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The Strange Case of Antoine Vaillant
🕑 Added 2021-09-03 13:00:05 +0000 UTCThis story is based off an idea by my good buddy Brandon Twice - if you're not familiar with his work then I highly recommend you check out his Patreon!
Antoine Valliant had never been the type to hold back from speaking his mind. He didn’t consider himself to be confrontational or even rude, but if something needed to be said then he wasn’t going to shy away from it. Such was the case when one of the smaller guys at his local gym got a bit too comfortable staring at him during his workouts, letting their eyes linger on Antoine’s powerful muscles as they bulged and flexed while working through his exercises. Now, the pro bodybuilder really didn’t have an issue with gay folks. He was comfortable in his own heterosexuality but he knew plenty of guys who were stand-up fellas and also happened to like other men, so it was really no big deal. What he didn’t appreciate was when other guys looked at him like he was nothing more than a piece of meat, which this guy was definitely doing. As such, Antoine knew he had to put a stop to it.
“Look man, you really gotta focus on your workout and stop staring at me,” he informed the other, using a deep and commanding tone that left little room for argument. “I’m not interested and you’re coming across as a creep. Do us both a favour and stop staring at me, okay?” The much smaller man had enough sense to look mortified in response to being called out for his behaviour and nodded meekly before scurrying away. Antoine hoped that would be the end of it and he could go back to working out in peace. He was friends with the gym manager so if the guy slipped back into old habits then Antoine would just have a word and have the guy’s membership cancelled. He didn’t want things to go that far, but he also wasn’t ruling it out as a possibility; he was well aware that some people never took a hint no matter how plainly it was stated to them.
As soon as the moment was over, Antoine cast it out of his mind and focused back on his workout. He was six weeks out from his next show and was determined to bring his best physique yet so there was no time to dwell on anything that might serve as a distraction. His workouts were the most intense they had ever been and all of the hard work was really starting to show as his body was sculpted into powerful proportions that might best be described as godly. Antoine knew all too well that he couldn’t let an ego develop though, it would lead to him coasting and eventually tripping over the hurdles before his show. Bodybuilding was as much about keeping a healthy mind as it was about having the perfect body, and Antoine wasn’t about to sacrifice one for the other.
Later that day, the massive bodybuilder was spread out across his sofa, a plastic carton with his sixth meal of the day held in his hands, wearing only a pair of boxers to cover up his impressive manhood. He was watching some mindless action movie starring one of those pretty boys named Chris that Hollywood was so obsessed with, although which one it was he couldn’t quite remember. It was about as average an evening as he could possibly be - or at least it was, right up until the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon and the clock on his living room wall ticked past nine o’clock. At that moment Antoine was struck by a sudden electrical jolt that prompted every single muscle in his body to tense up at once. The shock caused the plastic carton to drop from his hands, the remaining food spreading out across the floor. Great - not only would his calorie count be off but he also now had to clean up a mess!
Rising to his feet, Antoine took a step towards the kitchen to grab his cleaning materials only to be struck by another jolt that caused him to fall back onto the sofa. His body hummed with static as a gasp escaped the big man’s lips. Muted terror flooded through his mind: was he having some sort of medical emergency? Deeming it better to be safe than sorry, Antoine reached out towards the cell phone that was resting on the coffee shop, only to be stopped when his eyes caught sight of something bewildering: his fingers were slimming down! As he continued to watch, Antoine was horrified to discover that his powerful forearms were losing their bulky shape, with the hard muscle underneath the surface evaporating away. Within seconds his forearms had halved in density, and the changes were only progressing further up his arms. His mighty biceps and triceps withered away, the strength completely sapped away by some invisible force. What the hell is happening to me?!
Attempting to get back onto his feet only resulted in failure, as the same changes that had transformed the powerful limbs that were his arms into skinny twigs had spread to his legs. The mighty columns that supported Antoine’s bulky frame were withering away leaving him fragile and unsteady. His prominent calves retreated until the muscle was as undefined as some high school nerd’s, while the enormous watermelons of his quads wilted to adopt a much more slender shape. Even his manhood wasn’t exempt, with his proud eight inches shrinking back into a mere three inches soft, while his heavy balls diminished to the size of peanuts. The only part of his lower half that seemed to be unaffected by the crippling changes was his ass, with his cheeks remaining large and plump, only with his legs so diminished, the round globes appeared particularly prominent.
For the first time in many years, Antoine felt truly vulnerable. He wasn’t easily intimidated, but there was no denying that whatever was happening to him was absolutely terrifying. It shouldn’t have been possible and yet there was no denying the horrible truth that his muscles were disappearing before his very eyes, leaving him with a much weaker physique and certainly not one he could step onto the stage with! The powerful muscles of his chest deflated like a balloon having its air slowly released: the massive mounds of muscle that were his pecs flattened out, while his beautifully defined abs disappeared behind added softness, barely still clutching onto existence.
Antoine lunged forward and finally grabbed his cell phone, although he felt compelled to open the front-facing camera to inspect the damage done to his face. Truthfully it wasn’t actually too bad. His lips were considerably fuller and his skin had more of a youthful glow to it, but he could still see himself in his eyes, brows and nose. His thick neck was much slimmer too, although much more notable was the sudden presence of platinum blond hair sprouting from his usually smooth scalp. Over the course of the next few seconds it formed a short and stylish cut that completed his new waifish appearance and Antoine was left gaping in confusion at an inexplicably warped version of himself. He looked like he needed a good cheeseburger or six just to add a bit more mass - he couldn’t weigh much more than one-hundred and thirty pounds!
With a trembling lower lip, the much smaller man attempted to decide what his next move would be. He needed to speak to a doctor or someone, but would they ever believe that he was actually Antoine Vaillant, an IFBB pro? They’d probably dismiss him as a younger brother, if they even recognised any familiarity at all. He might end up in a psych ward for claiming to be someone he couldn’t possibly be, and that would only hinder any attempts he might make to get back to his true size! The uncertainty kept Antoine trapped in its icy grip until he found himself distracted by the events taking place on the wall-mounted screen. The action movie had reached the obligatory scene where the main star took his shirt off and displayed his powerful muscles - and in a stunning twist, Antoine was absolutely enamored with the display! He simply couldn’t pull his eyes away from the actor’s rippling muscles and how they glistened from the sweat his character had worked up in the preceding fight scene.
While his admiration of the movie star’s physique had been surprising enough, things took a step further as the movie transitioned into a love-making scene, with the action hero dominating some diminutive pretty girl. A strange hunger stirred deep within Antoine and to his horror he found himself feeling envious of the girl, wishing he was the one underneath that powerful physique with the hunks lips peppering kisses across his slim body. The more he stared and imagined, the faster his reduced manhood rose to attention. The urge to pleasure himself was rapidly increasing, but mercifully the scene faded out before Antoine could get too far. Snapped back to some level of awareness, the former bodybuilder jumped back to his feet, resolved to do something to save himself.
Although it was hard to get his thoughts in order, there was one moment from the day that clearly stood out to Antoine when he tried to consider what might have caused such a dramatic change to his physique. He had just found himself lusting after another man the way he was certain that guy from the gym had lusted after him, and he was now just as short and skinny as the other had been too. Those things couldn’t possibly be coincidental, could they? He did this to me! A plan quickly began to form in Antoine’s mind: he just had to get to the gym, convince his buddy who owned the place of his true identity, and get that creep’s contact information. From there he’d demand that his transformation be reversed and decide on a fitting punishment for the pathetic weakling who had evidently put some sort of curse on him. It wasn’t a foolproof plan but it was about as good as he was going to get, given the circumstances.
The first issue Antoine was presented with was finding clothes that would actually fit him, as his body was now much better suited to garments that were labelled “small” rather than the XXLs that populated his wardrobe. It took him some ten minutes to find items that looked only mildly humiliating on him, with a large hoodie reaching all the way down to his thighs. He had even less luck when it came to the shoes and reluctantly slipped into a pair of flip-flops simply because they were the only shoes that didn’t fall right off of his feet when he attempted to take a step. When he finally stepped out of his house, Antoine was about as insecure as a man could be and the blows only kept coming as he climbed into the river’s seat of his truck and realised that he’d need to put a cushion on the chair just to be able to see over the wheel, as well as moving the chair forward so he could reach the gas pedal!
Antoine’s heart thundered in his chest throughout the short drive to the gym, so in an attempt to distract himself he turned on the radio. His usual choice of classic rock no longer appealed to the French-Canadian though, and he instead navigated to a station that exclusively played pop music. Without even realising what he was doing, he started to hum along to the Taylor Swift song that was playing. Upon reaching the chorus though, Antoine became aware of himself and quickly slammed a hand down on the radio to turn it off. How did I even know the words?! It wasn’t as if he made a habit of listening to pop music, yet it was difficult to claim that he hadn’t been enjoying it…
Once he had made it to the gym, Antoine hurried to get out of the truck and into the establishment. He was immediately greeted by the familiar soundtrack of deep masculine grunting and heavy barbells being dropped to the ground, as well as the thick musky scent of sweat that hit Antoine like a battering ram. He froze in the entrance, horrified by how his cock twitched in delight at the strength of that odor. Why was he getting turned on by such a disgusting funk? His unusual responses to the events going on with him weren’t getting any easier for Antoine to accept, and he continued to struggle against them.
As if things weren’t difficult enough for Antoine already, it appeared that the gym manager had already gone home, and one of the new hires was working the desk at that late hour. The guy’s name badge identified him as Brett and while he was nowhere near as Antoine would be in his rightful body, the gym employee towered over his new form to such a degree that the bodybuilder actually found himself strangely intimidated. Even worse, his gaze lingered on how the sleeves of the man’s polo shirts were hugging his massive arms, and immediately a number of inappropriate thoughts about what Brett might do to him entered Antoine’s mind, prompting a fierce blush to cross over his cheeks.
“Can I help you, bro?” the other man asked, his voice emerging as a deep rumble that sent a shockwave through Antoine. “Are you a member here?”
“I- I’m Antoine Vaillant.” Antoine had attempted to speak with confidence but that had drained away in an instant when he heard the high-pitched tenor that came forth from his lips. “I was here earlier and there was this guy who kept watching me and-- and I think he put a curse on me!” The bodybuilder’s lower lips started to quiver as his emotions got the better of him. He already knew that Brett wouldn’t believe him, so what was the point?
Sure enough, the gym employee seemed to be fighting back the urge to laugh. “Uh, are you sure you’re not his little brother, my dude?” the guy suggested, just as Antoine had anticipated. “I can see the family resemblance but you’re like two-hundred pounds too light to be Antoine, no offence.” Brett beckoned him closer and Antoine felt compelled to do as instructed. When Brett spoke again it was in a low and irresistible murmur: “I’ll be honest though, smaller guys like you are much more my speed. I like a guy I can throw around and have some fun with, you know what I mean?”
The words shook Antoine right to his very core and he was painfully hard in an instant, feeling unsteady on his feet. He attempted to protest that he really was Antoine, but he couldn’t speak through the cottony sensation in his mouth and instead merely stared at the hunky gym employee with a slightly agape mouth that was likely only fuelling Brett’s indecent thoughts. Had he been in his right body, Antoine would have rebuffed the other man’s advances in a calm yet confident manner. This was a whole different story though. Not only did he lack the confidence to turn the other down but he wasn’t even sure that he wanted to! Brett had his heart racing and his cock throbbing and he seemed to be interested. How was Antoine supposed to ignore all that?!
With his resilience in absolute tatters, the bodybuilder-turned-twink found himself submissively following Brett’s instructions to wait for him in the staff’s private locker room. It was twenty long minutes until Brett’s replacement arrived to take over on the desk and in that time Antoine sunk further and further into the mindset of a horny gay man with a strong kink for muscle, sweat and the musky scents of muscular men. Left to his own devices, Antoine helped himself to the damp workout gear in Brett’s open locker and held it up to his button nose, inhaling the intoxicating aroma that the sweaty garment held until he was finally joined in the room by the dominant titan who had dominated Antoine’s every thought for the past twenty minutes.
Never in a million years would Antoine have anticipated that his day would climax with another man having his way with the French-Canadian’s virgin ass, but life was full of surprises and Antoine was very much full of Brett’s thick shaft. The gym employee lived up to his promise of manhandling the much smaller IFBB pro, applying just enough pressure with his grip to cause both pain and pleasure. Antoine was putty in the other’s hands and relished in every moment of it, even though there continued to be a small part of his consciousness that was horrified by the actions he was performing - or more accurately, having performed upon him. Brett used him like he was nothing more than a sex toy and spoke to him as such too, calling Antoine “a needy hole”. The degrading name only turned the twink on even more; he was a glutton for his own humiliation!
By the time Brett finally finished inside of him, Antoine had already cum hands-free over his slender chest. The larger man hit his climax with a mighty roar and pleasure washed through the transformed Antoine like a wave across a sandy beach. For a few fleeting moments it was as if he was flying high among the clouds, experiencing as pure a joy as any man could possibly experience.
Once Brett pulled out of him though, a familiar jolt caused Antoine to seize up. Then, over the next sixty seconds, his body began to inflate and his slender frame filled in with the strong muscles he had worked so hard to form. Brett merely watched in bewilderment as the twink he had just ravaged transformed back into the bodybuilder he had originally claimed to be. The blond hair retreated into his scalp, his manhood returned to full strength, and his whimpers of pleasure dropped into deep grunts of satisfaction. His confidence was immediately replenished as he finally rose up to his full height, towering over the man who had been so intimidating just a few minutes earlier.
Antoine’s delight at being restored to his rightful size was short lived though as he recalled the events of the past half an hour and how he’d let another man treat him like he was nothing more than a hole for the other’s pleasure. As he wiped himself clean with the garment he had been huffing just a short while earlier, Antoine flinched at the pain he felt in his ass and avoided the other man’s eye. “Nobody hears about this, you got me?” he growled as he got dressed in the clothes that mercifully now fit him much better. When he finally levelled a glare at Brett, the gym employee nodded meekly, although there was still a dumb smile upon his lips.
Fighting back against his newfound self-loathing, Antoine stormed out of the gym and returned to his truck. He wanted to believe that his experiences that night were nothing more than a nightmare, but the various aches and pains at various parts of his body refused to let him believe as such. Still certain that his gym stalker was to blame for his transformation, Antoine vowed to track the other down and demand to know how it had happened. He’d also be getting some much needed revenge for the humiliation he’d experienced!
Unfortunately for Antoine, his stalker didn’t show his face in the gym the following day. The bodybuilder struggled to properly invest in his workout, especially when he caught sight of Brett getting started with his own training. No matter how hard Antoine tried to push the previous night’s events out of his mind, they continued to worm their way back in. Getting fed up, the bodybuilder decided it was in his best interest to just head home and relax for the remainder of the day. As the hours ticked by, he was even able to relax enough for his eyes to droop shut and the warm embrace of sleep welcomed him into an afternoon nap.
When his eyes finally opened later in the day, the clock had ticked past nine o’clock and once again Antoine discovered himself back in a much smaller body with an intense desire to be manhandled by a muscle hunk and have his tight hole filled up with the virile seed of a bodybuilder! At the thought of being reunited with Brett, the twink squealed in delight, all of his worries from earlier in the day locked away in the back of his mind. The proud mentality of a straight man had vanished, just as it would on every single night forth, replaced by the insatiable desires of a horny gay twink with a singular goal in mind: getting ravished by bodybuilders like there was no tomorrow!
