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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