Untitled Size Theft/Drain Story

“Why are you even trying? Everyone knows birds can’t put on muscle,” Tybald heckled. He dropped his dumbbells with a loud clang, rattling the floor and startling the gym patrons in a wide radius around himself. The surly shark strode over to where a slender puffin laid on the bench, struggling to lift some of the smallest dumbbells in the gym. “Come on, I could lift that weight with just my pinkies!” To prove his point, the larger male grabbed the dumbbells out of Roman’s hands, making a show of how he could curl them with just his smallest fingers.

Roman truly was Tybald’s opposite. Where the puffin was shy and self-conscious, the shark was confident and cocky. Roman was a modest 5’2” tall and couldn’t have weighed more 100 pounds, soaking wet. Tybald, on the other hand, towered over other gym patrons at 7’10”. The rumor was that he’d been a professional bodybuilder before he got booted for doping. In any case, the huge male was lousy with muscle, hundreds of pounds of brawn stacked onto a broad, manly frame. The cleft between his thick, proud pecs was deep enough to lose an entire hand in. His round shoulders looked like bowling balls and his arms were thicker than most men’s legs, let alone a scrawny fellow like Roman. Even his forearms were veiny and powerful, thick with corded muscle. The shark had thunderous thighs and eight well-rounded abs that could have made the Statue of David weep in envy. He was truly a prime specimen of raw masculinity.

And yet even with so much to be proud of, the shark was picking on the smallest guy in the gym. The entire scene was witnessed by an immaterial spirit who happened to be passing through the gym. He watched with sympathy as the shark tormented the smaller male, seemingly without provocation.

With a sigh of frustration, Roman rose to his feet, walking in a wide berth around where Tybald continued to hurl abuse at him: “What, a little teasing and you give up? Come on man.” It wasn’t the first time he had come under Tybald’s wrath. In fact, it only seemed to be getting more common. The shark had taken a special interest in making fun of any attempts from the slim puffin to gain a resemblance of physical strength. Roman stalked off to the locker room. He tossed his clothes in his locker and grabbed out a bottle of soap, wandering over to the showers. The avian male chose a shower head and turned on the spray of water. As the water heated up and steam began to rise up where it hit the cool air, Roman grumbled under his breath, “I just wish someone could put him in his place.”

Roman’s plea did not go unheard. The steam coalesced into a shadowy, vaporous body, an ecto-mist materialized to answer the puffin’s request. Roman was about to step forward into the water when he was greeted by a ghastly, misty face! “Eep!” he cried out as he froze in place. Unfazed, the spirit spoke to him in a breezy voice: “Your wish is granted, living one. For the next 24 hours, you alone will have the power to right what is wrong.” And with those cryptic words, the spirit let the fog dissipate.

“W-wait!” the puffin cried out. “What do you mean?” But it was no use. Roman rubbed his eyes, looking around. No one else could have witnessed the scene. How could he know it had even occurred? The puffin let out a shiver and stepped underneath the spray of water. Even if he was losing his mind, he always felt better after a nice, hot shower. The puffin lathered soap into his sleek, glossy black and white feathers, loving the feeling of soap suds beneath his fingers. He was already feeling much better. He would just have to come back another day, maybe in the evenings when Tybald was less likely to be there.

As if on cue, a loud rumbling filled the locker room as the shark announced his entrance. “Hey squirt, I wasn’t done talking to you!” Seconds later, the huge, nearly eight-foot-tall shark filled Roman’s view at the entrance to the showers. Roman had never seen Tybald naked before, but now what a sight it was to behold! Genetics had clearly been very kind to the shark. The bulge in his shorts was always obscene, but Roman could never have imagined that Tybald was anywhere so huge as he seemed now. The shark’s balls were both several inches larger than basketballs, at what looked to be 14 inches wide apiece. His flaccid cock hung heavily over those balls, still swaying slightly from how he’d been walking. It was a full three feet long, totally soft, and thicker than even the broadest part of the shark’s unflexed bicep. “There you are, little guy! You thought you could hide in the showers, huh?”

“What? No, I—” Roman began. But he was cut off by a loud, raucous laughter filling the air. “Jesus dude, I figured you were small, but do you call that thing a cock?” Tybald asked, wiping a tear from his eye. He was staring directly at the puffin’s two soft inches, pulled tightly near his body above balls the size of cherries. Roman thought back to what the steam-ghost had said to him. He could right what was wrong. How was it right that an ass such as Tybald had such a massive cock and such huge muscles? He frowned. “Look, I’m tired of you bullying everyone,” Roman said. He could hear his own voice quivering and shaking as he tried to project more confidence than he felt. “Just stop. You’re not that big.”

As the puffin spoke, a jolt of cold electricity ran down the shark’s spine. What had caused the sudden change in demeanor in the little guy he was teasing? Something about how Roman spoke unsettled him. The puffin took a step forward and continued, “You don’t deserve a cock or balls that huge.” The cold chill Tybald had felt earlier focused on his junk. To his horror, he watched as his entire package seemed to draw inward a little bit, shrinking several inches. At the same time, the puffin’s formerly meager endowment pumped up larger until he had a proud five inches hanging from his crotch.

“And you don’t deserve such enormous muscles. They belong to someone who’s worked hard for them.” The shark felt his biggest pride, his immaculate musculature, diminish slightly as the puffin grew larger so that he looked like he belonged on the cover of a health magazine. He had the gentle bumps of abs now, along with a meatiness to his form that showed off his new fitness.

“You act high and mighty, like you’re better than everyone else just because you stand so much taller.” The shark watched as the entire room seemed to stretch upwards a little bit and he shrank from 7’10” to 7’4”. The formerly short puffin grew six inches taller, rising to 5’8”. Tybald wanted to run. He wanted to leave the gym and never come back, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t move an inch, not until the puffin had deemed his sentence appropriately served.

Roman grabbed Tybald by his wrist. The puffin’s fingers couldn’t even fully encircle the larger male’s thick wrist. He looked up at the shark, fire burning in his eyes as he thought back over the countless times he and others had been wronged by the bully. Without a word from either side, the transfer resumed with Tybald losing size more quickly this time. The shark’s muscles deflated while he lost height. He felt and cold weak despite the hot shower and the steam swirling around the showers. The pit in his stomach grew as he watched the puffin pumping up with all his lost mass. He watched the puffin’s cock grow from big to huge, quickly surpassing most porn stars’ in size as the inches piled onto its fat length. Tybald knew that meant his own cock was shrinking just as quickly, and a glance down confirmed his fears. Where the head of his soft cock had dangled down between his shins before, it was now higher than his knees. It was still massive by any standards, but nowhere near the enormous shank of manhood it had been before.

Roman was equal in height to Tybald now. He no longer had to look up to meet the shark’s eyes. He gave his thick, dense pecs an experimental flex, feeling the strength contained within as the slabs of muscle puffed out impressively. He knew that he would never have to worry about the shark bullying him again. But then he looked at Tybald. The shark was looking down at his own cock, trembling a little. Even if he was personally safe, Roman knew others were not; he had to make it so that the shark could never lord his size over another again. Adjusting his grip around the shark’s wrist – his fingers could fully encircle it now – he continued the transfer of mass.

The shark let out a whimper as he felt his muscles deflating further. He flexed one of his biceps as hard as he could, as though putting the muscle to use could stop it from dwindling away. His strategy failed, though, as the impressive peak of his bicep grew less and less impressive with each passing second. Tybald no longer looked like he lived in the gym. He was athletic, like a swimmer, but no larger than that. If he were to go swimming, his bulge wouldn’t be bad on the eyes, but it would be nothing like the obscene bulge he was used to sporting. His cock was six inches long, totally soft, hanging over a pair of balls like large chicken eggs. The shark’s stomach was in knots. He wanted to scream. He opened his mouth, but his breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the puffin. Tybald was 5’10” now, a fairly average height, but the puffin was over seven feet tall! He towered over Tybald by more than a foot. And with each passing second, the difference grew greater.

Tybald whimpered. He felt himself continuing to shrink. He lost two, four, six, eight inches of height… He was the same height the puffin had been at the start of the afternoon, 5’2”. He was just as skinny as Roman had been, his cock just as tiny. The shark looked up at Roman pleadingly. The avian was simply massive, every bit as huge as Tybald had been just minutes ago. “Just a little more,” the avian rumbled out. He gave a firm squeeze to Tybald’s wrist, draining his mass one final time. This loss was even greater than before, as Tybald’s legs felt like jelly from the sheer intensity of the feeling. In a matter of seconds, he lost what little muscle mass he had remaining. He was all skin and bones as he shrank four inches more, all at once, leaving him at 4’10”. His meager cock and balls retreated inwards once more as he lost even more size. His manhood was less than an inch long, totally soft. Hard, it wouldn’t have even reached one and a half inches. His balls were like small marbles, each no wider than half an inch.

Roman, on the other hand, was an 8’2” behemoth of a man. His balls were a mammoth 16 inches wide apiece. His cock nearly touched his ankles with its massive size, to say nothing of his muscles. Every muscle was pumped up with newfound strength and thick veins ran across them, supplying them with all the rich blood they needed. Just one of his upper arms was broader than the shark’s chest. He released Tybald’s bony wrist and turned off the spray of water. “I suppose you could say what goes around comes around,” the puffin growled out. “Now time to go see if you have anything that’ll fit me.” Roman began walking towards the shark’s locker. Tybald would have protested, but he thought better of it. It wasn’t like he would be needing his old, huge clothes any time soon, or ever again.