“What.. The Hell is…. HAPPening?” Scott tried to say as his voice creeped up a few tones. He guessed he had had a bad batch of steroids, he was going to fucking kill Joe when he got his hands on him. Then he thought to himself, what steroids? I would never take anything that dumb, would I?
Scott’s neck slimmed down and is shoulders compacted, his grossly massive pecs shrinking and his 29 Inch arms getting less, his large tree trunks shrunk as his penis regained the lost inches from testosterone abuse. His masssive square jaw and jutting chin retracted and softened.. Excess hair fell from Scott’s legs.
After that he was left with the body of a swimmer instead of a steroid junkie. His 6’4” frame began to shrink, his sneakers falling off him as his shoes went from 16s down to 12s, he was now 5’7”. Scott sometimes wished he was as tall as some of the other guys but his height didn’t bother him too much.
At that point Scott absent mindedly flicked his fringe out of his eyes, hang on he had a crewcut didn’t he? Or had he had his hair in this style for a few years now? Brown and Blonde streaks with a large fringe covering one eye?
He felt some sharp pains, he hated when his two nose studs and three ear piercing did that. He had secretly gotten them on his 15th birthday, fuck what his parents wanted, he didn’t care if they disproved of him going out with cheerleader… hang on Stacy hated him, he was just a punk.
He really needed to get some new jeans, these ones were shredded from that big fall when he had been grinding. Scott absent mindedly stroked his board, lying next to Stevie’s bag.
Him and Stevie had snuck down to the bleachers to share a bong and have some vodka when Stevie had gotten her itch, and Scott got lucky. Scott and Stevie walked off, both satisfied