A Forced Change of Lifestyles (muscle theft)
by fucil99
The gym was as crowded as I'd ever seen it the day I met the jerk who did this shit to me and my friends. To say we were changed by the experience would be an understatement. All three of us are way different now; our very lifestyles had been altered by this madman. Try as we have we just cant get back what he took from us.
My name is Rick Bellington. Dallas, Cal and I all used to be pretty big guys. Dallas and I were professional bodybuilders--not any more though! Now I'm not anywhere near that anymore. Let me tell you my story but before I tell you what I look like now, let me tell you how I--how we used to look, how we acted, what we used to do. So here goes, this is the story behind our forced changes.
First, our descriptions of what we once were like. I'll start with Cal. He was my best friend. He was so good looking in every way. He had a body that was to die for, if you liked shorter muscular guys that is. He was about 5'8" tall, just out of the so-called short range for a guy but he was built like a brick shit house. His body was as muscular and well toned as any I've ever seen, not too big though. He had good definition to him; he weighed in at a good 165lbs. Not bad for his height, he didn't look like those shorter muscle freaks looked, that is to say, he wasn't too big for his height. But he did have some big tight chest dominating pecs on him, and his biceps, well let's just say they were huge for his size. They were 19 inches around easy and his forearms were the thickest for his size that I'd even seen. His legs were thick and muscular and he always wore tight fitting jeans that showed them and his fine perfect ass off nicely.
His face was, and still is to this day one best looking I've ever seen, next to mine of course. He had a thick head of hair; we all did then. It was light brown and softly graced with the sun's energy, that is to say, it was sun bleached to a light almost blonde color here and there. His nose was the small unobtrusive type; it sloped to a small blunt point. And his face was angular and strong looking, with the deepest of green eyes and bushy eyebrows and mustache and well-kept goatee. His teeth were perfectly white; he had an infectious smile, one with deep dimples. It's the kind that just caused you to smile back when he smiled at you. The only real problem with Cal was his arrogant attitude. He hated gay guys with a passion, we all did. We would go out of our way to harass them if given the slightest chance to do it but he was the worst about it. He liked to pick on the shorter guys though. I think it made him feel superior to them. I know he didn't like being as short as he was. Even though his body looked perfectly symmetrical in every way, not too stocky and not too small. He looked just right to everybody but himself.
Then there was Dallas. Now Dallas was a classic looking type of guy. He had the lowest body fat of us all. At 4.5 percent, he owned the record at the gym. Try as they might, nobody ever got their body fat count lower than Dallas' was. And he was also both handsome and very well built. He had a classic body if anyone did. He was 6'2" and weighed in at an easy 220 lbs. of rock hard muscles. He had the smallest waist of us all. It was 29 inches around. A tight 8 pack of super tight abs dominated his mid-drift, and huge muscular pecs dominated his front of his upper torso. They were thick and muscular and stuck out from his hairy chest. He was rather hairy. He still is to this day but back to the story, from behind he was the best looking guy I'd ever seen, not that I was a slouch or anything. I looked pretty damn good myself from the front and the back. I just didn't look like he did. I mean he looked Adonis-like. I think he won some of the bodybuilding contests with his looks rather then his size. I mean how could you not be prodigious in lieu of his classic good-looking face and perfect body. He looked as good in jeans as he did in a pair of Speedo posing briefs.
His only real problem was that he had to buy a 32 size jeans to let his muscular bubble butt and thick muscled legs have room that their thick circumference needed. The waistline never came close to touching his fine body's waist. It was the only thing that caught your attention to the way his jeans fit him, the rest of the jeans were as tight as they could be. He always wore a belt to pull the waistline in and that helped a bit, even though you could see the folds in the material's waistline. Hell, most of were just jealous of that fact alone.
Now about me since this is my story after all! I was very good looking, if I have to say so myself! I had the body from heaven. I was toned, fit and built to the max! I outweighed my friends by fifty pounds and it was all muscles, well most of it was. I did have a good-looking mid section. Trust me, my only problem was that I carried a 12 percent body fat count. It made my waistline bigger than I would have liked it to be but it wasn't like I was fat or anything, I just had a bit of a roll to my rock hard abs. They were cut alright, but it was thick at the same time. I had a six-pack ab section that jutted out a bit from my waistline sort of that �'roid gut thing guys who take steroids get.
If I wore a tight fitting shirt it sort of looked like I might need to cut back on the fatty foods and go on a diet. I think it kept me from ever placing anywhere but second or third in competition. But I was confident I would lose the body fat and eventually I would be snatching the first place trophies that Dallas got almost every time he competed. I was good looking though and I knew it. I had the classic face guys wished they had, square angular jaw line strong and forceful looking. Your eyes were drawn to it. I had deep dimples that showed even when I didn't smile; they were a stand out feature to my handsome face. I have deep dark blue eyes that seem piercing to some people and my hair was a dark almost black color; it was thick and well cut. I kept my bangs long for that extra touch. You know, the 'let them hang in your face' type of thing. I figured anyone would love to be with me and/or be me! I figured they felt that way about anyone of us three! And so did the guys! We were all conceited, I admit it, but we were the shit and we knew it!
We all had that "Better then you!" attitude thing going for us, and why not? We were better then anyone else as far as we were concerned. I was the bully type all my life as far back as I can remember. I had the little guys as I called them doing my bidding or paying the price for their insolence. And you definitely didn't want to pay the price. It was a punch to the gut or break your nose or a good ass whopping if you didn't do as I ask, or stay out of my way. No one fucked with me! No ONE! And I loved it. I do miss that part of my old life. Hell, I miss everything about my old life! I miss being the big guy!
Well, I might as well tell you what happened to me and my friends now. I'm fighting back tears as I write this. I wish I could go back and change something and make it all better. I should have been nicer to people, little people that is, but I wasn't and it's too late to change things now! He made sure of that! I'll never be the same again. Fucker!
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Well, like I kept saying, it all started that day at the gym we dominated as the STUDS! Like I said it was so crowded. It was late in the month of May last year. Me and the guys were going to go on a camping trip together to Yosemite and we thought we would go to the gym and get all pumped for the trip and then we would shower and change into our jeans and tees and head out for the trip from there. That way we would all feel like we kept up our routine and none of us would feel guilty for not working out! Anyways, we went in like we always did, our strong necks supporting our inflated egos high and straight for the world to take notice of. I wasn't watching where I was going as I walked in the place. My friends were close behind and they weren't watching either as we just plowed though the crowd. This was our goddamn gym! Who did these little guys think they were using our equipment and all anyways!
Like I said I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped right into this instructor who happened to be spotting what to me was a lightweight for this twig who was trying his damnedest to get the lousy 75 pounds up from a laying position. The trainer had his hands around the bar and was assisting the guy with his lift, probably doing all the real lifting for the weakling! Anyway I hit the trainer with all my forward momentum I had built up to push through the crowd. Now I was a real big guy mind you, 6'4" and 270 lbs. of muscle hit the guy and knocked his hands loose from the bar he was gripping! Well the bar went down to the guy's chest instantly!
Apparently, the guy wasn't really holding it up! The trainer was doing that. Well the bar came down on him like a ton of bricks! It cracked four ribs and caused the guy to have the breath knocked out of him. At the time we didn't know about the ribs but we did see his breath being knocked out of him! He winced in agony and tried to get his breath back at first he couldn't! And he couldn't even move the bar off his chest he was just to skinny to do that. We all laughed our asses off at this pathetic weakling. God how pathetic can you get, I thought as I watched the angry trainer try to lift the dead weight from the guys now excruciating painful broken rib cage. He got the weights off and placed them on the bars holder and turned and read me and my friends the riot act! This little guy was his private customer and paid him handsomely to help him lift the weights and make the guy look good. He was such an asshole about it that the guys and me just flipped him and the now gasping little guy the bird. I didn't even apologize! I figure it was a lesson learned by this pathetic excuse for a man and his he-man servant! I thought personal trainers were for losers anyways! I was always big and never needed a guy to tell me how to get bigger! To me, it was pathetic at best.
Me and the guys went about our workout routines like we always did and we ignored the ambulance and all the paramedics that came rushing to the gym to help the little guy. Why should we have cared if the guy had been doing his own lifting this wouldn't have happened to him in the first place! I sort of watched it out of the corner of my eye as they put the helpless weakling on a stretcher and wheeled him out of there.
Cal started to laugh at the whole sight. He mockingly blamed me for the whole thing with a big smile on his handsome face as he did it. I laughed back and so did Dallas. The little guy over heard us and he knew it truly was all my fault! But he was also very powerful--not that I knew it--but he was. I had no idea who he was and I really didn't care either. My fault or not he was in the wrong place at the wrong time! So fuck him, I said to the guys. They laughed and so did I.
We finished our workouts and headed for the showers. I loved the showers. I thought it was a chance to show off my other very big muscle! My 'DICK'! It was an easy 8 inches limp and a full 11 erect! The others were as close to if not even as big as I was down there We all liked the looks we got from the envious group that usually shared the shower with us. We were SO THE SHIT!
We finished our showers and I looked around the crowded shower area. There were guys who actually had hard ons over just watching us take a shower! It was unreal! But I'll tell you that felt great! To be able to turn on a guy in the shower with just your body! MAN there is nothing that comes even close to that! I was a straight guy then, but it was great to have that kind of an effect on guys.
We went to our lockers and got dressed down to us. We all put on our faded jeans and some really tight fitting muscle tees! Why hide perfection from the viewing audience right? Well we looked great if I had to say it myself! We strutted out of the locker room to the envious stares of every guy there! We did look good. We walked out with a confident swagger to our walks like movie stars do, our powerful bods moving up and down with each step every pumped muscle reacting to our strides. We walked as if we were in a well-choreographed play, and this was our part of it! We looked good as hell! Our perfectly built bodies walking out. Big strong guys in great shape dressed for the rugged outdoors big powerful V-shaped backs with tight bubble jock asses and powerful strong legs to get us where we wanted to go! And the might of strong thick chests tight abs and big as hell lift what needed to be lifted biceps to do our work for us. We were ready for the great outdoors!
We got to Dallas' Jeep and climbed in Cal had to ride in the back. There was no way I was going to be the back-seater. We still had all the plastic windows all zipped up and we were just about to unzip them and pull them down when a Cadillac Seville and two limos pulled in the front and the back of our jeep! I couldn't figure this one out! Who were these guy? What did they want with us? These four guys jumped out of the limo in front of us and two jumped out of the one behind and they all had guns pointed right at us! We were defenseless against this shit. Muscles be damned; we couldn't fight bullets!
What was weird was the fact that everybody in the crowded parking lot seemed to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to this whole seen! One guy he was a strong looking guy kind of good build. Well he puts his one hand up in the stay where you are type gesture. We froze dead still as we watched the one guy pull a canister out of a knapsack and he walked up to our jeep and with a razor knife he slashed the plastic passenger side of Dallas' Jeeps still closed window and popped the top of what looked like a shaving cream can and some kind of smoke started to pour out of the top of it! He threw it in our Jeep and we frantically tried to get rid of it! And then I can't remember what happened, at least not while I was in the jeep that is.
I woke up from what seemed to be the deepest sleep I'd had in years! My head was throbbing when I finally woke up. I wanted to reach up and put my hand to my aching forehead but I couldn't move my arms! What the fuck, I thought! Then I tried to lift my head but it too wouldn't move! I could wiggle my toes and fingers so I knew I wasn't paralyzed but everything else was immobilized--I was strapped down! I started to get feeling back to my limbs and body and realized I was in bondage!
I did feel weird though, like I was weaker for some reason. I felt more tired then I should have! I could look around the room but I couldn't lift my head up. I could move my head from side to side though and I was lying stuck in an almost up right position with my feet hung down wards towards the ground. I was slightly leaned back, and I could see Cal and Dallas as I looked around the brightly lit room. It was huge it looked like I was strapped to a vertical gurney somewhere in the middle of a warehouse! Like I said I could see Dallas and Cal but they didn't seem to be positioned like I was.
Dallas was lying on a flat horizontal gurney with a tube stuck in his mouth, ass and another stuck through the fly of his jeans! I assumed it went into his dick's head. Why else would it be there? There was something else different about Dallas though. His stomach was all wrong. He was still in a muscle tee and all but his abs looked bloated and stretched the fabric of his tee to the breaking point. His fine mid section looked out of shape like he'd gotten fat or something.
I had some kind of thing in my ass as well but I couldn't tell if I had something in my dick too. I couldn't feel it and I couldn't lift my head to look down to see if I did. There was a band of steel just an inch from my forehead. It didn't touch it but if I tried to lift my head it did! It stopped me from being able to look down to see if I did. I must have had one too. Both Cal and Dallas did? What the hell was going on, I thought as I looked as best as I could at the guys! Dallas was laid down flat on his back on a gurney strapped like I was tightly, too tight to even try to move. You could see the straps were tight on him and I could feel they were tight on me!
But not Cal. He was covered in what looked like a nice silk sheet on a regular looking bed. It was as if they left him unstrapped? Something looked really wrong with him though! He was either in a really long looking bed or his legs were tied down with his knees slightly bent or something because he was only a bit over halfway down that bed or he was shorter it had to be one of the three I knew that much.
I began to struggle as best as I could to break the straps that held me down. I tried with all my might but I could not get free. Here I was this 270-pound muscular guy unable to even break free. I was trapped I couldn't help my friends or anything I felt so helpless and confused and above all I was afraid. I fought back the tears that came to my eyes and I could feel them as they left my eyes and traveled down my cheeks. I was so humiliated by this and I was so frustrated at the same time. I hadn't cried in twenty years and now I was unable to even stop them from flowing from my eyes the more I thought about the situation the more I cried. I was whimpering audibly and even Dallas heard me his own eyes were red from his own tears of frustration as well but I just felt humiliated that this was happening to me--the big strong Rick Bellington was crying like a scared kid would.
I managed to stop myself from crying but it wasn't all my doing. A loud humming noise coming from behind Dallas stopped me or rather took my mind off of my situation and I turned my head towards the sound. That's when I saw the liquid flowing down into the tube in Dallas' mouth. It was brown in color and seemed to be a flowing solid of some kind. Dallas's body reacted to it as if it were choking him he was squirming and flinching and moving his body as best as he could like he was convulsing under it's inception into him.
I watched as best as I could as poor Dallas's once tight firm ab section bloated with this new obviously done before fill of new material and content. I winced as I heard audible groans come from poor Dallas he had to have been able to see at least part of the now huge stomach as it expanded under its new filling of the liquid solids that seemed to be pumping directly into his stomach.
I heard my own empty stomach growl as I watched almost jealous that he was at least getting food I myself was starved. I felt the hunger pains for the first time since I had awoken I couldn't help but be slightly aroused by this as well. It was as if he was being force-fed so he would become fat. I vanquished that momentary thought from my mind. Why would such a thing as a guy who stuck to a strict diet and exercise program being force feed till he was fat suddenly entice my sexual desires? But apparently had I was rock hard and I could feel it. I closed my eyes and tried not to look at him. I guess I was tired because just the act of closing my eye's made me feel sleepy. Soon I was drifting off to the hum of the sound of Dallas's feeding tube and I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I could remember was waking up on a bed. It was dark but the bed felt comfortable and smelled familiar to me. I sort of recognized the feel of the bed. It was dark and I couldn't really see anything but I knew this all felt too familiar to me. It dawned on me the moment the phone rang it was a ring distinct to my house only it was a rhythmic phone ring that I picked out to play on my new toy the phone I could control what the ring of my phone sounded like and this was the ring I had chosen. I was home I moved my arms and they were free my legs could move as well. My eyes popped open like they did after a bad dream or nightmare. I remember smiling because I thought it was all just some really weird dream or something.
I moved the heavy feeling blankets off and felt a sudden dizziness come over me like I had slept too long or was sick or something. I was starving as well and my stomach growled like hell. It made unreal noises. I weakly struggled to move my legs off the bed I felt so drained so tired or something. I just didn't feel pumped like I always did. I felt weird. It was so dark I couldn't make out where I was but at least I could move freely again it had to just have been a bad dream I thought.
I got up and reached for the phone. It had weight to it like it seemed heavier to me. I brushed it off as me just being tired or something. I picked it up and a very terrified crying Dallas answered back. His voice was shaky. I could tell he was crying and afraid; the thought scared me as well. I had not really seen myself as of yet. It was still dark in my room and I knew I was in my room but there was a dark shade where my light see-through shade had been. This one didn't let any light in whatsoever. I began to sweat really badly. I'm not usually the frightened type but this in combination with Dallas's crying had me scared to death.
I felt a piece of paper against my leg and I thought nothing of it at first. I just wanted to get some light in my room. My end table where the lamp used to be was empty; the light had been moved. Dallas was trying to tell me something as I went to where the wall switch was. He kept saying over and over again that he was FAT! Why would this stud of a guy think he was fat? I couldn't calm him down. I tried but he kept saying he was fat. My mind was a blur. Why would Dallas the guy with the lowest fat count ever in the history of our gym think he was fat?
I finally got to the light. My briefs seemed too large for me and I had to hold them up as I went. That alone disturbed me but I kept as focused as I could till I got to the switch. I turned it on the phone still held to my ear with Dallas still sobbing and crying. Everything seemed so unreal. My heartbeat was up; I could feel it in my chest, a chest that as I got to the switch I had felt I felt my own ribs. I felt thin flesh where pecs of trophy-winning size should have been. I was frightened. The dream was real after all. I switched on the light and there in my room posing mirror stood an apparition, a gangly skinny apparition of myself! I dropped the phone to the ground and let go of my underwear they slipped down my now bony thighs. Nothing was left of my old body. What stared back with a look of pure shock was me but not me!
I could still hear Dallas crying on the other end but I too was now in tears. Years of work had been erased from my body. Time was gone; all that time was gone. I was a wimp. I was a weakling. That's why the phone felt heavy. That's why the blanket had weight to it. That's why I felt so weak--I was weak! I stared at my puny self for what had to be minutes and I couldn't believe that was me. I cried freely as I stared at myself. I was gone and this was me! I hated what I saw I looked down at my body and saw the next big change. My dick was as small as a boy's was. It was limp of course but it was so small looking and then I saw the scar around it my dick, the dick that had been envied and admired by many had been surgically shortened into a still thick but lithe in length nub of its former glory. Why? How? Who had done such a thing to me? I dropped to my knees and cried--sobbed was more like it. I crawled to the bed Dallas phone altered voice cried in the background. His own worst nightmare was real for him too.
I found the note that had tickled my now bony leg. It was from the guy at the gym I sobbed as I read it as it said, "I hope you guys like your new change of lifestyles!" I gasped as I read it knowing he had done this to us. I feel asleep crying as I guess Dallas had done as well the voice on the phone was the sound of an abandoned phoneline when I woke back up. My eyes were so red with tears my nose a dipping mess of snot. I had even wet my bed this time. I was so frightened and scared.
I heard a knock at my door and recognized the voices. It was Dallas and Cal. They were shaky scared versions of my tough friends. They seemed to be crying. I looked around for anything I could cover my twiggy body up with. I found a robe and even it was too big. The arms void of where my once massively muscled shoulders hung down below my bony elbows, my wrist looked like a girl's wrist would look. I sobbed till I got to the door and opened it there before me was a very frightening sight. Cal was dwarfed in size; he was so short and so skinny! He was as bone-thin as I was and next to him was a towering fat man way out of shape and panting between sobs of tears. Dallas was fat. The trimmest guy at the gym was now the fattest guy in our town, I was skinniest and poor Cal was most likely the shortest guy, Whoever did this to us had shortened poor Cal's arms and legs surgically by over four inches. They had done an excellent job at it. He had full function of them but he was so short now and so skinny anyone could have kicked his ass, even junior high school aged kids.
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That was a year ago now and I'm still skinny, Dallas is still fat as hell maybe even fatter, and Cal, well, he's my lover now--we all are. Who else would have us?