area of contact, so he wouldn't know he was even wet till he felt it with his hand or something or someone told him his crotch was wet and he saw it for himself. Either way, it didn't matter to Benny now. He just hoped he hadn't diluted it too much and that it wouldn't be as affective.
It was halfway through the hour when Benny noticed that Mark was fidgeting in his seat. He kept having what appeared to be unconscious to him spasms. His well-muscled glutes were contracting and relaxing every so often raising the stud up a fraction of an inch every time they contracted tightly. He was still turning his seated waistline as he sat there and Benny could see that his crotch area did indeed looked less taxed than it did before. Not too much just yet but enough for him to be able to see that his crotch area looked less strained. There was also a bit of extra fabric sticking out from the sides of Mark's seated ass, not a huge amount but enough to let him know that Marks glutes weren't quite as big as the were before
The class was just about two thirds of the way through when Mark finally reached down and scratched his crotch area, and felt that it was damp to the touch. The recognition to it showed in his eyes as they got wider opened and his eyebrows went up as if he was confused as to why he was wet. Benny had been trying not to get caught watching him as he tried to feel his crotch without bringing attention to the fact he was. Mark finally looked down to see if it was visible as well, and of course it still was but not as bad as was at the beginning of hour. Although the liquid had actually released some of the dye from the stools cushion and where his pants were wet to start with was a visible stained outline on them. Mark didn't know why he was wet or the cushion was damp, you could tell he was worried that he may have had some freak accident and soaked both his crotch and the cushion and not the other way around.
Benny could tell Mark was concerned and even confused about that. Benny, for the first time in a day, smiled, as he knew this had to be what he was thinking as he now tried to nonchalantly cover his crotch with his hand while he scoped out the room for voyeurs. There were plenty of them in the room too. All of them except Benny thinking the worst as Mark was.
A few had caught Mark's look of panic as well and hushed whispered talk and muffled giggles filled the rooms many lab stations. Mark was well aware he was the focal point of at least some of that chatter and giggles. His face went crimson red and stayed that way for a while as he realized this fact. Mark's almost permanent smile faded to that of an almost pained worried look. This class was ending soon and he would have to get up and now he was more then aware that his pants were damp at least in his crotch area and from his own explorations of the stool seat his ass was soaked as well.
For Benny this was a double blow, one he hadn't expected. He figured Mark would sit down and feel the wet cushion and spring off of it pissed off right away. But this was even better because he hadn't felt it till near the end of the class and it would be to late to say the seat was wet to begin with. Who would believe him, even Mark didn't believe that.
This was a devastating blow for the 19-year-old senior. For Mark, this was a dilemma he hadn't had to deal with since he was 12 years old and in the fifth grade. (Mark was held back twice in his elementary school years, once in the third grade and once again in the fourth grade. He had ADT and no one knew about it till his fifth grade year.) What happened was a memory that haunted him for years and one he had buried so far back in his mind that he didn't even remember it till today. Now it played out vividly in his head. It was a late spring day and it was near the end of the school day and Mark had been holding his bladder since lunch, He, like most kids who were physically better built than the other kids, was very athletic and since he pretty much guessed he wasn't going to be a doctor when he graduated, he had already started to concentrate on his sports and being the best at that as he could. Being two years older than the other kids his age and having the genetics that made him bigger and taller then most every other kid in his class had its advantages as well. Well, Mark didn't want to lose any time on the field taking a piss so he figured he'd just hold it and just ask to go to the bathroom after class started back up. His regular teacher had left at lunch and a substitute teacher took over the last part of the school day. He was a prick of a teacher who was wise to the guys squandering their class time doing what he figured they should have done during their own time at lunch and was known for denying bathroom privileges till the boys wet themselves in desperation.
Unfortunately for Mark, he was like a lot of young teens, especially boys. Mark's body was growing up faster then his bladder was and that had left him in a compromising position he wasn't ready for and that was loss of the ability to hold his piss like he used to when he was smaller. Mr. Desmond was his substitute teacher for that afternoon. He also wasn't too fond of Mark as it was. (Mark had beaten the shit out of his son when both boys were first graders, a fact Mr. Desmond never forgot.) The fact that his own son was now a seventh grader and Mark was now two years behind him being held back two years was just icing on a cake and Mr. Desmond knew Mark was half baked anyway and everyone did too.
So when Mark still had relative control over his bladders cries to be relieved, he ignored them saying he could hold it. Mark was desperate. He asked again and again was told to stop raising his hand and disrupting the class. Mark asked again and again but the answer was still no. Mark bit his lower lip he knew in a half hour he could have a break if he needed one and he felt despite the fact that he probably couldn't hold it he would try. He squirmed in his seat and shifted his body and even was grasping at his crotch by the time five of those minutes were up but as time went on it seemed like there was no way he was going to be able to make the next ten minutes and still hold it, so he raised his hand again.
Mark had a lot at stake that fateful day. His reputation was tarnished enough by his record of being held back two grades running and only his size and more adult features and attitude had kept him acceptable enough to be well liked. A loss of control could spell certain irreparable damage to a reputation already tarnished by the simple fact that he was held back two years already and shouldn't have been.
But Mr. Desmond had a mean streak and at first ignored poor Mark's waving raised hand and verbal plea of "Please Mr. Desmond I really have to go!" Finally Mr. Desmond relented to allowing the desperate young man the use of the bathroom. Mark was so desperate by the time he was finally given the permission to go he was forced to have to hold his crotch as he got up from behind his desk and stood there clutching fast his already leaking member to halt any further infiltration into his light-colored denim pants. Mark walked as quickly as he could for the door that lead to the classes bathroom each of the classes had its own in room bathroom. The whole class was snickering and laughing thinking it would be funny to see the big bully pee his pants.
Well they got their wish. Before he could even get the door open, he was going uncontrollably in his pants and soaking the floor around his shoes. The best he was going to do now was finish where he would have finished if Mr. Desmond had allowed him to go seven minutes ago. Five minutes later at the request of Mr. Desmond and a security guard, Mark was ushered out into the classroom wet pants and teary-eyed by the security guard and led back to his desk in front of the whole class. His accident was impossible to hide and the whole class got a good laugh out of it. Mark was humiliated and scarred for life by the event. And now it was that feeling all over again, that feeling of everyone seeing him in wet pants and thinking the worst of him and having to live through all of those feelings again.
Benny had no idea of Mark's past experience and really could have cared less even if he did know of it. Benny was too busy watching for the other signs of changes to Mark to really care how he would handle what looked like an accident in his pants. Benny could see the changes were already happening and soon Mark would be wishing that he had really pissed his pants instead of what was really happening in his pants. Mark's record-breaking schlong was shrinking and soon the gargantuan would be just above average and then before this class was over it would be barely average, if that.
Mark's mind wasn't on that thought as he fidgeted in his chair and squirmed uncontrollably with spasms he didn't feel happening to him. The whole time his mind was elsewhere on the fact that he would eventually have to get up and the whole room would see for themselves what he feared the most and that was that he had actually done what he hoped would never ever happen to him again. Of course he hadn't done a thing to himself but Benny had. Benny had changed his world, changed it forever and it was still changing as he sat and waited the dreaded moment he would have to get up and face the music.
The time came and the bell went off and the whole class, at least those who saw what they thought they had seen, waited for the stud to get up. All eyes were on him again, memories of that day so long ago flooded his thoughts as he bravely stood up went crimson red in his face as they did what he so dreaded they just might do and that was to laugh at him. Mark did look as if he indeed did piss his pants while he sat there.
Mark bolted from the room as fast as he could, pushing people out of his way as he went. Benny was hot on his tracks he wanted to see this whole event unfold. Ben followed Mark as he went as fast as he could his head hung down ashamed about what he hadn't really done, or at least thought he had done. Ben followed behind him, he could see more than just a change in the front of this stud's body had occurred. Mark's fine jock ass had flattened and now his pants were now wrinkled and empty. His glutes had diminished and he had lost a lot of his legs mass as well, a fact that didn't show till he was on his feet and the pants looked a bit too big for the once taller and bigger stud.
Mark wasn't even thinking about the fact that his pants were a bit loose on him. He hadn't even noticed that at all. He was more worried by the fact that he thought he had wet them and it might be all too obvious for everyone else as well. He just wanted to get to his gym locker and get a change of pants right there. Everything else was just a blur in his already confused mind.
Benny noticed it though and he was enjoying the fact that the stud was losing more than just his bigger package. And he was definitely losing that big time by now he figured. Benny knew it would be a matter of time and he would notice that his pants and even his sleeveless tee were beginning to get a bit too big for him. Ben could tell he had lost height by the folds of fabric that had begun to pile up on top of shoes that by now surely must have been rather oversized by then.
Mark seemed to be oblivious to the changes as he pushed his way through the crowd. He was still the biggest guy in the hallway but he was losing that edge fairly quickly. With every hurried step he took, he was also losing his height advantage as well. His 278 lbs had dropped by over 80 pounds and his height was rapidly decreasing as well. His 6'6" frame had lost over 5 inches plus by the time he got to the gym and was now subconsciously pulling up his still damp khaki pants every so often as he went. His biggest change still awaited his viewing displeasure though its change laid hidden in his much more roomier crotch area. His once massive 9-inch flaccid cock (near 11.5 erect) was now 4 inches flaccid and at tops 5.5 inches erect it had lost over half of its former size, and it was still shrinking rather rapidly now.
Mark couldn't ignore all the changes. Even under the crystal's strange influence, he had to see that the very walls, doors and the people he had passed were getting larger and taller than he was used to seeing them. Ben was enjoying this so much he was himself sporting a tiny at its new size erection of only 2.5 full inches. He no longer had much to worry about as far as it showing went. It barely moved the rolled up sock that now represented a facsimile of its former size in his crotch. Ben could feel it though and to him it was as if he had a phantom erection that felt like the near 6-inch erections he used to get.
Mark was also now sporting a near solid hard-on that also felt as big as it always had to him as well and it screamed for attention now as well. Now he was both grasping at his waistline of his pants and grabbing at his crotch as well. He was totally overwhelmed by all of these sensations. By the time he finally got to his gym locker and found he was the only one in the locker room, he was so horny that he had trouble unbuckling his belt and finding the button for his trousers. He soon undid everything and unzipped his fly. As soon as he did, his pants left his waistline taking his boxer briefs with them. They slid easily down his thighs; the boxers fell half in the waist area of his pants and finally came to a rest as a mound in a mound of folds around his knees exposing his now thinner legs and considerably smaller fully erect cock.
Mark was in shock over the fact that his pants had left his thighs so easily and even more shocked at the skinny, tiny, less than 6-inch erection that constituted his once proud 11.5-er. He was grabbing at it, trying to get it to thicken and to lengthen back to the size it should have been but it was to no avail and to his horror it was actually shrinking with every tug he gave it. It undulated as if it wanted to shoot its load but with every contraction it lost more mass and size instead. Soon he had it almost completely covered by his clutching hand he watched as its head shrank in size and disappeared into his cupped hand and he could feel it slipping through his hand passing first his forefinger then the middle finger and then the rest on its journey to the surface of his crotch and into the dense forest that was his pubic region till all he could feel was what felt like just the head of an incredibly tiny cock and no real shaft to speak of. His eyes as wide as quarters he spread his hands fingers and saw what looked like a kid's tiny cock buried deep in his hairs. He screamed for the first time and even his scream seemed to high-pitched to be his.
***
Benny had watched the whole thing unfold and he was even jerking off his pitifully small little member the whole time with his finger and thumb. It was hard for him to stop doing it once he started. Then with Mark's scream, he finally came with a tiniest bit of cum that came out more like puss from an infected wound than a shot from his once respectably sized cock. Benny fell back on his ass as he came as if he'd just unloaded a gallon or something. He couldn't believe how it felt and yet he got so little actually out of it cum-wise. It barely soaked the cut back pubes of his crotch area and his dick disappeared even farther this time then it had before. Benny was also breathing in a panicked state now. He didn't want that at all. He desperately fingered through the pubic hair he had cut back to expose his cock's tiny head before and finally found it pressed so tight against his skin that it felt like a tiny mushroom that barely had a stem at all. It was baby sized if it was even that. Benny let out an audible gasp in a higher octave as well.
***
Mark's mind was running on adrenaline only by then panic had actually helped to wet his crotch area for real now and he was rapidly loosing his control over his emotions as and soon he was sniffling and tears were beginning to form in his handsome blue eyes and roll down face into the deep valleys of his beard stubble filled dimples and off his firm jaw line till they either rolled under his firm jaw line and soaked his still thick neck or fell from his square jaw line and hit the ground. He hadn't cried like this since that fateful day he wet himself in that class so long ago.
But now it was a combination of things he couldn't explain that had him emotionally unstable and out of control again. Mark was frantically trying to retrieve his lost manhood and was stumbling around the room with his pants around his knees when he finally tripped due to his pants constricting his movements and he fell backwards on to his thinner, less padded ass and hit with enough force to knock the wind out of him. It was all that brought his senses back to reality and the painful fact that his cock had shrunk down to a child-sized cock now and his days as the hung one were over.
Mark heard the sound of the bell going off and panicked. He didn't want anyone to see what had happened to him. He quickly took his boots off with relative ease; they slipped off even tied up and he snatched off his pants and boxers and ran sock-footed to his locker even his socks were coming off his feet now as he made his way to his locker and got out a clean pair of boxers and a pair of old faded Levis that he'd torn the ass of one day when he was horsing around and quickly started to dress.
He found the boxers barely wanted to stay up and he struggled to get the jeans that were now clearly too big for him to stay up around his waist. He was in a state of confusion, one he had never been in before. He grabbed the belt from the khakis and threw the wet khakis in his locker and struggled to hold up his jeans as he threaded the belt through most of the belt loops and then tightened it till it almost ran out of holes then with an audible sigh from him it finally held his jeans up around his much thinner waist.
Mark's tee shirt that had fit him like a second skin now hung on him like an average sized guy trying to wear a triple X size shirt would. It hung down and covered most of his crotch area and now flat unfilled torn ass of the jeans that were all bunched up on top of his half socked feet he sat down pulled up his socks and was putting on his boots when the locker room began to fill with students. Mark was frantic as he tried to get his boots on and found them more than a little too big. His feet were swimming in them now and he was struggling to catch his breath and crying at the same time as he struggled to get them laced tight enough to get out of there.
Mark finished just as the first of the guys tried to come over to him and see what was the matter with this little guy whom he would never had recognized as Mark! Not in a million years would he have imagined Mark as the guy who stood up and looked around the room bleary eyed and crying. The guy standing there looked ridiculously dressed in a super baggy sleeveless tee that hung down to the bottom of his empty crotch that was easily halfway down his thighs now below the shirttail. The oversized jeans were baggy and airy; horizontal folds flowed down empty to fold after horizontal fold of airy fabric that covered the entire tops of the army boots that looked like clown shoes on a guy of Mark's new size. Mark wasn't just skinnier; he was also much shorter as well. Even blurry-eyed Mark could tell that he had lost a lot of height. He wasn't the tallest guy in the room anymore. The guy coming up to him was taller than he was by at least a half a foot.
Mark wanted to bolt but the guy was on him before he could react. "You all right little guy? Can I help you out dude?" Brian Letterman asked Mark not realizing yet that the kid-sized guy he was addressing was actually his friend and fellow basketball team member and the team's captain, Mark "The Dunk Master" Dover. Mark wouldn't be making too many dunks at his present size of 5'6" and barely 150 lbs now. Over half the class now was taller then he was and he was still getting smaller.
"Leave me alone!" Mark said in a voice that was several octaves higher than it was before. It sounded almost childlike in tone. He was scared to death, confused and utterly devastated by what had happened to him as he tried to break free of Brian's big-handed grip on his now almost frail shoulders. That very morning Brian would have been no problem for Mark to easily push away from him but now he was being held dead in his tracks by a guy who was almost 85 lbs lighter than he was just an hour ago.
Brian's grip on him just tightened the more Mark struggled to break free. He didn't want to be seen like this. It was the last thing he wanted anyone to see him like but the harder he struggled, the more weight he lost and soon he found that he could feel his jeans slowly sliding down his thighs again and he could feel the crotch as it crept farther down his inner thighs as well as he began lose more of his height again.
Brain reached down and put his hand under Mark's wet beard stubbled chin and lifted it so he could look at the guy's face. Brian gasped and let go of Mark when he recognized the face as Mark's. Mark was still very handsome and still very much a grown man as far as his features went and he was easily recognized for who he was by the entire roomful of guys and now one of the coaches who had come into see what was going on.
The coach's eyes squinted and his eyebrows raised up in shock as vertical lines formed between his eyes as he realized just who this short rail thin guy dressed in oversized clothes actually really was. "MARK?" The coach said as he wandered over to where Mark was and stood over him and placed his to Mark huge hand down on the top of Mark's now sweat matted hair.
Mark was now only 5'4" and less than 80 pounds. By then, his world had dissolved away from him. He stood there panting trying to catch his breath and fell into the coach's stomach area crying as he did it. The coach hugged him sympathetically then backed off away from him fearing he might have some weird disease. He ordered everyone in the room to back away from Mark. They did and finally Mark just sat down on the bench, his jeans spread out from his thin legs, the crotch touched his knees, tears poured down his face as he hid it in his thin, skinny hands and sobbed, like a little boy. His shoulders quaked as he did it. Benny had seen enough for now and he had his own problem to worry about so he left before the any real help for the former stud arrived.
***
Benny wasn't finished with the guys from Canterbury High. Not yet and now that his dick was even smaller they were all going to pay.