Big Claudio's Bodybuilding Debut

[6 word request: Bodybuilder cursed: helium voiced, shrunken cock]

There was a buzz backstage that Claudio Mollica was going to take the whole damned bodybuilding competition. He showed up wearing a blue sweatsuit that looked the size of a circus tent, spray-tanned mahogany and barely able to squeeze through his car’s doors. After weigh-ins, word spread fast: that big beast was 280 pounds and so lean it looked like his veins were going to burst through his skin?

“What’s he on, like a keg of roids a day?”

“Jesus, that freak’s got such crazy genes I might let him bang my girlfriend just to do my son a favor!”

“They gonna start a new weight category for guys that are the size of TWO superheavyweights?”

Big Claud was aloof backstage as the other guys pumped and carbed up. A fellow bodybuilder would fall into his orbit, utter a quick, “Hey, man, looking great! That pro card’s yours for sure!” Big Claud would just tilt his head back and wink. His shaved head gleamed in the light. His jaw was so square Gaston would have gotten jealous. And the bulge in his shiny purple posers looked like he’d stuffed a Bantamweight in there.

He was already doing interviews before he’d even stepped out on stage for prejudging! Rin, who was still proud of his light-heavyweight conditioning despite looking closer to the size of one of Claud’s quads, readjusted his silver trunks as he watched reporters gathering around the big beast.

“Something wrong?” asked Devin, the 5’ tall brick of a human who waddled up to Rin, interested in the grimace on his face.

“Nothing,” Rin said with a sigh. He really should have been getting a good pump on rather than envying Claud’s freakish genetics. “It’s… Sometimes I wonder if I’m really cut out for this with somebody like that running around. Guy wins the genetic lottery and guys like me, who bust their ass…” He glanced down at Devin, shocked that a man so much shorter than he was could weigh so much more! Devin weighed in at a shocking 220 pounds, and was as wide as he was tall, almost as cartoonishly huge as massive Claud.

Devin smiled up at Rin. “You’re thinking the same thing about me, aren’t you?” he said, flexing his arms and patting the pec shelf that hung out so far there was no way the little guy could see his feet. He was so massive, at such a small stature, that Rin almost didn’t notice his weird ears--pointy at the top.

“No, actually…” Rin paused, a smile crossing his face.

“You’re looking at my ears, aren’t you?” he said, flicking their pointy tips with his thumbs. “You’re thinking I look a bit elfin, don’t you?”

“I was thinking…” Rin chuckled before being brutally honest with the little mass-monster. He felt surprisingly comfortable around Devin for some reason. “I was thinking we should paint you green and give you a club. You like like a little orc!”

Devin shrugged with a knowing smile. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Would you believe the ears are because I’m a descendant of fairies?”

Rin raised an eyebrow. “Unless you mean a feminine guy, no, I wouldn’t.”

Devin nodded. “I’ve got to go, but if you want me to work a little mojo to take big Claud down a couple of notches, you let me know.”

When Rin took the stage, all thoughts of Claudio were wiped from his head. He nailed his poses, heard his coach cheering for him from the crowd, and was moved near the center. As he left the stage, he felt confident he’d be taking home a second place trophy.

The superheavyweights went last, and when big Claudio stomped out on stage, every bodybuilder crowded the edge of the curtains to see his showing. Rin felt bad for the others in his class--all massive, unbelievable bodybuilders, but next to the mountainous Claudio, they looked like little pipsqueaks.

“I heard his parents were both bodybuilders, and his grandparents were olympic athletes,” Devin said, leaning toward Rin as they watched Claudio smash his competition, riling the crowd into a frenzy.

“Yeah, well, fuck his parents,” Rin said. “My parents were an accountant and a grade school teacher. If I’d come from monsters I’d be that big too.”

After the crowd had exhausted themselves screaming at Claudio’s every movement, intermission began. The posing routines would start in three hours. Rin watched a small crowd of reporters hurtle toward Claudio as he strutted backstage, grinning like he owned the world.

“You know,” Devin said with a smirk, “with very little effort, I could make it so big Claudio gets exactly what’s coming to him. A twiddle of my fingers, a little fairy magic, and I could make karma hit him BIG time.”

Rin shrugged. “I’m not actually sure if he’s a bad guy or not,” he said. “I’ve never talked to him. I guess I’m just jealous.”

“Well!” Devin said with a grin, clapping his thick hands together, “with that in mind, fairy magic is perfect for exacting petty curses on the undeserving! Just say the word and I’ll unleash a little mayhem and ruin big Claudio’s day!”

Rin shrugged. A sliver of him believed Devin, while the rest of him felt like humoring the little tank.

“Okay, fine. Do it up. Ruin Claudio’s day.”

Devin snapped his stubby fingers and for a moment the air actually felt electric.

“Did you actually… do something?” Rin said, looking around.

“Shh, listen to the interview.”

Claudio was droning on in his deep, rumbling voice--”...just hard work and consistency, bring my best to the stage. Doesn’t matter if I’m at a local show or the Mr. Olympia, I just always want to be better than I was before, and in the future--”

The big guy suddenly winced and swallowed hard. He cleared his throat, then reassumed his confident smirk. “--in the future I…” But his voice sounded higher, as if someone had autotuned him up a few notes. The reporters looked at each other, confused. Claudio continued: “I just have my sights set on…” With every few words his voice pitched higher and higher. “...on the big times. Today I’ll take my pro card…” Now his voice came out as a heliumesque squeak: “...tomorrow I’ll show the professionals that they’ve… uh, they’ve… got some serious competition… to deal with…”

The massive man sounded like a cartoon chipmunk, and the reporters were starting to giggle at him. All Claudio’s confidence deflated from his enormous body. If his tan hadn’t been so dark, they would have probably seen a full-body blush on the gigantic man.

“Claudio,” said one of the reporters, struggling to get the interview back on track, “who are your bodybuilding inspirations?”

“Ronnie Coleman,” Claudio squeaked, swallowing again as if that would change the situation. “...and Jay Cutler, uh…” He took a step back. “...Flex… Lewis…” He put a hand up, pushing a microphone out of the way. “Interview’s over!” he chirped like a cartoon character, a shocking sound coming out of the hulking behemoth. Every bodybuilder backstage turned as he lumbered off, the reporters laughing to themselves as they played back recordings of his shrill voice.

“How was that?” Devin said, snickering. Rin’s eyes were wide, so Devin gave him a slap on his oiled-up glutes. “People are gonna think Mr. Bigstuff there is a little kid when he talks to them on the phone! ‘Excuse me little lady, can you put your daddy on?’ “ Devin doubled over with laughter.

“How…” Rin said, blinking in shock. “I mean, did you do that? Did that happen because of you?”

Devin rolled his eyes and his cannonball shoulders. “Didn’t I just explain? And you asked me to do it! I tell ya, you give someone just what they want and they look at you like you’re bananas…”

Word spread quickly about big Claudio’s squeaky new voice. Someone caught him on the phone with a doctor in the bathroom. He squeezed his massive bulk into a stall to get some privacy, standing on the toilet (which creaked under his weight) but the others huddled around, listening to his squeaky cartoonish tirade, giggling the whole time. When he finally burst from the stall, all the other competitors were pointing and laughing.

“I’ll fucking squash you!” he squeaked, causing them to laugh even more. He flexed his mass and punched the wall, leaving a MASSIVE hole, but the chirpy voice disrupted any intimidation his size gave off.

By the time the second half of the show began, Rin was desperate for a cheeseburger. He did his routine to heavy applause.

“Great work out there!” Devin said, giving Rin a friendly elbow in his veiny, dark brown 8-pack.

“Thanks,” Rin said. “You're going to blow them away out there?”

Devin slapped his hands together and rubbed them with a devious sneer. “I dunno, bud, I don’t feel like we did enough to be Claudio back there. The splash I want to make is during big beefsteak’s routine!” The two looked back at the cowering hulk, avoiding reporters and other competitors trying to get him to talk.

“What else could we do?” Rin asked. Devin winked.

“I’ve got a plan, I just need you to cosign on it. Shall I ruin the big guy’s reputation during his routine?”

Rin nodded. He felt giddy, knowing that something was actually going to happen!

Of course, the audience erupted when it was Claudio’s turn to go out there and show his stuff. The unflappable confidence he’d displayed during prejudging was gone. He stared at the ground, feigning a smile as he took his spot on the stage.

Meanwhile, the competitors backstage had gathered at the edges to peer in on him. All those who had worshipped him earlier in the day had turned to mocking the big brute.

His posing routine was mind blowing--flawlessly executed, displaying his titanic development in a way that seemed like true poetry in motion. For just a moment Rin’s resentment faded and he felt that this man was the truest expression of a bodybuilder he had ever seen!

Then he glanced down to see Devin waggling a serpentine tongue as he reached out his fingers and snapped.

Big Claud had turned around to hit a lat spread that made him look like a commercial jet when it happened. The crowd gasped, then Claud’s strong posturing faltered. He wobbled, losing his composure for a moment like he’d been stung by a tiny insect or something. He looked around, confused, then resumed his routine.

At first it was hard to notice, but as Claud hit a stunning side chest pose, the big shiny purple-clad basket quivered on its own before slowly shriveling in size.

Because the posers shrank with it, most thought it was a trick of the light or an optical illusion, but as he continued, the big man’s powerful sneer dissolving into an embarrassed grimace, his big cock kept shrinking away. The crowning moment of his routine, an abdominal-thigh pose, left his diminishing manhood on display for everyone to see as what used to be the size of a large fruit basket became no bigger than a couple of grapes.

The crowd erupted in laughter. Claudio thundered off the stage, barreling through the crowds of mocking competitors who watched big Claudio’s organ shrivel to a tiny little acorn and two raisins right before their eyes.

“Too much?” Devin said with a smirk.

Rin’s delighted smile gave away how much he had enjoyed watching that. “I guess it was just the right amount!” he said.

Claudio won his class, of course, despite the tiny little dicklet he now sported. Devin won the heavyweight as well. When it was time to for all the weight class winners to posedown for the overall, Claudio came out in basketball shorts.

It was clearly down to Devin and Claudio, and as the two edged each other out for the judges’ attention--Claudio trying to push past his prior humiliation to win the pro card he so desperately deserved--Devin turned around and yanked down Claudio’s shorts. The big beast had taken off his posers, leaving his tiny little nub bare for the judges and the whole audience to see.

Claudio stumbled backward, yanking up his shorts and fleeing the stage. He shouldered open a fire exit and ran to his car, peeling out. Devin ended up winning the overall by default.

“Looks like I’m a pro-bodybuilder now!” Devin said, high-fiving Rin as he walked off stage.

The next day, videos of Claudio’s shriveling cock and balls were accompanied with the headline, “Steroid abuse causes severe side effects!”

A show on ESPN took a good ten minutes to mock the practically-dickless behemoth, the video playing on repeat behind them. They took a call from a FURIOUS viewer who claimed they had no right to mock the big man--but whoever called in sounded like they huffed helium or something.

“Maybe call back when your balls drop!”

The caller hung up with a stream of squeaky profanities.