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Ben dazed as the orgasm washed over him. The sheer size of his cock,
and the amount he was shooting, seemed to white out his thoughts. He
dozed- and when he began to come to, he immediately felt relief. He
was shrinking.
He could hear Matt's voice but he couldn't yet really respond. "I
told you I just wanted to see how much you could take. Not that this
isn't great, but you're kind of a statue right now," Matt was telling
him.
He was able to reply with a rumble.
"That said, I'm making a few more changes. I don't know how you ended
up with something like this- but all's fair in love and war and lust,
right? I can't pass up an opportunity like this. You understand,
right?"
Matt made a confused grunt. His vision was starting to come back to
him, his muscles shrinking so that he could see past them, finally.
He still couldn't look side to side, so all he could see.. was a very
smug and happy looking Matt.
"So I've taken control. You might think that I'd shrink you and grow
me, so that you'd have no chance of taking this back. But you'd be
wrong. See, after a certain measure, the muscle begins hindering you-
I'm sure you've noticed. So I don't need to shrink you- I just need
you big enough to move, but not small enough to outmaneuver me.
Frankly, I don't think you could use the phone anymore anyway," he
said.
(When did the magic program get on the phone, Ben wondered? He
decided never to think about it again.)
As he continued to shrink, he felt a tingling about his body- a
sensation unfamiliar to him. He couldn't quite look down at himself
yet, but Matt filled in the blanks helpfully: "I'm making you small
enough to move around. Just. But I like my guys a little older- I
think you'll like being, say, 45? In good shape for your age,
obviously." Matt laughed at his own joke.
Ben's upper body had shrunk enough now that he could pivot a bit, and
he was able to see more of what was happening to him. He still
couldn't see very far down- his neck was too thick, and anyway his
pecs were bulging too far out. But he could see and feel that his
shoulders and arms had unbound, somewhat.
He could move them, at least. With a curious, testing motion, he
found that he would be able to grip and lift things- probably very
heavy things- as long as they weren't directly in front of him. He
couldn't bend his arms enough to reach his face yet- but he might be
able to feed himself as long as he was using a fork.
These were important observations, because his shrinking was slowing.
There was a part of him that wasn't shrinking, however. "What about
my dick? It's too big," Ben complained. Somewhere deep down he
thought he probably shouldn't be complaining.
Matt shrugged, grinning lewdly. "Well, don't you want to be big
EVERYWHERE? It's not like you're not big enough to handle it," he
pointed out.
That was true. Ben's shrinking had slowed to a crawl by now- if it
weren't for the continuing sensation of compacting, he wouldn't have
been able to tell he was getting smaller at all. This appeared to be
the size that Matt was after.
He could walk. That was surprisingly relieving to Ben- being totally
immobile had given him a growing sense of claustrophobia. But he
could only walk- running was out of the question. It might not even
be considered walking- it was more like heaving himself forward, huge
rippling motions of lunging one side, then the other, forward.
At this rate he could make it to Matt in about ten minutes. Getting
out of the house (it's a house now) would take an hour, if he was
lucky. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get up if he fell.
He wanted to think more about how well he could move, but the feeling
of his cockhead dragging on the floor with those first few steps had
distracted him badly.
Matt was watching quietly- aroused and a little afraid by his own
creation. For all his bravado, he was obviously in over his head.
Ben considered trying to assert some control- but honestly, he needed
Matt. He couldn't fix this himself, in his condition. Though he
could break Matt in two, reaching him was another matter entirely- and
he didn't think he had it in him to hurt him, anyway.
That and, if he was being totally honest- he was really, really
enjoying this.
Slowly, painstakingly, he turned his body to face the full-length
mirror on the wall. He looked inhuman- a bloated mass of muscle,
beyond what was reasonable, beyond what was expected. His cock and
balls were still resting on the floor, and looked.. almost hungry.
He wasn't sure what made him think that.
The sheer expanse of his body actually slowed him from noticing newest
change to him- he was visibly older. His hairline was receding. He'd
sprouted a thick goatee without noticing- his face had felt thick and
insulated with muscle for a while now, and the extra layer of hair
hadn't really registered mentally.
His goatee was evenly speckled with gray, and his heavy brow had deep
creases.
"If you really hate it," Matt was saying, "I'll fix it. I'm not,
like, evil. But... I think I can think of ways to help you enjoy
this..."