The Time Master. By fucil99/2004@yahoo.com

submitted by fucil2004 - Mar 1, 2004


Date: Sat Feb 28, 2004 8:16 am
Subject: The Time Master! By fucil99/2004


This is a male AR story.




The Time Master: By fucil99

I remember the first time I ever changed a guys size and age. It was when I was in high school, in my junior year I was getting pretty used to being picked on by the bigger guys by then, mostly because I was so skinny and weak compared to them that is. I was an easy target I guess.

The guys name was Frank Delmonico. But every body just called him Sly. He was this total Italian stallion, energy and all he was a big guy he sort of reminded me of a very young Sylvester Stalone, which is why he got his nickname in the first place. I guess wasn't the only person who thought he looked like Sly Stalone. He even had those bedroom type eyes Stalone has. He was always with a girl they flocked to him like moth's do a front porch light at night.

Well like I said he was a big guy about 6'4" tall and 225 lbs. easy. I actually liked him in a way. But it was mostly because he had such a fine ass body, and not because he was nice to me or anything like that. He was the opposite of that, he had shown me along time ago that he was superior to me by pushing me down on my ass in a crowded hallway at the school when I was inadvertantly in his way. I was humiliated by it but what could I do he towered over me by better then 10 inches, and out weighed me by over 100 Lbs.

I remember he was 18 years old and I was 16 and we were both in the 11th grade, so I figured somewhere in his murky past he must have been held back a grade or two. That wasn't so surprising considering his intelligence level was near nil to none at all. He was the kind of guy who relied heavily on his size and not his brains.

I probably did him a favor in the long run. Because this time when he grew back up he wouldn't have all that size as his defense anymore, he wouldn't be the big strong athlete he was this time, this time he would be one of the shortest skinniest guys around and he would have to use his brains if he wanted to survive. just like the rest of us little guys had to do when we were growing up.

Well it all started one day when I was walking down the hallway with Tanner, he was my best friend we had practically grown up together when your a nerd you hang with nerds and you do nerdy things, I liked nerdy things and so did Tanner. His real name was Carmichel Tanner but we all just called him Tanner for short He seemed to like the some what of a nick name and it kind of just fit him easily.

Tanner was a little taller then I was he was maybe 5'4" or 5"s tall and weighed in at a hundred pounds twenty five pounds if he was lucky, he was a good looking guy though he was just somewhat skinny and short. He had a decent build for his small size though, unlike me he did have the beginnings of real muscles. But he like me was plagued to have to wear glasses. Typical for nerds I guess.

He had a lot of guts for his size though and he often stood up for himself despite the fact that he knew he would lose any real fights he got into, and often did. But his defiance had given him a good reputation and he was well liked by even the jocks at the school. All but Frank that was. Frank hated Tanner, well he hated us both real bad. Why? I never really knew.

Anyways, we were walking along minding our own business when Sly came around the corner with some of his jock buddies. I noticed them right away, I was gay Tanner was not, so I was watching the handsome studs as they walked towards us. I liked the way the big guys looked, back then. We all wore regular fitting clothes then, we weren't into the baggy clothes thing, that style came to late for me to like it, it came in around my later college years.

The guys were all wearing tight fitted levi's and tank tops showing off their muscles and impressing more then just the girls if I have to say so myself. Frank towered over most of his friends he had. But this time he was the tallest and the biggest one of this set of friends he was with at the time. He of coarse had his arms around one of the hottest chicks at the school her name was Ella Graves and she was stunning even for me and I preferred the guys usually.

I guess Frank wasn't feeling man enough or something, even though he looked more like a man then any of the other guys there did, after all he was the only guy there with a thick coating of chest and body hair the rest although they all had facial hair like Frank did and body hair as well. None of them had the same thickness and density to theirs that Frank's body had.

He looked like he could have been 21 easy. Well Tanner was in his way and we were walking there first it would have been an easy insignificant thing for Frank to just walk around us and no one would have noticed that he even did it. But Frank just couldn't do that instead he looked down at who was in his way and saw it was Tanner and with out any warning he just cold cocked poor Tanner in the jaw, I could hear his fist hit Tanners face right at jaw level, Tanner flew back away from Frank and landed on his ass in agony. I was shocked at this sever act of cowardliness on Frank's part.

Needless to say Tanner was of coarse was trying his hardest not sit there crying like a little kid would. But his jaw bone had been fractured and he was after all in major pain. He looked real bad crying like that he was holding hands in front of his face trying to hide it from everyone there. He would have eventually recovered physically. But the damage to his reputation as the tough little guy was completely smashed. I had to do something, but I wasn't even sure if I could just yet.

You see I had been told by my crazy grandfather that we, (Our family.) Had the ability to control time and space and energy. I didn't believe in that old mans bull shit though, I thought he was crazy. So I never really gave the idea much thought. But at that moment, I did something that even surprised me. A beam or something came from somewhere on my body and struck Frank it was plainly evident to everyone there.

I think the whole hallway just stopped and looked back around to see where the bright light came from. It was really weird to see Frank's reaction to it too. Frank's broad shoulders slumped down wards and his back sort of took on a lazy forward arch to it much the way old peoples backs do when they look like the very act of standing was a chore for them. He looked somewhat surprised by this event himself he tried to straighten his back up but he didn't seem to be able too.

His arms looked like they were to heavy for him to lift or something because he tried to lift them and couldn't it was weird as hell. He looked so confused I didn't waist a second of that time for some reason I just lunged at him and hit him full force with all my modest weight of only 112 lbs, but I took him down and I took him down hard.

I went down with him that's was how easy it was to knock him off his feet. He just sort of fell over as I merged with him. I stood back up as quick as I could and looked down at him. he was sprawled out on the floor legs all folded over and all and his arms layer helplessly out to the sides of his still fine looking body.

It was like all his strength had been drained from him when the beam hit him. Frank tried desperately to get back up but he was just to weak I guess. I wanted to just kick the living shit out of him right then and there, but I went over to Tanner instead and helped him up and we left the bruiser on the ground helpless.

No one said anything to us like, "WOW Did you see that shit!!!!" or anything like that so I figured they didn't know it was me that hit him with the beam or what ever it was. But,I knew it came from me because I felt it leave my body! I guess no one else saw it come from me though.

All I knew was that I was feeling so strong, so brave and so confident that I actually felt like I was high. Poor Tanner was ruined as far as his big rep went. But me I had risen to a higher ground then even my once brave little buddy had ever gotten too as far as social standings go. At least in this modestly sized high school that is.

I never looked back to see what happened to the big asshole Frank. But I found out later that he was so weak that he needed help to just stand back up on his own. I guess he lost a few rungs on the invincible ladder that day, that was for sure, because no one was afraid of him anymore I mean no one!

The next day had to be one of the worst days in Franks life to that date, not that there wouldn't be even worse days to come those days were but right around the corner for the guy.

The next day I saw him as he walked into the school, his shoulders were still slumped downwards a bit and he had his head down while he walked like he was ashamed to look anyone in the eyes. There was something different about him other then that too But for some reason I didn't see it right away, but he had changed! And in a way that he himself had to have seen. He at sometime that mourning had to have looked in a mirror to see what he looked like. And I would bet that that was the reason he had his head down like he did. After all he was now two full years younger then he was the very day before, and it had had its affect on him. His grand body that for the last two years had been sculpted by hours and hours of working out, was now back to where it was when he was sixteen, sure he was still a pretty big and all, but he wasn't quite that big anymore. He had a belt on to hold up his pants too, and they looked a looser then he would have ever really worn his jeans. He also was wearing a buttoned to his wrist long sleeved shirt. I should have picked up on that but when he walked by me he quickly looked away as if he didn't even see me, so I was more impressed by that then the way he looked.

I myself was feeling great I had found out that day that I hit him that my manhood, my cock had increased in size and vitality I was so horny that day after I got home that I jerked off for nearly an hour before l even came, that was a first for me but I did like it, I liked it immensely. There were other changes that I did see in my own mirror, I had to shave that morning, and would have to shave everyday now as opposed to only once or twice a week like I was doing, and I loved that thought, I was bigger, a lot bigger. I actually had muscles that showed, they were not so much so that I would have to explain them but they were obvious changes that had me all but over consumed in self vanity. No wonder it took me awhile to see his changes.

But his changes were very obvious if you took the time to see them, and apparently his best friends seemed to had taken that time for themselves. He wasn't that big of a threat to them for some reason and they seemed to not know why but still enjoyed the benefits from his changes, years lost for years to come . His best friends treated him differently he wasn't that pinnacle of the middle as he was before. All these things seemed to have there affect on him more so then I could have ever imagined them to have had.

Since Im telling this story I guess I can't really tell you how Frank was actually feeling about all of his new changes, but going from looking like you were twenty one to looking more like and actually being a sixteen year old again couldn't have been that good of an experience for him. I had no idea of how far back in time I had sent him but he and I and the rest of the world that surrounded him would soon find out that.

It wasn't that long before I even knew he had changed, I guess being excited over my own gains, and of coarse the giver of the dreaded fate allows you the absence of seeing it first. But soon it was more then obvious it showed in everything he did, especially in sports, he belonged to many teams and many different areas of sports like the baseball team, the football team and the track and field team, wrestling and weight lifting. But with the lost years showing and more days disappearing every few minutes for him now, he wasn't as strong as he was before as a matter of fact he was now weaker then most of his team mates in all these extra curricular activities.

Frank who was once one of the best athletes in all the sports he played in, now wasn't even as good as some of the teams most mediocre players. It was a befitting fate for the once big as hell bully. He first lost the respect of the players and then he soon lost the respect of his various coaches as he failed to even come close to his old standards in sport after sport. Frank was in reality quickly becoming a 15 year old again and his size his strength and his manhood was fading as fast as his years were now.

Frank was in a quandary as to what was happening to him, he was quickly loosing his foot hold of power on the other guys who used to be afraid of him as well now, as his years slipped away. He was after all actually younger then they were now, and quickly becoming smaller then them as well.

I watched this one guy he had literally tormented for years back him down that day in the hallway. Frank's clothes he wore that day were already lose on him as it was, because he had lost those hard earned muscles he'd built up through his weight training he had done over the last two years by then, and everybody including him and I now could tell that much at least. Frank had to have known he was getting smaller as the day went by, if he didn't he was the only one who didn't see it. I think he was in denial over his losses and just hoping that he was still respected enough to be left alone. He wasn't of coarse, and sooner or later Frank was going to have to do something to regain back at least some of his fading reputation.

That's when Frank saw Martin Baggle one of his arch enemies. He figured Martin was an easy target to gain at least a bit of his rep back from him. But by this time of the day Frank had lost more weight and height with the disappearing days of his fading Adulthood. And now this guy was actually now taller then Frank was, but not that much taller, but he was still taller then he was. But Frank was still bigger then he was at that time though, and if he could kick this big guys ass then he could prove he was still the king of the hallway. Martin hated Frank as much as I did, and he had noticed his changes and had been doing small things all day long to Frank. Like trying to trip him in one of their classes they shared together as Frank went to his desk. It almost worked and Frank was pissed as hell by it. When Frank saw him at his locker with his back turned away from the hallway Frank cornered the guy against the lockers, and ruthlessly swung the caught off guard guy around. Frank was going to show this guy and everyone in the hallway that he was still a threat to them! But that suddenly changed for the poor dumb asshole Frank as yet another year faded away from him rather suddenly right in front of this guy and at least two dozen other students in the crowded hallway.

Frank had apparently had a fairly good growth spurt somewhere between his 15th and 16th years, and had really started to workout heavily it appeared. But as that time slipped away all of the sudden from him, so did his bigger size. Frank despite his days looses, was still a decent sized 6'1" tall young man who weighed a decent 170 Lbs, when he first confronted Martin at his locker. But as that one year faded back in time he lost almost all of his still noticeable facial hair and body hair, and he now looked like a much younger almost bare faced boyish looking kid who was still fairly well built but only about 150 or so Lbs and he was also good 2" shorter. His hands were becoming over ridden by his buttoned shirts sleeves and his jeans were baggy as hell looking on him and they had ridden half way down around his mid waist area by then. Then to everyone's surprise yet another year faded away from him. He was now an even younger boy of only 14 who was now 6" shorter and a whopping 70 lbs lighter, then he was when he first confronted this guy. He was now totally void of any real adult body hair and a rather thin and very much less threatening looking version of himself, and it all went very fast for him.

Maybe that was why he was always such an asshole to everyone, in the first place. Who would have guessed he was ever that small. I guess he must have gained the inches and the weight and then began to lift weights and all around this time of his life because he was at one time this small of a guy, and maybe back then he was even picked on for it.

Well needless to say it went bad for Frank, and it went bad quick. The first thing he felt must have been his body's sudden very prominent regression back to when he would have been at least a non threat to anyone. That had to be bad enough, but now he was dressed in clothes that fit well when he was a lot bigger then he was when he lost those first two years from him. Frank was still one of the biggest and best built guys at this high school, even when he came in that morning he was an easy 6'2 inches tall and at least 190 Lbs. I guess he was a big guy even when he was 16, and he was still pretty formidable when he first picked this fight. But now he was over 4 years younger then he was yesterday, and a lot smaller, and his clothes now looked so huge on him he looked ridiculous.

His pants were already around his knee area by then and almost ready to trip him up, all of his clothes were so huge looking on him now it was hilarious to a lot of us there. His hands were lost somewhere in the long buttoned sleeves of his shirt, and you could see the loose bottom of his Joe Boxer boxer briefs dangling precariously at mid thigh level on very thin almost muscles and nearly hairless thighs. The loose fabric of the leg holes and now empty crotch area was showing quite clearly from the shirts bottom where his shirt had ridden completely out of his jeans.

Frank was either in complete denial or at least trying hard to not let this guy notice that the odds had just changed so drastically for him. But we all saw it happen. Frank was yelling obscenities at the guy and taking now much weaker stabs at the guys gut. But they seemed almost futile to the guy by then. Frank got maybe one good wind knocking blow in on him before his body started to dwindle so quickly on him. It was enough to make Martin gasp for air a little, but it was a short lived advantage. Martin quickly recuperated from it, and was getting pretty pissed off at Frank by then and Martin was about to retaliate against Frank, but then even Frank's voice had cracked back to that of a kids so by then he even sounded weaker.

Frank's pants had went down fast the rest of the way to around his ankles by then, almost taking his underwear with them as they slid off him as he stood there still trying his hardest to hold Martin Baggel against his locker. That struggle changed with Franks height, as he lost height his weight dropped and so did his still impressive strength, till he only weighed in at 95 pounds! He was so short he barely was taller then even some of the shortest girls there. Frank was now looking way up to look Martin in the eyes and just as he realized full well what had happened to him and was letting go of Martin in shock, Martin's anger took over him.

Martin didn't care how or what had just happened to the asshole he hated he just took advantage of it as it happened and before Frank even had the time to pull his pants back up Martin had him down on the ground and was beating the living shit out of the now way weaker Frank. Justice served in my book. Martin had not noticed that Frank was smaller because he was in a bitter battle with him he didn't see that Frank's shoes were coming off because they no longer fit, he didn't see that his pants were now were covering his now over sized sock footed feet completely either, not until he finally looked at him strait in his eyes. Then it donned on Martin as he looked at his nemesis and saw he was crying now.

Martin went one step farther though and he completely pants the now nearly helpless has been bully. then as he realized he had won that fight he stood up and looked down at the shrunken now younger naked except for his now torn to shreds shirt Frank!

Frank looked absolutely childlike in all ways his face was rounder and less manly his body was devoid of all his once thick adult beyond his years body hair and his crotch was nearly hairless and his once show piece nine incher penis was now probably smaller then any guys there.

I guess that was the last time I ever seen Frank, because after a councilor or teacher I wasn't too sure who it was exactly came in and stopped the fight. They took poor tiny Frank away. Frank was the one sobbing like a baby now. We were all pretty stunned but I think a lot of us laughed too. I know I did. I heard rumors and stuff about Frank regressing back to full babyhood after that day, but I never really saw it happening to him, so who knows?

But I believed them though! Because I did that to him!!! And that much I did know!!...

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