Reverse Hulk Part 2

Antoine had been to PJ Braun’s house so many times that he didn’t need to wait to be let in. At the gate, he punched in the code and walked to the front door confidently. PJ greeted them in a dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar and loosened tie. He sipped from a glass of brown liquor and smiled at the two bodybuilders on his doorstep.

“Gentlmen! C’mon in. We’re still waiting for our guest of honor to arrive.” He motioned the two inside.

Antoine and Regan glanced at each other. “Who’s this ‘guest’?” Antoine asked. Regan just shrugged.

It was clear PJ’s bodybuilding days were long behind him. He was still a large man, thickly built and filling out his oversized dress clothes nicely, but his face carried significant booze weight and he looked soft around the middle (compared to Antoine and Regan that is). It didn’t seem to bother him. With a mansion as grandiose as the one he invited them into, he was clearly doing fine without the competitive lifestyle.

“So,” Antoine said as they crossed the foyer, “you said you were going to be enacting some changes for our contracts.”

PJ smiled and slapped Antoine on the back. “Big guy, just relax. Hasn’t our professional relationship been mutually beneficial up until now? We’ll discuss the nitty gritty later. Later on we’re going to have a signing party for the new Blackstone Labs athlete. We’ll all have a blast, trust me. Until then, why don’t you and Regan drop your stuff in the guest room and take a nap or something? If you want to workout, you know where the gym is. If you’re hungry, help yourself to the kitchen.”

PJ’s cheshire grin made Antoine’s stomach clench. For years he had taken PJ’s goodwill at face value, so much so that he signed a contract without even reading it. Antoine couldn’t help but flash back to the look on PJ’s face when Antoine first got injected with that nasty chemical. Antoine remembered feeling his body starting to diminish for the first time, the whole room growing around him. The look on PJ’s face back then had been haunting, to say the least. His eyes were wide, as if he were delighted to watch Antoine wither into a scrawny little guy without even knowing how or why.

“So who’s the new athlete?” Antoine asked Regan as they put their bags away.

“No idea,” Regan said. “From what PJ said, it’s a pretty big name in the industry.”

Antoine shrugged his massive shoulders. “Does that mean in the sport of bodybuilding or in the fitness industry in general? Could be some Instagram celebrity or something.”

“I don’t think it matters,” Regan said. “Until our contract is up, we have a job to do.”

Antoine grabbed Regan by his huge arms. “Listen, man, it does matter. You know what PJ’s going to do to this guy. You know what’s going to happen. We can’t just sit here and watch it happen to someone else.”

Regan looked sadly at the ground.

“You can feel it in your right now, can’t you?” Antoine said. “Deep down you can feel that it’s going to happen again. You’re going to change, and you’re going to do things you regret forever even though you don’t want to, and then it’s going to happen again. Are your changes coming more frequently now? Because they are for me.”

Regan exhaled deeply. “My last two changes were only ten days apart,” he said sadly. He looked down at himself as if to check if his muscles were still there. He patted his pecs and squeezed them, then flexed his arms. “You know, I have a name for myself when I’m small. It helps me to feel like I’m someone else when I’m like that.” He took a deep breath. “It’s Sammy. I can’t believe I just admitted that to someone else.”

Antoine put a supportive hand on Regan’s shoulder. “It’s okay, big man. I know what we’ve been through… it’s a lot. What PJ did to us… it’s not forever. It will be over soon, I promise.”

They heard a loud DING and spun around. A small screen on the wall lit up with PJ’s face. Antoine wasn’t surprised at the high-tech intercom. PJ had his home wired like it was a Star Trek ship.

“Boys, I hope you’re finding your accommodations suitable,” he said. He was sipping a new glass of alcohol.

Antoine chuckled. “PJ, you seem like a James Bond villain sometimes.”

PJ nodded slowly. “Antoine, my boy, that’s exactly how I feel a lot of the time. I didn’t interrupt any deep conversations between the two of you, did I?”

Antoine froze. He wondered if PJ had the house wired so he could spy on any room at any time. Then he felt empowered. PJ’s advantage here came not from the signed legal document but from the fact that Antoine and Regan were unwilling to speak out about what they’d gone through.

“Well,” Antoine said, “we were curious who this new athlete was going to be. And with how up front you were with him about what would be happening to him.”

PJ stared at Antoine through the intercom for several unblinking seconds. “I’m worried, Antoine, that you or Mr. Grimes there may be unhappy with your current arrangement with my company.”

Antoine shook his head. “You didn’t tell us what that chemical would do to us.”

“What, you mean ‘saved your careers?’” PJ said. “You were fading into obscurity when I scooped you up. Now you’re set for the Olympia stage next year and you’re making more money than ever. And let’s be honest, gentlemen, the answers were all there in your contracts. You’re the idiots who refused to read them.”

Antoine’s fists balled up. “Yeah, they were there--buried in legal mumbo-jumbo!”

Regan grabbed Antoine to calm him down but Antoine pulled away.

“No!” he said. “It’s time we said something! What you did to us… what we’ve gone through… it’s cruel. It’s inhumane. And I’m not going to stand by while you do it to someone else!”

PJ shrugged. He took a long, loud sip of his drink and then clinked the ice cubes around. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, Antoine. Here I thought us getting rich and you getting back into the elite level of bodybuilding again were worth anything. I didn’t want to have to demonstrate this, but you’ve pushed my hand. ‘Lenticular.’ “

Antoine shook his head. What the hell was that last word all about? But before he could react, he heard a soft, feminine moan next to him.

He turned to see Regan gone--or rather, deflated. Gone was the massive pro-bodybuilder. In his place stood a tiny guy, maybe 5 feet tall and just over a hundred pounds. He had Regan’s face, sort of. It was on a much smaller head with softer features. Regan’s short crew cut was now a small mop of brown curls falling around his face. He batted long eyelashed and pouted full lips as his skinny hands ran over his small but sensuous frame, resting finally on his big--compared to the rest of him, anyway--ass. He moaned again, his posture starting to deflate. Antoine knew that expression: need. Regan’s change had happened so quickly, he had gone straight to the phase of horny desperation. His whole body was super-sensitive now, the nerves deep in his ass tingling like he had a thousand ants up there. Antoine knew by the dopey look on poor Regan’s face, the little man was overcome by a horny fog, unable to put two thoughts together that didn’t add up to him getting fucked hard, soon.

“How the fuck…” Antoine said quietly.

“Please… oh god, please,” Regan said, his voice just a whisper. He reached for Antoine’s big arm, his little hand so small he couldn’t even reach around it. “Please, Antoine, fuck me…”

PJ cleared his throat. “You didn’t know you each have a trigger word, did you? Any time you hear it, your transformation goes into overdrive. Sorry, boys. I have to keep you on a short leash. I’ll keep your trigger word under wraps, Antoine for now. You can keep Regan’s as a gift, have your own little fuck toy whenever you want, just like I do!” He chuckled. “Oh, and just a heads up, a bunch of oversized bodybuilders will be on their way over soon and they’re expecting two giant men here, not a scrawny little cock-addicted wimp. So Antoine, are you going to take care of your buddy there? Or should I send up some size XXS posers for him to parade around in?”

Antoine was thankful the intercom switched off; he was about to say something he would regret. PJ truly had them in his power.

Only one strap of Regan’s tank top still hung on his narrow shoulder. The rest of it hung down on him like a ludicrously oversized dress. Regan reached up and grabbed his nipples, gritting his teeth at the overwhelming sensation. He arched his back and thrust his ass back at nothing, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Get over here,” Antoine said, grabbing Regan’s little had in his hand and yanking the shrunken bodybuilder toward him. Just the smell of the little guy, like sweet sweat and baby powder, was making Antoine’s mouth water. He knew it was just a side effect of the transformation: their shrunken bodies released pheromones that made stronger men want to fuck them. He tried to remember that as he easily forced his weakened buddy to his knees and dropped his shorts.

Antoine couldn’t believe how hard he was all of a sudden. Regan’s mouth wasn’t big enough to take all of Antoine’s big dick so he just sucked the head and a couple of inches while he twisted the base with his big meaty hands. Regan, unable to get through without any attention to his ass, reached around and fingered himself furiously, desperate for something in his whole.

Antoine tried to think of women while he did this, but all he could think of was PJ shrunken. Jay Cutler, little and cute and blonde and shaking his ass provocatively. Petite little Phil Heath, 98 pounds soaking wet, batting his full lips and asking for a big dick to ride. Dennis Wolf completely deflated wearing a revealing little speedo while he jacked the dicks of two full-sized bodybuilders flanking him.

Holy shit, Antoine thought, PJ should do a calendar of miniaturized musclemen. Fuck, what a hot idea, he thought.

Then he came. He grabbed the back of Regan’s head and held him tight, making sure to get every drop inside the little guy. Regan slurped it all down greedily, filling his gut. Before Antoine was done cumming, Regan was full-sized again, bottomless but stretching his tank top to the limits again. Antoine pulled out of his mouth with a pop that embarrassed both of them. Regan wiped the cum from his lips and turned around, getting dressed again.

“Thank you,” Regan said.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Antoine said. “Don’t be ashamed. I… liked it.”

“I did too,” Regan said. It took nerve for Antoine to look into Regan’s eyes at that moment. They shared something, a mutual recognition of a burden each of them bore. They were each changing, something essential in their beings shifting, and they each hated themselves for enjoying the change. It felt good to finally be in the room with someone who understood.

PJ summoned them to the billiards room when as the guests were arriving. Their host seemed to have a boozy glow as he escorted massive bodybuilders into the room. First was Craig Golias, a human blimp of massive muscle in a skimpy tank top and a sideways baseball cap.

“Saaaaaaahhhp!” he said at the top of his lungs as he roughly shoved Regan and slapped Antoine in the shoulder. Craig was massive, not taken seriously by the competitive crowd but physically the size of Antoine and Regan squashed together. Antoine nodded at him politely, but hoped this gigantic clown would leave them alone for the night.

PJ brought big Steve Kuclo into the room along with the even bigger Jeff Long. “Here we go, boys,” PJ said as he introduced them. “Both from Texas. You boys know these fucking giants, right?”

“Are these all sponsored athletes?” Antoine asked Regan quietly as the meaty men helped themselves to drinks and started games of pool.

“I know who Jeff is,” Regan said. “I don’t know about Steve. And it would be weird for Craig to be sponsored. He’s just a big gimmick.”

When thick Nick Trigili walked in the room, he immediately made eye contact with Antoine and started walking right toward him. Antoine grumbled. The two had “had beef” on social media recently and it hadn’t been resolved.

“Big Antoine Vaillant, my man,” Nick said in his deep voice. Nick’s bodybuilding leanness was long gone, his impressive musculature swallowed up by layers of fat and lots of water weight. He was a big bloated mess and barely resembled the up-and-coming star he used to be.

Antoine decided to be polite. “Nick, it’s good to see you,” he said. Looking as dumpy and out-of-shape as he did, there was no way Nick was on PJ’s weird drug. But what the fuck was he doing here?

“Gentlemen, may I introduce to you our guest of honor,” PJ said loudly as he brought the last invitee into the room: big, beautiful, blonde Joey Swoll. The massive, vascular athlete strutted into the room in a tight cut-off and short shorts, showing off his huge veiny arms and legs that exploded with lean muscle.

Every big athlete in the room applauded at Joey, who pumped his fist in the air at the applause.

“Gentlemen, Mr. Swoll here just signed with Blackstone Labs and we’ve given him his first dose of our new super-compound that’s going to make this already mindblowing physique freakier than you can even imagine!”

Antoine’s heart sank. Did Joey have any idea what was coming? He wished he had a chance to warn the guy. Now it was too late. He made a point to reach out to Joey soon to give him some tips, maybe make the whole experience easier. For a moment he imagined what Joey was going to look like changed. He felt his dick jump. He tried to push that image out of his head.

“Holy shit,” Joey said, looking around at the crowd gathered in his honor. “Is every guy here a signed Blackstone athlete?” he asked.

“Well, to be honest,” PJ said as Craig, Steve and Nick gathered around him, “every guy here is in business with me in some way or another. But only a select few of you have been given Blackstone Labs’ patented Compound X--that’s shot I just gave you upstairs after you signed your papers. The rest are here for… other reasons.”

Joey froze, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “Holy… shit…” he said, breathless. “I think I gotta… sit down.”

“No,” PJ said, holding him upright by his thick lats. “Stay standing. I want everyone to see this.”

Suddenly Antoine could feel it. The tingling had started, from up in his ass, sweeping over his body. Holy shit, he thought. He was going to change right now! In front of all of these guys! He had to get out of there. He turned to see a similar look of panic on Regan’s face. Across the room, Jeff had the same experession. Antoine wasn’t sure, but Jef’s blocky face looked softer all of a sudden.

“What the…” Joey put his big hands to his muscular ass. “I… I’ve never… Whoa!” He lurched like something had bit him.

“Real sensitive up there, isn’t it?” PJ said, reaching down and massaging Joey’s ass.

“Hey, fucking quit that…” Joey said, but his body language belied his words: he leaned into the touch, his head turning as he tried to process the new sensations in his body.

In a blink, Joey--as tall as PJ and much, much more massive--was gone, his shorts around his ankles, his cut-off like a tent around him. Suddenly he looked into PJ’s gut, the whole room (and all the massive athletes in it) suddenly gigantic to him. The look of shock on Joey’s face faded to one of dull wonder. Antoine knew what that was: his needs were cranking up. He was getting hungry for dick, for the first time, and loving it.

The same thing was happening to Antoine. He didn’t even have time to react. Suddenly he was small. He turned to see Nick, now twice the size of him, grinning down at him.

Regan stumbled across the room, tripping over the huge pants his feet were now caught in, and stumbled forward. His narrows body slid right through the neck hole of his shirt and he found himself suddenly naked. He shivered in the cold room, suddenly exposed in front of all of these giants. The massive shadow he stood in was cast by Craig Golias’ freaky body. Regan’s eyes almost popped out of his head as Craig approached him, licking his lips.

“Fuck, Regan, looking cute as hell there, little guy!”

Across the room, Steve Kuclo grabbed Jeff Long (now a little wimp with dark, shaggy hair and a bubble butt) and hoisted him easily into the air with one hand. “Holy shit!” he said. “Jeff, you’re lighter than my warmup set now!”

“That’s it, boys,” PJ said. He rubbed his hand behind Joey’s ear and watched the little man melt at the contact. “To the real Blackstone athletes, I give you your gift: a little sex slave for the next year.” He pulled a strange device from his pocket and grabbed at Joey’s diminished little dick. In one quick move he had Joey’s dick locked up tight. Joey grabbed at the cock cage and jiggled it, then moaned and licked his lips.

“I don’t get… what’s happening to me…” Joey said as he stared at the growing bulge in PJ’s pants with a growing intensity.

“It’s simple,” PJ said. “The compound I gave all you little bitches had a flaw in it. You get big but occasionally turn into little horny sex toys. Next level tech, to be honest. It would blow your mind if I explained it to you.”

Nick pulled Antoine close to him with one arm. With the other, he forced Antoine’s head into his big, sweaty pit. “Smell that pit, Antoine. Smell my fucking sweat, little man. You’re gonna fall in love with my stink, you little bitch!” In a quick move he had Antoine’s dick locked up as well. He slid the key in his pocket and flexed a thick arm, pulling Antoine’s face toward it.

Antoine felt hypnotized by Nick’s smell. His dick was struggling to get hard (all two inches of it) but the cage would let it. That just made the horniness rise, the desperation to get his ass stuffed full hitting astronomical levels. As much as he hated Nick, as much as seconds ago he had thought to himself what a disgusting pig Nick had bloated into, now he couldn’t help but want to explore every inch of this man. He wanted to bathe Nick with his tongue. He couldn’t wait to find out what Nick’s cum tasted like.

“See, we’ve all had the new and improved formula,” PJ said as little Joey started grinding his ass against PJ’s still clothed groin. “So while a single load of cum would turn you back into your big strong selves for awhile, our cum actually won’t change you one bit. You’ll stay this horny and little and we’ll just get bigger and bigger. Wait until you see the size we pack on--especially big Craig over there!”

Craig didn’t acknowledge the shout-out. He had already dropped his pants and was fucking little Regan like he was a fleshlight. Regan seemed to be loving every minute of it, too. His big pecs flexed and jiggled as he pumped away.

Steve threw little Jeff over his shoulder and then tossed him down on the pool table. PJ had actually fixed a collar around little Joey’s neck and led him into the house on a leash. Joey walked along, his eyes showing surprise at the sudden turn of events but still willingly following PJ around.

“Tell me what you really think of me now, little man,” Nick said with a smile. He fed one sausage-thick finger into Antoine’s mouth. Antoine thought he might explode from joy. He knew there was nothing he could do: he was Nick’s property right now. And he didn’t hate it. He couldn’t wait to see the ways he was going to get to serve his big master. He couldn’t wait to see Nick growing bigger and freakier, getting to worship all that developing next-level muscle while Nick dumped load after load in him.

All thoughts of escaping his contract had left the shrunken athlete. Antoine followed Nick Trigili into the house willingly, embracing the idea of being his property from now on.