Tony & Gino were best buds. The two meatheads had been on the prowl together since they'd met playing football in High School. Both had been blessed with muscles and looks and were absurdly well hung. The two chucklefucks loved having big cocks and being studs together trolling the beaches and scoring pussy. Lifting and fucking and partying everyday had racked up quite a long list of jilted lovers and resentful ex-girlfriends. In fact the two jocks had left such a trail of broken hearts and bad feelings that it caught the attention of the local witch who couldn't be happier with the prospect of publicly teaching the two Italian Stallions a lesson they'd never forget. She waited till a crowd had gathered to make her move. Her cunning beauty drew Tony & Gino like two muscle moths to a flame. Once they got near her with their corny lines and their macho muscles, she let out her furies on their massive manhoods. Well...once massive. Their once proud bulges dissolved within seconds. Leaving the two Italian studs hung like a three year old.

 

He was so tired of his arrogant gym-rat brother Danny's constant bragging and showing off he thought he had to finally put his plan in motion. He had the perfect opportunity this afternoon. Danny had an audition for some corny TV show as head lifeguard and the sexy jock knew he had what it took. Other guys might have muscles sure but Danny had the whole "package." He had the looks, the musclebod and most importantly an enormous muscle that every man envied and every woman desired stuffed into his skintight Speedo and he couldn't wait to see the looks on the casting director's face when he dropped his towel and introduced everyone to his pride and joy. Danny always loved the "Big Reveal."Unbeknownst to the young cocky jock, his baby brother had perfected his shrinking spell and was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash the manhood destroying energies on Danny's big dumb dong. Danny smiled at the lady casting directors and all the other model/actors before dropping his towel. That's when his baby brother struck. Needless to say Danny didn't get the part. And not coincidentally, he trade his trusty Speedo for board shorts.

 

Trevor had a big fight tonight. He loved coming into the ring and intimidating his opponents with the huge dick print in his shorts. It wasn't his fault he was hung like a horse. Hey--if you got it, flaunt it right? You could even say the young jock's big hog was his good luck charm. Today though, Trev wasn't gonna feel so lucky . The spell was cast. And the young athlete would have to pick up the pieces and decide if he'd walk into that ring with his manhood drained and his sex organs shrunken down to almost nothing.

 

 

Brayden was excited to show off the uniform for "Media Day". He knew why he was picked too--because he was the MVP--he was the best, but there was another reason. It was known all over campus--he was hung, Brayden was a stud. He was packing and they knew he could fill out this uniform like no other and intimidate all their rival teams with his ALPHA MANHOOD. Some jocks hid their junk with towels but there was nothing Bray liked more than showing off. He loved the feeling of knowing he had a huge schlong and bull nuts and that all eyes on his big boy bulge. Oh shit! The photographer was a hot chick today! SCORE! He hoped she could control herself. Whoa she was so into him...She was mesmerized by him. He gave her his sexiest corn-fed Minnesota smile and winked making sure to push his groin out so she could see just what an American Alpha Male looked like! Hey--it looked like it worked. She smiled at him wickedly winking back at his macho, arrogant display, she put down her camera and picked up a different device from her equipment bag. He had an "equipment bag" he'd love to show her hehehe...he was in! He was definitely gettin' laid! Hey that camera looks so weird!

 

Danny was posing in his bedroom, getting ready for the big bodybuilding competition in the morning. He knew he would make a "big" impression on the audience and the judges. Not only had he been working out twice a day for two years--but nobody filled out a posing suit like the cocky young jock--and boy did Danny "The Dick" love to show it! Also he had to admit, it was awesome that his whole family was really proud of him. Even his bratty step-sister had made him this awesome protein shake all week to help him with his gains. Unbeknownst to the young jock though, his sister had mega dosed him with an ancient herb that was said to have fascinating, permanent growth effects on young men. Her Wicca coven had cooked up the potion for the arrogant Alpha as part humiliation--part sexual gratification. They planned on turning the bodybuilder into their prized breeding bull since theirs had just worn out. He had all the necessary attributes for a perfect BULL: His youth and good looks, his muscles, his endurance and stamina, his pride and last but not least, his larger than average penis and testicles. Fortunately or unfortunately for Danny, his penis and testicles were about to get bigger--a lot bigger. His public athletic career was over but he'd spend the rest of his life lifting weights and being milked 5 to 10 times daily to spread his potent seed to hundreds if not thousands of witches. His folks were nicely compensated.

 

Barry, the big ginger muscle stud had no idea what he was getting into when his bodybuilding sponsor called him in for a private posing session at his remote estate. The wealthy older gentlemen had basically bankrolled his muscles and career since seeing and being impressed by Barry's special "gifts" in a teen bodybuilding competition when he was still a young dumb and full of cum linebacker in High School so he figured he owed the guy something. Still, the big meathead couldn't shake this weird feeling. When his sponsor had asked him to strip down to his underwear and to stand still...Barry almost couldn't resist--it was like he was hypnotized. The gentleman congratulated Barry on his remarkable physique and work over the years and smiled as he informed the hypnotized meathead that he was now ready for the final transformation...the last piece of the puzzle...Barry began to feel a tingle spread all over his massive manhood. Within moments, his precious most masculine attributes sizzled and contracted and dissipated back into his body finally leaving the muscleman with a Ken crotch forever.

 

The Thrill of Victory...The Agony of Another Slime Attack. Nobody knew where the gooey ooze came from. Some folks thought it came from outer space. Others mused it could be witchcraft--some kind of curse. At first there were few connections between the distant occurrences. Keen observers caught on that the targets of these slime attacks and subsequent--and unfortunately for the victims--permanent reduction, were almost always macho, alpha athletic types with enormous egos to match their once proud bulges. Poor Grant here was never the same after his big "WIN."