Loser

Arthur sighed as he put down the heavy dumbbells, his huge muscles flaring with strength as he finished his workout. He smiled to himself as he caught the jocks across the room admiring his huge cannonball sized biceps and monstrous thighs, Arthur was the biggest guy at the gym  but that wasn’t always the case.  At school he was weedy, weak and clumsy, a greasy nerd that enjoyed computers and fantasy games, a guy who wore dorky clothes and had terrible eyesight. Every day he would receive wedgies, swirlies, wet willies and farts to the face from the bigger, alpha jocks of the school. For a while Arthur took the abuse, he endured the constant humiliation and the stench of jock farts but eventually he could take it no more and he decided he needed to change.

From that day Arthur devoted himself to the gym, eating healthy, dressing right and avoiding anything that could be considered nerdy. Every evening after school he exercised hard, every meal had the appropriate amount of nutrients and protein, never again did he wear briefs or anything made of corduroy and he gave up all the things he loved: computers, fantasy novels and comic books and replaced them with sports, cars and fitness. It was hard for Arthur he wanted more than anything to go back to his nerdy ways but he could go back to being teased. After several months the bullying started to slow down as Arthur got bigger, bulkier and to the jocks he was cooler. Once school was over he wasn’t the most popular but he also wasn’t the most bullied but Arthur vowed never to go back to the loser he once was and to remind him of that he still wore the same pair of glasses he had worn since then. The small, metal spectacles were a constant prompt for him to keep trying to be the big, muscular man who would never be picked on. Now in his late thirties Arthur had certainly achieved his goal.

Arthur looked at his massive body; the jocks at school would never have achieved this kind of size. Nobody would dare say a bad word about him now; Arthur chuckled to himself as he tried to imagine the jocks lifting him up by his underwear now. Arthur snapped out of his daydream as heard someone calling him; he looked over to see the group of jocks calling him over. They were stereotypical frat bro looking guys, the muscles, backward caps and cocky attitudes but they respected Arthur, the admired his size and probably wanted to ask him about his routines, supplements and workouts. Arthur found himself standing up; ready to chat to the group of guys but still thinking about his childhood and his school years. Those jocks would have just been another group of bullies to the old him but now they saw him as a type of god. 

“I wonder if they’d still want to be my friend if I hadn’t started going to the gym” Arthur chuckled as he started walking over to the group of jocks, but after the first step green smoke burst out around him and then sunk into each single part of him.

Arthur instantly felt strange as the smoke absorbed itself into his skin, instead of feeling pumped and huge he felt weak and tired, like he was lugging a weight that ten times heavier than him. Arthur quickly looked down at his body to see if there was anything on him that was causing him to barely move but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Arthur looked back up at the jocks and wanted to call for help but as he tried to speak he found his mouth remained closed. Arthur was starting to panic he felt so heavy that he try wanted to sit back down but he found that was impossible to, his body was still trying to get to the muscular guys but was barely moving because he felt so dense. Arthur looked around in panic and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the gym mirror, he looked so stupid moving so slowly but also did he look smaller? Arthur studied his reflection as he struggled to slowly lift his leg to take a step; he looked at his calves as swore he saw them get a littler smaller. Arthur couldn’t believe it; it had to be a trick of the light but as he looked over his body he saw that all of his muscles seemed to be shrinking and it seemed the heavy weight he was feeling was lessening. Arthur’s eyes went wide with shock as he realised the reason he was struggling to move was because his muscles were weighing him, which meant in order for him to feel normal again he was going to lose his hard earned muscles.

Arthur desperate fought at the forces that were moving him and sucking away his muscles but no matter what he tried to do he was trapped on his path and unable to stop it as his strength was sapped away. Arthur was shouting and screaming internally as he watched his cannonball biceps deflate, the huge mounds of muscles evaporating and disappearing leaving bony, scrawny arms. Arthur sobbed as his big barrel chest caved in and his pecs sunk into his skin, the muscle melting away until only a tiny belly was left and his ribs were poking out. Arthur pleaded for mercy as his leg muscles dissolved, his strong thighs vanishing and his calves faded as he was left with lanky stick thin legs and his huge massive feet, he could already feel himself getting clumsier. Lastly his face and neck lost its definition, his jawline dissipated and his neck thinned until he large head looked weird on his tint body. Arthur was in tears as the weight had finally been lifted from and so had all the muscle he had worked for over the years, instead he now had the body of a painfully thin, lanky pale man who had never even been to the gym. 

Arthur couldn’t stop crying as he looked at his reflection, his new physique reminding himself of what he used to be like. Arthur wanted it all to end, he looked ridiculous in his huge, billowing gym clothes but still he found himself walking over to the jocks. Arthur fought at his now weak, frail body but still it moved towards the now much larger and muscular men, why was he going over to them? Arthur was so humiliated as he looked at his tiny arms and legs that were barely holding up his tank top and shorts but soon even they started to change. Arthur was horrified as he watched the clothes he was wearing begin to change, he watched as his yellow workout shorts shrunk in size but then sprouted more fabric as they grew to cover his spindly legs.  The yellow then changed to a poo brown and the silk changed to a heavy, itchy corduroy and then the new pair of trousers pulled themselves up over his waist until they covered his belly button leaving them ridiculous hitched up. As soon as Arthur saw the material his shorts had turned to he knew what was happening to him and he screamed in anguish. With violent, internal sobbing and cries for help Arthur was helpless as he watched his tank top sprout arms and turn beige as an ugly button down shirt replaced his trendy muscle tee. Arthur could bear to watch as his trainers grew heavier and clumpier, the material turned black and into leather as cumbersome, ugly dress shoes replaced his trainers. Finally there was only one item of clothing left to change as Arthur bawled and tears fell down his face, his designer boxers changed to white and became extremely tight and much to Arthur’s horror he watched as the waistband of his tighty whiteys rose above his trousers and had his beige shirt tucked into them. Arthur didn’t want to look at himself but with all the mirrors around it was impossible not, he was nerd, an ugly, clumsy, unfashionable nerd.

Arthur couldn’t hide his devastation and misery as he finally clomped over to the group of jock and stood in the middle of them, his tiny body now dwarfed by the sweaty, pumped up smelly jocks. With one last change a sharp pain ran through Arthur’s head, the new memories slamming themselves over his old ones. No longer did he head to the gym that day after school, in fact the only time he ever went into one was for work, as his new job was IT maintenance of the gym computers and machines.  Never did he change his styles, he had never given up the nerdy things he loved and so he had never been admired by the jocks or frat bros. Instead he had come over for a different reason now as the biggest, smelliest jock grabbed his exposed underwear waistband and yanked it upwards.

Arthur sobbed and wailed in pain as the jocks laughed at him hanging from the strong alpha man’s grasp, the laughter only grew more as Arthur felt himself unleash a torrent of piss into his pants. Arthur had been a loser at school and he was still a loser now, as the jocks pushed him to the floor and shoved there sweaty asses in his face and begun farting. Arthur didn’t even fight back, he just sat there as foul gas was unleashed into his face and as the jocks grabbed his glasses and smashed them into the ground. Arthur feebly reached out to his broken reminder, a reminder that he would no longer need because he would never be that strong, confident muscular man ever again.Yet, still Arthur wanted it, to give him hope, that one day he could be that man again but before he could reach out the symbol of his crushed dreams and old life the jocks hoisted him up by his underwear and headed to the toilets, it was swirly time and one of the jocks had forgotten to flush.