The Game (musc theft scifi)
by Solomon
Based off of a roleplay between myself and Pyromapes
In the future, there is a show known simply as "The Game". When the technology that enabled The Game to be played came about, nobody could have foreseen the consequences. But there were consequences. Of that there is no doubt. Among the crowds of muscle admirers, gym goers, porn stars, athletes, bodybuilders, all desired to play the game. To somehow beat the odds. To become huger than their wildest dreams. Many entered, few won, and fewer than that kept winning for very long. There were whispers of who really controlled the outcome of The Game. A few people had streaks that were just a little too good. But that didn't stop the risk takers, the thrill seekers. Anyone who thought the prize worth the risk was allowed to play The Game. It is a sad truth that those who gamble end up with nothing in the end. Nobody can win forever. Or can they?
The game room is oddly quiet as I walk in. I knew there were hidden cameras all around, from every conceivable angle, to capture the footage of transferal and the inevitable sex that came afterwards between contestants. Part gay porn, part game show, The Game was the most popular show amongst gay men. Even those who professed not to have a muscle fetish couldn't help but be enraptured by the shifting balance of dominance and power within The Game. My heart was fluttering with nervousness and I thought about (and not for the first time) what the hell I had gotten myself into. Anyone who wished to play The Game could, though the massively wealthy patrons who owned the show and network didn't always film sessions live. Some never made it to the TV. I had heard certain horror stories but I chalked it up to Internet rumours. I plunge my hands into my pockets trying to be nonchalant while I wait.
The walls and high ceiling are painted purple, while the heated floor is a smooth, grey plastic like substance. I assume to make the masses of spunk easier to clean up afterwards. There is a mattress and many plush pillows of various colours against one wall of the room, while the opposite wall has two recesses, with a monitor and button in each of them. That's were we'll play the game. I rub my pec in absent minded worry. I'm by no means small, 185 and 6 feet tall, ripped with decent muscles. However, I have always craved real size. Deep down I always wanted to be a massive, supremely hung alpha male. I worked up the courage to put my name in the lists for The Game but now that I'm here, I keep seeing episode after episode of losers in my head, walking away with shrunken diminished frames, significantly smaller than they had been before they played. I wiggle my toes against the floor. It's too late to back out now, I think to myself as I take a steadying breath. I hear a door open and I look up to see the other player walk in and my heart nearly stops in shock and lust.
An extremely tall, muscled and naked hulk of a man enters the room. His every footfall seems to make the ground tremble as he swaggers his steps. His semi-hard cock, massive atop two balls the size of melons fight for room between his hugely muscled quads. By the way he's walking I can tell that he has to adjust his stance to fit his package into the equation or his own legs would quash it. He's so tall and thick all over. I nearly cream myself just by looking at him. His pecs are two perfect mounds of muscle with a slight dusting of ginger hair. And his arms! Flexed they could probably eclipse a basket ball. If I could just get a good winning streak going, I could get huge! He looks down at me from an advantage of about six more inches of height. He says nothing, just regards me coolly with his green eyes. My tongue feels thick in my mouth and I have to swallow to find my voice.
"My name's Alan. Ah...so, ah...I take it you've played The Game before, then?" I say, unable to keep the awe out of my voice. He raises his eyebrow before answering.
"Yeah...that's right little man. I've got a pretty good streak going on." He replies, pushing up his chest and bouncing his pecs. "You think you can get a single win in?" God he sounds cocky...I can't admit it but his masculine appeal is really hot.
"Y-y-yeah...definitely." I say, trying not to feel completely inadequate next to him as I try and puff up my own chest. He just laughs and rests a massive hand against my shoulder.
"I take it you've watched the show before?" He asks.
"Yeah...I've watched it a couple times." More like a couple hundred times, hand pumping my dick for a good 95% of the episodes.
"You might not recognise me now, but I'm Brody." He says, while flexing an arm in my face. God his voice is so deep. I can almost feel his chest rumble as he talks. Then the recognition hits and it all clicks into place. I feel my mouth hang open.
"Holy crap! You're...you're Brody? The guy who won against the all-time champion Big Wayne?" I say, incredulous and now fighting off the renewed feeling of panic.
"Yeah, that's me, kid." He replies with obvious satisfaction. "I gotta say, it was so hot watching him lose round after round. All that muscle and size he packed on gambled away. And just think, if he could've just stayed away he would still be massive today rather than the ruined little punk he is now." He laughs heartily and I see his cock getting even stiffer as he recounts the events of his ascendency.
"I'm not going to go the way of old Big Wayne though. I'm calling it quits after this round. I just need a little more mass and cock to become perfect." His dick, now at full hardness is obviously longer than a foot and a bit thicker than a soup can. "I hope you don't mind donating your size to the cause." Shit. I've gotta win. I can't get smaller! Fuck, what if I do lose? Then I'll probably think I had it good when I was this size. Gotta relax, I think to myself. He's trying to unnerve me. I know that he's not allowed to fuck me before the first round but looking at him, it looks like he wants to. A part of me wants it too, I know. Deep down. But I've got to ignore it if I want to improve my chances of winning.
Okay, for those of you who have never watched an episode of The Game, here is how it is played. When the time comes a buzzer sounds and the contestants go to their respective screens and buttons, whichever one was closer to the door they entered in. You push the button and the screen then displays a two digit number, whoever has the highest number gains muscle, package size, height and general masculine features like body hair if the loser has them while the one with the lower number loses all the aforementioned traits. The greater the difference between the numbers, the greater the amount of masculinity is transferred. Based on that you might think it's all a game of chance, wouldn't you? But it's not. They have advanced algorithms and supercomputers that analyse what the producers call the "game state". It's a measure of the dominance of one contestant over another. And that also influences the numbers. So if you're big already, you tend to win more than you lose, but it's not a hard and fast rule. Plenty of big guys have entered The Game thinking they were big dominant alpha studs when deep down they got turned on by shrinking and being small, getting dominated by someone huge. The computers pick up on that and they lose big time. Viewers love episodes like that.
The buzzer rings, signalling the start of the first round. The two screens come alive, digits flickering too fast to see their individual values. The red button under each screen lights up, begging to be pressed.
"Heh, I guess it's showtime, little man." Says Brody, his still stiff cock getting wet at the tip with precum. "I can't wait to shove this up your ass!" I shiver a bit in a mix of anxiety and desire. A cock like that might break me!
I walk over to my screen, butterflies in my stomach. I've got to stay strong. I can't lose! I need to get huge! I close my eyes and imagine big cocky Brody shrinking down while my body swells with all his delicious muscle. With the possibility just a button push a away, I can't help but let a moan escape my lips. With a bit more confidence I push my button. The flashing numbers immediately slow, flickering by less and less swiftly.
45...69...91...33...55...76...43
The numbers cease to flash. Forty-three isn't that high a number. Shit! I grin nervously, gulping in a vain attempt to swallow my fear. The idea of getting Brody's size is getting less and less likely. He hasn't pushed his own button yet. With his superior height he just watches over my head and snorts with derision as the number settles on 43.
"I guess you really didn't want to get huge after all, kid." Brody swaggers as he speaks, taunting me with his size. He stands in front of his own screen, his wide lats and waist block out my view of the screen completely. I hear the beep as he pushes his own button. Suddenly I hear the tone as the announcement system comes online.
<Valued contestants! Transferal rates will be increased heavily during this session due to popular demand. This ratings-based change is covered in the waiver and contract you signed before participating. That is all.>
"Wh-what!?" I say, my heart hammering. I look over at Brody, who is grinning down at me, looking even more cocky and smug.
"I guess I might get even bigger than I had meant to. Oh well." He says, leaning back from the console and flexing a bit, giving me clear view of his screen. The numbers are finally beginning to settle.
49...35...45...82...11...52...17
"Shit." Says Brody, sounding anxious for the first time in his deep bass rumble. He frowns at the screen. "Well I've recovered from worse starts...ahhh...ohhhh..." He begins to moan as the transfer begins. His massively thick frame begins to shrink down and compress. His steel-hard cock visibly retreating, losing length and girth. I can feel it too, I'm starting to grow! Yes, yes, YES!
"Ahhhhh...!" I groan and feel my jeans shift in their fit as I begin to expand. I want to look away from Brody and stare at myself, but I crave the satisfaction of seeing that cocky mass monster lose size. My pecs are filling out, pushing my chest out farther as they grow, mounding up and the cleft between them deepening. I can feel myself getting slightly taller, I'm flexing my arms as inches of muscle mass are packed onto my growing frame! God I've never felt anything so good, so hot! I can't keep my hands off myself as I feel my muscles get thicker and stronger. I can't help it, staring at Brody's slowly retreating cock makes me want to whip out my own. I unbutton my jeans and pull them down a bit. My package is already making a more significant bulge in my briefs. Looking down I can see my six pack getting more muscular and more defined.
"Fuck yeah!" I say, fishing out my member, now rock hard. I watch it push out, getting longer and even more dramatically than that, thicker. I wrap my hand around it, to feel it grow. My cock's increasing girth is forcing my grip apart. I start jacking off to Brody's shrinking body. Watching his pecs deflate, his quads, his lats, traps and arms and calves! His muscles losing volume and size and most satisfactorily his diminishing package. His face looks to be in complete ecstasy, like he's enjoying his loss as much as I am enjoying my gain. I can feel my jeans getting painfully tight with my growing legs and grunt. I won't be able to hold in my own load much longer. My once average physique, while not much to look at compared to what Brody is even now, is much more muscled than before. I have a goofy grin on my face as I grope my muscles, watching the veins snake through the my skin. Then all too soon, the transfer slows and stops.
<This concludes the first round. There will now be an intermission for intercourse. Please put on a good show!> The announcer says happily.
"Nice roll, little man." Mutters Brody, his deep bass rumble now rendered higher in pitch due to his lost masculinity. My first thought is how much higher I'm looking at his pecs with my extra inch of height. I don't have to strain so much to look up into his eyes. "You're looking good."
"Eh, well. I'm really only 2 inches closer, when you stop to think about it." I say, I can't keep the smugness out of my voice.
"Looks like you've been in the gym for a few years. Well, I guess not the height and cock size though." Brody replies, stretching to scratch the back of his head, making his still massive bicep flex.
"Really?" I reply with a grin. "Well, that's awesome to know, Brody." I flex, feeling my pecs as I squeeze them together and tighten my 6 pack abs. I watch Brody eyeing my body hungrily. He reaches out and starts rubbing my newly enlarged pecs, his thick strong fingers massaging the muscle, worshipping.
"You should know it feels good both ways, stud..." Says Brody, breathlessly. "Just so you're aware of that when you start losing."
"Heh, I already feel like a winner today. I think I'm just going to get even bigger." I say, flexing my enlarged arms, now clearly over 14 inches in diameter. Brody grabs my arms, squeezing the muscle and to my surprise he bends down a bit and begins licking and sucking my biceps. He's pushing against me, I can feel his pecs that still dwarf my own against my body. So fucking thick...and I want it!
"Nggggg...!" I moan, leaning my head back showing off my thicker and more muscled neck. Brody's kisses on my bicep and shoulder feel so hot. I jam myself against him, hungry to feel the muscle that will soon be mine! I've never felt so dominant and in control! The numbers just have to be in my favour the next round.
"Let me help you out, stud..." Moans Brody, his big hands grabbing my unbuttoned jeans and pulling them down my legs. I can barely believe how lean and muscular my quads look. I lift up my legs to step out of the denim as Brody yanks my briefs down as well, tight around my thighs. I can see now my balls are almost twice as big as they used to be. Unsupported by my underwear, I feel their full weight. Fuck. It felt good to be so big and heavy down there.
"Fuck I hope I can grow out of these..." I moan, regarding my briefs. "Would be so awesome to be so fucking huge!"
One of my hands grabs my erect dick, almost out of instinct. Feeling all the extra size, I can't believe that it's really this hot. I'm not sure I've ever been this horny in my life. The other hand rests on Brody's massive trap as he gets down on his knees to become more level with my cock. He's staring at the enlarged head. I know he wants to suck it. His hunger is plain to read on his face as a newspaper headline. But I don't want to take my hand off of my dick just yet. I want to savour the added size.
"The first few extra inches are always the most magical." He says, under his breath. I don't know if he's talking to me or to himself, but based on how it feels I can attest to the statement's veracity. Just feeling my dick in my hand, new inches and size where before there was none. It's insane how good it feels.
Brody watches me squeeze and pump my own dick before my rock hard abs for a few moments more before leaning forward and licking the head with his tongue. I moan, the pleasure radiating from my crotch and sending tingles into my fingers and toes. I finally let go of my dick, inviting him to take it in his mouth more fully. He takes in more than half of my dick into his mouth, the wetness and his expert tongue sending wash after wash of heady pleasure throughout my body. His huge hands squeeze my ass cheeks, now bigger with Brody's former muscle. I can feel my weightier balls churning with my coming load.
"Oh fuck...Brody you give fucking excellent head..." I moan, my head lolling back and forth. He moans in assent through my cock. He works it so well, finesse I would have never expected out of a guy with such a big tongue. I can feel his hand's grip on my ass get tighter as he forces more of my cock into his mouth. I can feel the head touch the back of his throat and I shudder. I can't hold out much longer, he's going to be getting a mouthful of my steaming-hot spunk in a minute! He's sucking me harder and harder, squeezing my legs against him. His muscled biceps and meaty pecs pushing against my quads. I can feel the muscles flexing as he pulls me closer to him and closer to completion.
"Oh shit! Fuck! I'm gonna... fucking hell! God!!!" I shout, I can't hold it in any longer. I squeeze his traps hard as I let loose, like a flood emerging from a broken dam my load rushes forth. Pumping right out of my dick and belting down Brody's throat. I moan throatily as I pump him full of my juices. Brody sucks and slurps my dick noisily as he drinks up my every shot, not a single drop comes out of his mouth.
"Uhhhh!" I feel my knees buckle but Brody supports my weight fully as I lean against his massive body. He stands up, bringing me much closer to the ceiling. His embrace is like iron, but with the warmth of a human body. My hips buck again and again, my whole body writhing with pleasure as I fill his stomach with my cum. Finally I begin to wear out, the sensation of my unbelievable orgasm dissipating. I buck a few more times before being totally spent.
"Not bad, little man. Feels a lot better with a bigger dick, doesn't it?" Brody intones as he lets me drop, onto the soft memory foam bed, thankfully. I gaze up at him, the post orgasmic bliss still suffusing my every particle of being.
"Oh fuck! Size really DOES matter!" I say. I look down with a certain smug satisfaction at my 8 inch cock.
"Yeah, go head and quote the commercial." Says Brody, giving my balls a gentle pat. "I'm sure that the producers will love that." He grabs his own cock, still amazingly huge and thick and strokes it eagerly.
"But even with that extra size I bet you couldn't take my dick up your chute." He says.
"Fuck...you're probably right." I say, a little miffed that I'm not closer to his impressive mass. I've got to win the next round, I need to fucking grow!
"I bet you wanna suck it, don't you?" He says, bringing his member closer for my inspection.
"Well... yeah... but mostly I just want it. How... how big IS it?" I ask.
"Well it was 14 inches hard before, but with that size you won I'd say it's between 12 and 13 inches now. Course not that you'd know but it's about 9 flaccid." He says, still stroking his hardon gently.
"13 inches? Shit." I say, that would break my ass in for sure if Brody decided to shove it up my chute.
"I love how thick it is, like a soup can! And likely to get thicker." Brody grins at the thought. "Even big guys ass's are nice and tight on it." At that time, the buzzer beeps over the announcement system, signalling the start of the next round.
"Heh. Your luck isn't going to hold out, kid." Says Brody, sauntering over to his console. I can actually see the edges of his screen now, where before his bulk utterly eclipsed it.
I walk to my own console. I feel a lot more confident this round than I did that last. Brody couldn't help but suck my dick. He's got to be the submissive one while I'm the dominant one. The supercomputer has got to recognise that! The numbers flicker and flash and I press my button firmly. At once the numbers slow as the computer runs its algorithms, calculating its answer.
44...66...25...71...32...24...89
"Wha-...yes! Fuck yes!" I say, exuberant. Brody has got very little chance to beat a score like that. Fuck, the thought of growing bigger and watching that cocky sucker shrink down is getting me horny again even though I just came buckets not five minutes earlier. I turn to watch Brody's screen intently, seeing if he could possibly beat my score. He's pushed his button at the same time but his is taking a longer time to decide. Finally they numbers begin to really settle down.
75...63...42...38...51...29...56
"Shit." Swears Brody, now looking kind of nervous. I'm guessing he didn't expect to lose twice in a row. Most guys can't recover from a losing streak like that. Once the other guy starts dominating the computers are typically merciless. "Just a lucky break, little man." He says, with false bravado.
"Not so little for very much longer, Brody." I say, eager for my growth to begin.
I feel it. My pecs rounding out quickly, muscle mass flowing onto my expanding frame. I moan and flex on instinct, feeling the muscles swell for maximum pleasure. My 6 pack is now becoming truly cobbled, like a stack of mortared bricks with the faintest outline of the last two beginning to become visible. My arms becoming thicker and the veins more vascular, pumping blood into the growing muscle. I flex them, fuck I'm getting massive! As my lower body builds, my ass getting rounder, my quads inflating and my calves growing, all in perfect proportion, I can feel my briefs which are tight around my quads, snap and fall to pieces on the floor.
"Ungg... yeah... fuck... I'm a beast!" I moan in triumph. I stare down and watch my member expand and lengthen. Growing to hover between 8 and 9 inches, 9 and 10, till it hits the 10 inch mark and then about half an inch more. My balls are swelling rapidly between my quads and I realise that the room down there is getting scarce. I'm starting to have Brody's problem. I widen my stance to give my balls enough room to rest comfortably. I feel myself growing taller, the button getting farther away and the ceiling getting closer. Another inch...two inches! I'm getting tall! As I moan I can both feel and hear my voice deepen as my chest expands. My pecs and abs tickle a bit as the blonde hair there thickens. I can't help but watch my arms, see them flex past 16 inches, 17, 18, 19! My back getting thicker, transforming into a beautiful tapestry of muscle. My silhouette gets broader as my lats expand.
"Fuck yeah! I'm getting my wings!" I say with elation in my voice, I feel high! I love the sensation of the growth. I moan and flex, feeling like I'm cumming but the point of release is all over my body and it just never quits! I feel like a real man! All the while I've been admiring my own body. But I haven't turned my attention entirely away from Brody. I love watching him shrink.
"Hnngggg..." He groans in deep, guttural pleasure. I watch his round perfect pecs deflate like a leaky air mattress, getting flatter and flatter. I see his absurdly massive tool retract, losing significant girth and length as it shrinks down, becoming the twin of my own dick while his balls pull up and shrink to become par with mine as well. His heavy legs losing mass, the hair on his body thinning out some. His massive biceps and forearms diminishing, his muscles and frame compacting. I grin with wicked pleasure as his once rock solid 8 pack loses definition, fading away to just a 6 pack not even as cut and firm as my own. In fact all his muscles were losing definition, getting puffy looking and softer. I fondle my newly expanded cock, taking pleasure in knowing all my extra size once belonged to Brody. I can't really help it, I feel like I SHOULD be dominant. I want to be the biggest guy in the room, no one was allowed to be bigger than me! With my growth and his shrinking, you can tell how much larger I've really gotten. I used to be so much taller than him that I stared at his pecs rather than his face and I could completely hide behind him and not be seen. Now we're both around 6 foot 3 inches, but I'm much more firm and defined that Brody now is. I step forward, knowing now that I'm large and in charge now.
"Lucky break... high roll." Brody pants, breathless.
"Heh, luck had nothing to do with it, Brody. All that moaning you do while you shrink, you must love it." I flex as Brody gawks, speechless. "Though I can't help but feel that I got the better end of the deal!" I bounce my pecs. Man that feels good! How heavy and full they feel.
"What do you mean?" Asks Brody, wary. I look him over, cruising his body and feeling more accurate in my assessment now more than ever.
"You might be a bit bigger but those muscles of yours are soft now." I flex my rock solid mass to punctuate my point. "I bet I'm the stronger one, now."
"Prove it." Says Brody, flexing his smoother, softer pecs. I can't help but notice he his eyes keep wandering back to my rock solid member, waiting to be pleasured.
"Sure thing, Brody." I say, raising my palms. "Hold both my hands with yours. Whoever can push the other guy to the ground first wins."
"Sure thing, kid." Replies Brody, his taunt falling flat somewhat now that I'm eye-level with him. We lock hands and push, trying to force the other into submission. I can feel him grunt and push against me with all his might. I step forward, making Brody step back a bit, a surprised look on his face. Our biceps bulge as we struggle against each other, our grips tightening, each man trying to make the other submit. I can tell Brody is tiring fast. With a smirk and in one swift motion I tighten my grip and raise my elbows, pushing downwards. Brody can't support my weight and we fall onto the memory foam mattress with a heavy *thud*. I land on his chest, straddling it as he lays on his back. I can feel his rock hard cock against my ass and lower back. I push his hands onto the mattress and lean over him, dominating his vision.
"Shit!" He pants, struggling vainly for a few moments before giving up.
"How does it feel?" I'm almost panting myself. "How does it feel to be beaten by a better version of yourself?" I ask again. "You used to be so huge and now look." I push my package against his pecs making him moan.
"I just seem to be getting all the right numbers, Brody." I say, getting hornier and hornier.
"All the right numbers..." He moans in response, I can feel his dick quiver with pleasure as I dominate him.
"That's right, loser. I keep winning and growing! You gambled all this size away," I say, flexing a bicep to make my point. "I'm a huge man now and I'm not even as big as you used to be. You've been pinned by a guy who couldn't see past your pecs less than 20 minutes ago! And I'm only going to get bigger!" I shove myself up, my balls sliding up his pecs, my over 10 inch dick in his face.
"You wanna suck the better man's cock, Brody?" I ask, feeling so fucking huge and in control.
"Shit...Alan..." Brody mutters quietly, now much more subdued than his formerly boisterous demeanour. "You're fucking huge now..."
"And you aren't..." I reply, shoving the head of my dick into his slack-jawed mouth. I pump my hips as he sucks the head of my cock. I'm face fucking a guy who used to have the perfect male body. I'm stronger than he is, that thought above all else brings me closer to blowing my heavy load.
"The first time you sucked me off," I say, panting while I fuck. "It seemed like it was a pity suck. Unggg... I just wanted you to get to suck it now that I'm better than you." I shove more in, forcing Brody's jaw even wider as I fuck him harder. I feel him shudder in pleasure and his cock begins spewing cum, thick wads of it spraying against my back and his abs. So much, he just keeps cumming, moaning his pleasure through a mouthful of cock. All the while he's sucking and slurping my dick eagerly. As his load dies down, I can't help but grin down at the former alpha stud.
"Yeah...you know your place now, don't you? And you fucking want it bad!" I moan and that thought starts driving me over the edge while Brody moans in assent. I fuck him for a good 3 more minutes until I let loose, blasting thick rockets of cum directly down his throat as he struggles to swallow it all. I pin him with my cock deep in his mouth, making sure he can't spill a single precious drop. He struggles to get free as I ram my cock down his throat, helpless, he can't do anything but swallow. I can feel his six pack bloating outwards against my firm, muscular ass.
"NNNMMMPHHH!!!" Brody looks at my pleadingly as I force him to drink up my white-hot creamy spunk.
"Ahhh... that's right, bitch. Keep drinking, there's plenty more coming!" I say as I lean my head back. I press my hands onto his head, keeping him on my dick as I feel his gut pump up bigger and bigger. I take a look over my muscled shoulder and see his six pack is now round and stretched and smooth, like a filling water balloon. And I just keep cumming, every drop forced down Brody's throat. Thick loads, over and over, seemingly without end. Brody has ceased his fruitless struggles, instead focusing all his attention on swallowing and keeping up with the torrent of spunk that I'm forcing him to drink. He's breathing loudly and heavily through his nose, his face red with effort. After about 2 minutes it slows and I pump into his mouth a few more times for good measure then I pull out his mouth and stand over him. His gut is now swollen and huge, full of my cum.
"Fuck, can you even see your dick past that, punk? You look like some softie bodybuilder who tried roids." I say, slapping his taught stomach. Brody still looks quite buff in every other respect, but I'm really starting to enjoy the insults and taunts.
"Shit... look what... fuck..." Brody pants, finally finding his voice again. His hands wander to his gut, rubbing it as it gurgles, attempting to digest the thick cum that has stuffed it to the brink of bursting. Just then, the buzzer sounds, calling us for the final round.
"Time to bet, Brody." I say, eager to get the last bit of size he still has. "Get up." He tries to sit up but his swollen gut hampers his movements. I roll my eyes and grab his forearm, lifting him to his feet with ease.
"Pinned by my fucking CUM! Pathetic!" I say, disgusted. I walk over to my console, hardly able to contain my excitement to grow some more. I savour my muscular big guy swagger. Then I give the button a push, impatient to begin. Brody is just standing, not even moving to his console. I step aside so he can see his doom. The numbers resolve themselves quite quickly.
94...59...86...63...70...54...67
"Heh, see if you can get any higher, kid." I say, looking over at Brody, using his old moniker for me. He finally looks really worried. I get a lot of pleasure watching him waddle rather than swagger over to his button as his full and heavy gut sways from side to side. He pushes his own lit button and his too resolves itself much more swiftly than before.
12...40...35...26...39...22...01
"SHIT!" says Brody, shocked.
<Critically LOW!> Says the automated announcement system.
I can't help but stare as Brody shrinks even faster than before. "Fuuuuuck..." He moans as his physique rapidly evaporates off of his swiftly collapsing frame. His pecs are shrinking much more quickly this time, biceps losing volume and whatever definition they still retained. His once cannonball delts almost completely disappearing as his shoulders tighten inwards. His waist is thinning down too and his muscled gut loses its firmness as the muscle keeping it taught and firm melts away, leaving a smooth cum-bloated mass. His legs getting smaller and smaller, both in muscularity and length as he gets shorter. His face though belies any sort of panic or loss, instead he looks to be enjoying the process now more than ever! His once ridiculous cock is deflating, retracting closer to his body and thinning considerably. I smirk as I watch it shrink and retreat under his swollen gut. Down to 9 inches, 8, 7, 6.8 inches, 6.5 inches. My grin only gets wider as it slows and settles on a little under 6 inches in length. His once heavy bull balls have also shrunk quite a bit, the whole sack only about the size of a big plum. A far cry from the monster he once possessed between his legs. Now his belly was the biggest part of him. His arms are definitely under 14 inches around now, all hint of definition has fled his once intimidating muscular body.
All during the time that Brody was shrinking like mad, my own body displayed the opposite transformation. This time the feeling of growth is much more intense, I wouldn't have believed it could have gotten better than it was, but it did!
"Oh fuck, yes! Who's the big man now, Brody?" I moan, flexing and feeling myself up as I grow, feeling each and every muscle thickening with my own hands. Feeling my traps expanding on either side of my neck, engulfing it. I can't contain the rumbling moans emanating from my chest. I squeeze my rapidly mounding pecs, just to make them feel that much bigger as they expand and thicken. I can feel my body getting heavier and heavier with added muscle. I must constantly adjust my stance now as my quads balloon to massive proportions. Not to mention my package is growing to an absurd size now, getting even bigger than Brody's dick at its biggest. So long and hard and thick, I wrap a huge hand around it my body shuddering in pleasure at the touch and a low moan escaping my lips. I must be 7 feet tall now. I'm a fucking massive muscle god, wider than Brody every was and half again as thick. A moan escapes my lips as a deep throated roar as I hit 7 feet and 2 inches tall. My hugely thick dick bobbing in front of my now 8 pack abs. The change slows, then finally stops. I flex my cock, making it thwack against my abs, leaving a smear or thick precum. I look down, mesmerised by my own dick for a few minutes before I look over at the now much smaller Brody.
"Are you just going to leave cum on MY body!?" He shakes his head, gazing up at my monolithic body with unabashed awe. He waddles over and licks my cobblestone abs sending shivers down my spine.
"Oh fuck yeah. I'm the big man now." I say, flexing my cock making it thwack heavily against Brody's cheek. His full gut against my quads. My legs are even bigger than that is now. I'm bigger than him in every way. A guy who used to tower over me. Brody's hands wander to my cock, pumping the thick shaft.
"You like my cock, kid?" I intone, a delicious idea forming in my mind.
"Yeah..." He replies, his once deep bass rumble much higher in pitch now.
"You remember having this cock?" I say, a grin on my face.
"Yes... I do..." Brody can't help but stroke its length. It must be so huge to him now, I'm loving this!
"Ever fucked someone with it?" I ask.
"Yeah...lots of people. Felt so fucking tight on my dick." He replies.
"And how did they like it, Brody?" I put my hand on his and rub it up and down my dick in tandem with him.
"If they were small they would scream more than they would moan... and if they were big they would moan more than they would scream." He replied, oblivious as to where I was going with this. I grab his little wrist.
"And where do you think you fit on that scale?" I say, realisation dawning in Brody's eyes.
"Shit! It's too big Alan... I'm so full already!" He struggles as he protests, but it's a pointless gesture. I grab him and toss him against the mattress on his back. His ass ripe for the taking. My dick is hard, pumped full of my hot blood waiting to plunge into his hole. I put my huge mushroom head between his diminished cheeks, letting him feel its enormity.
"You regret coming for your last bet, kid? All this size," I say, pushing a little more firmly on his hole. "Used to be yours, but now it's all mine. If you would have just stayed away you would still be huge. So I say again, little man. Any regrets?"
"N-n-no..." Brody mutters, sounding resigned to his new position in life.
"That's good. I bet you like being small." I say, pushing my dick into him, feeling his hole open up to accommodate a bit before stopping. He moans with pleasure. I wait a few seconds before thrusting in hard without warning, wedging my head past his sphincter.
"AHHHH!" He half screams, half moans. I nearly pass out.
"Fuck, it IS tight!" But damn does it feel good! I push more and more of myself into him, steadily. Feeling that tight sensation around more and more of my dick. All the while, I lock eyes with him. I want to witness everything and I wrap my hands around his waist.
"Fucking... tight!" I moan in ecstasy and I push him down my length, about 2/3rds of the way, plunging deep into his ass. I grab his not quite 6 incher and start jacking it off.
"You're hardly even a man with that dick!" I pant as I jerk him off faster and faster. "Not next to a real man, like me!" I tense my dick and I hear him moan as I stretch out his hole that much more. I flex my cock, making him bob up and slam into my abs and pecs. He shudders and moans, cumming a few weak loads. Nothing compared to what he could pull off before. I reach down and wipe off his entire load with only a couple of my fingers.
"Pathetic." I grab him by the waist and pull him off of my cock a bit, just to make him think that I'm pulling him off. Then with one powerful motion I slam him all the way down my shaft, I can feel my big bull balls against his ass. And with that I begin to use him to jack off my cock, as he moans and shouts and curses. I begin to buck my hips as well, getting into rhythm. Brody's dick dribbles out another load as I fuck him. I fuck him for a few more minutes, but the tightness of his ass is making it hard to go longer. I can feel the orgasm building in the base of my cock. I feel my cock expand in his ass and I know I can't hold it off any longer.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I hope the soundproofing in here works. I blast wad after wad of spunk up his ass, the tight seal between it and my cock letting not a drop escape. His gut is getting pumped bigger and bigger. Pushing him farther and farther away from me as it bloats up against my cobblestone abs.
"Shit... no more, please! I'm getting... fucking huge... tight..." Brody pants and moans as I fill him with my seed.
"Shut the fuck up, kid and take it like a man! As much of a man as you are now, anyway." I press my dick deeper into him. Shit, his gut is swollen now! I cum for I don't know how long, the pleasure is very distracting. Finally, as I slow down and stop I get a few more good pumps in before pulling out and a gush of my cum comes out Brody's ass, running down his legs and dripping from my cock.
<Due to popular demand, a bonus round has been called!> Says the announcement system, followed by the buzzer.
"Fuck, it looks like I'm going to get even bigger!" I say, leaving the bloated Brody on the mattress and striding over to my button. I push it quickly, wanting to feel what it'll be like to be even more huge than I already am. I push the button and the numbers swiftly resolve.
54...97...63...82...45...42...69
"Heh... I feel good kid. I can't wait to get the last of your size." My dick is hard and ready to go again just thinking about it. I watch Brody struggle to get to his feet, leaning and showing off my nearly divine body as he waddles to his console. He's panting and sweating from the exertion of crossing the room and I nearly burst out laughing as he struggles to reach the button because his gut is in the way. Finally he gives up and simply depresses the button with his belly. The numbers on his screen are clearly visible from where I am, shimmering vaguely like foxfire!
33...56...74...23...38...64...99
A small cloud of confetti is released from a pneumatic vent from the ceiling onto Brody's head, along with the sound of party noise-makers from over the intercom.
<MAXIMUM SCORE! Sorry contestant number one, but it looks like your winnings plus interest are going to contestant number two! I hope you both had fun playing The Game! That's all, folks!>
"Fuck! What!? Who the fuck gave us an extra round!? You can't do this, I won!" But I can already feel it, my hot, muscular mass is leaving me. "You can't do this, please, stop!" I moan, Brody was right, it DOES feel good! The ceiling retreats from me as I rapidly lose height. My heart is pounding, I need to get away! Before I lose all of my size! My arms, bigger than some men's waists are deflating rapidly. Everything is shrinking down so fast, my body getting pounds lighter every second! My hands fly to my cock and I can feel it shrinking in my grip. I try to run to the door, to get out and escape but my shrinking body is clumsy and I fall. The floor gets closer as the pectoral muscle holding me up evaporates.
"I win! I WIN!" I insist as my body approaches its old size. Then I start getting smaller than that. I try and sit up, watching my dick shrinking down below its previous 7 inches. I shiver and moan.
"Just like I promised, mate. Feels good, doesn't it?" Says a deep voice. Brody! I can see my chest losing more size and definition. My pecs are getting flatter and flatter till they vanish completely. My abs too, disappear. No definition, no muscle, just a but of pudgy softness. My waist but be only 30 inches now, if that. I'm shorter than 5 feet 5 inches and still losing height. I can feel the strength retreating from my body, leaving what muscle I still have weak and soft. I shiver. Was it always so cold in here? Suddenly a pair of massive hands reach down and begin rubbing my chest, as though worshipping pecs that no longer were there.
"Nggg..." I moan, God that is good! The shrinking stops and I reach down to grab my now not quite 5 inch dick, I'm around 5 feet 2 inches tall, I think. Brody, now more massive than ever before looms over me. Probably over 7 and a half feet tall. He struggles to bend down to my level, I keep my eyes on his massive tool. It seems even bigger now that I'm so much smaller. It's drooling precum.
"Don't worry, little man. I'm still gonna let you fuck me." Brody says, his deep, rumbling voice wholly restored. I can only gape, my mouth wide open. He's talking to me like I'm a child... but offering me...
"The Game might be over now... but nothing turns me on more than getting tied up and fucked and milked by a hot little stud like you." I feel a sheepish grin cross my face and I reach out and grab Brody's dick. Both my hands together can't get around it now. He moans in pleasure.
"Why don't we head over to my place? I've got all the, er, "equipment" we'll ever need there." I say and Brody just nods wordlessly as I stroke his dick. At this point, I think he'll agree to anything. He gets up and helps me to my feet and we walk out together. I take in the beautiful muscularity of his body and the massiveness of his package. He is everything a man could ever want to be. But his dick is still hard as a steel rod and he has eyes only for me. Is this what real domination is like? I flick his balls and he shivers.
"I hope these things are up for it. 'Cause I'm gonna milk you dry, Brody." I say as he takes a sharp breath.
"Fuck me... " He rumbles his eyes closed as he pauses his swaggering stride.
"I'm counting on it." I reply, wondering who really won The Game.
END