After playing around with the apps on his phone, Alex Crockford laughed at the photo-altering app which made his picture look like he had a really tiny head. However, after he closed the app and looked in the mirror, the stud was shocked to see that his reflection had the same tiny head as the morphed image. In his panic, Alex accidentally dropped his phone, breaking the screen in a way that he couldn’t unlock it and fix himself…
Luka Dončić was blissfully unaware of the curse one of the players on the opposing team had placed on him: For every point he scores, his head will get slightly smaller. It wasn’t until he heard the laughing from the fans in the audience and saw his picture displayed on the large screens that he noticed what had happened to him.
Poor Alex Lederman was holed up in his house, trying to get used to living with a shrunken head. His depth perception was all off, making everything seem further away than it was, and it was all the more difficult maneuvering his bulky body. But worse was how his sexy baritone voice had morphed into a cartoonish squeak that made him sound like chipmunk.
“This is bullshit,” he squeaked in his helium-esque voice as he stared in the mirror at his warped proportions.
“Look, Man, you proved your point,” the personal trainer squeaked in his small voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to scam you. Now please change me back!” He gestured at his baseball-sized head with a buff arm, the juxtaposing sizes making him look all the more ridiculous.
The magical client scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smirked. “Why don’t we go show off your new form to everyone else out on the floor? Then maybe after a few months I’ll consider changing you back.”
The personal trainer sighed, defeated; and he followed behind the client, his tiny head already turning red from the impending humiliation.
“What the fuck?!” my roommate cried out, his voice having shot up several octaves as he stared in horror at his tiny head that looked completely out of place atop his buff physique. “You said that the steroids wouldn’t shrink anything!”
“No,” I corrected him, “I said it wouldn’t shrink your junk. I didn’t say anything about your head.”
“Whatever,” he chirped, “just give me the damn antidote so I can fix this. I can’t go walking around with a shrunken head!”
The hunky officer handed the driver the speeding ticket. “Now just be sure to drive the speed limit from now on,” he said in his bass-filled voice that oozed authority.
The driver, scowling, snatched the ticket away from him and turned to stare daggers at him. “Cranium emarcesco!” he spat before speeding away.
The officer felt light-headed for a moment as a tingling sensation washed over him. It quickly passed and he shook his head, confused about what had just happened.
“Fuckin’ freak…” he muttered to himself, wincing when he heard his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium. He cleared his throat. “That was weird… What’s wrong with my voice?!” No matter how much he coughed or tried to clear his throat, the officer was panicking as he couldn’t stop sounding like a chipmunk.
He hurried to his patrol car and once he caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming high-pitched.
His head was at least four times smaller than it should’ve been, looking like it was about the size of a ripe orange. Its tininess made his shoulder look ridiculously broad, and apparently it was the cause behind his cartoonish voice.
“What the fuck happened to me?” the officer cried as he stared in horror at his shrunken head.
Someone! Please! It’s me, Alex Crockford! You got to help me! No, not up there, down here, underneath the shirt!
I don’t know how exactly it happened, but this stranger had been following me and staring at me during my entire workout. I thought he was harmless enough… until I finally got out to the parking lot and started unlocking my car. I suddenly heard some rustling in the bushes before feeling this immense pressure behind me. Turning towards the rear windows, I saw the same man pushing against my back… and actually disappearing intome!
I felt myself slowly losing control over my own body as more and more of the stranger slipped inside me. Meanwhile, there was also this weird feeling overcoming me as I realized he was trying to push my entire being out. In my horror I saw the stranger’s arms begin emerging in front of me, as if my chest was made out of putty. The most horrifying part though was the fact that I felt every sensation in those unfamiliar emerging arms. That’s when I realized, he was trying to push my consciousness into his own body and eject me!
“No you don’t!” I fought back as I channeled every ounce of my willpower to stay in my own body. If there was anything I had learned as a fitness trainer, it was that you could beat anything with willpower and hard work! Even when someone was trying to steal your body!
…..
In hindsight thought… I realize now that maybe I should’ve just let him push me out. Then maybe I could’ve asked for help, or even just train myself back up in the stranger’s body. Instead, one second I was fighting against the stranger for all of my worth, the next I sensed as his limp flabby body fell out in front of us… However, something was clearly wrong. Instead of being back in control of my body, I felt myself being heaved up and down and some blue fabric stretched out in front of me. The very same blue color of the shirt I had decided to wear today.
Not only could I not move or speak, but I felt so constricted and sweaty. “What was going on?!” I thought. The answer was given to me shortly after as the fabric was unfolded in front of me. I saw my own reflection on the car window, holding my own shirt up and grinning viciously. Without me being in control of it!
I saw myself stroke one hand across my perfect abs, take a peek inside my own shorts, before drawing circles around my nipples. That’s when an orgasmic feeling washed over my entire being and I would surely have moaned if I could. But instead I watched myself stick a drooling tongue out and lustfully say to myself :
“Oh god… it worked… I’m Alex Crockford now… fuuuck…”
That’s when it hit me! Instead of being pushed out completely or regaining control over my own body, I had landed somewhere right between… Somehow my consciousness was now stuck inside my own pecs!
Now the worst part isn’t the fact that I can’t call for help, or having to watch as the imposter violates my naked chiseled body in my own car, while spurting my semen all over the fancy car seats.
No, it’s the fact that… I don’t think the body thief actually knows I’m here…
I don’t want to be trapped as my own muscular pecs forever… Help!
