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Just after prejudging, Antoine’s coach said he might need a touch up on his tan. He shucked his trunks, donned a cock sock and walked into the tanning tent, completely unaware that outside, a furtive passerby was sprinkling a special powder on the still-warm trunks.

Afterward, Antoine slipped on his posers and started pumping up his muscles again. As he worked up a light sweat, the enchanted powder worked its way into his bloodstream. The massive bodybuilder felt pleasantly warm, a tingling emanating out from his tightly packed posers to the rest of his Herculean frame.

Feeling dizzy, he sipped some water and headed to the restroom. The posers felt tight for some reason. His head was swimming—but he felt so good. He needed to lie down. His knees felt weak. He leaned against the bathroom wall and let out a soft moan as he basked in a long, slow orgasm that washed over his whole body. His eyes closed, he had no idea that his body was dwindling, his muscle mass evaporating as his big body compacted into a smaller, prettier form, his spraytan fading to pale.

“The fuck am I doing here?” he said, looking around. Had he blacked out? Sometimes he smoked with his Johns, but last thing he remembered was... nothing. Why was he in this weird bathroom in these shiny little panties?

Outside the bathroom, Antoine recognized the hotel but didn’t remember why he was there. He passed by his coach, who was searching for him but didn’t recognize the tiny lost-looking prettyboy as his massive champion. Antoine didn’t even recognize the man.

As he wandered away, unbelievably self-conscious as gigantic tanned behemoths stomped by, towering over him, he had a flash—the Cali Pro! He was competing! He saw his coach across the hall, then looked down at his unfamiliar form. How had he gotten so small and scrawny?

“Coach!” Antoine shouted, and the man turned, but dismissed the unfamiliar little fuckboy immediately. Antoine knew he would have to work to identify himself—but when he an unbelievably thick hand landed on his shoulder, he felt tingles rippling through his lithe body. He turned, recognizing Maxx Charles—his competitor! “Maxx!” Antoine said. His voice was so thin and light! How could he prove to this gigantic muscle beast that he was really Antoine Vaillant—that he was supposed to be the same size!

“Hey, you the guy my manager hired?” Maxx said. The deep voice made Antoine’s head spin. His life as Antoine Vaillant, Canadian bodybuilder, felt further away as he basked in the size and smell of this enormous muscle stud.

“Yes,” Antoine said. That was right, wasn’t it? He was there to service this huge bodybuilder after the competition.

(No! He was there to compete—he was supposed to beat Maxx! But how could that be possible?)

Maxx slid his hotel key into the little guy’s hand. Antoine wanted to protest, to beg Maxx to help him, but he couldn’t. The idea of meeting the gargantuan man back in his hotel room was overwhelming him. He throbbed with need. He practically sprinted to Maxx’s room—and when the hulk came back, having won the overall (since Antoine never appeared), Antoine was lying seductively on Maxx’s bed.

Every so often, Antoine’s real identity asserted itself, but his life as this pretty little rent boy would seep back in. Antoine spent the entire night serving this huge muscle god with no idea that it had been Maxx who doctored up Antoine’s little trunks all along.