Just Deserves (muscle theft AR)

Chapter 1

In every school you have girls and guys who think they are better than everyone else. With girls, it's the pretty ones who think they're better than the rest. With guys, it's the better-built ones and better-looking ones who feel better than the rest of their peers. They tend to be jocks most of the time and they're almost always the bullies of the school. They're generally taller than most of the guys there and better built. But above all they are with a doubt the best looking guys as well. Good-looking teens hang generally with other good-looking teens.

Well, Bob Fairbanks and his two buddies Dylan Boyle and Perry Walker were in that group of guys. They had the bodies, they had the looks and they had the girls. They had the attitudes that went with having it all too. They were all competitive and all jocks. They were the stars of the school, the most popular amongst their group of friends as well.

Bob was wrestling at top weight on the wrestling team at 225 lbs of very well toned muscle. Before he went on a two-month vacation with his folks, he already towered over most of his opponents at 6'1" and was the team's most successful member ever. But since his return, he had grown a bit more and weighed in at 238 lbs, all of it muscle and was even two inches taller. He was handsome. He looked like a college student now. He could easily buy beer at any store he wanted to. He sported a full fledged goatee that was well groomed. He had one of the hairiest bodies among the high schoolers. He wasn't overly hairy; he had that look of a man's body too him. He was the personification of the macho man. He was proud of the fact he looked more mature than even the best at the school. He looked like he could have been a model if he wanted too, Then again any of them could have. He dated all the best-looking girls at the school but never really stuck with any one of them very long. He was a player as they were called.

Then there was Dylan, Bob's closest rival and his best friend. He was on the football team, a running back for the team. He was shorter than Bob was by a good three inches but he was still tall for a high school student at 5'10 and 200 lbs. He was a wall of well toned almost bodybuilder muscle. His looks were similar to Bob's in his muscular build but he didn't really have the hairy chest that Bob did. He had hair but it was about average for his age. He did sport a mustache and had a fairly mature look to his face. It was all that had going for him. It was part of his appeal.

Then there was Perry, the third musketeer so to speak. He was as tall if not taller than Bob. He was going on 6'2 but he had a swimmer's build with a slightly less bulk to it but he was well built and his body was blessed with a thin waistline, good strong legs and a lanky but handsome torso with well defined pecs and thick broad shoulders and eight-pack abs. But at 180, he was a lightweight compared to Bob.

The only real definitive difference in guys was family wealth. Bob's had it; the others families were average at best. Bob's family gave Bob anything he wanted including the two-month long vacation he had just been on with them during his school's spring break. He got everything he wanted except a car. They felt he was still to immature for it and worried he would get injured or worse get in an accident. They told him he had wait till he was eighteen, then they would buy him a car. Bob wasn't eighteen yet and wouldn't be for another two weeks. Bob was very much dependent on his family's considerable wealth. He wanted to go to a public school even though he had an option not to. But they gave him the rules for his decision he had to take the bus to school if he was going to go to a public school. Bob went along with the rules they laid down. Besides, he wouldn't have to do it much longer and he was dying to show off all the gains to his body that a good last growth spurt and a good work out routine had done for his now even better looking body.

That's where this story actually begins. Had his parents given him a car, what happened would never have happened. That was when Bob and Milo Timms crossed paths. Milo had just started at the school while Bob was away with his folks. Bob had never seen him before but Milo had seen picture of Bob in the trophy cases at the school. And his new friends had warned him about him. Milo's friends were more the nerds of the school than the jocks but he had made one friend who was a jock of sorts. His name was Tim Nates. He was on the wrestling team and a neighbor of his but he wasn't what you would call a big jock or even what the rest of the school including Bob would have considered a jock. He wrestled at the 113-lbs weight level and was 5'5" so he was a thinner guy than most of the jocks were. Tim had won all of his matches and was headed right along with Bob to state finals. Milo was impressed with Tim they had become good friends.

Well, Tim had a different view of himself than most guys his size had. He felt like a winner and he was. He was a cute, good looking, young man in his own right. He let his confidence get the better of him and while Bob was away he had asked Bob's sometime steady Amy Wrights out on a date. She declined with a laugh and Tim was somewhat depressed and Milo had helped him out of it. The damage was done though and the stage for the meeting of Bob and his friends with Milo had been set.

It was a warm morning, a real warm morning, when Milo saw Bob in the flesh for the first time ever. Milo had been talking with Tim about what they did that weekend and they were kidding around and joking with each other when Bob came up on them. Milo asked Tim who he was. Bob looked different from his pictures in the trophy cases. He was dressed in faded slightly baggy jeans and a tight fitting muscle tee shirt that revealed his ample gains he made in his absence from school. Even Tim was amazed by how big and muscular he now looked. Bob walked right to them and with a sort of light but well felt push he moved Milo away from Tim's side. "Hey little guy. How you doin' Timmy?" Bob said knowing he was now more than twice Tim's weight and almost a foot taller then Tim was. Tim backed away; he felt what was coming next. Bob knew he had Tim fearing the worst.

"I hear you... ahh... think you're man enough to ask Amy out?" Bob said putting his hand on top of Tim's head and mussing up his hair. Bob had gotten the response he was looking for from Tim and that was fear. He was only bummed out there weren't more people around there to view it too. Milo backed off as well but he wasn't afraid; he was studying Bob from a distance, sizing him up for the change he was about to deliver the big guy. Bob grabbed Tim's shirt and actually lifted poor Tim right off the ground. Tim had always been self-confident and strong-willed but he was no match for a 238 lb muscle god. Tim was freaking out and despite all the courage he had, he wasn't prepared for this and he was still young and fear has a better hold on guys like Tim and before he knew it or could even stop himself Tim pissed his pants out of fear. Bob absolutely loved it. The few students that were there started to laugh at poor Tim, all except Milo who was fuming mad now. Bob set Tim back down he was laughing himself he knew this had devastated even the modest gains to Tim's reputation he'd made for himself in the wrestling ring would soon vanish from him, tarnished forever by this sudden loss of control and courage shown here today.

"Looks like you're not much of a man to me Timmy," Bob said between laughs. "You know what Timmy? You know what separates the men from the boys in this world, other than bladder control that is?" Bob said causing the others to laugh when he did. "These Timmy! THESE!" Bob said bringing his arm up and showing off his very thick 21-inch bicep. It blew up like a football that bulged in the middle; it was very impressive. Milo looked at it and then at Tim who was near tears now from shame.

Milo looked at Bob and raised his hand up and the crowd all except himself and Tim froze! Milo smiled at Tim who was baffled by this event. "I want your biceps to be one third smaller Bob!" Milo said calmly. "And your going to be 6 inches shorter and 85 pounds lighter, and then you're going to go back 2 years, and after that 2 more years at a time every hour till you're 12 years younger than you are now, and your body will be whatever weight and height it would be to match the body you will have after you've changed," Milo said and pointed to Bob's massive bicep.

Tim watched as it began to shrink down in size. It deflated like a balloon with a small hole in it till it was only fourteen inches around. It still looked impressive but it wasn't massive in look anymore. Then, he started to shrink in both height and weight. His shoulders narrowed to match the arms he now had, his tight fitting muscle tee loosened on him as his pecs and delts lost size and his waist shrank taking his solid eight pack abs down to a still firm slight six pack of abs. His shirt was just hanging on him now like an oversized one would. Where his chest and delts had stretched the material it hung loose and air now. His size 34-36 relaxed fit jeans dropped nearly to the point of leaving his waist all together, the crotch hung down almost to mid thigh level and they looked more like baggies than relaxed fit now. They were too long and way too big for him now.

He would need to tighten his belt if he planned on wearing them anywhere now.

He was no longer that big guy he was just moments ago. He still looked pretty good for his new size and weight of 5'9" and 153 lbs, all of it now more of a wiry muscle than massive muscle as it had been. He was still a pretty handsome guy despite the fact he wasn't as massive anymore. He still had his hairy chest and a full goatee that looked good on him and he still looked pretty tough. Although he was still 17 going on 18, he was still quite mature looking, for now at least. Without the height and weight he had, he didn't look college age anymore like he did before. He wouldn't be able to buy his buddies beer anymore.

Milo looked at Tim and smiled as Tim watched the changes taking place to Bob's body. "What the fuck dude! What the fuck did you do? How the fuck did you do that?" Tim said looking at Bob who still frozen in time just standing there in front of him, his arm held up a bicep pose his smaller hand clenched tightly for the best results in displaying a now less impressive bicep muscle. It was taut and solid looking but it wasn't the biggest one there anymore, and his forearm, although still tightly muscled with prominent veins that gave it a look of strength, it was nowhere near its old size and look.

"Look at him man! He looks hilarious dressed like this," Tim said as played with the now loosely flapping fabric under his upheld arm. "Damn, look at this!" Tim said. Then he reached down and gave a slight tug to the upper thigh area of Bob's now large jeans. They slid down his thighs and fell to his knees, still belted and buttoned. His legs weren't as big anymore. They still looked well muscled and still pretty hairy, but above his thighs were loose fitting briefs that were airy in the leg holes and wrinkled and loose-looking. They had been stretched to the max before but they were too big for him now. Tim yanked them down as well they slid easily down his thinner thighs and rest half in and half out of the jeans waistline. Tim was staring face to crotch with what was a very impressive although now smaller cock. Tim didn't want Milo to think he was gay so he backed away from it and stood back and took in the whole picture it was great. There before him was a much smaller Bob Fairbanks completely de-panted by him, standing nude for the whole world to see. The only problem was that fact that Milo had stopped time so no one but him and Milo saw it.

Milo walked over to his buddy and put his arm around his shoulder and his other hand to his chin and rubbed it with his fingers in a way that made him look almost Freudian. "Well, what do you think? We could leave him this way or change him back and go slower with the changes?" Milo asked in a tone that denoted he was kind of pleased with his efforts and their results.

Chapter 2

Tim actually liked the way Bob looked now. He wasn't as overwhelmingly big to him anymore. Bob looked vulnerable for first time since he had first met him. He had never once been nice to Tim even at the wrestling matches. He wasn't nice to him even though often times they were the only winners at the event. Bob always treated him poorly like he was a loser and Tim always treated him as a winner despite Bob's treatment towards him. This was just deserves to Tim. He figured anyone that if there was anyone who needed to find out that there was more to life then the way you looked, it would be Bob. "Leave him like this, and do what you said you were going to do to him. He deserves it," Tim said with a smile that said OH YES!

Milo smiled back and shook his head. Reading minds wasn't that hard to do and emotions are the easiest to read of all thoughts so he knew Tim meant this. "Ok. He stays this size and grows younger from this moment on," Milo said and clicked his finger and everyone started to move again, including Bob.

The first thing everyone saw was dumbass Bob standing there still in a muscle pose Pant's and fully exposed for the world to see. Tim loved it and thrust his arms upwards and spread his fingers in a typical oh-yeah stance. Bob was not as happy as Tim was! He felt the air rushing around his cock and knew it wasn't right and his prey, his victim, wasn't where he was moments ago. And he felt weird... WEAKER! He heard the others laughing and looked around to see what they were laughing at and realized it was HIM! He looked down and saw he was exposed. He reached down for the waist band of his jeans at the same time taking a few steps backwards as if in a getaway reaction. The steps he took with shoes that were too big now found his heels of these shoes finding the back of the cuffs of his now larger jeans and before he could stop it, he tripped on his cuffs and lost his backward momentum and fell on his bare ass to the concrete still holding on to the waist band of his jeans.

A very shocked Bob looked up at the crowd he had just amused at Tim's expense to total laughter! He was now brunt of the joke, an unheard of event for him. Feelings he had no idea even existed flowed like hot lava thru his brain. A sensory overload ensued in his head. No doubt synapses burst during this overload. Humiliation was a new thing for him, for his brain it was a short circuit and totally unacceptable. He couldn't even figure out why he had his pants down let alone why everyone was laughing at him! He was a stud! Why were they laughing at him? What was going on?!

Tim was enjoying this moment of shock. To him it was payback time! Time for a bully to pay his dues! Time for the reckoning! He really couldn't even think at all; all he could think about was laughing. He and the rest of the group all laughed for the same reasons. There was nothing that compared to seeing the big guy go down hard and this was no doubt the hardest they ever seen any bully go down! The ultimate wake up call!

Bob was freaking out what had just happened. Just moments ago these same people were laughing about what he done. And now they were laughing at HIM! He struggled to pull his pants back up; he didn't even bother with the briefs they bunched up inside his now oversized jeans and felt uncomfortable but at least he wasn't exposed anymore! He pulled on the legs of his jeans to free his heels of the boots he had on boots that now felt too big for his feet.

He managed to do it despite the task being almost alien to him. He was so embarrassed by all of this. His mind raced beyond any real sense that he had. He was in an escape mood emotional response ruled his reality! It took over for him, the flee factor took over! And with fear came anxiety and with that came an adrenalin flow and because his bladder was now smaller than its load it had a response, in his case an unwanted one, he was pissing himself!

Unfortunately for Bob, he was now doing it in the pants he had just pulled back up and he was standing at the time and doing it with an audience. So it was no doubt the worst moment of his entire life. Humility had just knocked real hard at his front door and humiliation just kicked that same door in!

Milo was SO impressed with this whole scene. It was like he had finally given something back for all he was given. Guilt had no place in him now! Elation for Tim's overwhelming feelings of gratification ruled his over sensitive super-responsive mind. To him, seeing this once powerful bully stud losing it in front of a growing crowd of his peers was perfect. To Tim, the view was more than that in front of him stood a guy whose crotch was as soaked as his was and still going. It must have been filling his boots, he thought as he watched it do just that, an unstoppable flow from a bladder now too small to hold its old capacity and a mind overwhelmed by too much confusion and fear to stop it from happening!

Bob had just come to his senses when he finally discovered the rest of his true dilemma. HE WAS SMALLER! He brought his arms into view and was shocked he wasn't massive anymore. He wasn't even big to him. He was wiry and skinnier than some of the other guys there! "NO WAY!!! WHY??? HOW??? "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" he screamed as he looked down and saw his jeans didn't look right at all, wet or not, they were all wrong! Tears of shame and fear and of loss filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks. A look of defeat came over his face. His mind said run but he couldn't. Milo sensed that emotion the moment Bob felt it and froze Bob's legs where he stood.

Bob wanted to run away so bad. He wanted to go anywhere to just regroup and get control again. He tried to move but couldn't. These last three minutes were so long for him, so overwhelming in reality and unreality for him. Tim loved it as he watched his nemesis first realize he was smaller and then did the unthinkable and now he was stuck in a very unflattering circumstance indeed. He was crying like a baby. And to think they always say you can't take a good man down. NOT!!!!

Milo started the next step in Bob's demise. He started his trip back in time. Milo did this more for study than revenge but it served a dual purpose now. Tim would benefit from the actual event in the form of closure and Milo would learn more control over his abilities and his emotions, and in the next event, both would be tested. To take something away from someone you had never met wasn't easy, even though it was easy to do. Milo pondered this next step and even the last one he had just done to this burgeoning young man. To do what he was going to next would be cruel at best, but from what he'd seen this guy did and could do if left unchecked was obvious. He would certainly get worse and this justified Milo's next move. He had to start the next move. He thought about it and how he wanted to see it happen to this still impressive looking guy. Teenaged or not, he looked like a guy did. He had the side burns of a guy, he had the goatee and the chest hairs of a man, both of which he was obviously very proud of. He still looked mature enough to be a stud so to speak.

"Well, well, look at this Tim," Milo said lifting Bob's face up with his hand under his chin and showing the sobbing face to the crowd and Tim. "Hey BOB! You know what separates the men from the boys, aside from bladder control that is?" Milo asked mocking Bob's last statement to Tim.

Bob pulled his face away from Milo's hand and wiped his face then turned with an angry look his eyes still red and blood shot from his tears. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!! WHY??" Bob said sniffling afterwards, his voice although it was now an octave higher. It was still the rich deep voice of a guy who was two weeks away from being a young man of 18. Milo smiled at him, and freed him to be able to move. Bob felt his legs freed and stood up straight. He was only slightly taller then Milo and outweighed him but he didn't tower over him anymore; they were nearly on equal footing but not as far Bob's body went. Bob was still pretty muscular even at this size. He could, if he wanted too, still kick Milo's ass with ease.

Bob took a defensive stance in front of Milo. He wiped his eyes clean and dried his face and stood there and glared at Milo. "Give me back what you took right now! You're going to give back what you took from or I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR GOD DAMN ASS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!" Bob said gritting his teeth together and letting go of his waistline of his jeans that slid down his thighs and rested precariously at his lower hips, his spread legs their only support now. He raised both arms up his hands clenched into fist. He had no other choice. At least he had to get back what this guy took from him and in his mind this seemed to be the only real way to do.

"Oh really now Bob. Is that anyway to talk to your elders?" Milo said and began Bob's trip back in time. Bob was beginning to regress back in time and it was beginning to show on him ever so slightly. One full year left him and he lost more than an inch in height and ten full pounds more. His jeans answered to the loss by slipping even farther down his thighs. They were now barely staying up at and any sudden movements by Bob would have them around his knees again. He looked down as he felt them slipping and was forced to have to pull them up. He backed away from Milo a few feet and undid his belt and then tightened it to the last hole on the belt. They still weren't tight enough and his boots felt heavy and way too roomy for him. His goatee had thinned considerably as well and his chest hairs were retreating back into his chest. He could feel it happening, but he couldn't think about that right now. He had to stop this and now. He lunged towards Milo who was now actually almost as big as him now and halfway there Milo took two more years from him before he even got close.

Bob stumbled as his pants fell down around knees despite the newly tightened belt. He was 25 pounds lighter than he was seconds ago and more than three inches also disappeared. Bob was now a 13-year-old two weeks away from his 14th birthday and he was barely 5'4" and only 118 lbs now. He was nowhere near a match for even Tim who although lighter was now taller and used to fighting guys his size and winning.

Bob didn't really know what that he was younger at all. He knew was he getting smaller. To him he was still almost eighteen and hell or high water he would stop this guy from doing this to him. He stood up in his impossibly large jeans and the straps of a once form-fitted muscle tee draped down to his elbow having left narrow shoulders behind his once 21-inch biceps topped only 7 inches now, two thirds smaller then their original size. Tim's arms were bigger by two and a half inches easy now. Bob was by far quickly becoming the smallest guy there. Bob's face was so young looking now that it was devoid of the goatee altogether and only the faintest of soft thin looking chest hairs remained on a torso now fully exposed by the straps slipping off his shoulders, a fairly bare muscle-less chest felt the wind that was picking up now. Bob looked down at it and looked back up, his eyes welling again with tears.

"Stop this please... Ple..." Bob stopped mid-sentence as he heard his now childish sounding voice. He couldn't stop the tears now the poured down his face. Milo looked at him and smiled and then looked at Tim and the others and then back at the once powerful brute and without malice or care began to take him farther back in time.

The near 14 year old became a 12 year old then a 10 year old then back beyond that till he was 6 years old. Milo stopped it there and walked over to him and looked down, way down on him. He taken more than age, he had taken his size from him as well. Bob stood there frightened, afraid and helpless, his feet lost somewhere in boots way too big for him now. The jeans were like a wall around his tiny thin legs, his tee shirt laid around him and void of his now pencil-thin torso. He was hairless everywhere now and very, very thin. Now he wouldn't even grow back up to Tim's size and height. He would never again know what it would be like to be big again. But he remembered it the whole time. He would always know at one time in his life he was once a big strong muscular guy who was in reality was an asshole!

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