A Twisted Test of Love (muscle theft scifi)
by fucil99
The sun rose and warmed the cold desert air. It was amazing how cold the desert got at night. Jay couldn't believe it could be past 90 in the day here and cold as hell at night--it just seemed so up. But this was the case and it was after all still only May and early May at that and this part of the high country had its extremes it was the heat of the day that made the nights seem so cold--50s cold--with 90s the high for the day. He woke his mate and they kissed. He loved this outing with Ken. It gave him a warm feeling to know he had so many friends and now this guy as well.
Deep in the back of Jay's mind a weird dream played itself over and over again: one where they were abducted by aliens and both taken to some kind of a ship. He smiled knowing the stories Ken had read aloud from the book on UFO abductions he read as they sat embracing each other around the fire last night had just stirred up his subconscious mind and given him bad dreams.
"I swear to God, Ken, you and your dumb stories gave me a goddamn nightmare last night, dude." Jay said with a smile.
Ken returned the smile to him, deep dimples ruled his mourning face and with his hair all a mess, long uncombed bangs all stringy looking from three days without washing up top well showed he would need to comb his hair at least to look some what presentable to the world (not that it mattered where they were, they were alone). Jay couldn't help but smile back. He too had dimples; they were quite the cute pair. Ken shook his head. He too had had a dream but he didn't want to say what it was. He didn't want to hear any ridicule from Jay so he brushed his bangs out of his face, kissed Jay and said good morning. Both commented teasingly on their morning breath and the subject about dreams soon changed to the subject of their next stop on the hike.
It was Ken's idea to come up to the high country to look for the famed UFOs. He loved to believe they were real. Why should he say otherwise if that's what Ken wanted to believe in, then so be it. It wasn't like it hurt anyone else. He loved Ken. He was the handsome, strong, manly type and good protection up here in these wild hills. While Jay was the wiry muscled type, his physique came nowhere near his mate's body.
It wasn't as if Jay's body wasn't eye-catching--it was. He had the well-developed smaller type build while Ken was a massive guy with big as hell muscles that dominated his frame his back was almost twice as wide as Jay's was. He had biceps as big around as Jay's upper thighs. They were the odd couple in that way; one really big, the other sort of small.
But for some reason they loved each other, neither really dominant at all, both had their ground their place in this relationship. Ken prodding Jay on and helping him with his workouts and supportive of his modest gains. He loved Jay more for his mind than his body. It was an even trade. Jay loved Ken's body but loved him more for his big heart and kind attitude as well.
The two made passionate love as the sun warmed the ground and the air around them, but the chill stayed in the tent long enough for both to have nipples as hard as rocks and Jay loved to lick Ken's firm tiny erections on his chest, as he called the firm thick nips that rose from quarter size mounds and licked at the cold air with visible tips.
He enjoyed the reaction he got as he slowly wetted the area around the nips with his tongue, the reaction one of pleasure as he followed every inch of his skin. It was sensual and feeling as he did it at the same time he played ever so lightly with Ken's now hard dick, squeezing it tightly then releasing it and then gently exploring its size with his fingers as he caused it to rise. It was massive compared to his not that he was small but Ken was just so big, so inviting in touch and action he filled his senses when they made love. Gentle yet fierce at the same time, he was like an explorer searching him with each stroke allowing only pleasure to be Jay's reward.
They finished their intimate time with Jay taking him as the bottom for the very first time. It was Ken's gift for dragging him out to this desolate encampment perched high on the rocks overlooking the large valley below where the United states tested things unseen of or heard of yet. Jay figured the lights they had seen that night before were probably just that-tests--but Ken thought they were UFOs so he let him believe that.
They finished both kissing and saying how great the other was. They were a good couple. Some might disagree but to them they were comfortable in their roles and that made it all the more likeable. Ken got up and went out of the tent to dress; it was much too confined for him to get dressed in it. His body was perfect in the early mourning sun, so tanned and muscular; it was like some weird image he'd seen on TV or the Net. Every muscle so toned and so fair, his arms reacted to his every move. His biceps bulged wildly as he pulled on his cut off shorts that hugged his firm ass that was so muscled and strong that they were as tight as a drum. He could have bounced a quarter off of them. Ken brushed his uncombed bangs from his eyes and smiled as Jay came out dressed, Jay's eyes never looking away from this perfect guy. Ken's eyes as blue as the sky so rich in color so rare. Eyes the color of the deepest blue sky were rare in a guy and he loved them.
Jay was no slacker; he was as cute as they come. Dark rich eyes stared back at his partner with the color of the dark sand around them. Deep in richness, deep in intellect, they screamed "I'm intelligent" and Ken knew that was there. It was why they got along so well; each gained a little from the other just enough to be comforting and not overbearing.
The day was fully ahead of them; they were to pick up camp and go to the next ridge five miles away and then watch the valley from there. It was where Ken believed the UFOs came into the valley. Jay had seen the lights; he figured they were stealth planes that came into the valley at the ridge Ken wanted to go to. So he indulged his finely body lover as best as he could and they broke camp and took the journey. Both sweated as they walked. Jay loved Ken's smell. Even if he stopped bathing for a month, it would be but another turn on for him.
Ken walked behind his thinner lover as they went up the last hill. He took inventory of Jay's build his look, his persona. Jay wasn't what he would consider a big guy. He was rather thin compared to him. He had well defined muscles but they weren't big muscles. They gave him more that sort of starved athlete type look. They did respond to every move he made though and that was a definite turn on for Ken. Although he did smile when he saw the patch on the back of Jays cut off Levi's 28-32s, it seemed like such a small size compared to his 34-36 size cut offs. Ken really loved Jay but was glad he wasn't that thin that would be hard for him to handle--not that it changed his mind about Jay--but he just smiled knowing he didn't think he would like to be that thin. That's all, he thought as they made their way to the top. He had to give Jay credit that he was in good shape and who never complained about being smaller or not the guy could do whatever he could and that impressed him that much more.
They both trudged onward for another hour or so and for some reason Ken was noticing that Jay looked slightly different as they went, like he was even thinner then he seemed to remember him being it was probably the sun or his sudden infatuation over the fact he would hate to be that thin. Ken dismissed the thought and took in the views. The higher they got, the better the view got. He could see for miles and distant mountains of a hazy colored light blue could be seen, their outlines barely there but they must be tall as hell, he thought. Now far below them were the testing grounds, an almost totally flat desert that seemed to stretch out on its floor to the foothills of those distant mountains so far away.
They got to where Ken wanted to go and began to make camp. Ken for some reason was now obsessed with Jay's size. He couldn't handle being that skinny and for some reason it was beginning to bother him. He tried to dismiss the thoughts about his size. It was the size of Jay's heart and his brain he really liked. His size was but a little thing, now it seemed like a really little thing! He shook his head and smiled, trying to get the poor guy's size out of his head. "Hey dude when we get back let's work on bulking you up a bit, OK?" Ken said as Jay struggled with the tent's fabric that was a strain to hold it up and Jay seemed to be embarrassed by that fact, and Ken's comment and this just wasn't normal for him and this should be easy for him to do.
Jay always wanted to be Ken's size, always dreamed of being in some bodybuilder contest somewhere, and coming home and putting that trophy on their mantle, and for once in their relationship, it would be Ken who was proud of him instead of the other way around. And now instead he was struggling to lift the fabric up, he didn't think Ken was too proud of him then.
Ken watched as Jay struggled with his side of the tent. This didn't seem right. He didn't have trouble with it yesterday and the day before that. What was up with this sudden show of weakness on Jay's part? "Hey dude, that walk just sapped your energy guy? Let me finish this. You go start the fire and get some grub going, alright?" Ken said and smiled and brought his face to his with a firm hand under Jay's thin chin and kissed Jay's ample thick lips with a wet tongue at the end. It made Jay feel better and he reciprocated in the same fashion both guys seemed happy then even though Jay did feel weaker for some reason as maybe he'd been really drained by the sun's heat.
"Ok lover, dinner's on me. You finish here and we'll eat it under the glowing lights of your UFOs, alright?" Ken laughed knowing Jay was a skeptic but loving him still.
They finished their duties and then Ken sat on the hill topless, allowing the last of the sun's rays to tan his already well-tanned skin. He was a marvelous site to behold, thick strong muscle told of years of hard work, years of training to become this spectacle of manhood, this dream to behold. He had on his cowboy hat that fit his face so well; it made him look so rugged and even a bit arrogant in look but it was so him, so Ken. It showed off and accented his eyes so deep in color, so true. They seemed to almost say I love you! Jay snuggled next to him handed him his plate of camp slop as they called it and both ate and embraced as the sun set down in the western sky.
Below them a valley spread out so wide and so large. Beyond it the shadows of mountains lay so far away, so far and so high. A tranquil sunset indeed. They shared the experience in a close comfortable way. Jay's thinner arm draped comfortably over his well-built lover's shoulder, his hand playfully teasing his new growth of beard stubble in a somewhat audible way, scratching it ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers and every so often a nice warm kiss. Above them deep high clouds colored red by pollution danced and skimmed fast across the night's coming sky.
Jay watched, clinging to Ken's ample firmness as the last rays of the sun disappeared below the horizon, its glimmer the only real light remaining. They needed more wood to keep their campfire going, the only heat source other than themselves. The fire needed its fill of new kindling and wood.
Jay reached over and pulled as he normally would his lover to kiss him, but he found he had to pull harder than he normally would. Ken's resistance was never this strong before; his eyes widened as Ken did the hard part and leaned towards him for him for the kiss. He wasn't fighting him; it was Jay who seemed weaker then he should. Both knew that was the case and Jay freaked out and he stood his shorts began to ride down his thighs. They should be tight on him but they weren't. They slid halfway down his now thinner thighs.
This was all wrong. Sure he was the smaller of the two but never this thin. He brought his arms in the air and freaked as he saw them. They had gone from sinewy muscles to bone-covered skin. His thighs were the same. All of his muscles gone there too! A thin skinny butt all bony and weak carried what to him felt like ten tons of torso, but it was so thin his ribs now showed prominently. He began to freak out as well as did Ken. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Jay screamed as both watched his remaining muscle he had fading away. Jay started swaying as if he was ready to collapse.
Ken quickly jumped up and caught Jay before he collapsed. He picked him up easily; he weighed so little now he was like carrying limp wet sticks barely eighty pounds if he was that now. Ken knew he couldn't get Jay down this mountain at night and prayed like hell he would live through the night. It would be hard enough the next day to get him down off the hill. Jay had passed out he wasn't sure if it was from the site of losing his body's muscles or whatever had caused it to happen in the first place that did it, but he seemed to be just sleeping. Ken took his pulse and temperature and everything seemed right about him. He was breathing normally and seemed to be just sleeping, but boy did he look different. His sexy little pecs were gone and his arms, God, his arms. Ken could touch his finger together around his biceps, biceps that were fourteen inches around, pretty big for Jay, were gone. They couldn't have been eight if they were that.
Ken dressed Jay in Jay's long jeans and they fit him so loosely he figured the more layers of cover the better. He put a flannel shirt on his now bony torso and then covered him up with a blanket to protect him from the sting of the cold night's air and made sure he was comfortable. He grabbed some long jeans and a flannel for himself and went out in the cold air where it was easier for him to change and got dressed. Ken rolled down the sleeves of the shirt he wore the day before buttoned the cuffs, and grabbed his blue jean jacket and buttoned the cuffs of it too. It was enough for him to be warm; Ken loved the cold air. He checked in on Jay who was still sleeping and seemed to be comfortable enough for him to be able to leave the campsite. So Ken headed out to get more firewood for the fire. If Jay woke up now he would need the heat of the fire to keep him warm. That skinny body he had now would be no match against the night's cold air.
Ken would have been quite the sight if this were daylight. His huge pecs pushed the material of both the shirt and the jacket to the max. His arms filled the upper sleeves of both and every flex of his arms showed in them quite nicely. His jeans hugged his legs and ditto for his ass.
Ken returned with the wood and put some on the fire and checked in on Jay. His friend was just waking up; it seemed his commotion had woken him up. Ken looked at him lovingly. It was still really dark in the tent; the glow of the fire, its only true light, wasn't enough to really see him well but Jay looked tired and his face was so gaunt. "How's it going buddy?" Ken asked with a smile he wanted to see how Jay reacted before he did anything else. Jay smiled a big smile his deep dimples still there; it broke Kens heart to know that his lovers body wasn't there and instead this Skeletor-looking guy was his old lover. "How are you Jay?" Ken asked with a faked smile; he didn't want to alarm him and it seemed as if Jay had either blocked out what happened to him or was still too tired to remember it. "You're tired dude. Go back to sleep, ok? I'll be in a few, ok? I'm going to keep the fire going for a while. LOVE YOU." Ken said and Jay smiled back and lied back down and seemed to drift off quickly back to sleep.
Ken went back out, tears filling his strong eyes. In the morning, Jay was going to have to face what happened to him and it wasn't going to be easy for him. At least, he wasn't that big to begin with, it was bad enough sure, but to get him back to his old size would be a hell of a lot easier than for him to go from that back to his present size. "Besides!" he said out loud, "I'm not going to let him do it alone either. I'll be with him every step of the way. Every pound, every inch gained back, I'll be there for him!" He vowed to God loudly that he would be there with him to do that.
He caught himself and shut his mouth. He didn't want Jay to hear that but it was too late. Jay heard every word and sat up. He felt weak for some reason and then ran the words Ken said through his head, every word stuck like a memory never to be gone from him, every word verbatim to as it was said. Jay threw the blanket off of him and in the iridescent light of the amber-colored fire he could see his jeans legs empty and void of his runner's legs, the fabric spread to each side of them and to the middle as well. He reached down with his bony arm and felt for his legs. Somewhere hidden in the fabric of these jeans were his legs; he could feel them but where were they? It was then he saw his arm; it was bony as hell. It looked so alien to him.
It was then he remembered the aliens again. They came back into his head as more than just a dream. They were here for a reason and he suddenly knew what it was! They were the ones draining his muscles, his manhood. He undid his jeans with his bony fingers and drew the waistband that didn't touch his waist anymore away and looked down into his underwear. His dick was but puny now. Its eight inches were gone; it was but maybe two now. His heart sunk and he knew it meant bad things for Ken too. The dream ended right there and then or at least his memory was so vivid that it was all he could remember and this was not good.
He frantically pulled back his underwear and buttoned up the jeans. He got up on his bony knees and saw the empty fabric of his jeans moving to the control of legs so thin they couldn't be seen in them. He fought with the dropping waistline of his jeans and the cuffs of the shirt put on by Ken. He fought for his every move, covering his hands halfway down his palms, covering and hindering his fingers' movements. The shirt now void of any real mass was cumbersome and the shoulders seams now fell halfway down his upper arm area and hindered his movements as he threw on his belt and then ran out of holes to tighten it with his brow now sweating as he did it. He got it as tight as he could and just as he finished he exited the tent as fast as he could still feeling his pants sliding down his waist as he left. He saw the fire's light grow brighter. It got so bright as to blind his eyes and then as it did last night it all went blank again as dark as pitch.
***
He woke up in the same room as he was in his dreams. It was blank of features and its wall slightly curved. Its color to him was of a white glow that seemed to be slightly iridescent and all the light it needed wasn't too bright or too dim. It was like sunlight in the shade and the only shadows were his bodybuilder lover Ken's and his.
The floor was colorless, almost white as well, but a shade away from that, it was solid and their shadows moved as they did so it wasn't an absorbing white as to be glossy but a solid white instead. Ken was standing there and seemed to be more concerned with his own well-being than as to be in this together. It was a feeling Jay picked up on or maybe he was reading too much into the whole scene but that was the impression Jay got from the way Ken was standing there and the way he never even seemed to know he was with him there.
Jay was forced to again have to pull up his jeans. He was pissed. Even with his belt to its last hole, a hole that was two holes away from his normal size, they still were threatening to expose his waist. Ken looked the same as he always did except maybe cuter. He wished he could have seen him in the woods. What Ken wore looked so great on him now; it was the perfect thing for the woods. His jeans hugged his huge-as-hell legs and an ass the likes of which made every guy envious of him showed so clearly in them it filled them to the max and hugged contours like none he could remember seeing on any guy but him. And Ken always complained his legs needed work? They did but they were to that size where they just looked so good in jeans. They hugged its fabric and moved its fabric as they did and the whole ensemble looked great, the flannel shirt and jean jacket, just icing on a well-sculpted cake.
There was a reason for their being there and Jay knew it. This was just no happenstance encounter; there were underlying circumstances involved here, reasons behind the unreasonable. Like why did they take his modest frame of muscles and yet leave this guy with obviously well over done muscles alone? If size was their goal, why not take Ken's size? He was almost twice as big as he used to be. It was weird for Jay to think that all of the sudden. Why would he want Ken to go through what he went through? He loved Ken! He loved the way he looked. He loved to make love to him and his fantastic body. Why would he be mad that they had taken his muscles instead of Ken's? He should be happy that he still had Ken. He remembered the words he spoke to himself outside the tent, the words where he said he would be there for him and help him through this.
But those words kept being blurred in his head, a unreasoning jealousy was taking over him. He so wanted the tables turned for some reason, to have Ken in his spot and forced to be the skinny guy and forced to hold up his jeans! Jay freaked out! What were these thoughts? Where did they come from? Why did he feel this way? Why any of this?
Jay stood there and tears formed in his eyes as he realized he might very well lose this guy he loved. These aliens had taken his body away from him and made him into a walking skeleton, a freak of nature. Who and not why anyone would love him now entered his mind. How could Ken love him now? He couldn't even lift ten pounds or do any of the sports he had done all his life, not for a long time to come if he could ever be even close to his old size again.
He brought his head out of the view of his now loosely-hanging clothes and looked towards Ken. Ken was watching him and looking at his body and not his face. He seemed to be turned off by it and not turned on at all. His face was the kind of face he'd seen him have when he was disgusted with something or someone. It wasn't the face that he had when he spoke the words of I'll-be-there-for-him. It was the face of when-I-get-out-of-here-you're-history type of look. He didn't even make eye contact with him. As soon as he saw he saw him he turned and went back to looking around this weird white glowing walled room.
Fuck him, Jay thought! I hope they take your size too big boy! His mind screamed as he watched the muscle-bound stud touch the wall for the first time almost at the exact moment he said the words, word for word verbatim in his head. The wall went dim as if it had been drained by Ken's touch, as if it had some sort of an effect on it. Ken seemed to feel it as it happened to him. Jay watched as Ken backed away from the wall, his face a blank stare, his shoulders quivering, his mind seemingly distraught with thoughts now more of Oh-my-God-what-did-I-do! than We-gotta-get-outta-here. Jay watched as he again hiked his belted jeans back up and actually smiled for some reason. This fear of Ken's turned him on, like it was meant to be that way, like this was these things test of their love for each other and to see if it was real! To him Ken had failed that first part of the test here in this room, was he to fail Ken as well?
Ken jumped back and looked over at Jay with his eyes now were trained on him as they went from his now oversized hiking boots to the folded fabric that were once tight-fitting jeans to his calf area now void of any real muscle. Thin now bony calves were buried in the many folds of the fabric that had bunched up on top of his boots. Above them long airy vertical flaps of excess fabric void of real filler hung from halfway down his thigh. A now too big flannel shirt hung loosely over the now belted to the max waistline of his jeans, Ken stopped at Jay's face and for the first time since they got there their eyes met.
Ken looked at him and hung his head down and shook it. Jay wasn't sure if it was pity or disgust that caused this reaction. He just knew he had done it. Jay too lowered his head as well, his was for shame though and not anything else. Ken started to walk over to him and Jay caught the sight of him out of the corner of his eye and he watched as Ken came over, never lifting his head. Ken came over and stood there. Jay could see his well-muscled body just standing there and he looked up, Ken smiled at him and put his arms around his now bony shoulders. He seemed to know to not press down too hard or it would hurt him now and with a deeply-dimpled smile and a caress to his own bangs, Ken lifted his thin face till he was looking him in Jay's eyes. Ken pulled ever so gently his face to his own and Ken gave him a pouty wet-lipped kiss and hugged him tight (but not too tight). He seemed to know or at least respect the limitations of his new size.
Jay's heart melted like it usually did in Ken's firm but gentle grip. He was afraid for both of them now and if this was their test of their true love for each other then the aliens lost their bet and the test was a true showing of their love and respect for each other.
Jay felt so unacceptable to Ken now, so unappealing to being as thin as a rail now, his body so useless and so goddamn frail. It was then they heard a whooshing sound and then a blowing of air as if something had stirred up the stagnant air so rich in Ken's sweaty, sultry smell came rushing over them. It cleared the air of Ken's pheromones and Jay pushed Ken away from him as best as he could and looked around the round room. There to one end of it were two very different-looking things, human in appearance yet distinctively alien. Their skin was a light brown, an almost too-much-milk-in-coffee tone. Their heads were oval in shape and they had huge eyes that were slanted and raised upwards at the outsides of their heads.
Then another feeling of air movement swept over the two and Jay caught another being out of the corner of his eye and swung around to look at it. He was surprised this one looked like a male human in every way right down to the clothes he wore. He was dressed in a suit but it was like a jumpsuit and it looked like it was made on Earth. It had distinctive seams and even a fly at crotch level.
Jay watched as he came up and when Jay looked to see how Ken was reacting to all of this he heard the guy say, "Jay Thornburge, right? I'm called, well, they call me Ditto."
Jay never even looked at the guy but heard every word he said. He was too busy watching the other two aliens who went over to Ken and grabbed his arms and started to guide him. He saw Ken begin to try to back away from them but he seemed to be either too scared to move or somehow hindered by them. His struggle was a weak one at best as they guided him to a spot about ten feet away. Jay watched as a large translucent panel came straight out of the floor and merged with the rooms curved ceiling. Ken was struggling against these bone-thin beings and trying to pull his arms away from their grip, but the more he struggled, the weaker in movement he seemed to just give in and stand there on the other side of the panel.
Ken looked down and saw these things grab his arms as he watched the human-looking guy walk towards Jay. He could have sworn he heard it say Jay's name but his lips didn't move at all. Then he found himself being pulled by these weak-looking freaks. He tried to pull his arms away but the more he pulled, the tighter their grip on his arms got. He felt like they were draining his strength and soon he was being half-guided and half-held up by these things. He gave up the struggle as this translucent panel grew out of the seamless floor right in front of him. He was turned around and so he was looking at Jay through the translucent panel. It was crystal clear and he could see Jay and the human-looking alien standing there him on one side of the panel with them on the other side ten feet away.
Ken was too tired to speak and felt like if these weak-looking things let his arms go he would surely collapse right there. Ken was stripped of his jacket by the two things and left standing dressed in his jeans and his tucked-in cuff-buttoned flannel shirt. He looked good, Jay thought, like a muscular woodsman or a lumberjack, only with very well developed muscles instead of the hard work earned type.
"Do you like him Jay?" Ditto asked.
Jay turned around and was forced to have to hike up his belted jeans. It disgusted him that he had to do that. "Yes...Yes I do! I love him," Jay said and lowered his head in a somewhat shamed sort of way and scoped out what he could see of the way he looked in his baggy clothes that were too big for him now and shook his head.
"You're ashamed about your present build, aren't you Jay?" Ditto asked.
Jay had still not looked Ditto in the face till that question came up. "What the fuck do you think! Yeah, I'm ashamed, You did this to me, didn't you?" Jay said finally looking the guy in his deep blue eyes.
"Yes Jay, we did do this to you. We wanted to test you too to see who or what you love the most." Ditto said and for the first time since they were talking Jay noticed Ditto never opened his mouth or moved one facial muscle at all.
"What the HELL'S that supposed to mean, you freak!" Jay said angrily.
"The test isn't over yet Jay so refrain from your anger. You're not exactly able to defend yourself anymore, Jay. I know you know the martial arts quite well and even have a black belt in the sport, but in that body, all those moves would be quite useless now." Ditto said this quite matter of factly to Jay who knew that even since Ditto been in the room he felt like his weight was dropping down and so was any strength he had left. He was skinnier than the aliens were now.
"WHY! Why are you doing this to me? What did I do you?" Jay said as he again had to pull up his jeans, his thighs now way too thin for them to even hang from without support.
"I see you've noticed you're now loosing more of your body's weight. You're basically muscle-less right now Jay, and your shorter as well. That's why your clothes seem to be heavier to you and way top long as well Jay. Do you still think Ken loves you now?" Ditto said again without moving his mouth. It must have been telepathic communication.
"Can he hear you also?" Jay said.
"No, I'm speaking only to you Jay."
"WHY ME?" Jay said frustrated as his height dropped slowly and he noticed that he was now the shortest person in the room.
"Well, we are here test the boundaries of love. You see we've already done tests on male to females of your species and found it can be as strong as one giving his life for the other, although we have never taken it that far and never will. But then there's this kind of love! It's unique in essence, rare in the universe, and considered by many as just infatuation and not real love. Our question is simple and you too will provide the answers to part of the question: to see if love is truly blind."
"Do you think Ken loves you still Jay, I mean, as this pathetic, short, skinny guy you now are?" Ditto said as he looked over at Ken who was watching this guy drain more of poor Jay's size from him. Poor Jay was all he could think about at the time he hadn't even considered his own predicament. His mind and his concerns were for Jay and he was still in love with him.
"Do you want to know what Ken's thinking, Jay?" Ditto said as he turned and smiled for the first time as if amused by what he had apparently read from Ken's mind. "First, let's allow you to see yourself so you can make a better judgment of what he see of you." Ditto stepped back.
A translucent panel came out of the floor and it too merged with the room's ceiling. Its clearness faded to a shinny black and he could no longer see through it. Then it shimmered and glowed and, in an instant, it became like a mirror and all Jay could see was his reflection and nothing else. What stared back at him would have turned him off right away. He was thin as a rail judging from the way his now bulky looking clothes looked on him. His jeans now supported solely by his ever-weakening grasp on them. They were but folds of denim fabric from the belt line to the tops of boots. His feet now felt way too free in his shoes. His shirtsleeves covered his hands almost completely, all but his thin knuckles that held fast his belted now too big to stay up. He could see that the waistline of his jeans was folded into itself many times over and still too big for his present size. He was child-sized at best and a skinny, runty one at that. His face still that of a man's still bearing his goatee and the beard stubble of the last two day's freedom from shaving but that was all that said man about him. His clothes made him look like a small child playing dress up.
The mirror went to clear glass and revealed a crying Jay to the room as tears of pure shame poured down his face and long trails of two days now wet built up dust gave them life and recognition of their being there. He wasn't even half the man he was before this trip. What could Ken possibly find likeable in him now?
Ken's heart broke to see his beloved done this great injustice and his mind thought of only Jays dilemma and not his own. Ditto picked up on this fact and for the first time he got angry he wanted disgust to be what Ken saw and not sympathy and true love. It made no sense to him or the others who were as surprised to read this from Ken as he was. Ditto for the first time opened his mouth and an angry sigh came out and he showed his first telltale emotions as he shook his head and walked over to Ken. "UMMM! I'm amazed, truly AMAZED! How could you still love THAT!!!! LOOK AT HIM KEN!!! LOOK REAL HARD AT HIM!!!" Ditto was so mad. This had never happened before, not in any of the other test.
"STRIP HIM OF HIS CLOTHES!" Ditto said as the others went to the now totally defenseless Jay and easily stripped him bare, and there before the room to see was Jay with no clothes to hide what he now looked like. All Jay could see was the mirror's reflection of him while Ken could see him as plain as if the panel didn't exist.
"Do you still love that?" Ditto said gesturing in Jay's direction with an open hand as a circus director would do. There before Ken's eyes was his destroyed lover whose body was smaller than what a fragile, starved kid would be. His well developed abs now a pouch of a stomach, the kind he'd seen on the Save the Children posters. His arms short, thin and gangly. His legs so thin his knees were now the focal point of his view, and between them where a nice sized nine-inch dick once hung was nothing but air. Sucked up to his frame was a dick and balls almost buried in his thick pubes; it was probably an inch long and as thin as a marker if that thick. But all Ken thought about was Jay and how much he loved Jay and wanted so bad to just comfort him in his dire hour of need. Ken's mind went to how work around all these obstacles and how he would deal with each in its own way. Never once did his love for Jay really fade from his mind.
Ditto was pissed. He was so angry he wanted his way. He wanted this test to be different to be something far from this outcome, far from this genuine show of love. Ditto sighed again. He couldn't beat down Ken's love for Jay, not this way. But then it hit him and hit him hard. He was doing this wrong way. He had picked the wrong one for the test. Ken passed his test but would Jay pass his? Ditto walked towards Jay the mirror became transparent for Jay again and he could now see Ken again. Jay sighed having seen what he was now sure of the fact that Ken would never leave him.
"You doubt your partner's love, I can read your mind Jay! Big mistake! It's your turn at the wheel as you say here Jay. Are you ready?"
Jay looked up and then back down. What more could they do to him? What haven't they taken except the very breath from his lungs?
"I'm not going to kill you Jay. I'm going to test you, that's all." Ditto said this in a calmer more collected voice than the angry tones he had spoken to Ken with. "Do you love Ken Jay? I know I've asked this before but now it's your turn to see if you really do love him, or his body."
Jay looked up quickly and fear entered his mind. He knew the implications to his statement. It implicated a change for Ken's body as well and the thoughts scared him. He didn't want Ken to go through what he went through. He loved Ken the way he was and he didn't want them to change him in any way.
"I knew it! I knew I was right about you humans! While his love is boundless and blind, yours is and was governed by his looks!" Ditto said with a smile. He was halfway to proving his point right then and there. But he was wrong, it was a simple over thought by Jay, it was more of actually caring for Ken's well being than a selfish thought of him as he was. But Ditto figured he had won this test of so-called love and when he was done the test would prove that guy's liking guys was purely them liking guys body's and not their souls. No true love could ever be there. Ditto looked at the other two aliens and then back at Jay. Ken, who seemed to still be frozen in place yet able to still look around, gave Jay a loving gaze. He was more worried about what this abomination was going to do to Jay.
"You want us to return you to your old size right Jay? Maybe bigger then you were before? You can have either of these wishes, but in order for you to get back to your old size we will have to take it from Ken. Look at the screen in front of you."
Jay watched as the screen again went through its changes and was a mirror again and he could see himself again. It was a sight that disgusted him. They had taken every muscle from him with barely enough to keep him ambulatory existed now. The screen widened and then a reflection of the way he used to look appeared standing next to his pathetic-looking new body. Beside each on the right side of the screen, Jay saw his stats so to speak. Beside his old body the screen read:
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 160
BODY FAT: 5.6%
Beside his new one farther down the screen then the one for his old size was it read:
AGE: 45
HEIGHT: 4'10"
WEIGHT: 75
BODY FAT: 2.2%
"I'M OLDER! WHY?" Jay said now noticing that he really did look twenty years older then he did before. Ditto said nothing and allowed all of the visuals to sink into Jay's head and for him to absorb all the changes first hand, for him to allow his brain to see what he used to be and what he now was and for his brain to want to be what he was before enough for him to make the decision about Ken.
"PLEASE, JUST CHANGE ME BACK!! PLEASE!!" Jay yelled at Ditto who just smiled.
"Alright, I'll give you back what we've taken." And then another screen rose up next to his and Ken's image as he was now appeared on the screen. Beside him were his stats:
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 245
BODY FAT: 5%
Ken wasn't wearing a shirt anymore. Apparently they had taken it off when the screens came up and blocked his view of him. He looked spectacular standing there in jeans that for some reason the aliens had undone the button on them but left his zipper zipped up. Jay loved every inch of Ken's body from his contoured broad shoulders to his wide lats that protruded under his arms to his thick manly pecs so well muscled and huge they stuck out from tight knotted and to the maxxed-out abs he worked on everyday. His torso was slightly hairy and sexy to him, but it wasn't overtaken by the hair, just accentuated by it. Another screen came up and now two Kens stood in front of him.
Then he watched at first surprised and then disgusted by what he saw. The screen to the right didn't change but the one in front of him did. Ken's age was the first number to begin to change on his displayed stats it went slowly up as Jay looked over and saw his Dropping. 24 became 25 on Ken's screen, then as time went by Ken's went farther up, his went down. The physical changes to Ken were subtle. At first his hair on his torso had increased a bit as his age read 30. Ken's abs became less defined as they were they were still tight but not as tight as they were. His shoulders seemed to have dropped from where they were. As Ken's age hit 32, things began to really change on him. His abs started to soften fast and their definition began to disappear. By 35, a small but noticeable gut began to form and creep over his waistline. This was apparently actually happening to Ken as he watched it because Ken's expression on his face showed the fear of what was happening to him and the disgust over the thought of it happening. Ken's weight didn't increase; it actually dropped, as did his height as well. Ken's height was now less than 6" at 5'10" and his weight had dropped to 210 lbs. but the biggest change was his body fat count. It had skyrocketed to a whopping 29% by the time his age hit 37.
Now at that height and that body fat count, Ken looked like he was out of shape, like an ex-jock would look his gut now protruded at least six inches from the waistline of his jeans that were now too long on the legs for him and too narrow for this new waistline. From his knees down, wrinkles had formed on top of his hiking boots but his thighs had fattened and now touched together with no gap between them existed. His knees looked bowed under the strain of carrying fat instead of muscle. His thick quads were becoming fat as well his face was now double-chinned as his height dropped rapidly to 5'6". Jay's own height had increased and so had his weight and he was now younger than Ken as well.
Kens body's hair increased as well and now hair grew on now drooping shoulders. His stance had slumped as well and now he looked like a middle-aged short fat guy. His thick brown hair had thinned down and he was bald now, the top of his head newly-exposed and had little color to it. His now bald scalp shined under the diffused but bright light of the room.
Ditto stopped the changes. There was Ken now 40 years old and in pretty bad shape for someone his age at that. Ken's stats read as follows:
AGE: 40
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 180
BODY FAT: 39%
"Do you still love him Jay? Could you still have sex with that?" Ditto said as Jay shook his head hoping to clear it and hoping this was just some really weird dream after all. He kept repeating "this is a dream, this is a dream" over and over again in his head. Ditto did something unusual and unexpected, he laughed. "I assure you Jay, this is no dream! This is real, as real as I am." Jay looked at his own stats:
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 5'9
WEIGHT: 140
BODY FAT: 12%
Like his own image onscreen, he wasn't quite as big or even as muscled as he was but he was better then he was at 4'10" and 75 lbs. He looked like he could at least attract the roving eye of someone where as Ken may have them looking away from him now his double chin robbed him of his true looks and the excess hair he now had everywhere including his shoulders and back took away the eye rather then drawing it. His stomach hung over his waistline in the most disgusting way. Cellulite now showed on it clearly and his arms spoke more of the fat slobs type then the well-toned type he enjoyed viewing. If he was to have seen Ken on the street the way he looked now he had to admit he would have never have ever bothered to talk to him. But that wasn't what he saw in his heart, in his heart they were still lovers and through all of this mess there was always Ken's kind heart, easy personality, and still strong will. He would learn to overlook what they had done to him and blurted out as loud as he could! "I LOVE YOU KEN!!!!" The sound of the yell reverberated around the round room.
Ditto fell silent and stared at Ken. He was studying him and reading Jay's mind. His test was just beginning. These two would have to face life as freaks in their surroundings in order to really get an answer. And besides, he tired of them both quickly by then and looked at Jay. "You think you love him now, but we will see. Will you bring him to parties and kiss him in public, fondle that little dick we will now give him?"
Jay's eyes widened as the two aliens struggled but finally got Ken undressed. His fat had engorged the fabric with excess fatty tissue and it was tight and hard to remove but soon he was naked and standing before Jay was Ken, a 40-year-old short fat man who despite his stomach still sported one last good attribute a cock, a good nine inches flaccid that hung down from his crotch. Ditto waved his hand and it shrank upwards while his ball sac sagged. Its shaft retreated into his body till only a small nub remained. It was one or two inches max now and as thin as Jay's still was.
Ditto laughed as the whole room and everything in it faded from Jay's sight. The light of the room blurred for the teary-eyed Ken as well. Then BAMMMM! Everything went blank.
***
The sun lit the tent's walls and cold air filled its interior. Jay shivered and shook his head. Jay needed to take a piss and he needed to go now. Jay looked over at Ken he was completely covered by the blanket. Jay smiled and snuck out of the tent. The sun had just broken through the hills' crest and that meant it was no later the 7, maybe 7:30 am, so he could let Ken sleep while he got some more wood and got the fire going and made breakfast for him and his muscle-bound lover Ken. Jay felt a bit dizzy and sort weak this morning though, but other than that, he felt just fine. He gathered as much wood as he could find, struggling with his jeans as he went they were just a bit too loose but that was to be expected--he'd worn them for three days now. Jay made it to the bushes and unzipped his jeans. They almost fell down to his knees but he managed to grab them in time before they exposed his ass to the chill of the morning air. He shook his head and thought that had never happened before. These were some tight-fitting jeans the day before at least he thought they were.
Jay went to grab out his ample manhood and found he had to reach in deep in his briefs to find his shaft. It surprised him when did find it--it seemed so small! Had the cold air shrunk it down to this size? It was smaller than when he swam in the cold lake two days ago. He didn't remember it being this way yesterday morning and it was cold then too, or was it? Jay couldn't really remember too much about yesterday. Maybe he was just too tired and it would come to him as he woke up more. Jay held the tiny thing in his forefinger and thumb and sort of giggled. What if it stayed this tiny? Jay smiled thinking it wouldn't stay this size once he saw Ken. Jay finished his piss and stuffed the tiny-sized cold cock back in still dribbling a bit and leaving a wet spot that steamed in the cold air.
"SHIT! Damn glad there's no one around." Jay said as he tried to rub the spot dry. He shook his head, mad at himself for putting it back before he was done and thought goddamn, I haven't done that since I was a fuckin' teenager. Jay let the stupid accident go and gathered some firewood and when his hands were full he headed back to the camp. The whole way there he could feel his jeans riding down his thighs he could feel the crotch brushing against his upper thighs a lot lower then it should be. He trudged on hoping he would make camp before they fell down around his legs and tripped him. Damn I really stretched these out I need some clean clothes. Thank god we go home today, he thought.
Jay thought about the fact that Ken never really got to see any UFOs but hey they don't really exist anyways he thought as he threw the wood down by the smoldering embers of last night's fire and hiked his jeans back up to where they should be. How could they have gotten that stretched out? Jay looked down at them and knew it wasn't just them being stretched out, he had lost weight on this trip and was glad they were going home that day. It was going to take him a week to gain this weight back, he thought. He sighed and threw some sticks on the fire and got it started and warmed his hands by the fire. Jay heard Ken stirring in the tent and smiled. His big handsome lover was about to get up. Jay figured he better get some coffee going. Ken loved coffee in the morning; maybe he could just surprise him with some already made. Jay went to the supply tent and there on the floor of the tent was a knapsack that he knew wasn't theirs. "What the fuck! Where did this come from?" Jay opened the bag up and it had clothes in it but they didn't belong to either Ken or him.
Jay pulled out the first thing on top and laughed. They were a huge pair of pants; the tag in the waistband read 46-30. "How the fuck did we get some short fat guys pants?" Jay laughed a bit. Somewhere out here in these woods some poor fat guy's getting up without anything to wear. Jay grabbed the coffee pot and the bag of clothes and went back to the fire. He figured Ken accidentally grabbed it up somewhere yesterday and Ken would have a good laugh over it at least. Jay started the coffee and opened the bag and started to go through it. There were two very different sized clothes in the bag. One size would fit a short fat guy he knew that much but the other size was for skinny guy. They were a size 26-30 student-size pair of Levi's. A father and son team. "Oh shit some poor campers are gonna be a little upset this morning." Jay thought as he carefully repacked the bag and didn't bother going in any farther.
"AAHHHH GOD!!! WHAT THE FUCK! OHHH GOOD NOOOO!! NOOOO!!!" Ken screamed in a voice and tone of pure panic. Jay about pissed himself when he did it. He wasn't ready for that at all. He jumped up and had to hike his jeans back up and hold them up as he ran towards the tent. Something was wrong with Ken. Before he could get there though, the flap flew open and a person he didn't recognize at all bounced out of the tent totally nude. It was a short fat bald guy in his late 40s.
"Oh MY GOD! I'm in the wrong camp site." Jay thought as he looked over at the bag. 'Wait, no, I'm not. That's my tent. Those are our bags over there. What the fuck's going on here? How this troglodyte end up in our tent?' Jay thought as he watched this guy grabbing at his stomach and feeling his face. Tears were rolling down the fat man's cheeks and he looked panicked and scared. "What's the matter? You, ok, mister?" Jay said as he walked over towards him.
The guy looked at Jay with watery eyes and fell down on his fat knees. Tears poured down his face and his fat soft shoulders quaked as sobs of pure pain racked him. He reminded him of someone he knew but couldn't figure who it was. Jay went over to him, deciding he was at least harmless and no real threat to him.
"JAY, YOU GOTTA HELP ME...OHH...G-GOD! WHATS HAPPENED TO ME!!!"
Jay recognized the voice--it was KEN!! But how could it be? Ken was a young guy and this guy was old enough to be his dad and bald as well. He had none of the fine features Ken had. He was fat for one, shorter than him, and FUCKING BALD! It just couldn't be Ken. No way! Jay backed away from him and left him crying, his mind denying this fat bald old man could ever be his lover his friend.
Ken was in a state of panic. His body was all wrong. He felt bloated, weak and tired. His world was all out of sync. It wasn't real. It couldn't be! He was a body builder and this wasn't the body he had built for himself. He wasn't a fat guy. He wasn't this out of shape. None of this could be real--none of it--but as he stared down at his body and saw only his gut, his feet were down there somewhere, but where? His eyes could see only a pale, white untanned stomach that didn't belong on him at all yet it ruled his world. His every move was governed by its restrictions, its all-encompassing untamed girth. If he moved right, it took its time to catch up with his moves. It lumbered on his midsection as a Siamese twin that never worked out. It took its time to get there and once there it went beyond his stopping point and pulled him in its direction as if it were untied down ballasts and his body its vessel governed by it decisions. It was governed by the laws of nature and none of it was governed by his mind anymore.
Just to stand meant compensating for this new growth. He would surely fall forward if he did not compensate for its mass. Ken tried to steady himself, finding it hard as hell to do. He needed Jays help but he seemed to be either afraid of him or repulsed by him. Either way, he seemed to be on his own. He looked at Jay and Jay had changed as well. Jay looked younger and much thinner then he had the day before. His jeans hung like the kind that were meant to be baggy but he knew Jay didn't wear those type while they hiked so these were simply too big for him. Jay had lost weight and big time. If he were the way he used to be, this would not be his type of guy. He was far too skinny and much too young for him. Ken stood there for a second, trying to reason all of this out and then just screamed. "AAAAAHAHHHHAHHHAHHHH!!!!" It echoed back to both of them as they just stood there and looked at each other, each so different, each so changed.
Jay for the first time that day looked down and didn't dismiss his changed body or make up excuses for it. He knew he was different and he knew this guy that looked a little like Ken was really Ken. Jay walked over to Ken; the sun shown brightly on Jay's young skinny face. It was the only reality Ken knew as real the warmth of the sun cleared their confused minds and reality sunk in. They had both changed somehow, some way, but the facts were just that--the facts. Ken was a middle-aged guy out of shape, fat and short and unfortunately bald. He could feel the wind on his scalp; he didn't need to confirm why anymore, he knew why. And Jay was a teenager again, maybe eighteen, if that but a teen nonetheless, and a skinny one at that. Jay embraced his now portly older lover in a way true lovers only do. They kissed a kiss that screamed love and a message was sent forth from that kiss a message of true love despite any faults these two were in love.
Ditto shrieked as he watched the two dress up in the clothes he gave them and still they found love for each other. It was his loss and their gain. Ditto finally admitted that this could actually be love and that guys were truly capable of it in all its splendid glory. He smiled and decided they had done their jobs and proven their point. They didn't need to suffer under the guise of others who would surely hate and hurt them as they were. "We will return them to their old states. We cannot allow the world they live in to harm them anymore than it will already do."
Ditto looked at the two who had figured the clothes were for them and had changed into them and he smiled. There was Ken dressed as the Fat Man and Jay as the Little Boy of a man he now was. "Look at that," he said and smiled. "We've repeated the tests that were done here decades ago. Behold I give you--The Fat Man and Little Boy test all over again! Only this time it was love not hate as the final result."
***
Jay woke up the next day and felt like a million bucks. He felt charged and strong. His heart raced a mile a minute. He leaned over and with all his might he pulled his muscle-bound lover over to his back and before he could react, Jay lip-locked him, tongued his throat and massaged his fine, firm pecs. Ken responded with the morning's first light with a fond feeling of Jay's ample manhood already firm from the weirdest dream he'd ever had. Ken too had the dream and the two made the most passionate love they ever had. The trip home was one of hugs, kisses, and true romantic moves. For some reason, no UFOs or not, this was the best camping trip neither could really remember yet!