The Twelve Stones (coll muscle theft gainer)

Ed walked into the frat house for the first time since he had gotten into the university. The house was huge. It was by no doubt the biggest place Ed had ever lived in his life. He was amazed at the entryway alone; it was over two stories high with grand windows above the doors that were almost twelve feet high themselves. The two doors were wider than any door he had ever seen. One could open both and drive a car through into the living area of this grand old house. That in itself was amazing to him, but as he walked into the grand living area of this stately mansion converted to a frat house, he knew why his granduncle had paid such a high price for him to be allowed to join this fraternity.

The house was grand indeed, but its members were even grander! Here in this house--sitting in one room at a table playing cards or in the adjacent room playing pool and darts or just sitting in the grand living room just sitting at one of the many couches and chairs watching their 52-inch plasma TV--were some of the best athletes on the campus and by far some of the most handsome young men Ed had ever seen, both in body and in face. He paled in comparison to every one of them in everyway.

Ed juggled the stones in his pocket as he just stood in awe over these guys. Here in front of him was the reason his uncle had given him the stones and the reason he was here to begin with. His uncle always said college was where you built a future for yourself. It wasn't until he handed him the stones and told him what they were used for and that he now saw the guys that Ed truly realized just exactly what he was really implying by that statement. All around him stood what he needed for success in the form of strength, height, muscles, and of course looks. Ed already had the brains but they were donors here for that as well. The stones were his building blocks, his stepping stones to perfection.

Ed was the exact opposite of these guys. He was fatter than any of them were. Even the biggest and most out of shape of them were all more athletic in build than he was. He wasn't as tall as any of them either. He was really rather short for a guy at only 5'4" and over 200 lbs, he was a short fat guy! How his uncle got him into this frat house was beyond him, but he would soon find that out, and in the process, find his first donor/victim as well. While he stood there staring, pretty much ignored by the roomful of the very finest of the male breed, a guy was watching him, and he finally walked over to Ed.

"Can I help you?" the handsome giant of a guy asked with a rather annoyed smirk on his face the whole time.

Ed looked up and then looked up even farther to see the guys face. Wow!! was all Ed could think of, he was speechless at the moment taking in every bit of this tall as hell giant of a guy. His face was as handsome a face as any there was, but he was way taller and slightly less bulky looking then the other guys were. Ed figured he was at least 6'8" or taller, and he had to weigh somewhere close to 300 pounds, all of it lean muscle as well his biceps, although not a bodybuilder's type, were the long noticeable sinewy type. Very veiny and well defined. It took Ed a few seconds to catch his breath, and then he piped in as he coughed to clear his throat.

"I'm Edward Constantine the Third. My uncle owns this house your calling home, and I'm one of your new pledges. Didn't you get the notice in the mail about me?" Ed said bravely.

"Oh yeah, the rich guy's kid. Yeah, we all know about you. We have to let you in, but don't expect any of us to give you special treatment either because we have our rights too," the tall handsome guy said looking over to his other handsome friend who had joined him at the door.

This guy was shorter than the tall guy was, but he was bigger around in size, not fat, he just had bigger muscles than the tall guy had. He was shirtless, and his 8-pack abs were as tight as a drum, and his arms were at least 18 inches or better, and they reacted with every movement of his arms. Thick veins crisscrossed up and down his well-muscled arms, and his pecs were like granite and well defined. His hair was cropped and kind of shaggily cut, but it didn't hurt his appearance at all. He was so good-looking he was downright cute. He wasn't smiling though he looked as annoyed as the tall guy did. Ed figured they weren't going to be his friends in any way with the way were acting right then. That just made the decision to use them as test subjects for the stones that much more easier for Ed.

The two handsome studs were soon joined by a third guy who wasn't as big as either of them were. As a matter of fact he was kind of wiry looking. He was maybe 160 pounds or so and kind of short compared to these other two guys. Maybe 5'8" or 5'9", Ed figured. He still had a fine looking body though, and he was as handsome as Rob Lowe, it was the only guy he could think of that the guy's face looked like. He like the bigger guy was shirtless, as were a lot of the guys there. Why not though? They all had bodies that were well worth showing off, that was for sure, Ed thought. The smaller guy seemed pretty cocky too. He was staring at Ed like he was diseased or something. Ed knew it wouldn't be long before this guy figured he was an open target and try to use him as a stepping stone to his own goals such as impressing his obviously better built and bigger frat brothers.

Ed still didn't even know any of their names and already he had without a doubt made at least three enemies. Ed smiled back at them knowing it just pissed them off that much more and looked up into the big tall guys eyes.

"So, if you know who I am and why I am here, where's my room at??!" Ed said confidently and with an air of defiance to it.

They were all a bit taken back by his confidence and their lack of resolve in breaking it. The tall guy finally said the other big guy's name. "Check out blimp boy Rick! He really thinks all his family's money really makes him important doesn't he?" he said to the hulk of a guy next to him.

"Pete! Please show our guest his quarters, won't you my good man!" Rick said to the smaller of the three guys. If Rick was trying to sound rich and sophisticated for Ed, he failed. He lacked the respect of Ed for that play of words to be even slightly funny to Ed.

Ed smiled. At least he knew two of the guys first names now. "Thank you!" Ed said as Pete grabbed one of his bags in a here-I'm-your-humble-servant-type attitude and hurried ahead of Ed with the smallest of his bags. Ed followed behind him and heard Rick say the tall guy's name: it was Ken. Ed now knew the first names of his first victims.

Pete led Ed up the long wide curved two story staircase to the second staircase as equally well adorned but not so huge and opulent as the first two flights were and led him to his third floor room. It was on the floor the others chose not to have their rooms on mostly because it was up so many flights of stairs and too much trouble moving into. And the other reason was they all hated the third floor of this house, it gave them the creeps, and they all figured this old house was haunted anyways, especially up here.

Ed had no such beliefs or fears so he was more then willing to be up here far and away from perfection that he wasn't delved on the lower floors. Well for now at least that was the case. That would change as he moved the curse down to them and made it personal for them each.

Once in the room, Pete decided to show Ed who was the real man between the two of them. He set the light carry-on bag on the dusty huge bed and turned around and smiled at Ed maliciously. Then without warning, Pete sucker-punched Ed square in his oversized gut. Ed reeled at the force and pain inflicted by such a small guy. It was all force and a lot of it. Ed hit the ground, and the stones rattled in his oversized jeans pocket as he did. The hit definitely would have been enough to stop him from thinking he would want to continue this confrontation physically with this wiry strong young guy.

"I hope you like the room, SIR!!!" Pete said as he left Ed sprawled out on the floor of it holding his fat stomach gasping for needed air. Ed was PISSED! Ed eventually got his breath and vowed this guy would be the first to feel his wrath.

Sure Pete was a pretty tough guy right now, but in Ed's pocket was Pete's demise and Pete would soon know it as would the rest of this uppity group of studs, Ed vowed. Ed sorted through his pocket pulling the stones out one by one and placing them in the circle he was told to make with them. Each had its own spot, and he was told to memorize the arrangement. Ed had a photographic memory so that part was easy for him.

They were of different sizes, shapes and colors. They all did something different to the person they were used on. Ed arranged them as told to and began the chant he was taught to use on them. They all began to glow and then the glow faded. They were activated now, and each would do whatever it was intended to do to whomever Ed choose it to do its dirty deed too. Only two of the stones were beneficial to the person they were used on. The rest were cursed, and the victim would hate the results.

He chose his stone for Pete carefully. Pete had little to gain as far as size went, and his height wasn't worth taking either so he chose a stone meant for revenge rather than gain. This stone would teach the wannabe bully type tough guy a lesson he would never forget or get over for that matter.

Pete was a catch right now. He was very handsome and very well toned. Every muscle he had was toned to perfection, and his body was like a miniature work of art at his size. He would not have been considered almost a modern day Adonis, unless you used the Roman standards of height and build, considering men were shorter and of a smaller build back then, then he would have been one for sure--but not for long.

Ed chose a stone that would have Pete's muscles soften and loosen their firmness and strength. His broad shoulders would slump forwards as would his back a bit and his firm 6-pack abs would weaken and turn to soft flesh and allow his stomach contents to push the wall of his abdomen outwards like a small gut when he ate too much, and his arms, although they would be relatively the same size, they would lack the strength he now had and be loose and flabby in feel and look. His well-muscled legs would lose all their definition and strength as well. His jock bubbled butt would sag, and his legs would shrink in size. His fair sized pecs would disappear from his chest, and only two small man tits would hang where they once dominated his upper torso. The rock was a small flat one meant to be placed in the shoe of the victim. Ed would need to put it under the inner padded lining of his shoe in order for it to be less of a nuisance for Pete's foot.

Ed selected the other two stones for both Rick and Ken and put them in his pocket and decided to go downstairs to where everyone was. On the way down, he found a directory on the landing of the second floor with all the names of the fraternity on it. It had a clear listing of where each of the guy's bedrooms was. Apparently, it was like a guild for visitors so they would know which room to knock on to talk to who ever they came to see there.

There at the top of the page was Ken's name. He was the fraternity's president, and below that name were three others, and one of those was Rick's. He was apparently some kind of third in command type thing. Ed was unfamiliar with the social order of a fraternity as of yet so he could only assume that's why they graced the top of the directory the way they did. Ed scoped the whole directory out till he came almost to the bottom of the list and there low and behold was Pete's room's listing. Pete was obviously a nobody like he was.

Ed decided to take an impromptu tour of this floor where all 20 of the upper rooms were. The house wasn't a house after all; it was an old stately hotel. Long hallways intersected the hall he was in. This place according to the large blue print type diagram hanging next to the directory had 50 bedrooms in all: twenty on the first floor and twenty on the second and ten on his floor five of which other than his had names for who was in them magic-markered on the glass covering the diagram. His name wasn't on this directory yet. The place also had ten bathrooms, with just one on his floor, three on this floor and seven down on the first floor. It had two large recreation rooms, two nice sized kitchens and of course the large living area, a study and two full dinning rooms. He figured the second story was laid out like a large H and the landing for the second floor was in the middle of the cross bar of that H.

Pete's room was room 39 in far section of the hallway of the H so he headed for that hallway. To each side of the hall there were doors with numbers clearly hung on them. They were equally separated from each other like a hotel rooms would be. He got to the end of the hall and took a right that was the way to Pete's room. He hoped Pete wouldn't be there. He actually knew he probably wouldn't be. He figured he was downstairs sucking up to the leaders for their respect.

He was right of course, but to his delight he saw Pete kept a pair of smelly old running shoes outside of his door probably his girlfriend's suggestion. Considering they were allowed to have conjugal visits at this frat house, as long as the girls didn't try to live there. And many of the guys had girls that stayed in their rooms overnight from time to time. That much he already knew from the information his uncle gave him.

Ed figured with Pete's spectacular looks and amply muscled body, he most likely had at least one girlfriend, if not more. The shoes would do just fine for the stone. Ed looked around the long hallway and saw it was empty. He then took out his pocketknife and carefully lifted the right shoe's inner sole and placed the flat stone in the middle of the arch area and promptly left the hallway and headed for the stairway. On the way down he passed the handsome hunk Pete. Pete shot him a glare and brushed him violently on his way by Ed almost knocking him off his feet.

Ed just smiled. He knew that sooner or later Pete would put on those shoes. Sure enough once Ed was downstairs for about ten minutes Pete came bounding down the stairs dressed in a pair of tight-fitting gray boxer type shorts and a muscle tee and ankle high socks with the shoes with the changing stone in one of them on. His fate was sealed with the first three steps he took, and now the spectacular Pete would soon be all but that. Pete smiled as he walked by the other guys and went out the front door for an afternoon run. Ed just smiled as he ran by him. The stone would soon end these runs forever.

Being young has its rewards and its failings. Ed choices of revenge over forgiveness would soon teach a lot of these guys lessons they would hate to learn, and in time Ed would probably look back at these college years of gains and regret what he had done to these guys, but it would be to late for them by then, For now, he was doing them, and it was too late for one of them already.

Ed would try to socialize with some of these guys while he waited for Pete to come back from his ill-fated jog. Ed met two guys that were also pledges, and they were cool to him, all three of them would never have the kinds of bodies these other guys around them had or be as good looking as any of the guys that were already members of this fraternity, but Ed found them to be friendly and nice and they got along great. These two guys would be his only friends here at this house, and Ed knew that by the way they too were ostracized by the others.

It would be doubtful that either of these guys would have ever been accepted into this fraternity without his help--or rather the stones' help. So Ed watched each of the rather lanky geeky-looking guys every move he was trying to figure out just which stone would benefit them the most, but first he would have to have them touch the changing stone itself. It was the only way they could use any of the other stones to help them gain from the other guys there.

Ed intended on helping these two guys now as well, but for now he would wait to see how the stones worked for him first, and to see if they even did. His original test subject was still out running at the moment, and he wanted to see if the revenge stone worked before he even tried another stone on anyone else. But he had selected the two stones he was going to use, and he had picked the fattening stone for Rick, the handsome quarterback, and the height stealing dwarfing stone for the now still tall and handsome Ken whose basketball star days were now numbered.

Meanwhile out somewhere on the campus grounds Pete was still jogging along when his own stone began to do its work on him. Pete at first felt great like he always did when he jogged. His legs felt invigorated and strong, and his breathing was perfect and unhindered, but as the stone began its job of revenge on him things, changed rather abruptly for the stud.

His breathing became labored as he ran along so much so that he literally had to stop running and catch his breath. He felt so worn out and winded that it felt like he had run a marathon race of 26 kilometers at least or longer, and he had only been jogging for less then twenty minutes now. He couldn't figure out why he was so worn out so suddenly either, but he had to find some place to just sit down for a while and rest.

Pete didn't know it yet, but his body was changing on him, becoming more lethargic and weaker with every passing minute now. His fine firm 6-pack abs were softening ever so slightly now, and his big torso's dominating pecs were beginning to soften as well and now sloped more to the side and hung more loosely from his chest. They even had a small but obvious sag to them now.

His firm quads had thinned a bit as well as his calves, and now his socks were beginning to slip down them, and wrinkles had formed from where his calves had shrunk to where they had stopped due to no more room for them to go down any farther. They sat loosely piled up around now very thin calves. Pete was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep while he was sitting there. He shook his head to clear it and wake back up before he went out completely. He couldn't believe he felt so tired all of the sudden like this.

Pete finally stood back up and started to run again. He figured he'd just jog back to the frat house and go back to his room and take something to kill this bug before it got too bad and he got the cold or whatever it was that was making him feel so weak and worn out. Pete found running to be too hard to do and ended up just walking back to the frat house and even that had him winded and weak. He was confused and very frightened by the time he got back to the house.

Pete found every step up into the house to be more than just a chore. It took all the energy he had just to get to the door of the house. Once there, he found the doors to be impossibly heavy but managed to get one open. He had never ever felt this worn out or this weak before. Pete struggled with the last few steps and regretted the fact that he had a to go upstairs just to lie down and get some rest. Whatever he had, it had come on quickly, and it had him totally worn out.

Ed saw him as he walked in and noticed the changes to his build right away. Pete's supreme 6-pack of abs were nearly gone, just a faint reminder of what they had looked like remained protruding from what was a layer of growing lazy fat that hung over a very tight waist band of his jogging shorts, His legs looked unused for the most part. Very little of their former muscle remained.

Pete's socks had none of his old calf muscles to really hold them up, and they were skinny and now devoid of muscle. The fabric of his socks was layered in folds around the tops of his running shoes. His pecs sagged to near man tits on his chest and a prominent yet still slightly muscular gut replaced his once firm abdominal section. The biggest change were to his once veiny sinewy arms, all of that strength and muscle had almost all but disappeared now, and gangly arms that were thinner less defined, and now more flabby and loose-looking, hung useless for strength or defense from his narrower now slumped shoulders.

Ed had stayed through a barrage of insults from both Rick and Ken. They were relentless against him and his new friends. Rick had called him a fat ass more than just once by then and it was more then payback time for the very tightly built quarterback. The fattening stone would need to be held by Rick in order for it to work on him, a task Ed would deal with later. Ed ran into the kitchen and found the other stairway he had seen on the house's layout map. He then bounded up it waited for Pete to come up from the main stairway to the second floor.

Pete in the meantime had not really been told or noticed that his pristine once well defined muscular build was all but gone now. He looked positively out of shape now. He would soon find this out though as he struggled to make the staircase that seemed impossibly long and steep for him now.

Pete took the last step to landing of the second floor and nearly collapsed when he finally got there, He was more then just winded; he was totally wore out. His legs felt like lead and even his arms felt heavy to him. Pete was in complete shock over how he felt, and he was very frightened as well. But as he walked head down towards his room, he could see something didn't look quite right about his stomach area. He was now sporting a noticeable bulge of untrained flab, and that fact alone scared the hell out of him. He would have to get to his room to find out just how bad he really looked.

Ed was waiting in the hallway and saw him coming down it and made a point of getting directly in his way. Pete wasn't looking up and stayed his course not noticing Ed at all. Ed took out a special stone he had in his pocket--it was a balding stone. It was the thirteenth stone, or as they say the last stone of a baker's dozen. He was going to rub it on the now less threatening Pete's head. It would give Pete male pattern baldness of the severest kind. Ed had planned on using this stone on the others as well. It was a special gift from his uncle, and the taking of a guys self esteem was the ultimate in building blocks for himself.

Pete walked right into the now stronger then him Ed and about fell back on his ass. He was pissed, Ed could tell that much.

"Get the fuck out of my fucking way fat ass!" Pete said looking down at Ed who was still shorter than he was and in Pete's head he was weaker than he was as well still tired or not. After all, he was a muscle god, and this guy was fat and out of shape. Unfortunately for Pete, nothing could have been further from the truth than that thought anymore. Pete was not a muscle god anymore, and he had lost over two thirds of those muscle's strength when they became atrophied even while in use. Ed was now truly the stronger of the two.

Pete didn't know that though, and he was about to teach Ed a lesson in respect. After all, his reputation was on the line now. Pete thrashed out with his right arm fisted as tightly as he could and struck Ed directly in his bloated gut. The hit was enough to be felt, but it wasn't enough to hurt any more as it would have that very morning.

It was so ineffectual and slow that Ed had time to grab the fisted arm and seize it. Ed pulled Pete in towards him and much to Pete's dismay and shock, Ed was able to rub the balding stone all over the now weaker Pete's head. He mussed up his perfect hair cut to the point of it looking like morning hair does, and then he released the now weaker guy's arm. Pete had been struggling to free himself the whole time and now with his release, he fell back flat on his ass in total shock. Ed just smiled down at him and walked away.

Pete was in obvious shock over the fact that a guy he had just effectively sucker-punched in much the same way just a couple hours ago was able to overpower him and get the upper hand so easily. He was so ashamed at himself that tears were beginning to form in his eyes, and his nose was running with the beginnings of true crying. Pete got up sniffling and almost ran for his room.

Ed had turned around at a safe enough distance to be relatively unnoticed and watch the whole thing. Pete made it to his room, and his tears now were freely flowing from his eyes. He was that ashamed over the fact he didn't win that confrontation. Ed had no guilty feelings for the has-been bully as he watched him struggle with his key to his room. Pete glanced up and saw Ed at the far end of the hallway. He knew then that he had seen him crying now as well. Pete's heart sank as he opened his door bleary eyed, knowing this fat guy was going to tell everyone he was trying to impress that he had been beaten.

Pete was in for more then just that one moment of disappointment though. He was about to get the biggest disappointing moment of his life when he saw just exactly why he had lost that all to crucial encounter with Ed. Pete rubbed the tears from his eyes, tore off his sweaty tee shirt and wandered over to his full length mirror. Pete was a vain guy and often posed in this very mirror. His stunningly tight body even gave himself a hard on from time to time. But now what stared back was all but a turn on. Pete's famous 6-pack abs were gone, and where they were was a very prominent gut that hung loosely over his jogging shorts that were to small for his new waistline, and the waist band was eating into his new untrained waistline. Above the new gut were flabby sagging tits where firm upper torso encompassing pecs once were. His shoulders looked narrower, and they drooped, and from his hung arms looked like he never lifted a single weight in his entire life. The results of five years of perfecting his body through strenuous workouts and weight training to build his once perfect torso were all gone.

His legs looked totally weak in appearance now no real muscle showed as they had before. His grand quads were all but gone, his calves were thin as any girls would be. and his ass, his once fine ass, sagged and looked muscle-less. The jock bubble butt that drew so much attention was gone. Pete pulled down the constricting shorts only to see the next victim of the stone. His cock, his once fine member, hung shortened in length and thinner than it ever was. He cupped it in his hand, and it looked and felt totally useless. He would have a hard time ever getting an erection again. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, and the changes weren't even over yet for Pete either. The balding stone was working on him now too.

Ed went back downstairs. He had plans for the cocky quarterback Rick first. Ed had the fattening stone on him, and he knew he would have to somehow get Rick to touch it and hold it for a while for it to work. But how? That was his biggest problem. But the stone looked intriguing. It was crystalline and appealing to the eye. Its blue shimmer was more than just an eye catcher, it looked expensive, and it of course was. Only the bearer of it paid with his body and muscles and not money.

Ed had over heard Rick talking to the others about his big game that night. He figured that Rick was a pretty dumb guy and that getting him to accept the stone would be easy if he could convince the guy it was a lucky charm. That would prove to be easier then even Ed expected it to be.

Ed watched as Rick sauntered over to a chair and sat down. He of course shot Ed a hated glare just so he knew he wasn't truly welcome down here with the elite of the house. Ed walked over to where he was sitting and placed the blue glowing stone down on the table next to where Rick was sitting. The table was separated from the other guys by position. It sat to the left of the seating arrangements and was meant as a table for that chair only.

Rick saw Ed put the stone down and walk away, and his curiosity was on fire. Rick couldn't help himself, and he reached over and snatched up the almost glowing stone. It shimmered in his hand the moment he touched it. Ed sat back and watched as Rick fondled the now glowing stone. The damage was done. Now all Rick had to do was touch someone there and that poor unsuspecting fool would be giving the quarterback his weight in the form of fat.

That fool turned out to be a good donor indeed. He was one of Rick's fellow teammates. His name was Joe Brighten. He was a defensive back for the team, and he was a big guy. Ed had seen him the very first time he walked through the doors. He was as handsome as most of the guys there seemed to be, His body wasn't that of a bodybuilder's. It was more bulky and untrained, but not what you would call fatty either. It was all muscle, but his muscles weren't trained the way Pete's body's muscles were.

They weren't supposed to be trained that way anyways. He had a body that was perfect for his part on the team. It was healthy large and able to take a hit from some fat guy from the other team and still hold his ground standing. Ed figured him to be at least 6'3" and way over 250 pounds, probably 270 if not even more. He had one of those barrel-type bodies with huge pecs and a small but semi-trained protruding abdominal region.

His jeans were an incredible size 36-38. Ed had saw that much as Joe walked by him and went over to Rick and started to fuck with him as all football guys did with each other. At first it was just a friendly pat on Rick's broad shoulder and then a friendly handshake designed to show Rick he was still stronger then he was, even though he respected his abilities. It was then that Rick stood up and gave the guy a bear hug. It was unusual to Ed but seemed to be acceptable to everyone else there. They all cheered as they did the impromptu hug. And Ed loved it, because the whole time Rick was still clutching the cursed fattening stone. Soon the two guys' worlds would change for them in very different ways. This stone was indeed, as uncle called it, a very special stone.

After their hug, the two giants backed away from each other. Rick or Joe didn't know it just yet but Rick had absorbed over twenty of his buddy Joe's pounds Rick was still holding the cursed stone and Joe saw it.

"Hey man what is that man. It looks like it's glowing man!" Joe said as Rick held it out on the palm of his hand it was glowing, and it felt warm in Rick's palm as well, but Rick didn't seem to care about that fact, or at least he gave no indication of concern over that fact. Ed just smiled, as he noticed the fact that Rick washboard abs had softened and protruded out farther then they had before.

"That fat guy left it on the table, I think it's mine now. What do you think Joe?" Rick said as he looked directly at Ed and smiled a malicious smile. Joe looked over at Ed and laughed at what Rick was doing. They both enjoyed their status and ranks in the house, and both had been bullies all their lives, so this idea was cool with him as well.

"I'm about starved dude!" Rick said to Joe rather abruptly. Rick was indeed starving the stone had that affect on him as well. His appetite was about to increase seven fold, and he would soon be gaining weight in more ways than just from his ill-fated friend's weight.

Joe, it turned out, was hungry too. The stone had stolen 23 pounds from him and gave it directly to Rick so his body needed food as well, but now when he ate Rick would gain what he consumed and he would continue to lose weight at the same time. This rock truly was special. Both the big guys went to the kitchen and began a feeding frenzy. Ed stayed in big living room and eyed the next victim, Ken.

Ken's superior height and bigger than average muscular build had given him an advantage over other guys all of his life, and he too, like Joe and Rick, was a bully, only he was a smart bully. He used his brain as well as his size to get what ever he wanted, and that included the lead role at this house, but his size advantage was about to start to be different for the tall all-star of the basketball team. The stone Ed carried for him in his pocket was a shrinking stone designed to take a guy down to a dwarf's size. His features when the stone was done with him would be just that, those of a dwarf's.

The stone that worked that magic was clear. It was like glass only stronger. It was crystal clear and not that big, it was the size of a penny. Ed walked over to Ken's drink of ice tea and dropped the stone into it and left. It fell down between the ice cubes till it hit the bottom of the glass with the ice cubes and the dark colored drink in the glass and the ice cubes it resembled would make it hard to see, if it was seen at all.

Ken drank his drink till all that was left was the ice cubes and the stone. Ken then refilled his glass while talking to Rick and Joe and drank that glass as well. He would soon see the world from a different perspective as well now.

Ed stood to gain from all three of these guys now, and his world too was about to change, but his changes would be for the better. Ed waited till Ken finished his drink and left the empty glass on the kitchen counter. Ed then waited till the food frenzy ended. Rick had left the blue stone on the table. Apparently food was now more important then some dumb blue stone. Ed retrieved both the stones and headed for his third floor room, on the way he retrieved the weakening stone from Pete's shoe that he had taken off despite his problems and left them as he always had out side of his door, Ed grabbed the stone out of the shoe and left with them all. The three stones glowed with a warmth that penetrated Ed's skin as he held them tightly.

That night, all of the football players had games that they were to be playing in. Pete was a wide receiver but he was rarely used although before he was drained of his strength he could do the job quite well when he was used. Joe was used quite a bit as was of course the now slightly more portly Rick, who was of coarse the team's starting quarterback. And Ken had a practice basketball game he too was playing in.

The four hours had taken their tolls on the four guys. Pete's hair was now falling out at a big time level. His hairline had receded dramatically, and it was obvious even to him that he was losing his hair now. He had a rather large bald spot on the back of his head as well, but he didn't know that yet. He was in denial over all of the things that were happening to him, and he had been frantically working out to get back that that he had lost somehow. He honestly believed he could do it, but the amount of weight he was using, that he could use that is, was way down from what he normally lifted. Twenty pounds was hard for him to lift now, and that scared him to death. He was becoming a weakling, and he hated that thought.

Meanwhile in Rick's room, Rick was having his own troubles now. His pants all seemed to be too tight for him, and he couldn't help but see why. His perfect 8-pack abs weren't anywhere near that anymore. He had an obvious roll of fat where they once were just that very mourning. He too was scared, but he was also starving to death again! Why he thought as his need for food took over the fear. Rick's hunger was insatiable, so he just put on his sweat pants and a looser fitting tee shirt and went downstairs. His new gut clearly visible even in the over sized tee shirt.

In Joe's room, the opposite was happening. None of his jeans would fit without a belt to hold them up. Joe was actually kind of happy about the fact that his body was less dense, it actually looked better then it had ever looked at this stage of his changes. His gut that was always there was all but gone now, and a small set of still fat-covered but more obvious abs were beginning to show where fat had ruled since he was twelve. Joe was unaware of the fact that things weren't getting better for him. He happily put on a belt to hold his size 36-38 jeans. He left his room hungry as well.

In Ken's first floor room, things were different. His clothes were all too long for him now, not all that long, but it was enough for him to notice. His shirt engulfed the tops of his hands, and the legs of the jeans he had on were noticeably bunched up above his boots tops. His clothes were looser as well, and his legs didn't quite fill them out as they normally did. He could feel the ass of the jeans was loose on him as well he could feel the seam of the crotch scraping against his upper thighs, hanging farther down between his legs way farther down then even his baggiest set of jeans did. He could feel that the back of the once tight fitting jeans no longer hugged his ass like a glove either. The jeans' ass hung empty and wrinkled, and he could feel the wrinkle formed by the fact he had lost weight rub against his ass as he walked.

Despite his apparent loss of some weight which was what Ken had attributed his changes too, he went downstairs. He had really lost two full inches in height and dropped the weight associated with that height, but he was convinced it was just weight so he swallowed his pride and also went into the common living room with his bag of clothes for tonight's practice game and met Joe and Rick there who had just finished eating again and it showed big time on Rick but not on Joe.

Rick's classic strong legs that were all running muscle weren't all that any more, and they nearly touched together as he walked now. Sson he would be waddling the way all fat guys do. His firm jock ass was all but that now and it hung down farther and was bigger around than it ever was. A prominent gut now hung over his sweat pants and showed all to well even in the loose tee shirt he had on.

Joe, on the other hand, looked thinner than he ever had. His clothes hung loosely from his body and looked oversized for him now. None of the guys mentioned that they could see differences in each other. They all hoped their own changes weren't that obvious themselves. It was an apparent case of self-denial that kept them from mentioning anything they did see at all.

Ed was also changing himself but his was for the better. He had gained the height that Ken had lost, and the muscle that was fading fast from Rick was now reforming his own body. He had actually lost weight, and his own blubbery gut was smaller and less rotund in look. He too would now need a belt to hold his pants up, but they would be almost floods for him now. Ed would be going to the game as well that night, but he would be going to a store first. The stones were working, and he would need new clothes!

Pete had given up on gaining back his apparent losses and decided to just get ready for the game tonight. He hoped he would not be used too much as he felt so weak and was scared that if he was used he would surely be hurt in his present condition. He donned a baseball cap to hide his head and his apparent hair loss from the others, and he too went downstairs dressed in loose-fitting sweat pants ready for the game. He was winded by the time he got down the two flights of stairs, just another reason for him to be afraid, but he blocked it out of his mind. The clothes he had on hid his discrepancies pretty well, and the hat hid his balding head, so no one noticed he had really changed all that much yet.

They went in the same car to the university together, none talked all that much, each dealing with their own changes in their own silent way. Each in a somewhat obvious form of denial Pete feeling the worst of them all at that point, and Joe feeling surprisingly better then he ever had before. It was like a sort of calm before the real storm of changes that brewed for him in the not so distant future.

Ed left for the games as well. His agenda was easy. He was going to watch as the mighty fell, and he gained from their shortcomings, shortcomings that were going to be a fact for the now shrinking Ken. Ken lost another inch and three quarters on the way there, and now his height was only 6'6", rather short for him compared to his old height of nearly four inches taller. His aim would be off as well as the strength in his throws of the ball, and his performance, he had lost the strength, with the weight that went with his height.

Ken's weight was dropping exponentially with his height now as well.

Ken went one way and the others all went another way when they got to the school. Ken's practice wasn't going to be as long as the game was, and he planned on watching the end of the football game. He also planned on returning with the guys after the game that night.

Rick and the guys entered their locker rooms all feeling strangely different. All but Joe felt weaker then they had ever before. Joe felt invigorated and healthy, a fleeting feeling that would soon fade with his weight and muscles as Rick absorbed more from him in the form of more fat to his already bloating body. Rick now weighed in at a whopping 236 pounds, the added nearly 40 pounds was all fat. Gone was his once lean 193-pound body. His 6'2" height now carried 43 pounds of new fat mass. Neither Joe or him were going to be able to fit into their old uniforms anymore, and both guys and their coaches were about to find that out.

Joe had lost more weight than Rick had actually gained from Joe, and now Joe's weight was down from its original 275 pounds to only 227 pounds, a loss of nearly fifty whole pounds. Rick now outweighed his once bigger teammate by nearly ten pounds, not a good thing when you're the star starting quarterback.

Rick, Joe and Pete all went to their lockers and began to undress. It was then that the truth hidden by each in their clothes became painfully obvious to all the rest of the guys there, including their coaches. Both Pete and Rick looked painfully out of shape, Pete's uniform fit, but it was tight in his waistline and loose on his legs and torso. Even with the defensive padding they all wore, his uniform was felt all wrong to him.

But Rick and Joe looked worse then even Pete did. Rick's gut now hung down from his waistline like a defensive back's gut would while Joe's once protruding gut was all but gone completely. He looked to be as trim as Rick was that morning, only not as well developed. His gut lacked the definition and form Rick's had had, but it was relatively flat now. Neither of their uniforms was going to fit them now. Rick's would be way too tight for his now bigger gut, and Joe's would be just too big for his present size.

Coach Bennings, their head coach, watched in awe as his star quarterback exposed his now portly body for all to see. He also saw his number two defensive back showing off his now considerably smaller size as well. He was in shock and dismay and immediately cleared the room of everyone but the two radically changed jocks.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!" Coach Bennings yelled at the two guys as they both found out they were indeed were not going to fit into their old uniforms. Rick's uniforms pants wouldn't even clear his now touching thighs, and Joe's wouldn't hold around his much smaller waistline. Both were in shock over this fact. Joe was now frightened by the fact he had lost so much weight, and Rick was stunned and now could no longer deny his weight gains. The coach and two sub coaches ordered both guys to the scales and followed them the whole way astounded as anyone would be by their sudden changes.

The coach still needed his quarterback though and despite the fact his quarterback looked like he ate his own girlfriend or something he would need to find him a uniform that fit him now. Rick reluctantly got on the scale. He knew he had gained some weight, and he too was as confused as the coaches were, but none expected him to weigh that much more then he had before. It was bound to have a effect on his game, and they all knew that much at least.

Coach Peirson, Coach Benning's defensive coach, took the measurements of Rick's new waist size. He would need a size 40-inch waist size uniform pants now, 8 full sizes up from his original size 32s. Rick was now officially and without a doubt a fat guy now. Joe was the opposite of Rick. He would need to wear the same size as Rick used to wear, and that was down 6 sizes from his old size. Both guys were essential in the plans of the coaches, and they reluctantly found uniforms to fit both, Joe actually was going to have to use Rick's old uniform pants, while Rick wore one of the coaches old defensive playing pants now.

Meanwhile back in another locker room close to the basketball court, Ken found his basketball shorts too loose and long on him, and his shoes too big for his now smaller feet. He too needed to change the sizes of his uniform and shoes. Ken found himself looking up into eyes that had so recently stared up to look him in the eyes. Ken was now a half a foot shorter and still shrinking. He was no longer among the tallest on his team; he was now among the shorter of them, and it showed, and he was going to be very shortly the shortest guy there at this rate of height loss.

Ed had gone to the store and bought extra large clothes both in length and size and a nice belt to hold up the oversized pants. He knew even as he bought them that he was growing both in height and size, and all of it was muscle. Ed was ecstatic.

Needless to say the football game wasn't going very well for their team. Rick's new weight problem had him worn out and bogged down and confused. He made completely bad choices for plays and played them badly as well, and both Pete and Joe suffered brutal hits by the other team.

By half time, all three had been pulled and benched from the game. They were now miserably losing thanks to Rick, their one time star quarterback's decisions. Ed had gotten to the game just as the second quarter started. Rick had gained more of Joe's weight and now his size 40 pants were being taxed by his now size 42-inch waistline. Pete's uniform was too tight, and he was too weak for what he was supposed to do, and he had been benched during the first quarter, and Joe was now struggling as well as his uniform pants and pads all became looser on him. It seemed impossible to him, but with every pound gained by Rick, he lost more of his own weight. Rick's old uniform pants were literally too big for his now much smaller size.

All three guy's were now very confused and very much afraid. Rick was now as fat as Ed was but in a taller body. Pete was as weak as a twelve-year-old skinny boy would be, and Joe was fast losing his newly gained less fat hindered muscles, and he too was becoming a weak guy now.

Meanwhile, Ken had lost more inches and weight. He now was only 6'2" tall and weighed in at just under 190 pounds. There was no denying his losses either, and everyone was now aware of them including his coach. Ken was nearly in tears now and fought hard not to cry. He was the president of his frat house and a leader on the basketball court. Now all of that was changing and he had no idea as to why. Ken's coach told him he was going to take him to a hospital and find out what the hell was going on! He had used those words exactly.

Later that same night, Ed watched the remainder of the game that Rick had successfully lost for his team from a vantage point that allowed him a clear view of the three guys who had been benched. He watched as Rick got fatter and Joe got smaller and Pete just wasted away as all of his muscles lost all of their definition and became what he feared the worst: a total weakling. Ed knew that these guys would be going to see doctors too it was inevitable, but his changes were all too good for him to care about that fact.

Sure enough, all four did indeed see doctors, and their changes were unexplainable to modern science, and all but Ken were released and sent back to the frat house three days later. By now, Ed was a prominent member of the house. His weight and height gains had him almost the biggest guy there by then. Everyone wondered, but few spoke their opinions out loud for fear of his reprisals that turned out to be bad to say the least.

In the last two days, Ed had come to grips with his new size and had used it to control the other guys at the frat house. He was in total control of the house by the time Rick, Pete and Joe came home from their stay at the hospital. Ken was still there, shrinking down in height everyday. He was now under five feet tall, and he was still losing height and weight. He was as confused as his doctors who were ever increasing in number. The others were released as outpatients, still under observation, but each had actually been completely changed as much as they were going to be.

Rick now weighed an incredible 350 pounds of all fat, while poor Joe weighed in at barely 110 pounds, and Pete was totally bald on top of his head and as weak as a boy of nine years of age. Their lives were forever changed, and Ed was just beginning to find his new limitations, and they were at this point limitless thanks to the stones.

Ed had used but five of the bakers dozen by then and retrieved a whole new begging to his life for himself by then. That left the other 8 stones unused as of yet, but Ed had his new friends and his position as house president in lieu of Ken's apparent backing out of living there altogether. Ed had more than just a lot of ideas for all of the other remaining unused stones.

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