“Hey geek man how’s the weather down there?” Jerry taunted his victim while burying him up to his neck in sand. “Read any good books lately?”
Poor Stan could do nothing but struggle against the sand that held him down. Jerry was a bully. He was very intimidating and he knew it. He also let other people know it, too. Brash and very egotistical, he enjoyed picking on guys smaller than him. It came as no surprise to any of the local beach goers that he was torturing a 90 pound weakling just for the fun of it. Stan, a mild mannered young man, had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Good ol’ Jer’s girlfriend had just brushed him off for some, get this, nobody runt of a guy, preferring the guy’s gentleness to his perfect body. That’s her loss. Stan became the target for his frustration.
“Ah… poor wittle baby gonna cry? You’ll never be a real man loser. And those glasses… what Coke bottle did you get those from?” Jerry sneered, venom dripping in his voice as he swiped Stan’s oversized glasses from his face, leaving him squinting blindly as well as stuck.
“Look at me. I’m a geek. My glasses are just so cool.” He just couldn’t stop taunting his captive, putting Stan’s glasses on and prancing around the beach. When he tried to take them back off they wouldn’t budge. Try as he might they just would not move.
“What the fuck? What the hell is happening to me?” Jerry began to deflate. All his hard earned muscle was fading quickly. And didn’t his voice sound just a little bit higher than his normal booming deep masculine bass? Funny, nobody else seemed to notice anything. In fact he just noticed that nobody was moving or talking. Except Stan…
Somehow Stan had managed to extricate himself from his sand trap and something was happening to him. His short frame stretched to attain new heights as his muscles began to pulse, proportionately inflating to Jerry’s decrease. The former he-man could do nothing but stand there with his mouth agape as the heretofore twerp kept growing, turning into a handsome stud. Jerry began to drool over the beefcake now in front of him.
“What have you done to me you little twerp?” His voice had gotten noticeably higher and much more nasally while his body shrank so he could have easily passed as a little boy. His clothes had altered as well. Here he was on the beach dressed as if he was going to a high school prom, complete with a very frilly shirt. Worst of all he could feel his once proud manhood take a nosedive into miniscule territory. To top it all off his little Jerry started to stand erect as he continued to stare at Stan.
“Well, well my little man… what do we have here? You think you want some of this, boy?” Stan popped his bicep and Jerry had all he could do to contain himself.
“Oh please sir. Can I….” Jerry covered his mouth. Did he start to ask if he could get fucked by Stan? What was wrong with him? He didn’t like men. He liked women. Or at least that is what he kept telling himself while his body said otherwise.
Stan started to laugh; his sexy baritone could easily make any woman or man swoon. “Maybe when you grow up but until then you’ll just have to look and not touch.”
“Marvin. Where are you Marvin?” This rather obese woman came running over to the former Jerry. “Marvin I’ve been looking all over for you. You know you have to come home right now… and what are you doing with that tux on young man?” She started to pull Marvin by the ear.
“Yes mother. I’m coming.” He could do nothing but obey her, as though he had a choice in the matter. He was so disappointed that the big stud wouldn’t have anything to do with him.
A gorgeous blonde came running up to Stan. “There you are Mark. Come on baby. Let’s go have some fun.”
“Sure thing Tiff. Just let me go rinse all this sand off myself first.” Tiff practically fainted at the thought of her hot muscle stud sparkling wet. They were going to have a good time tonight.
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