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“Cut Down to Size”

Craig is a 6′11″ basketball player looking for a more manageable height. He finds a solution that scrunches him down while redistributing his mass, but when is it going to stop? Here’s a taste: When he lost those first few inches he was thrilled. Not only was he starting to get down to a manageable height, but the mass redistributions gave him big lumpy muscles like he’d never known before. I had to say, he looked very good beefed up. Soon he was down to 6’5”, looking like an NFL star or a UFC fighter. He showed up in my office for an in-person checkout and I couldn’t believe how dense he looked. He even beat on his big pecs proudly like a gorilla, so excited about his new body.

Come check it out! If you like midgetization or muscle immobilization this story will fire you right up.

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Love Muscle

Happy Valentine’s Day. Here’s my contribution to the dateless.

As little Cupie flitted and fluttered around the world, seeing all of the joyful humans and their roses and chocolates and champagne toasts, celebrating the joyful paradise of a life with love, he sensed a great emptiness. While most warm bodies blasted out warm, he sensed a place of cold metal and hard, unfeeling bodies, gritted teeth, pain and sacrifice and passion without affection. It was love’s most special day; Cupie had to do something! So he descended upon Global Gym, zipped on his magical little wings through the packed parking lot, and took a deep breath of fresh air before he entered the stagnant musk of this sweat-filled dungeon.Inside were many man, big as buffalo and hard as steel, some more perfectly carved than statues. 

As Cupie inspected the marvelously shaped men, he found each of them desperately fighting a hole in their hearts, trying so hard to hide a need for tender touch behind armor of massive flesh.At least, that’s what it looked like to Cupie. And he couldn’t allow this at all. He would fix that right away.

Gathered in a small huddle around a big metal rack were four apelike men, hairy and thick and barely able to move from their enormous swollen muscles. “Powerlifters,” they called themselves, but how powerful can you be without the power of love?

Their leader, a stout barrel-shaped man with a long beard, wore a perma-scowl as he moved many times his own bodyweight in metal, lifting it from the ground and putting it back down. The other brutes in his entourage clapped their chalky hands on his back before each lift, helped him pull his belt tight, barked at him, “You’ve got this bro!”“Deadlifting” they called it. Well, it was time to come alive, Cupie thought, and as the powerful man waddled toward the overloaded bar, Cupie pulled a special arrow from his quiver and fired.

The beastly man clapped his massive hands together, producing a cloud of chalk that surrounded him as the invisible, magical arrow struck him. As the chalk cleared, the man found himself now half his size, swimming in oversized clothes. His still-buckled weight belt clattered to the ground and he stumbled around awkwardly. He struggled to escape his now-tentlike shirt, stepping out of ludicrously oversized shoes and staring up at his three companions, now each three times his size. More overwhelming than the garguantuan men staring at him was the dull throbbing from his ass--an ass that had stayed basically the same size while the rest of him shriveled, now bulbous and unwieldy behind an otherwise petite man--that seemed to beg for his attention. That’s when Cupie let loose three more arrows for his friends.

The one who’d tightened his belt reached out with a meaty paw and yanked the big shirt away, revealing the little man in his newfound glory: a slender, hairless man with a huge inviting rear end. Each of the man felt a stirring in their loins looking at the little man, especially his bulbous backside, and each of them started to perspire. The little guy, suddenly more flexible than he’d ever been, folded at the waist, presented his prized asset to his buddies and grabbed his dainty little ankles. The former powerhouse thrilled as the buddy who’d cheered on his left reached out a thick, chalk-caked digit and gently tweaked the crack of the newly-tiny man’s voluptuous behind, eliciting a squeal that invited all three men to move in closer, their pulses quickened, their loins stirring like never before.

In another room, a powerful man stood nearly nude before a mirror, crunching up his lumpy arms and legs and making the muscles big and hard. Nearby an older gentlemen, with just as much unnecessary muscle as the younger man but gristled with age, sat on a bench, calling out strange directions. 

“Nice, Tony, now front double bi. Great. Show me that abdominal-thigh.” Cupie eyed this strange scene and sensed a latent affection between the men. The rippling Tony, his skin stained dark brown for some reason, seemed to be desperate for the approval of the older gentleman--so much that he’d put on what looked like tiny panties and squeeze his body up in public just to win it--while the older gentleman looked at Tony with a sense of pride, like he was his own creation.

Cupie could work with this.

One very powerful arrow shot into the wide slabs of beef hanging off Tony’s Chest. He didn’t sense anything at first, but then the older man said, “All right, show me that lat spread.” Tony put his fists on his hips and spread his back wide--and it just kept spreading. Tony’s wide back, his bumpy arms and veiny legs all spread out like dough, more muscle pouring onto his frame than he’d ever conceived of before. As his chest and shoulders swelled up around his head, he looked around nervously, his legs splayed out impossibly far to accomodate their thickness while remaining upright.

The older man was shocked for a moment until another of Cupie’s arrows struck him. He proudly rose from the stool and did a lap around the muscular monstrosity he’d created, surveying it with pride, and buried his fingers into the deep ridges between each blimped out muscle, causing Tony to squeal with overwhelming ecstasy. He was now a practically immobile pile of muscle, only able to barely wiggle his toes and fingers while his big dick (swollen like the rest of him, and stretching his overstuffed little underwear to the limit) burped and sputtered cum.

“Don’t worry about the mess, Tony,” the coach said, tickling the overample flesh of his freakish creation. “I’ll take care of it later. Let’s just appreciate all the muscle I’ve built on you. Later on, when they had privacy, he’d take a dildo the size of a baseball bat and get into the really sensitive parts of his muscle-beast, but for now he’d just appreciate the unbelievable mass he’d created with some deep-tissue style massage across dense muscle that was now as sensitive as a cock-head. Tony could only squeal and whimper, delighting in his own helplessness and the attentive caress of his coach.

In the musky, humid locker room, Cupie found  a giant man--six and a half feet tall, at least, wide as a door, stripping out of sweat-soaked clothes before a shower. Next to him, a man the same age but less than half his size tried not to notice the hairy brawn unveiling itself in the same room. Cupie sensed in the smaller man a deep desire to nuzzle into the powerful arms of the big guy. In the big man he sensed coldness, scar-tissue from years of smashing into other powerful men wrapped in hard equipment on big fields to the adoration of screaming fans. 

So much pain in his past, Cupie lamented. This, he could fix.

Cupie fired one of his favorite arrows--it traveled into the big ogre and then a moment later emerged from him and plunged into the body of the smaller man. Suddenly the big hulk’s body started to compress. While he remained exactly proportionate, he grew smaller and smaller while the little guy’s frame started to grow up and out, widening and thickening as it went. The not-so-little-anymore guy watched with amazement as his eye level rose, the room starting to shrink down around him. He grew muscles he never thought he’d have, patting around himself to test all the new lumps and their pleasing density.

The new giant got nervous when his head bumped the ceiling but then the changes seemed to stop. He crouched down, wondering if he was too big to get out of the locker room now, until he noticed the hulk-no-more next to him, still the same shape as before but now the size of a teddy bear.

Having watched everything grow as he diminished as a human being, the newly teddified man felt himself overwhelmed with fear; how could he survive in a world that was so big after having looked down on it for so many years? Then he felt an impossible huge tongue lick the length of his body, so forcefully he fell over, and stared up in awe at the brand new giant before him. The giant man extended a beefy arm and although he knew that he’d been robbed of his size, that it had been donated to this newly gargantuan man, the new giant’s touch filled him with warmth and safety and teddy-bear-sized hulk nestled into it, wishing he never had to be anywhere without it.

Cupie nodded his head at the change, satisfied at his work, and checked his quiver: it was full of arrows, and this place was full of people in need of love. He had work to do.

Does anyone know what happened to the Footballbiggins website? God do I miss it. Seriously, I fell in love with a dozen guys from that sight and clicking through fed a million fantasies of mine.

If anyone has any news on footballbiggins please let me know.

NEW ***FREE-TO-READ*** STORY AT MY PATREON ““I make parade blimps,” the shady gear dealer had said, stroking his greasy moustache. “Big bloated muscle monsters--huge everywhere except for in their shorts.” He snickered and Lyric, Alexey’s manager, nodded: immense size was what Alexey needed to take his career to the next level. He was known for being a pretty face and an offseason monster; it was time to take things to the next level. A shrunken manhood would be the price he had to pay--or perhaps it would be the cherry on top, depending on your perspective.” Read more (free!) here:

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A Brief Interlude in Reality

[My apologies to you gentlemen who came here with your dick in your hand; this will be in no way hot.]

So I had a cute little cardiac episode yesterday. After my best shoulder day to date, I did a little stint on the stairmill. I’ve been lax with cardio because it’s get-big season and I’m a HARD gainer, but lately at work I’ve found myself pausing to catch my breath with pressure in my chest (I’m in my 30s in good shape with a spotless diet; I should’ve reacted to warning signs sooner). So yesterday when chest pressure spread, I had trouble breathing, got all clammy, tingling up my left side...

Spent a nice little mini-vacation at the hospital, so I’ve got a sizable bill to deal with. Two reasons I’m even mentioning it:

a) if we’ve been talking or you’ve ordered a commission, that’s why I was MIA yesterday (and I’m back on it today, type-type-typing away)

b) because of my new debt, I’ll be launching my Patreon sooner than I’d intended. If you’re happy with what you’ve seen here, don’t sweat it: I’ll still post free content here. But Patrons will get access to new, bigger content. I hope people will like what I’ve got planned.

What kind of dude gets you going?

In the context of my story themes (strong guy gets made weak) what’s your favorite type of “before” guy?

(In other words, which type of guy is your favorite victim)

a) Superheavyweight roided out bodybuilder

b) NFL lineman mountain-of-man

c) Thicc-AF musclechub powerlifter

d) Supremely ripped-up V-tapered physique guy

e) Soccer player with a pretty face and thighs for days

f) Hunky Average-Joe in flannel with a nice smile

g) Tatted-up punk with abs like Jesus and a huge cock

h) Juice-bloated 300 lb camslut with a turtle-shell gut and an empty poser

i) Cocky underwear model with a wiry (but flawless) body and a smoldering gaze

j) Other (leave a comment!)