“I’ll help him!”
A deep bass filled the tent as a massive man stood up. His silhouette looked enormous. He stood around 5’11” with a thickset husky build.
“Come to the stage, my dear!” Illusia called out.
As he swaggered towards the stage, Illusia could make out his shape much better.
“This should be interesting,” she muttered under her breath.
The beefy man lumbering towards the stage was wearing a black tank-top, paired with black shorts and black trainers. He looked like a typical gym meathead with a large, ex-jock build, with bulk consisting of both flab and hard-earned muscle. He looked impossibly wide, with a thick waist and an even more expansive upper back and neck. He had a wide jaw, whose contours was obscured by his jowls and thick neck. His arms and thighs looked massive. He had a bit of a beer gut that jutted out from his wide frame and sitting on top of it were two heavy, fleshy pecs.
His frame jiggled and the wooden boards creaked under his heft as he made his way onto the stage. As he came closer Illusia could see that he was in his early 40s. He had sandy blonde hair and a thick blonde beard that framed his pudgy face and wide jawline. His hairline had greatly receded at the temples and he also had a considerable bald spot on his crown. He also had a worn look to his face with a farmer’s tan, giving him the look of someone who worked outside. His body seemed to be covered in a pelt of blond hair.
“So tell me what is your name?’
“I’m Martin, and I’m 41.” His voice boomed.
“So why would a fine man like you want to change Martin?”
“I wouldn’t mind being his age again!”
“What about your build, are you sure you want to part with that?”
“I’ve been trying to cut down my weight and lean down, but I cannot seem to shift my weight. And to be honest I’m tired of always being the bigger, older one in a relation, I want to be the smaller one for once! I want to be youthful and slim and not have to worry about my weight or training to keep my bulk down! ”
Martin looked in the direction of the audience towards where he had been seated. It seems that he was addressing his comments to someone in particular, possibly his younger, trimmer partner. Illusia smirked as she conceded to herself that her shows always seemed to attract certain types of men.
“Okay it seems we have two volunteers who want what the other has,” Illusia added. “Good so we may begin!”
"Now, first things first. Remove your shirts and shoes and step onto the scale!"
Albert quickly removed his white V-neck shirt and his black thong sandals, leaving him in his black form-fitting shorts. His chest was completely smooth and lacking any definition. His abdomen was completely flat and flush with the rest of his body. His bare size 8 ½ feet stepped onto the scales.
"148 lbs!" Stephen announced as he came back to the front of the stage. The crowd could be heard muttering as Albert came off the scales.
Martin meanwhile was still undressing, removing with difficulty the black tank-top from his bulky back and prominent gut. Finally bare-chested, Martin’s wide beefy yet doughy, overweight frame was revealed for everyone to see. His fleshy hairy pecs, verging on moobs, and his protruding beer belly jiggled as he moved and leaned forward to remove his black trainers. His size 12 feet finally extracted from their tight enclosure, he stepped onto the scales.
“285 pounds!”
“Quite a disparity we have here!” Illusia added. “Next I want you to each hand over your driver’s licences to Ryan.”
The two men fished out their licences from their pockets. Once again Albert out-did his less nimble soon-to-be donor, as he handed the card to Ryan while Martin was still opening his wallet.
“Ryan I now want you to read out to the audience our volunteers’ date of birth and their height.”
“So Albert was born on 22nd July 1990 and is 5’7”.”
Meanwhile Martin finally handed Ryan his licence.
“Ok, so Martin was born on 2nd May1974 and is 5’11”.”
“Good, my dear now I want you to hold on tight to those cards as I will ask you to read them again afterwards” Illusia commanded Ryan.
Madame turned back to the crowd with a grin on her face. "Ok, well Albert and Martin, now we can start our little exchange. Albert you want to be manlier and gain size, whilst Martin you want to look more youthful and trim. Does that sound like a fair exchange?"
Both nodded in approval as they stood facing each other on either side of the sorceress. They studied each other’s bodies as they pondered the fate that awaited them. Martin longed to be as younthful and lean as Albert was, to have a full head of hair again and not worry about his weight. Meanwhile Albert yearned to have the manly presence Martin had, to be as tall as him and have that husky, beefy build that commands respect. He wanted to feel strong, to look down at people for once … no matter what the price was.
“Now stand back to back!” Illusia commanded bringing the two men out of their reverie. The two men approached each other and turned on the spot, slowly walking backwards until their bodies touched. Albert’s upper back only reached till Martin’s massive mid-back, and his lower back was pushed forward by martin’s bulky prominent butt. Albert could feel the bigger man’s tight back musculature and slightly sweaty flabby hairy flesh touch his own smooth, lean back. Their feet touched at the ankles. From the front the sight was almost comical – a thickset beefy man leaning against a skinny youth. Martin appeared to be at least twice as wide as Albert was, with his beefy, heavy pecs and beer gut protruding significantly in front of him.
"Excellent. Now I'm going commence my incantation and it's of paramount importance that you stay in the same position until the spell has run its course."
With that the two men, standing back to back on stage, began to feel a strange bond pushing each one further into the other’s back. Madame Illusia waved her arms and began her magic. A vibrant haze enveloped the two volunteers. Albert felt a throbbing charge connect his back to Martin’s as both felt that a link had been established with the man behind them pushing them into each other.
Slowly but surely the audience could see that the disparate weight between the two men was shifting to a more equal distribution. Martin’s bulky pecs and gut were starting to whittle down, whilst Albert’s trim chest and tummy were looking fleshier and more protuberant. As the bond drew Albert further into Martin’s back, Albert realised that Martin’s back was feeling less pudgy to the touch.
Martin could feel his back, wide waist, and ample love-handles receding into oblivion, as a pulse of energy passed from him into Albert through their backs. He watched incredulously as his gut was being sucked in and much to his astonishment as his hairy belly button was becoming shallower. He felt his bulky buttocks shrinking to more modest proportions whilst his limbs were looking all the more lean. Defined musculature that Martin had never seen started appearing as the overlying layer of bulk disappeared. His neck and face thinned down, making his features look more angular and handsome. Martin started panicking as he felt the room growing as he realised he was losing height. He noticed his shoulders and buttocks were now at level with those of his recipient. He could feel his energy being sucked from him into Albert as his bulk and size were being channelled into their willing recipient.
Meanwhile Albert, the recipient of the energy pulses, was undergoing some remarkable changes of his own. He was steadily gaining height as he realised that he was standing shoulder to shoulder with the giant who had agreed to be his donor. He was no longer skinny in any way as his frame was ballooning to new proportions with bulk. His chest continued filling with flesh, as his pecs grew and started sagging. His abdomen jutted out in front of him into a veritable gut that was growing by the second with each throb he was experiencing. His belly button was deepening as it had to dig into his ever growing layer of flab. His arms and thighs were swelling into meat-packed limbs as his previously skinny buttocks distended into massive butt cheeks – it was now him who was pushing Martin out with his shelf-like ass that was filling out his shorts to the seams. His face was distorting as his neckline was swallowed by his increasing layer of bulk and jowls. Albert looked incredulously down at his expanding frame.
Martin was now almost done shrinking and condensing in on himself as his last vestiges of bulk had disappeared. He was now by far the shorter one as he shrunk to his final height of 5’7”. As the throbbing bond linking him to Albert continued to pulsate, his hard-earned muscle started wittering away with each pulsation as he felt more energy flow into Albert. His chest and abdomen became undefined as any hint of muscle disappeared. His back imploded into a waif-like build. His limbs became lean and scrawny. He now looked positively short and slight, not unlike Albert had been at the start of the exchange. To his dismay even his large feet shrunk to a proportional size 8 ½ and his hands also become smaller than he ever remembered them being. Further down he felt his massive thick junk shrink to humbler dimensions. No longer held up by his massive frame, Martin’s black shorts fell to the floor, exposing a black boxer briefs that were also looking very loose on him and about to come off any second.
Meanwhile Albert was feeling the energy continue to flow into him from Martin with each throb as he was still piling on massive amounts of muscle and bulk. His growth spurt was slowing down as he had almost reached Martin’s old height of 5’11”. His frame was growing wider as his back exploded into muscular growth and stretched impossibly out. His waist widened as his abdominal musculature thickened underneath his pendulous gut, giving his midsection the appearance of a hard muscle-gut. Albert grimaced in pain as his still growing gut was constricted by the tiny shorts he was wearing. Immobilised as he was he was helpless to do anything however. He let out a sigh of relief when finally the shorts gave up their battle against his growing girth and the button shot off, ricocheting against the tent. The seams ripped apart as his tree trunk thighs and massive buttock continued thickening with beefy muscle. His feet grew to a humungous wide size 12 and his hands became spade-like with sausage-like fingers. The veins in his extremities thickened, making them look vascular despite his limbs being bulky. He grimaced again as he realised his junk was thickening and swelling to massive proportions and was being constricted in his now too small underwear, His upper back and neck continued piling on muscle, swelling and giving some definition to his beef.
The changes seemed to slow down, but they weren’t nearly over yet; Martin was still a balding 41 year old and Albert was still a youthful 25 year old, despite their builds having been exchanged. The exchange moved to the next stage as the two participants in the mystical bond felt that the energy flow had now reversed itself, and Albert had now became the donor and Martin the recipient. With each pulsation Albert's features were starting to look increasingly worn and much to his horror he felt that hair was coming off his scalp and falling down his front. Fine lines were etching themselves on his face. His brow became heavier-looking, his neat little nose grew and his jaw widened out, distorting his features into manlier incarnations.
Ryan, who had been watching his friend’s transformation from the side-lines, looked on disbelievingly as his youthful friend was fast losing his once prized head of jet-black hair. Albert’s hairline was rapidly receding at the temples and he was also developing a growing bald patch on his crown, not unlike the one Martin had had before the exchange. The breeze he felt on his forehead made it clear to him that his days with a full head of hair were definitely over. What hair Albert had left was thinning and lightening as white hairs appeared. Dark stubble started appearing on Albert’s face and thickening with each pulsation of the mystical bond.
Meanwhile Martin was relishing a tickling sensation on his scalp as he realised his sandy blonde hair was re-sprouting on his scalp. His temples and crown reacquired the hair they had lost in recent years. Martin’s face was also looking unusually youthful, as his perennial builders tan faded and his features started looking more youthful as the fine wrinkles he had developed were fading. His beard was looking unusually sparse as the hairs retreated into his face. Soon he had just sparse blond stubble left on his face. With each pulsation Martin’s wide jaw was narrowing down with each pulsation, just as his nose was shrinking to daintier proportions and his brow was becoming less prominent. Martin’s previously virile features were now looking more boyish than bearish.
Martin’s pelt of blond body hair was looking sparser by the second, leaving his pale skin smooth and youthful looking. At the same time, Albert was sprouting whorls of thick black body hair all over his big frame. The hair thickened into a veritable forest between his pecs and on his gut but also thickly coated his upper back and his limbs. Albert’s stubble had by now thickened into a full beard that was masking the lower half of his face and extending to his neck. Albert now looked like one hairy Sasquatch.
Both Albert and Martin felt a tickle in their throats causing them to clear their throats. Both were amazed at the sound that emanated from their voice box. A deep bass came out of Albert’s that caught him by surprise and almost intimidated himself, whilst Martin couldn’t believe that the relatively high-pitched sound he had produced had come out of him.
Slowly the throbbing starting becoming less frequent and the pulsations less intense as the exchange seemed to have completed and the spell run its course. The sorceress lowered her arms and the mist cleared, releasing both participants from its immobilising bind.
Exhausted from the process, Albert slumped forward, separating his back from his now much shorter donor. His muscle gut sagged as he heaved from the exertion he felt during the process. Unused to his new centre of gravity, he made a tentative step forward to steady himself and felt the old wooden planks creak under his big bare feet as they struggled to hold his weight. He looked down at himself and realised that the view of his feet was obscured by two fleshy heavy pecs and a big gut dangling in the crevice below them. He stared incredulously at his arms, not believing that those wide, beefy arms were actually attached to his body.
Meanwhile Martin couldn’t believe how lanky and thin his frame now was. He inspected his hairless arms, not quite accepting that those twig-like limbs actually now belonged to him. He looked down and realised that for the first time in more than two decades he could see his feet, now no longer obscured by his new trim midsection and flat chest.
“It is done! Bring them the mirror, Stephen!” the sorceress commanded, as her assistant made his way to the back of the stage to procure what she demanded.
“You may turn round my dears!”
Martin nimbly pirouetted on the spot, being caught by surprise as he realised he was now facing a wall of flesh much taller than him. Albert awkwardly turned round, the floorboards creaking in protest at the weight they were having to support. Standing in front of him was a small blond youth. As they came face to face, both men stared speechlessly and wide-eyed at each other. Martin couldn’t believe how massive, hairy and older-looking Albert now appeared. Meanwhile Albert couldn’t comprehend how small and youthful the new Martin looked.
A large full-size mirror finally made its way to the front of the stage. Both men made their way to it and gasped as they saw their own reflections.