Jeff and Trent (muscle theft)
by fucil99
Jeff went into the bank thinking this was a big mistake. What if the tales of what the ring could do was bullshit? What if it was a legend without merit or substance, just some stupid fable or something? Jeff thought about it as he wandered up to the counter and had to look up to look the teller to look her face and they were on even ground.
This wasn't anything unexpected or new for Jeff. He was short as hell and skinny as a rail and had been all his life. Nature had not blessed him with much of a body. Not for a guy at least 5'3" tall and less than 95 pounds if that and that would have been if he were wearing heavy denim that was soaking wet. That wouldn't be so bad if he were in junior high but he was a college senior and not some kid although he often was treated as one by his peers.
The ring was a gift of sorts if you can call something you inherit a gift that is. It was his Uncle Ben's ring and he often told Jeff the tales about the ring to him. Stories so unbelievable they had to have been lies. But now that the will was read and he was given the key to the safety deposit box and the least he could do is honor his Uncle Ben's last will and testament and wear the ring as he was instructed to do by the will.
"Hi, I'm... ahh... here about a safety deposit box. I... ahh... got this key in a will and I'm... supposed to empty the box," Jeff said in his usual shy voice and demeanor. The clerk looked down and reached down and took the note and the key and smiled down at Jeff. She was older, maybe his mother's age, and she seemed real nice and all as read the note.
"Ahh yes! Jeffrey Timbles. Yes son, I mean sir, we've been expecting you. Just follow that young man over there and he'll take you to the boxes OK?"
Jeff looked down at the ground she had said it like she was talking to a ten year old boy. He hated being called Jeffrey. It sounded so childish he was so ashamed by it. I'm 23 and not a kid, he thought as he walked over to the guy. The guy towered above him Jeff felt so frail next to him, Jeff thought if this guy would try to take his hand and lead him like a kid. His thoughts stopped there when the guy just looked down and smiled and politely said "This way sir" and went ahead of him not looking back at him at all. Jeff couldn't help but notice how big the guy was and none of it was fat, not a drop. From behind, his guard uniform�'s shirt was taxed to the max at his shoulders and they were very broad shoulders from there. The shirt seemed form fitted; it tapered down to a narrow belted waistline to one of the finest well muscled asses he had seen in awhile. The whole perfect body supported by thick strong massive legs that also taxed the uniform pants he had on. Well at least the view's good, Jeff thought as he followed him into the vault.
"Ah, what's the box's number?" the guy said in a tone not demeaning at all but it was a deep rich voice thick and manly in every way. Jeff's would sound mealy-moused compared to his deep voice. Jeff looked at the key and then the boxes that stretched far above him. There was no way he could have gotten one of the ones from the top with out a ladder or a stool. Jeff looked at the key, cringed a bit and sighed. "Ahh... 28," Jeff said, knowing a small number meant it was on top somewhere. He sighed again and handed the big handsome guard the key knowing full well the box was well out of his range of reach.
The guy smiled down as he grabbed the key. "Yeah, I think this is gonna be a little out of your reach sir," he said as he easily reached the box and put the key in.
Jeff looked down and sighed loudly he wanted to say something but what? Jeff just watched him as he did it and got a better look at the guy's face. Jeff was also not the best looking guy facially either, not that it would have upped his odds much on the dating circuit anyways. But this guy was; he was cute, so handsome and so young. He had the looks of a stud. He wouldn't have had any problems with the ladies, or the guys if ever he were gay, but he didn't strike Jeff as gay at all. Jeff was enjoying his view though. Every muscle on the guy's torso moved when he reached up to get the box. He just had to be a gym buff or something. His well muscled arms filled the short sleeve of his shirt so tightly the veins in his arms showed clearly stiffed for the brief moment of its blood flow by the tight fitting shirt sleeves. Both arm muscles came to life as he lifted the box out and carried it to the table against the far wall.
Jeff waited for him to open the box for him with his key and the one Uncle Ben willed to him. The sandy blond haired young man with a marine hair cut on the sides of his head and thick longer hair to the top of his head motioned with a beefy open hand towards the now-opened box and backed away from it with due respect for Jeff. He brushed the long bangs he had from his eyes and folded his arms and took a protective stance against the far wall as Jeff watched and smiled back at him in respect with the dimpled pearly white smile he gave to Jeff. Jeff couldn't help but wonder what he really thought of him as he passed him; the guard was so much taller then Jeff was. Surely he felt Jeff was less then a real man to him.
The box had more then just a ring in it. It was filled with books and pamphlets and legal papers and what appeared to be stocks and cash--a lot of cash--and the box where the ring must have been kept. It was a little golden box about the size what a store-bought ring would come in but it was gold, no doubt about that. Jeff looked back up at the guard and smiled and shook his head. "This is all mine?" Jeff said in a half-excited whisper with a girl-sounding giggle at the end of the sentence. The guard must have heard it because he giggled in his own manly-sounding voice and then suppressed the giggle and his smile as quickly as he could. Jeff heard the giggle though and let it go. He wasn't too sure why the guy laughed and he was jealous of the guy's looks and took it as an insult of sorts like he might have actually been laughing at him. Jeff was obsessed and self-conscious about his looks; he always had been. It seemed to him like no matter where he went there was always some guy who just made him look and feel like he was ugly and worthless and now this guy, this god of a guy who stood behind him, made him feel so little and scrawny. Sure he could see he was far from worthless. If anything he was rich; it certainly looked that way now and he was a lot better off then this guy was monetarily, that's for sure. But Jeff didn't have what this guy had; he didn't come even close. The guard was like a freaking god in looks, and jealousy never had a better master than Jeff when it came to guys who were good looking and blessed like this guy was.
The guard's name was Trent Blackwell. He too was 23 and had been at this job for only a month. He wanted to be a bodybuilder. He was a farmer's son before his family lost the farm. That's why he got this job; he was hoping to be a model someday. He really meant nothing by what he did. He was simply amused over Jeff's reaction and the simple almost girl-like giggle Jeff had over seeing the contents of the box. He had no qualms with Jeff at all. He was simply doing his job and that was to guard the vault and the people in the vault at the time.
Jeff picked up the gold box with the ring in it. As he opened the box and took out the ring, he held it up in view of the guard who of course looked at it as well. It almost seemed to glow the moment he took it out. It was so big in size; it would never have fit his finger at all. It was just too big. Jeff could tell that before he even tried it on but he put it on anyway just to see. Trent watched as he did it and smiled and let out a low audible laugh at the sight of skinny little Jeff with this man's size ring that sat loosely on his thin finger; he couldn't help it. Jeff looked like a ten-year-old kid trying on his father's old graduation ring and that's what the ring looked like to Trent. Jeff felt something from ring right away though even though it didn't even come close to fitting him. It had something to it like more than just weight to it. Jeff put the ring to his face and he could feel its warmth on his face. Thoughts of things he'd never seen before traveled through his head, places and sites never seen by him clouded his thoughts like he'd been to them, like he'd seen them. They were as real as his jealousy of this guard was to him, this god-like young man with the perfect build and perfect face, a face that had just laughed him for just being too small to wear the ring.
"Did you just laugh at me?" Jeff said looking calmly up to the guy. Jeff watched as the guy gulped and tried to come up with an explanation for the suppressed but audible laugh he had rudely made.
"Excuse me sir. It was very rude of me sir. I... I was just thinking you must have had a very big Uncle Sir. I... I'm sorry sir," Trent said knowing that was the stupidest comeback excuse ever given a client of the bank. He was young and it looked funny to him. He didn't mean to be insulting to the little guy, Trent thought, actually regretting what he did.
"You know what this ring's supposed to be able to do?" Jeff said taking the ring off with ease from his fattest finger and holding it so Trent could see it.
"No sir. I don't have a clue," Trent said as Jeff closed the box and turned around and smiled up to him. He held the ring out for Trent to feel it and get better look at it. Trent waved his beefy man-sized hand at Jeff in a I-can't-do-that gesture. "That's OK sir. I can see it looks very heavy sir, and valuable and old as well," Trent said trying to make amends for his rude behavior.
"It's alright, you can hold it. I bet it fits you better then it does me, don't you think?" Jeff said walking over to Trent fumbling the ring around in the palm of his hand on the way, feeling its weight and its warmth as he went. "Here. Just try it on. It doesn't bite as far as I know," Jeff said as he placed it in Trent's right hand sort of forcefully and against Trent's wishes.
Trent didn't want to be ruder than he already had and the ring would have dropped to the ground if he hadn't grasped it as Jeff let go of it. Trent held it between his fingers and then placed it in the palm of his hand; it was warm to the touch and had significant weight to it like how solid gold would feel like.
"Try it on big guy," Jeff said looking up into Trent's deep blue eyes.
Trent smiled down at Jeff and brushed his bangs from his eyes. "I... ahh... I better not, sir," Trent said trying to hand it back to Jeff.
"Aw come on. You laughed when I tried it on. It's alright it looks like it would be a perfect fit for you," Jeff said putting him on the spot and forcing his hand in the matter. Jeff reached up and grabbed Trent's hand and sort of looked it over. Trent had the hands of a guy who had done work physical work before. They weren't the hands of businessman or a scholar; they were strong hands with thick strong fingers and unmanicured nails--a working guy's hands. Jeff was well aware Trent was apprehensive with what he was doing. "You look like you're about my Uncle's old size. He was big and pretty well built. He was a workingman as well, a farm boy like you probably were. I'd say you're what, 6'2 and 210 something like that, right?" Jeff said grabbing the ring up and placing it on one of Trent's finger.
Trent wanted to pull his hand away but something was stopping him from doing it. This was bullshit! This guy was touching him and all but he was almost frozen in his place. Trent shook his head; his bangs feel back into his face and half covered his view of Jeff. Then he said out of the blue almost against his will, "I'm 6'3 and 225 lbs, sir! And yeah, I grew up on a farm. My dad lost it to the government though." Trent couldn't figure out why he had just told this guy he had never seen before today about his past and why he was allowing this strange tiny guy to touch him at all, let alone place this weird-looking ring on his finger. Trent wanted to back away but he couldn't even move and soon it was too late to even try to remove the ring that was on his second to the last finger. It fit perfectly.
Jeff stepped away from Trent and he just stared up at him with an almost evil grin on his face. Trent immediately felt weird the ring was getting warmer. Trent found he could move his torso again but suddenly he felt so afraid of everything. He knew this ring just had to come off. This wasn't a good thing and he just knew it! Panic and fear swept over the normally strong charismatic young stud as he tried desperately to pull the ring off from his finger but it wouldn't come off. It seemed to tighten around his finger as if it were actually shrinking down around its base. Trent looked at Jeff. He was so pissed off and afraid he felt like that he had been violated somehow by this guy. Trent's eyes were very wide with fear. He frantically looked around the vault for someone to help him. He wanted to scream but he couldn't say anything at all.
His mind was racing. He could move his torso and his hands but his legs were frozen, locked in the standing guard position they were in when Jeff first walked up to him. Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead and he so wanted to just run from this little freak of a guy. Jeff seemed different to him he looked taller then he did before.
Jeff wasn't real sure of what was going on either but for some reason he felt great like he was brimming with energy. He even shuddered like he had gotten a sudden chill run through his body, a feeling of elation, sudden and deliberate, it ran through him like an electrical surge of power of confidence. Jeff smiled as it went through him; he couldn't help it. It felt so good, so inviting, so invigorating. He had seen or at least felt this when he first put on the ring. It wasn't this intense then though; it was like a past feeling like the places he'd seen but never been too but this time instead of being in his head like a memory it was surging through him as a actual feeling.
Trent too was feeling something as well but it wasn't a good thing. He was being drained of his strength. It wasn't just a feeling; he could feel it happening. He could feel his clothes loosening their tight grip on his body. Trent had no idea of what was happening to him but he knew it had something to do with the damn ring and he had to get it off his finger and now it was so tight that it felt like a corset around his numb finger. The flesh was fatter at its top and bottom than the ring's circumference now. It was as if it was going to shrink down in size, so small that it would simply remove the top of his finger at its girth. He tried desperately to remove it but to no avail. He was frantic. He felt so hot, so tired. He brought his hands to face and brushed back his bangs with both his hands; his hair was dripping with sweat now and as he did it he felt something that really scared him. He felt his sweaty wet hair encircling his fingers, building in between his fingers and just staying there as if it was coming out of his head and tangling around them as he brought them from his forehead to the back of his head, filling them up with his precious thick hair. He could feel his waistband weighted by his belt starting to travel down his upper waist as well. He was losing weight. He felt that way everywhere. He could feel he was getting smaller. He pulled his hands down and realized what he feared. There in his hands was what looked like matted hair from a shedding longhaired dog. It was thick and tangled between his fingers, encircling them, covering them up thick mats of sweaty wet hair. He quickly shook his hands of the hair that fell to the ground in two matted entangled lumps; his eyes were wide at the sight of it. His hands went back to the top of his head as he felt the cold air on his head it was as if he had just had his head shaved of its cover. It felt naked and bare.
What his hands felt he could not deny. He was bald. His hands felt skin--bare skin. He was freaking out as he brought his hands down and looked at the ring again. His fingers they didn't look right; his hands didn't look right. They had wrinkles and looked thinner--a lot thinner. His hands looked older like his dads looked like. He could see every vein and wrinkle that crisscrossed his now thinner and more wrinkled tops of his hands and fingers. He tried again to get the ring off but it was still too small for him to get off his hand.
He looked at Jeff; his eyelids felt heavy, as did his cheeks and jowls. True fear ruled the stare he gave and he saw Jeff was taller than even before. They were almost eye-to-eye now and as he looked down he saw what he didn't want to believe he was feeling. His uniform was loose on him now, the tight pants hung off his waist in folds that were vertical and slack now instead of horizontal and tight. His shirtsleeves were void of the muscular arms that filled them when he came in here and the hair on them looked gray in color and thin and wispy-looking, not the thick coarse hair of a young man's but the wispy thin hair of an old man's. His unbuttoned top button no longer revealed his thick covering of chest hair that was pushed out by fine well-muscled pecs. Instead it showed for the world to see gray hair that covered a now visible bony-looking ribcage. His shirts sleeves came now hanging down farther from his shoulders. The shoulders seams now touched where bulging biceps once were. They hung free of filler, the cuffs now almost at his elbows.
Jeff grabbed the bag he once held for him for his belongings in from the table where Trent had put it and scooped the belongings of the box up and filled the bag up. Trent's now feeble legs worked again but not as support. They withered under their new found weak burden of a sickly torso aged into a weak untrained body in its early sixties by the ring's power. Trent had finally lost weight and size and his youth, at least enough for the ring to come off his finger as his legs gave out and he slid down the wall to sitting position. His knees bent upwards his once form fitted pant airy and loose as hell looking to him now void of any of his old size. He finally got it off and tossed it feebly to the center of the vault's floor. Jeff smiled; he felt this now older man�'s strength, his very youth his vigor and his pride when he picked the ring up and held it.
"I really had no idea you know? I'm really sorry about that dude!" Jeff said his own clothes had tightened on him and he was really anxious just to get out of there. Trent looked like an old guard who had put on the wrong guy's uniform, the legs of them were now filled more with room and air than his once fine legs. His height had paid a grand price and the cuffs that were just the right length to look good on the younger version now were horizontal folds held up by draping vertical wrinkled loose fitted over sized pants. Knobby old wrinkled knees supported the folds that went both to his feet and back down to a very roomy crotch area and now less filled voided seat area where a once well filled true fine looking jock ass had once filled the excess material that now laid flopped out on each side of his seated now skinny bony ass. Poor Trent would never be a model now.
The true test of the rings powers that had now been substantiated lived at his apartment. His name was Brad Gerison. Brad was Jeff's focus, his life. Even the ring was just a way to say "Hey, I'm here" to Brad. Jeff had an infatuation with Brad but it was more then just a casual infatuation. It was deep seated, intense and real. He had been friends forever with Brad. They grew up together, went to school and now to college together. They shared a place together, had the same friends and even had lusted after the same girls. But they were the odd couple. They were not twins in any way. Brad had the qualities of the guard�'s. He was handsome, so very handsome. He was built like the guard was.
Jeff knew from the passing visions he got that the ring was to control his to manipulate. This was the gift his uncle told him about the weird stories. They happened and the early pictures of him were also real and not faked as was he told they were. His uncle was at one time as skinny as he was and as short and unattractive as he was. The ring... it was the key, the factor, the changing force for him as it was for his uncle.
Jeff looked at poor Trent and lowered his head as he left the vault. He could feel Trent's vigor in the ring. It was intoxicating; it was there. He wasn't even sure if he could give it back if he wanted too. No one seemed to notice or even care that he came out alone. He signed the waiver saying he got the contents of his safety deposit box and even chatted with the lady at the desk for five minutes. And then Jeff just walked out. Trent never followed him or anything he never came to the front desk and started any kind of commotion or raised any suspicion even though someone would surely have questioned the claim. Trent's spent body and equally spent mind had fallen asleep, exhausted and drained and it was it was a good hour before anyone even wondered about the golden haired boy who was so good looking and so very nice. When the older version of the once fine young man did wander out, he was in a panic and holding up his uniforms pants, He was so frail looking, so old. Although he did have Trent's badge and name tag on, his story was just too much to be believed. He was arrested for impersonating a bank guard on the spot. They figured he was a deranged old man. (You don't fool around in a bank.) An investigation was launched to find out what happened to Trent but the tapes from the vault were just static and blank--another gift of the ring.