Thorsteinn's Big Comeback

Dick took a look around the shabby trailer as Erik invited him in. The cramped living quarters stunk like a gym bag. Dick stepped over empty Muscle Milk bottles and shaker cups scattered across the floor. Erik had a big mixing bowl full of scrambled eggs next to a big mixing bowl full of cream of wheat. He was eating each with an oversized spoon.

“Glad you could meet with us, Mr. Thorsteinn,” Dick said. He shook Erik’s hand.

“Please,” Erik said in his deep, husky voice. “Call me Erik.” He scooped some cream of wheat into his mouth. A dollop spilled from his lips and dribbled down his bloated man-tits.

“So what we’re offering you here is a chance to not only revitalize your career but launch it into the stratosphere.”

“Career doesn’t need any help,” Erik said, swatting a strand of greasy blonde hair from his face. “I do big webcam shows every day. That’s how I pay for all this.” He gestured to his home.

“The thing is,” Dick said, careful how he broached this topic, “we’ve got access to a new drug that could… rejuvenate your physique.”

“Gear?” Erik said, perking up. “New stuff? What’s it called?”

“It’s not steroids,” Dick explained. He slid his glasses up his nose and prepared to put things into the simplest terms possible. “It’s going to remake you on a cellular level, top to bottom. It will unlock your hidden potential at a level you’ve never known before. Picture the best shape of your life.”

“I’ve been in the best shape of my life for 20 years straight,” Erik said. He swallowed some eggs and hit a double biceps pose. His arms were thick tubes that wobbled as he moved. He still had beefy shoulders but raising his arms like that made the large gyno lumps beneath his nipples stand out. It looked like he had fat, sloppy pecs with little titties pasted on to the end of them. He rubbed his hands over his stretch marks and belched loudly. Egg and spittle sprayed out. Dick pulled his glasses off and wiped them clean.

“Well, prepare to touch levels you’ve never known before. This drug isn’t exactly… legal… or tested… but we’ve seen a few trials and the results are amazing. And once this stuff hits you, we want full rights to show your pics, videos and webcam shows.” Dick grinned widely. “You’re going to make a LOT of money, Mr. Thorsteinn.”

Erik paused, putting a finger to his chin as he dramatically mimed thinking. “I dunno,” he said slowly. “My fans love this exact package. They want every inch of big me. I don’t know if I can change this up after they’ve been so loyal for so many years…”

Dick slid a folded piece of paper across the grimy table. Erik belched again and then opened it. “Well, now,” he said, his eyes perking up. “That’s a lot of zeros. You have yourself a deal.”

“Make sure you read the fine print,” Dick affirmed, his eyes narrowing, but Erik just shrugged.

“Never been much for reading. Give me that drug and let’s make some sexy videos!”

*

“Honestly, he’s got a personality like a John Wayne wannabe,” Dick explained to Connor, the young actor who was going to be starring alongside Erik in the videos. Connor was 5’10” tall, lean and ripped to shreds like he’d never eaten a carb in his life. He had a pretty face and dark cropped hair, perfect for a muscle worship video. “But his body is a real dumpster. Like he passed his prime but nobody told him. He’s really… orange and jiggly.” Dick smirked at his description.

Connor was confused. “So you want me to… What, fuck him? What are we doing here?”

Erik strutted in the studio door at that moment. He was wearing just a plaid vest and some cut-off jean shorts he couldn’t quite get buttoned. His strut looked more like a waddle but it had more confidence than any of them had ever seen in a man before. Connor’s eyes went wide.

“He looks like a butterball turkey,” Connor whispered. Dick elbowed him.

“Ready to flex!” Erik announced. He took off his vest in a dramatic gesture and tossed it at Connor, who swatted it aside. “This my costar? Glad to meet you. You’ve got a hell of a body, buddy! Nice and lean. You ever want to put on some size? I could give you some tips.”

Connor eyed Erik’s gut and said, “Nah, y’know… I think I’m all good.”

“Did they give you your shot?” Dick asked as the camera and sound guys started setting up.

Erik rubbed his chubby glute and winced. “Damn, that shit hurt. And I’m a three shots a week kind of guy! All the scar tissue back there, I’m surprised there was any nerves left.”

“Great,” Dick said. “Let’s get rolling. Erik, you stand over here. Connor, I want you kneeling and rubbing oil over Erik’s body.”

Connor hesitated for a moment. He looked at Erik’s sloppy physique, then over at Dick, then back at Erik. “Are you… are you serious?”

“C’mon, buddy,” Erik growled in his sultry voice. He made his pecs bounce but they just looked like jiggling flab.

Connor rolled his eyes and got into position as the cameras started rolling. At first it looked like they were filming a gainer porn, although Erik brought so much big dick energy Connor was almost turned on by the whole thing. Then something happened.

Erik’s eyes suddenly sprang open. “Shit! All of a sudden I feel… GREAT! Keep rolling, fellas!”

His physique tightened up almost instantly. All of the roid-flab he’d accumulated all of the years dissolved as his skin shrink-wrapped his physique. His blotchy orange tan dissolved, then darkened into a deep brown hue as the acne across his back cleared up. Even the stretch marks across his pecs faded away.

“Damn! Lost the stretchies,” Erik said, rubbing his now smooth and rock-solid pecs. “My fans are gonna flip. Those things were my trademarks!”

Connor couldn’t believe his eyes, but he eagerly slathered oil on his hands so he could put more attention into this sudden hunk.

Erik grunted--and suddenly the quads Connor was oiling started to rise up and out of his reach. Erik was growing! Not only getting taller, all of his muscles were expanding as well. He hit a double biceps pose, then spun around and did a lat spread. Then he repeated the two poses, now nearly double the size he was the first time he did them.

Connor was rock-hard, his cock bouncing as he ran his hands over this muscular giant.

Erik had grown from 5’8” tall to a massive 6’4” and he looked to be in the high 200s of weight--all of it rock-hard, veiny muscle.

“Looks like my boys downstairs are coming back too!” Erik said. His jean shorts, now loose around his narrowed waist but splitting apart at the bottom from his growing quads, sagged down a bit. With one huge hand he ripped them off, revealing a half-hard 9-inch cock and two low-hanging balls the size of peaches. “Fuck, I’ve had little tic-tacs since I started juicing at 16. This drug is great!”

“Fuck yeah,” moaned Connor. “Fuck me please,” he said, unable to get enough of this enlarging, smoky-voice muscle god in front of him. “God damn, fuck me now, please sir.”

Erik grinned. He wielded all of his newfound muscle as if he’d had it for years. “You can call me… God…” he growled. A spurt of precum fired from Connor’s steel cock at that moment, spattering across Erik’s overgrown quad. The huge muscle giant wiped the cum from his leg with one thick finger and raised it to his lips. “Damn, slave. You taste… Good.”

Barely a minute later, Connor was suspended in midair, skewered by Erik’s cock as the big beast flexed behind him. Connor moaned not just from the discomfort of being split in half by this huge cock but from the fact that he was facing away, and for all his struggles he couldn’t spin around to see the big beautiful man dominating him like this.

*

They planned another shoot two weeks later but Erik didn’t show. Dick’s assistant said the muscle hunk hadn’t said much on the phone, just that he couldn’t come in and, “wasn’t feeling well” but he wouldn’t say more. She said he sounded hoarse, like he had a cold.

“Goddammit,” Dick said. “Probably looking to bail on his contract. Let’s just go to his shitty trailer and do this shit there.” Connor was more than willing to go along for the ride.

The front door to the trailer was wide open but Dick couldn’t find Erik inside. They heard a rustling out back and went to see an overturned trashcan. Erik’s muscular legs stuck out. The rest of him was fully immersed in the barrel, grunting loudly.

“What the shit?” Dick asked.

“Hey Erik!” Connor called. The big man, half in a garbage can, suddenly froze. “I was hoping to do a shoot with you today man. Fuck, I’ve been jerking off all week thinking about you.” Connor moaned and grabbed his nipples, which had suddenly gone erect. “You gonna make me wait out here?”

Erik pulled out of the trashcan and stood up. Dick and Connor both gasped.

He had shrunk back to his 5’8” height. While he had kept the basic physique the rejuvenation drugs had given him, a thick layer of flab, collecting in a massive pile on Erik’s waist, hung down. He looked like a beefy bear of a man, still sexy, but by no means the bodybuilder stud he had been the week before.

Most shocking was his face. His nose had pushed out into a piggish little snout. He had tusks protruding from his mouth. He couldn’t help but grunt with every breath.

“What… happened?” Connor asked as he walked forward. Erik grinned through his piggy muzzle.

“Hey--oink-oink… Hey guys! How are you… oink… doin?” He slowly flexed his arms over his head. “Looks good, doesn’t it?”

Admittedly, his arms had still improved greatly from when Dick had first seen him, but now they looked like they were retaining water. He looked like a beer-swilling powerlifter and a sow had a baby. And that snout wouldn’t stop oinking.

“I’m guessing this is a side effect of that drug you guys gave me,” Erik said. He didn’t seem unhappy.

“God, Erik,” Dick said. “I’m so… so sorry!”

“I’m--oink oink--I’m not!” Erik said. “I’ve never been happier! Sure it was nice being a big hulk and all, but this is better! My body just feels…” He sanks his hands into the soft layer of fat over his muscles. “...just good. Nice and comfy. Like I just want to cuddle, y’know? And all I want to do is eat trash, which is great, because I’ve got a lot of it around here…” Suddenly his piggy snout started twitching. Erik looked suddenly focused as he followed a smell. He walked straight at Connor, sniffing and oinking around him, before dropping down to his knees.

“Damn,” Erik grunted. “Your cock--oink--smells… so fucking---oink oink--tasty. You mind if I--would it be oink.. Oink… o-okay, I mean, if you… Could I--oink oink--suck it?”

Connor looked at Dick, then down at the piggified stud on his knees before him. “It may sound weird but I really want him to…” Connor said.

“Let’s get him back to the studio,” Dick said. “I bet there’s an audience for this. We’ll get some good piggy vids and we’ll do one of him shifting back after we give him the Rejuve shot again.”

They had to make a trail of apple cores and potato chips to get Erik to follow them to the car.

Back at the studio, they made videos of their piggy musclestud on all knees, his curly-q tail bouncing as he ate a pie off the floor without using his hands while Connor fucked him from behind. They did videos of Connor licking whipped cream off each of Erik’s 8 nipples, and of course one of Erik gobbling at Connor’s dick like it was a succulent treat.

After the shot, Erik’s tusks receded, all but 2 of his nipples vanished and his snout morphed back into his studly human face. He grew back to 6’4”, rippling with massive muscle again, and used Connor as a human cocksleeve, much to Connor’s delight.

*

“So you think he’s pigged out again?” Connor said as he and Dick headed to Erik’s trailer to find out why their muscle model hadn’t shown up again.

“The drug is untested,” Dick said. “So there’s a good chance there’s a boatload of side effects we didn’t count on.”

“Good thing to know,” Connor said. “I was thinking about asking for a shot, but I think I’m all set.” He covered his face and glanced in the back seat at the two barrels of ripe garbage they brought just to tempt Erik with if they needed to persuade him to come with them.

They entered Erik’s trailer to find him there--still human, but half his size. Just under three feet, he was at crotch-level to his two visitors. Connor wasn’t disappointed by this new development. He had the proportions of a dwarf: chubby face and hands; thick, unwieldly (but just as muscular) limbs; overall, a stumpy little musclebody. Every step was a clumsy waddle around.

“Glad you guys made it,” Erik said. “My phone’s up there on that high shelf,” he said, pointing up to the top shelf in his kitchen where Erik’s phone and keys sat. “I just couldn’t reach it. I tried stacking chairs but...It’s tough navigating this place at this size.”

He had a wash-cloth pinned around his waist as a sort of loin cloth but wore nothing else. Connor went to hide his rising erection--but then decided to let it show.

“Erik, I’m so sorry,” Dick said. “I think you’ll find in the fine print of the contract you signed that we weren’t aware of the effects of the drug beyond—”

“Honestly? I really dig being this size!” Erik said. His voice was squeaky like he’d huffed helium, but he still spoke with a sexy drawl. Connor was getting hornier by the minute. “Seriously, I feel stronger than ever--even though things are a lot bigger now. My whole body’s heavy as fuck, super dense, y’know? Makes me want to just… get tossed around. Man, I’d love that.”

Connor licked his lips.

“And have you seen my dick?” He pulled the “loin-cloth” aside to reveal a dick that hadn’t shrunk at all. It was practically a third leg on the guy. “I’ve never been so well hung!”

“We’re definitely filming him like this, right?” Connor asked. Dick nodded.

“I’d love to join you guys but I’m in the middle of a workout,” Erik said. He waddled out back and showed them a couple of tree trunks he was squatting and pressing overhead.

Connor easily lifted one up with one hand. “This is like… nothing.”

Erik gritted his teeth. “Fine, then. I’ll try two!”

“We’re going to the studio,” Dick affirmed.

“I told you, I’m in the middle of my—”

Connor reached down and grabbed little Erik by his stumpy legs and yanked him in the air. He swung and cursed and struggled as they walked him back into the car. Connor sat little Erik on his lap and sternly told him, “Now, you sit here and behave or I swear to god we’re going to do a spanking video when we get back to the studio.”

Erik’s face blushed. He looked up at Connor, who was easily twice his size now despite his densely packed musclebod, and leaned into Connor chest. “I gotta tell ya,” he squeaked, “I’ve never had a man so much bigger than me… and this close to me too. Tell me more about what you’re going to do to me?” His mini-bat of a dick sprang to attention. Connor ran a thumb along the ridge below its head, making little Erik swoon and moan in his shrill pipsqueaky voice.

Back at the studio, they filmed a spanking video, where Connor chased little Erik around the studio (easily, although he let Erik on his stumpy little legs get a headstart) and spanked his bulbous musclebutt until it glowed red. They did videos of Erik trying to wear normal-sized clothes that looked ridiculous on him, then a half-dozen vids of Erik and Connor wrestling. The little guy got pinned every time.

The last video, filmed just after the shot was given, showed Connor, about to pin Erik, suddenly struggling as the pint-sized muscle man suddenly exploded with size. Once again a hunky goliath, Erik easily pinned Connor, then stood him on his feet. “Let’s do that spanking thing again,” he said in a sexy whisper. “Daddy liked…”

Gigantic Erik bent over Connor’s knee once again. Connor nearly broke his hand trying to spank the mammoth glutes. Luckily they got every sensual swat captured on video.

*

“So you think it’ll be midget Erik again? Or pig Erik?” Connor said. Once again, Erik had ghosted them. Once again, they were headed out to his trailer.

“I’m hoping for something new, to be honest,” Dick said. “That’s why I brought the camera.”

Erik’s trailer door was wide open but he was nowhere to be found. They glanced around the place, calling his name, but heard no response. “Do you think maybe he vanished?” Connor asked.

“Maybe,” Dick thought, “maybe he turned into a helium balloon and floated off. Or maybe he turned into water and just sort of drained away.”

Connor’s face sank. “Are those things even possible?” Dick shrugged, but Connor decided to pursue the idea of a liquid Erik still in the house. He ran into Erik’s cramped trailer bathroom, pulling up the toilet seat.

“Erik? You in there?” he called at the water as if it would respond. He thought he heard something, faintly. “Erik?” he yelled.

It was coming from the shower. He pulled the mildewed curtain aside and saw a soft cock, with balls attached, lying on the floor of the shower. But nothing was connected to it. It looked as if Erik were underneath the trailer sticking his junk up through a hole in the floor.

“Holy shit!” Connor explained. But when he explored further, he realized it wasn’t a disembodied penis. Erik was attached--he was just miniscule in size.

“Jeez, I thought nobody would ever find me in here!” the tiny Erik said. He rested on his own penis in Connor’s hands like it was a life raft. He was only 3 inches tall, his almost twice his size soft. Needless to say, movement wasn’t possible.

“When did this happen?” Connor said. Dick had already started setting up the camera, but Connor was truly concerned for his transformed costar.

“Two days ago. I got smaller but my dick stayed the same size,” Erik said. He seemed out of breath. Living with a cock bigger than your body seemed to be quite a strain. “I kept shrinking and my cock… holy shit, did it get more sensitive. Every time I got littler, it was like… my cock took over! Sometimes my brain just goes blank and it’s like… I think I AM the cock, y’know? I think it’s taking over.”

“You’re still shrinking?” Connor asked. Little Erik nodded, his beautiful blonde hair flopping back and forth.

“I think it’s only a matter of time before I’m… all... gone…” Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Erik was gone, leaving only his cock behind. It suddenly got incredibly warm and sprang to attention, the balls tightening. Connor’s eyes went wide--he was dismayed that his beautiful muscle hunk just disappeared before his eyes like that, but the cock left behind really did feel like it had a mind of its own.

“Let’s get this,” Dick said. “I’ll roll some footage here, then we’ll bring it back to the studio.”

“But…” Connor gently caressed the dick, watching it get rock hard immediately. A little precum drooled from its end.

He imagined Erik’s brain still in there, unable to speak, just feeling every sensation magnified by a thousand.

“You’ve got yourself a living dildo,” Dick commanded, “and it’s the exact cock of the guy you’ve been lusting after for a couple months now. You’re like a kid in a candy store, Connor. Just have fun!”

He meant on camera of course, but Connor focused on the throbbing cock as if he was alone with it. He knew it was Erik now, and although his big hunky costar couldn’t respond, he wanted to give him all the pleasure he deserved.

And later on, when Erik got his shot, Connor imagined, the big hunky beast would fuck Connor like never before out of pure gratitude for all he had done when he was just a helpless, horny cock.