Oiled Down
By: Hardpuc
Reg Casey, who stood six foot two, weighed two hundred and forty pounds of cut, tanned muscle,
was the epitome of perfection and he knew it. He was the blond, blue-eyed favorite at the
amateur Mr. North East Body Building competition and he towered over all the other contestants.
He was already acting like the star he'd be, having commandeered a private dressing room and
at his disposal, a personal assistant, Peppe, who at the moment was nowhere to be found.
Reg peered out his dressing room door. Contestants, large muscular men of varying size and
shape, were busy changing. Some were doing last minute pushups or arm curls to get that final
pump before taking the stage. Peppe was not among them or anywhere for that matter. Reg
reentered his room, annoyed, and slammed shut the door. He was on the verge of throwing a fit.
Where had Peppe disappeared to? Who was going to oil him down so his muscles would look
there very best on stage?
Alone, he turned to the wall mirror that dominated the dressing room and could not help but
admire his reflection. The white posing briefs fit snug, highlighting his solid, dimpled ass and
barely concealing the well endowed package that he'd been blessed with from birth. He like the
way his blond, almost white, mustache framed his thick, red lips. Was there anyone in the world
as handsome as he was, he thought not.
He sighed. This will be my last amateur outing, Reg thought to himself, after I take this title I'm
moving up to the pros where I belong.
Just then there came a knock at his door and in walked a painfully thin black guy just about his
own age. Gray sweat pants and a simple white tank top hung from his stick frame. He had with
him a beat up gym bag and a wide, chipped tooth grin.
In a high pitched, whiny voice that Reg instantly found irritating, he spoke, "Name's Albert Mr.
Casey and I just wanted to start by saying I'm your biggest fan. Really, I am, Mr. Casey and it's
my heart felt pleasure to be here filling in for Peppe, who's been called away and-"
"Called away!?" Reg stormed.
"Yes sir, Mr. Casey, seems he-"
"Whatever about Peppe! He's fired Now quickly, oil me down!"
"Yes sir, Champ, oil you down, right away," Albert said all this while quickly rummaging through
his gym bag. He removed a small plastic bottle that had no label on it. He squeezed out some oily
lotion onto his palm, dropped eagerly to his bony knees and began applying it at Reg's ankles,
working up toward his mighty calves.
Reg stood appraising himself in the mirror, turning this way and that, lifting his arms up high and
flexing his biceps to smug satisfaction. The runt below him babbled on but Reg tuned him out as
best he could. Fans, he thought, well, I'd better get used to them.
Albert's hands slid up past Reg's knees and rubbed the oil onto his gargantuan thighs. Thighs
he'd slaved over at the gym with squats and presses and lunges. Reg enjoyed the way the oil
highlighted all his hard work, giving them a smooth gleam. He locked his knees and flexed,
knocking Albert to the floor but Reg took no notice, simply wondering how in awe the judges
would be at the magnificent sight of them.
Albert steadied himself and said, "Yes sir, Champ these thighs are as thick as tree trunks," He
was full of adoration and his voice was not as irritating as before, not as high or shrill. Maybe Reg
just liked what he was hearing but when he glanced down he took note that the runt was more
lean then skinny.
He watched as the kid's wiry black arms moved to the inside of his thighs. A light tingling
sensation began to play along his lower limbs. A comforting heat at the skin's surface. His legs
had never looked better and the sight of them made his dick twitch. His groan grew heavy as the
musky scented oil rose up. Reg licked his lips. His dick expanded and he felt himself grow hard.
Albert was slathering the back of his thighs and seemed not to notice. In the mirror, Reg saw an
obvious bulge in his snug white posing brief and his suit became uncomfortably tight.
Embarrassed, Reg pushed past Albert to sit down on a bench, pulling a towel over his lap to
cover himself.
"Enough with the legs", he barked, He couldn't go on stage like this. He closed his eyes to
concentrate on relieving his hard on. He thought frantically of car crashes and operations,
anything, to lose his hard on but, still, his cock remained as stiff as an iron rod.
Albert's voice, which had deepened a bit, slowly rambled on in soothing tones about how
perfectly built Reg's body was. What a fine job of building it up. How Reg was a champion and his
idol.
He felt Albert's hands glide along his brawny arms and as warmth and tingle began to ignite, he
thought for the first time how incredible Albert's hands felt on his skin."
"Hey, Albert, what kind of lotion is this?" Reg asked and when the answer came back as "You can
call me Al, Champ, Big Al", he opened his eyes to laugh but was a little taken back. Why hadn't
he noticed the kid's body before? Albert's sweats and tank top, that Reg seemed to recall barely
hanging on his scrawny black frame before, looked quite snug now. His body was more a sinewy
swimmer's build, tight and defined.
"Oh, the lotion?" said Big Al, smiling his wide, white chipped grin, "Well, it's more of a potion
really, something I've been working on for quite some time. Probably as long as you've been
working out at the gym."
Reg tried to listen but his mind kept returning to his swollen cock hidden under the towel on his
lap and how confined it felt stuffed inside his tight posing brief, how sensitive his dick head was
as it brushed and twitched against the fabric. He could feel how eager it was to break free of the
waist band. To take his mind off all this he started flexing where he sat.
Big Al egged him on, saying in a deep low voice, "That's it, Champ, show me what you got. Show
Big Al where all that hard work went. That's right, Champ, when that body takes the stage the
crowd is going to go wild." He said all this while massaging the lotion into the twin globes that
were Reg's shoulders. The tingling increased, playing across Reg's smooth flesh, warming his
muscles. Blood rushed to his head and the room began to spin. He closed his eyes again and
leaned hared into Big Al's hands. Hands which were somehow larger, stronger then before. Then
Reg realized it was Al's firm touch that was turning him on, making his dick so fucking hard. He
tried to relax as he felt Al reach from behind him and begin spreading the ointment to his perfectly
sculpted pecs. He started down the middle then spread out wide across Reg's strapping chest,
pulling him backwards. Reg could feel Al's body close behind, brushing gently across his back.
Again the tingling rippled through him and he shuddered violently.
Reg became aware of Al's stiff dick pressing into his bare back just as Al gave each of Reg's
nipples a hard twist. "What the fuck!?" Reg sputtered. He shot open his eyes and gasped.
This could not be the same skinny runt who'd entered this very room not ten minutes ago! This
man was huge. The sweat pants he wore were skin tight as if they'd been painted on and the tank
top barely fit his newly muscled chest, the seams were ripping at the sides but it was the face,
now with a mustache like his own, framing a carnivorous grin, that leered down at him that
startled him most. Big Al stuck a bright pick tongue out his mouth like a taunting serpent and in
the deepest voice yet, he chuckled, "Yes sir, Big Al's going to oil you down. That's right, Champ,
you just relax."
Al's enormous hands, slick with lotion, tussled through Reg's blond hair and over his handsome
face and neck, pulling him close to his chest. Al embraced Reg and whispered in his ear, "Do you
know how many times I've beat off to your pictures? Hmmm? And now look where I am? Look
who's got you."
Reg could not believe what was happening. He was due on stage at any minute. He didn't have
time for this freaky faggot bullshit!
Reg threw up his hands to wrestle himself free but was shocked to find that his hands barely fit
around this freak's wrists. He thrashed about wildly, kicking out his powerful legs but that proved
ineffectual and when he dropped them they no longer touched the floor.
"What are you doing to me!?" Reg screamed, his voice sounding pip-squeaky and odd.
"Take a look for yourself, Champ," Big Al said, lighting his hold on Reg.
Reg turned to the mirror, his eyes opened wide and he screamed as Al gently tried to quiet him
down. He hardly recognized either man in the reflection. He, Reg Casey, had lost a good twenty
inches off his six foot two frame. His Herculean body had dwarfed down in size! His magnificent
legs, as well as his brawny arms, had stumped in length.
Big Al's deep voice spoke, "Shhh, don't you fret now, your in safe hands with Big Al. Just lie back
and let me finish. We got a show to do." And as he spoke, Reg could feel a pull coming off the
surface of Al's hands, a robbing power, as they slid over his body. Everywhere he touched
seemed to shrink Reg's body more, sapping his once gargantuan body of size.
He watched in horror as Big Al's muscles inflated. His white tank top stretched and ripped down
the sides as the giant v-shaped back muscles expand, leaving tatters hanging about that massive
thick neck. His legs swelled into incredible huge slabs. His ass became impossibly round, the
sweat pants only made it half way up, revealing a crack almost 3 inches long. His hard cock and
heavy balls were clearly outlined, causing a sag of fabric at the crouch. His waist band so low the
hint of pubic hair cleared the top.
There came a pounding at the door. Reg opened his mouth to yell for help but in stuck an
impossible large finger.
"Three minutes on stage, Mr. Casey!"
Reg screamed a muffled response over the giant finger but it went unheard.
"Sure thing," answered Al, but he looked perplexed. "Now why is this taking so long?" he mused,
removing the finger. "I covered your entire body with that balm...every inch--Oops! I do believe I
missed a spot." Leering down, he muttered a pardon me and removed the towel covering Reg's
lap.
Nothing here had shrunk, on the contrary, while every part of his body had dwarfed down in size,
his dick had remained rock hard and a remarkable ten inches. All still tightly packed in his white
posing trunks.
"Every inch...now that's the secret." Big Al eased a fat finger under the waist band and set free a
bouncing rod, topped with a glossy shine of pre-cum that smacked Reg hard in his face.
Big Al clucked his tongue and said, "That's a fine piece of equipment. Hate to see it go but we do
have a show to do!" He slathered on more lotion, grabbed the base of Reg's cock and squeezed.
A drop of cum fell from the tip but a lightning quick Al caught it on his fingertip and brought it to
his lips. "You taste mighty good, Champ. Real good." As he stroked Reg's fat cock, he leaned
down and kissed him square on the face, covering much of it with his thick, black lips. Reg
screamed "NO!" at the top of his lungs, screamed it into the moist hot cavern of Al's gaping mouth
as Al slowly beat his swollen cock. His prick, gleaming with oil, slowly dropped in size from ten
proud inches to eight, then to six, five.
Reg felt the other giant hand circle him, pulling him close against Big Al's hard chest. He felt his
white posing suit sliding off his ass. Big Al's hand returned to cup his smooth muscle cheeks and
massaged in more of the powerful oil. He eased a fat finger up Reg's tight man hole. Reg's cock
continued to shrink down as Al beat faster, dropping to three inches. Al pulled his face back about
an inch away from Reg's and moaned, "Come on, Champ, I want to see you cum. Spill your
fucking seed. Spill it all over the body that used to be yours." Reg's dick shrank fast, down to one
inch, then got so small Al could do nothing with it. Reg looked down at his pride and screeched as
it petered down to a wee thing. The screaming seemed to rock his body and at once, every part
of him began to steadily shrink.
Fine mapping veins pulsed through Big Al's ebony flesh, the finishing touches of the
metamorphosis. He had been transformed into a Nubian God.
At five inches, Reg finally stopped shrinking. He was muscularly proportioned to scale as was his
dick, much to his relief but his asshole was still attached to Big Al's finger.
"Now you can return the favor and oil me down, Champ," thundered Big Al. "But don't worry, this
shrinking business only works one way." And with that, he rubbed Reg over every inch of his
finely muscled physique. Up and down the rock hard contours of his legs, over his huge
shoulders and thick arms, each mound and tit, into the deep recess of his armpits and over his
chiseled midsection, even up the crack of his hairy ass and over his heavy cock and low hanging
balls, Reg howling a protest all the while. Al then gently pulled him free of his finger and licked his
sore asshole with his huge, hot, pink tongue.
Al set him down on the bench, slipped on Reg's white posing brief and admired his reflection. He
spoke, "You know, I'd like to thank you for your body. I know you probably wish I'd not taken
yours but I was going to steal somebody's body and, well, I wanted the best. Been admiring you
for years, bought most every muscle mag you were in. I'd like to have seen you come but there's
no time. I got a show to do."
Tears of frustration welled up and spilled forth from Reg's blue eyes. "Fuck you," He shouted,
"Look what you've done to me! I'm a freak! I'll be a laughing stock! What's going to become of
me?!"
Here Big Al looked almost sad before saying, "I'm afraid there's only one way to make your body
mine permanently. I have to swallow you whole. I'm sorry, I do. Look, there's no reversing the
process. You said it yourself, people would treat you like a freak...not like the champ you are.
After I swallow you, you'll become part of me, part of your body again. And I will never grow old,
never age...your body will stay this perfect till the end of time. People will always remember you
the way you are."
He carefully lifted Reg up to his face. Reg was struck with how handsome Big Al was now. Even
the mustache he sported worked on him.
"But all my hard work...," he wept.
I'll tell you what," said Al, "I'll let you watch the show. See how your body does in front of an
audience. When the crowd cheers,you'll know they're cheering for you. I will not swallow you till
I've won...till we've won." He kissed Reg's body then. "Till then you'll be my lovin' lozenge." And
with that, he eased the struggling miniature body builder past his lips.
The terror Reg felt was intense as he lay, drenched with saliva, atop Big Al's tongue. He could
see nothing; all was black inside this moist prison. Hard enamel teeth lined around him but what
terrified him most was the pit that lay behind him, a seemingly bottomless hole, but he knew it
wasn't ...for at the end an empty stomach waited to digest him.
Then the cell lit up as a stream of light filtered through Al's chipped tooth. Reg grabbed the sides
of the tooth to peer out. To do this, he had to lay flat on his stomach and let his feet dangle over
the pit.
Big Al took the stage as a surprise mystery contestant and the crowd went wild at the sight of
him. Every pose, each flex, every ripple of muscle sent out was received with thunderous
applause.
Despite his terror, Reg could not help but feel a bitter pride. Then, gently the tongue bed and
walls began to vibrate, caused by Al's beautiful, soothing humming. The wet surface and friction
caused his dick to grow hard, again, but in a painful blue-balls kind of way. He simple needed
release. The giant tongue gently rolled over his body and he couldn't avoid but fuck it as Al ruled
the stage.
Al's final pose, the one that nailed it for the judges, was a kneeling, one leg outstretched, hands
on hips, triceps, chest, shoulders flexed freeze, that brought the crowd to its' feet in a
celebration of the male physique.
Reg Casey fucked that hot mouth, sliding his whole body up and down the length of Al's tongue.
The friction of his tits and armpits and especially his swollen cock was unbelievably intense. The
giant tonsil tickled at his sore ass till his buttocks clenched around it and he exploded violently...
his cum spilling out in thick spurts atop Big Al's velvety, moist tongue.
Al knew that taste. He threw back his head and swallowed.
Reg lost his grip and slid down the warm, soft sides of Al's throat...up to his chest, his arms
pinned to his sides.
The crowd gasped as it appeared Big Al's throat doubled in size. The throat muscles contracted
around Reg's body, squeezing it tight...then relaxed and he slid down, screaming, "Nooo!!!, all the
way down. Al heard him vaguely and smiled wide his chipped grin, grabbed his trophy and left the
stage for his dressing room. He locked the door and took a seat on the bench, next to his
oversized trophy. He studied himself in the mirror. He felt the little man squirming inside his belly
and his dick grew hard again. Live, fresh protein for his new body to feed on.
Reg tried over and over to climb back up the way he'd come but the walls were too smooth and
slippery. Once, he'd managed to shimmy up a ways, making it outside the confines of the
stomach into a tight, narrow tube. Hope flickered within him and he thought for a moment he
might escape his fate but Al simply swallowed, causing the muscles in the tube to contract around
his naked body and force him back. He splashed down into an uncomfortably snug space and
struggled in vain till he began to tire.
"Calm yourself, Champ, your not going anywhere. Just lie back. Relax. Get comfortable." His
voice was so fucking soothing and deep that Reg found it difficult not to do as he was told. "I
meant to wait a bit longer before gulping you down. I loved the feel of your tight little body in my
mouth but when you came all over my tongue...I just couldn't help myself." Big Al started to rub at
his swollen dick through the posing brief. "I won the big trophy. It's got a little man just like you on
top of it. Guess I'll be moving up to the pros. 'Muscle and Fitness' want me for their June cover.
How 'bout that?"
Inside the hot, moist cavern, the soft walls pressed in on him. He was surprisingly comfortable.
Reg was becoming resigned to his fate.
He refused to think about it. Listening to Big Al's voice drone on was oddly soothing. Muscle and
Fitness, Reg thought, huh, but of course. With a body like mine, that sort of exposure was
inevitable.
Al pulled his dick free and began beating off to his new body. "I can still taste your cum, Champ.
Let me taste it again, man, one last time."
Alone in a cramped, dark space, Reg felt his cock stir. "Fuck you," he muttered to himself, but he
couldn't help grab a hold of his meat and gently stroke it. It raged stiff in his hands. Digestive
juices slowly began to rise up around his brawny body, as if he were in a tub. With it came a
pungent odor, almost intoxicating, like poppers, that made his head swim and his fist pump fast. A
light burning sensation prickled at his burly flesh but that only sharpened his urge to come. His tits
and asshole stung with a heat that made his rigid cock ache to shoot its load.
Between gargantuan, black thighs, Big Al beat at his own tool and with his other, he rubbed at his
chiseled midsection, at the little man inside his belly, who even now was slowly beginning to
liquefy.
They shoot at the same time, big, spewing loads that gushed forth with violence. White protein
splashed across Al's cut six pack, running across his chest. Reg's cum shoot high to the stomach
ceiling before falling back into the rising digestive juices with the sizzle of water on hot grease.
"You did good, little man. Now rest and let Big Al do all the work.
Let Big Al's stomach do it's thing. Let my digestive juices flow over you. Feel yourself melt away,
stud, so I can absorb you. So you'll a ways be a part of me, Champ."
Reg felt Al rub his seed into his stomach muscles, rubbing him, and the rocking motion it caused
made him feel sleepy and safe. Already the acidic pool had licked away all his blond body hair.
He drifted off as his hard, strapping muscles steadily dissolved away.
Big Al rested a bit longer, occasionally patting his belly, before rising and getting dressed. He
gathered Reg's belongings, threw them into his gym bag, making sure there was no trace of Reg
Casey left behind. He tossed the bag into a dumpster a block away but kept the trophy.