Nerd Revenge (muscle theft age regression)
by fucil99
Some guys just seem to have it all. They're better built and above all, better looking. Good-looking people hang with good-looking people. They use the average-looking as friend, slaves forcing them to help them academically and physically, in return for their convenient access to the more popular people and the niche as it was called at this particular school. And the not so average and ugly were shunned altogether.
They treated them with indiscreet indifference to their feelings, undue respect for their more then occasionally higher intellects. They push them around, push them down and generally treated them like crap just because they could and it made them think they looked better then them, which in a lot of ways they did, without the abuse. These poor guys and even some girls had to put up with this daily. They had a name for them. A common name. They are the NERDS of the school the outcasts, the stay-away-from-me-I might-catch-whatever-disease-that-caused-your-malaise type. They are the focus of this story.
Berry Thomas was one of these outcasts and he and his friends never got any respect at all. Berry had the too big of a nose thing going for him (or actually against him). He was thin as a rail, not by choice but nature. His dad was skinny, his mom not so pretty and he paid for it with his geeky-looking body and somewhat less attractive face.
Berry was the kind of guy who just wanted to be left alone at school. He liked to learn and he had to go school because it was the law, but they (The cute guys, the handsome ones) made life miserable for Berry. They taunted him insulted him and pushed him down and around. So much so he hated going to school and hated them so much. He fantasized about their demises. He had wet dreams, not about women, but about revenge. How he would love to see these guys changed in every way. Paybacks, the likes of which had never been thought of, ruled his thoughts at school during classes, at home while he was reading, and at night in his wild dreams.
Dreams, he would soon be making real if he and his buddies, his cohorts in distress and abuse, had done their homework right. The status quo was about to change at Timmion High. The device they developed would change the status quo and lower its bar by a long shot. It could change the faces and even the bodies of the very elite at their school. Those guys that had it all would find they didn't have it all. As matter of fact if their device worked, they would find they had considerably less then the boys had now in every way.
Berry met with Simon and Ernest after school. The day had been as most days were, an arbitration in defense and unnecessary apologies for just being themselves and looking like they did. It was more than time to teach the beautiful ones what it felt like to be a lot less than that. Simon brought out the device. It was sophisticated in function and a bit elaborate in style. They spared no expense on its cover. They had their friend Drew make its casing at his place of work, the plastics factory. He was a designer there and had designed the casings for over a dozen VCR remotes and he gave them a casing of extreme grandeur in look and appearance. It was sleek and high tech looking. It looked like a Star Trek tricorder, complete with touch sensitive buttons and a flat front control panel. It even had a leather satchel to carry it in.
The inner works were gifts from their fathers, computer geeks themselves, and Ernest's Dad who was a physicist, just like Ernest wanted to be. Together with little money and no real research, they had come up with "The Changer"! It was a work of incredible intelligence, three brilliant young minds, and incredible luck and unheard of resources at their disposal. Nonetheless they had done it. The Changer was about to be used for the first time and their subject was to be human. They all were animal lovers so animal experimentation was out of the question. Animals were innocent! While they all agreed jocks and cocky cute assholes made better subjects anyways. And their innocence was never questioned. To the boys, the cute guys and the cocky jocks lacked innocence.
Brent Williams would be their first subject. Brent wasn't the biggest guy at the school or even the meanest towards the three guys. He was although one of the school's best looking guys. His face was perfection to the hilt: high strong cheekbones, square angular jaw line, masculine features mixed with a pretty boy face, small unobtrusive sloping button nose, big deep blue bedroom eyes, long lashes, a well groomed perfect goatee and mustache. His body wasn't huge but it was still very well muscled in a wiry sort of way. Without a shirt, his pecs, although not massive, were still there and prominent to the eye. His arms, although not as big and not a match against his big jock buddies, he could still deliver a severe beating and he often did just that to other schools' adversaries, only to be ultimately rescued by his bigger friends. He was just one of those who through inaction condoned the actions of the others. He was in the grove with the elite more because of looks than because he was as big as them. He was a status freak and enjoyed the perks, the friends, the protection from enemies and the stag parties. All because he looked good he was cute! He enjoyed the recognition of being in the clique his impressively good looks gave him. He wasn't close to being nice to any of the guys and avoided even casual contact with them. He figured he was above them and he acted as such.
Brent was to be the first to be tested. They (The Nerds) wanted to see just how long Brent would stay in the clique if he weren't as cute as he was right now. He wasn't on the football team or even an athlete of considerable mention in any way. His track and field records were less then mentionable, at best just modest, as was his body. It too without his perfect face was just above average at best. He was the perfect test subject for them to prove their point. Looks mattered!
Their device was like a computer morphing program only it was capable of delivering the outcome to the subjects. They had taken a very good picture of Brent and his buddies with a digital camera while they were nude and ready to take a shower after a gym class. Simon had risked life and limb to take the pictures, but he had done a spectacular job of getting not only Brent's full body picture but nine tenths of their next victims as well, and several different angles of all of the guys at one time.
The guys sat down at their computer screen and viewed Brent's pictures. They all discussed the changes they would like to see Brent go through. They were as varied as they each of them were.
Simon wanted nothing less than the worst for him, and he wanted it to happen overnight. No transitional changes, just sudden all out geekdom. He wanted his nose to be 9cm bigger and 5cm wider than it was now, his ears should grow to be recognized from a distance, his forehead to have a Neanderthals protrusion to it, his front teeth to be bucked to the severe side as his own teeth were, his chin weak and his thick pouty lips to be thin and barren of his thick mustache and goatee he was growing. He wanted him to have a potbelly and weak legs and for his chest to be thin showing ribs instead of pecs. He wanted twig thin arms and a flat ass. And above all he wanted him to be shorter as well. He was steadfast in his wishes and convictions.
Berry liked his ideas but wanted them to be subtler in their coming about. He favored gradual as to sudden, stating the enjoyment on their part of the aspect of subtle change as to the shock value suddenness. His points were well made and he had swayed Ernest's opinions more towards his than Simon's.
Ernest would and did like the sudden change thing a lot. It would have been as enjoyable as Berry's was. But Berry made a good argument over the fact that if the changes happened right away the effects would have been just as sudden. And no real lesson would have been learned by anyone including them, save the point they were right to start with, and that was that looks mattered!
Simon wasn't stupid and he thought about his idea. If they did it all at once it would be over all at once as well. Brent would quit school and never be seen by them again.
The three agreed on subtle change as their venue of attack. Three different pictures were programmed into their computer program and a 3D picture of Brent was developed by the computer program. Each picked subtle little changes for Brent. Berry chose a nose enlargement for him just enough to be noticed by others. He added a bump to the center and widened it ever so while giving it a larger appearance like it had swollen ever so much. Ernest took an inch and a half from his height and thinned him ever so giving him a noticeable potbelly and pointed to Simon. Simon decided some acne and a little beginning of an overbite to his teeth would do just for starters and thin his thick pouty lips a bit as well and maybe tone down his more mature appearance by thinning his facial hair growth and body hair as well. All in all it was a perceivable enough change and would be noticeable by most at first glance but it would not be enough for Brent to be over-alarmed right away. The rest was just download, point, aim and shoot. It would be time delayed as they agreed on and it would be a little now and a lot later! But this first part would be complete by the beginning of the next day.
Monday came and the three could not wait. They watched as Brent came out of his house. Berry did the aiming and in seconds the beam hit Brent. The changes were to happen over the course of the day. At first the only real change was an inch lost in height and ten pounds.
Three young geniuses don't always follow all their own rules. Berry had added a slight change to the program he had added a loss of size in another area as well. Ernest put in more inches to be lost and Simon added a little special something for the still very eligible young man who never seemed to be without a girl as an escort and today was no different. Sandy Brown, one of the hottest girls at their school, was waiting for her beau to come down the walkway and she and he held hands and kissed and all in all made a cute couple. Brent, even an inch shorter, still towered over his girl as they both headed for the bus stop.
Brent was wearing a pair of jeans that were no doubt very tight when he first put them on and filled with another of his better than average assets, his ample burgeoning manhood that he had no doubt already used more the once and he wasn't even eighteen yet. The device was able to give a more than accurate read out of his assets and it read 6.75 inches that was an easy 8 inches when fully erect and as thick as a porn star's would be. He must have been very proud of that as well, but that was before Berry's little adjustment to his changes. Berry simply programmed in a sudden reduction in the size of his proud member to that of his seven year old size, and then followed it with a ten year reduction in general to his genital area and programmed the rapid one year every thirty minutes command and then hit the permanent command button as his added touch to Brent's changes.
Berry didn't really think that one out too well; he just wanted have something a bit more rapid to happen and that had been his choice. He couldn't or least didn't think of that command's implications. In doing it, he would be taking a seventeen-year-old's hormones and the assets it gave Brent on a rollercoaster ride back to those of a seven-year-old's. In essence, he was regressing his body by two full years an hour now. Although he would still be seventeen, he would lose those precious gains that hormones gave guys. His voice would be raised by several octaves, his muscle tone would diminish, his facial and body hair would retreat and fade and his height and size would pay enormously in their loss of what had built them to their present standings. In essence, Brent would be a slightly over sized seven year old in less then the school days length.
Brent's cock paid its due and it did not go unnoticed by Brent. He felt it first harden and go wild to a full-fledged rather embarrassing erection. It grew and snaked down and filled the right leg of his now slightly looser jeans to the point of actually hurting a bit. It wanted to be freed and it wanted it now. Brent's eyes widened to their fullest and his eyebrows peaked to their highest point as well. His mind was awash with weird sensations and his sex drive peaked to its highest level ever. Berry's commands had sparked a last minute blowout for the young stud. His cock's balls filled with their last event and soon they beckoned his cock's shaft to achieve for one last time that ultimate of all young over-hormoned adult male pleasures--an ejaculation--only this one carried with it his fall back from adulthood. It had his years, his gains and his manliness all packed in it and now it despite his trying to hold it back both now physically with both hands and mentally with all his concentrated efforts, it beckoned and began its ultimate last final act of its brief life as an adult sized and acting organ. In what could only be described as an Event, his manly sized balls released for the world to see and Brent to regret its final barrage of its short-lived life. His still adult sized cock released all the cum and testosterone his body had in it and all in seven undulating rhythmic convulsions of pure unstoppable ecstasy. It drained his manhood into his jeans with every undulation; one after one unstoppable surge filled his jeans as his dick size retreated back in time with every load delivered into his now soaking jeans right leg. And much to the hot young studs dismay this untimely action, this Event, as it would forever be called by all who saw it, happened where a lot could do just that and did: THE BUS STOP! Brent's world had taken a drastic left turn even before his features did. But as his embarrassment grew, his fledgling almost adult sized genitals plummeted back in time with each release of his egg sized balls amply filled load of his adult testosterone, his voice cracked as he let out an audible yelp of pure unadulterated shame for this uncontrollable action. His height and weight paid next as he shrank another three and a half full inches and he lost almost all his toned muscle. It softened as quickly as his now shirking dick did, taking over thirty of his precious pounds with it. His jeans slipped, now wet with his cum, down narrower legs, his stature as a man to be became more than that as his facial hair and his body hair retreated all too quickly from him.
The guys were as shocked as the rest of the crowd was. This was not what they had planned! "Shit we should have tested this thing!" Simon said as his face became that of pure delight he regretted this Event as much as Brent must have but in a way he was getting his wish.
Brent's face was changing to match his lost testosterone. His masculine features were quickly fading and his mustache and goatee were all but peach fuzz in a matter of moments. He was now way shorter than most of the group there and that included the girls. His jeans looked way too big for him and bunched up in folds below his knees and were airy and loose above that and he was forced to have to hold them up now. His fine foxy features regressed back to those of a cute little boy's. Where a square strong chin and jaw were, a softer less masculine one now formed. His teeth paid the next price for the three young men's mistake and soon his front teeth began to jut out and make their presence known. His thick lips thinned till they were less than average and as bald above them as a boy's would be. His cuttingly handsome chin retreated even farther than it was when he was younger and soon the face of a homely younger boy showed where a cute one once was. His forehead and nose both enlarged as quickly and all these changes hurt more than just Brent's reputation. They actually hurt!
By the time their handiwork had completed, where a foxy hot stud once stood, a bit of an abomination remained. Brent was skinny short and childish looking, his show all clothes were a salvation being baggy as they were now. Under them, there were few features that would say adult, and he was not what he used to be. He was nowhere near that anymore.
Brent was in shock! His world was different that was for sure. Everyone was taller than him and by far even the ugliest was better looking than he was now acne covered his face in open pussing sores and his body was as thin as a rail, his hair was greasy and matted and his smile pronounced without smiling.
Simon, Berry and Ernest were in awe and somewhat sympathetic over their obvious mistake. Everybody watched as Brent began to cry and then tried as best as he could to just run away. His clothes size and other new restrictions slowed him down but he did manage to leave the scene very quickly though, probably to never be scene by any of them again.
"I think we have some more work to do on this thing," Berry said as he watched the now childishly ugly Brent try his best to run away.
More of this can be written but I'm out of time and have to go to work. Part two is up to you.