"Fuck yes! Look at me! I look like a muscle GOD now! I look like I've been lifting for TEN YEARS, son! All thanks to the magic, baby? Look at this muscle! Fucking LOOK at it, boy!"
Ken backed away, shocked by Jeff's newfound confidence. As if it had been building up over the last week, and was now about to explode into narcissistic teenage athlete bravado.
"Where's the Chronivac?"
"You won't need it. I fixed it. All you need to do is say I'm in charge."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm in charge. Say it, freak show!"
Jeff was dominating him, physically intimidating him as he pushed Ken up against the wall in the hallway and held him there with the weight of his bulky body. He braced his enormous, hairy arms against the wall above Ken so he could look down into his shorter friend's face.
"You gonna try and move past me? Bitch? Don't move. Don't struggle, little bitch. I changed things real nice. You and me are gonna play nice. Don't you worry, baby." He lightly touched Ken's face with a finger, lovingly tracing his finger around Ken's cheeks, neck, and then ears. He blew lightly onto Ken's neck. "You like that?" Jeff whispered gently. Ken let out a moan of desire. No! He was straight! He had never wanted a MAN before, let alone one of his jock bros!
He knew Jeff was gay but he wasn't gay! It wasn't cool. He couldn't be GAY!
He felt Jeff's hot tongue touch his neck and he let out a moan. He closed his eyes, the pleasure and desire coursing through him, making his heart beat twice as quick...he was with the most handsome, hairy, muscular redheaded muscle god stud imaginable!
"God, you're so handsome!"
"Call me SIR." Jeff insisted.
"Yes, SIR. I love NOTHING more than calling you SIR, SIR! I want to jack off to you! Command me! Please!"
"Say I'm in charge from now on. Now and forever, faggot." Jeff told him, matter-of-factly.
"Absolutely. You're in charge, Sir!"
"Everything is gonna be alright now, faggot. Come on, fag! Carry my bag for me, asshole."
"Yes, Sir. Why are you so much bigger than me now?"
Ken realized he was looking further up at Jeff than he normally did.
He had shrunk!
"You're underdeveloped. Same age. Don't worry. But uh...at 17 you can't expect to grow past 4'8". You're a tall midget. Barely a man. You'll often be mistaken for a child until someone squints and then apologizes to you. You'll be just mature enough looking to keep some stubble on that small angelic little face of yours. Something to distinguish you as an adult male who happens to be incredibly meek and afraid of bigger men. And you should! Remember how many of them used to beat you up??"
"No!"
"Yeah, they all beat you up, buddy. Remember?" Jeff said, relishing the moment. "You made me into a girl and fucked me, you sick little cunt. Now you're gonna be my fucking BITCH. You wanna play that game? I'm gonna fuck you, but you get extra humiliation. If you were a woman, it would be acceptable to be so small and defenseless. But as a man, you barely measure up, son. You're born to worship a big strong man like ME who can protect you, you scared little wallflower you."
Ken felt so low and worthless. He wasn't worth Jeff's magnificent attention.
"Baby, you have the chance of a lifetime. To hang out with a cool guy like me. Girls and guys love me! I'm bisexual now, asshole. I'm gonna fuck babes and let you suck me off here and there. Oh and uh...you gotta be my servant at all times. 24/7. So...slave. You're my slave now. But you'll tell people I'm your best big buddy. That way, they'll love me for letting a loser like you hang out with my greatness."
"Thank you SO MUCH, Jeff!" Ken ran to his big protector, his Master at home. "Master, I'd do anything for you. You're the most handsome man in the world. Any woman should be real lucky to be able to spend the night with YOU, Sir." Ken looked up, hoping his asskissing had paid off.
Jeff was pleased.
"Thanks, little man. Man....what am I talking about? You're not a man. You're a fag. Say it."
"I'm a fag, Sir."
"And FAGS...do what they're told. Come with me, Bonehead. Come on."
Jeff was top of his much shorter little slave bitch for life, who he could pass off as a charity case. He looked at himself in the mirror and became hard more and more over his own image. He flexed. He was so hairy and muscular. Like some kind of freak at 16, he looked to be in his mid 20s and he stood at 6'4" at 286 pounds.
He had fucked grown men before, but never one this pathetically small.
He fit his dick inside Ken's cherry unceremoniously, and then drilled into his former friend, the one who had turned him into a woman and fucked him was now getting his just desserts.
"Fuck YOU, BITCH! I'm the one doing the fucking now, BITCH!"
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK! YOU! BITCH! TAKE THAT! FUCK YEEEEEEEAH! " He owned his friend now. He was the big man on campus now. He was popular and everyone loved him and Ken was just the little dud that followed him around, living in his shadow, carrying things for his important Master, shining his shoes in public or opening doors or him, or doing errands, laundry, preparing meals. He lived to get fucked by Jeff.
Jeff crested the memories of being an Alpha jock, always being the biggest and best in all grades. Always the coolest guy. Funny. Outgoing. Athletic. Incredibly handsome. Devastatingly handsome. Doing modeling shoots already level of handsome. He had so many groupies and fans online.
Ken felt the massive cock inside him, felt himself becoming a fuck puppet.
Jeff screamed and laughed, still mesmerized like Narcissus himself over how amazing he looked, godlike and powerful fucking this nothing of a peasant wimp.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Ken's ass filled with so much cum. Jeff felt the orgasm overwhelm him as he felt the cum PUMP and PUMP and PUMP out of his dick OVER and OVER just PUMPING and PUMPING. He had never felt this good before, he realized. Cum was leaking out of the little fags hole.
When Jeff pulled out, he was so dripping in his own cum that it looked like frosting melting on a cinnamon bun.
He was overwhelmed again, and out of his cock burst, without him even touching his dick, a wad of cum that plastered the wall close to the ceiling. A wad of cum dripped in that corner now.
"I am a ROCK STAR!"
Ken's biology had completely changed. In this world, he was naturally able to fit a large cock inside him. It was common for smaller men on this Earth to be omega males who exist to make larger Alpha males happy. They needed a place in society, after all. That's why some of them entered into voluntary slavery.
Wait, what? Slavery was legal? Since when?
Their biology was tailored by nature to please the Alpha males. The fags of the tribe were always good servants and so slaves were bred from those fag ancestors. Always kept a separate breed of inferior humans that were good for being slaves so much that they didn't feel comfortable doing anything else.
"I decided to go even further with it, bitch. Welcome to your new reality. I was gonna make you my friend but then thought this would be a WAY more awesome option after I found it!"
"I'm your slave, Master."
"Get ready for a spanking, bitch!" Jeff grabbed the little man's arm and yanked him over to a big chair.
"No, don't spank me! Please!"
He had no choice. Jeff was so much bigger and forced his friend up and CARRIED HIM OVER to the large chair. He was turned over and his pants taken down.
"I'm 17, dude! You can't do this!"
"SHUT UP!" Jeff barked and smacked his friends ass, once, hard.
"No...no..please. Don't spank me! I'm not a child!"
"No, but I'm a lot bigger than you. You're my property now. I can SPANK YOU!" He spanked Jeff again, harder. "ANY! TIME! I WANT!" He spanked the little man with each word and then watched his friend fall apart crying.
"Oh come on, you big baby. It wasn't that difficult. I only spanked you five times, you little wimp. You're not gonna be a wimp and cry, are you?"
"No, Sir," Ken mumbled.
"WHAT was that? Hey, Captain Mumbles! Speak up!" Jeff was so forceful and arrogant now. Ken just wanted to touch his small little penis, tiny though it was. Just a little thing, cursed by genetics to be only 1.5 inches in length. He had no choice but to bottom. Even if Ken wanted to, he could never think he'd be able to fuck another human being with his inferior and shameful genitals. He shook his head. He was SO LUCKY to have Master Jeff!
"Yes, SIR! I am your slave, SIR! I love you, SIR!" Ken saluted his superior muscle master, who towered above him, smirking and flexing his awesome muscle bod.
"Feels so good to be in charge. Okay, dummy. Time for you to suck me off. We want to get you started on that as soon as possible.
"Yeah. Hope you enjoyed fucking me before because I like being on top. Which means I need a bottom, bitch."
"Yes, Master. Of course, Sir!" Ken shook his dwarf head sincerely.
"Now in a week, we could go back and you could be a tall cool guy again. Is that what you want, you dickless little retard?"
"No. NO, Sir! I want you to be in charge of me. I want YOU to be bigger and stronger. YOU deserve it. Me? I'm just a pile of shit."
"You're lucky to have me!"
"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"I'm pretty magnificent now, right doofus?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm your dumb little dwarf buddy. Your servant forever. I'm very happy being your dwarf servant, Sir!"
"Yeah, I know, you nincompoop. I know. I know all this. You tell me literally every day how lucky you are to be with me, right?"
"Every day, you deserve praise, Sir."
"Well thank you, slave. Now fetch me a beer, huh? The game is starting soon!"
"Right, Sir!"
Ken got a beer for his incredible stud of a master. Master Jeff was now so big and macho and full of testosterone. He hooted and stomped the floor when his team won while Ken meekly and dreamily looked up as his beloved boss. How could anything get better than this?
Master was inside him again, reveling in his incredibly muscular god bod.
The rest of the week went by without a hitch. Ken was quite happy to follow Jeff to school, and everyone knew Jeff had purchased his friend and that they were totally unequal. Jeff could chew out Ken at any time for any reason and no one would think anything of it. Slaves were meant to be degraded. Most of them needed to have their spirits broken somehow and as a society, it was up to everyone to enforce the superior genes they carried. Fag slaves were another caste and considered to be human but barely.
Jeff introduced everyone he came across to his new dwarf slave. Ken would look up adoringly at all the superior Alphas. He was always genteel and polite and served tea to visitors when they came over to Jeff's mansion. He was dressed in a butler's uniform, with a gray tweed little vest. He was adorable dressed in his tiny suits. Ken happily dusted shelves and furniture for Master Jeff. He was lucky to have an Alpha to protect him now.
All his life bullies harassed him and called him faggot. He knew his parents would probably sell him one day due to his fag genes. But they were very happy with Jeff's offer to buy their son, and wished them both well. Ken was happy that his parents were happy and that he had a good home as a dwarf slave now.
"Well, it's been a week, faggot. I think I'm going to give you back your original personality. Hold on tight, Little Man."
Ken's head was filled with memories of being a cool popular guy in high school and beating up nerds here and there.
He blinked. "You made me into a DWARF?"
"And a slave. The option came up and I just WENT for it. I'm really glad for the Chronivac suggestion algorithm right now, I gotta say."
"Please turn me back. Turn...turn me back into a real man. Please, Master!" He caught himself. "I mean, Jeff."
"No no. You've been calling me Master all week. Didn't it feel good just now? It did, even though I gave you back your memories, I left you both intact. Think about your memories of being a slave compared with how stressed out you were all the time as a popular jock. Having so many commitments. In this world, you have just one. Me. And I'm so handsome."
"I know you are. I wish you'd kiss me already!" Ken clapped a hang over his mouth. Suddenly, Jeff was picking him up in midair!"
"No worries, Little Man. Come to papa." They kissed. Ken the Dwarf was so in lust he could barely stand it. His body and mind both loved Jeff enough to not care how tiny he was now.
"Do you...really want me to stay this way, Sir?'
"Good. You're calling me Sir on your own. That's good." Jeff kissed him some more. "You're my good dwarf slave."
"Okay but...will you change me to something else eventually? I don't know if I want to be like this forever. I mean...can I keep my personality, Sir? I promise to still be a good slave. I just...want to remember being a jock, too. Maybe you can turn me back and in the meantime, I'll just...be your slave."
"Good boy. You're catching on. Now, I might grow up to say, even as tall as 5'5" if you're a good boy, make you a hugely muscled short man who still can't possibly compare to ME. But uh...I want you as my slave for at least five years first. Give me that long."
"That's a really long time to be your dwarf slave!"
"Which you're going to love every minute of, Little Man. You agree with me or I'll give you another spanking."
"Yes, Master, I will."
"Smile for me. Attaboy! I'll change you only when I feel like it. Now, you can walk around KNOWING you were a big strong Alpha jock. I want you to find out how much better it is to be a dwarf slave, okay? I gave you an additional upgrade, by the way."
"What's that, Sir?"
"I gave you a humiliation fetish, Bonehead."
Ken gulped.
"Now get my bags, bitch. I don't wanna be late for football practice."
"Yes, Sir," Ken the dwarf slave said earnestly.