Cranked this one out since I haven't had much motivation to work on the other larger work I've been teasing about. Enjoy! As always, there are a lot of directions this can go further so if anyone wants to build on this work please feel free to.

Trigger warning: References to false rape allegations but no descriptions of the event.

Muscle Drain, Muscle Loss, Humiliation, Age Regression, Shrinking, Height Loss

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Time Served, by whosbiggernow

Justin's heart rate quickened as the sound of the gavel filled the court room, bringing it to silence. His defense attorney had done his best, but Justin wasn't feeling too confident. The jury stared back at him; furtive, darting glances that told him all he needed to know.

"On the count of rape in the third degree, how does the jury find?" The judge asked once he had the room's attention.

"On the count of rape in the third degree, we the jury find the defendant guilty" replied the head juror. A small cheer went up from the plaintiff's side of the court room.

From underneath a curl of dark black hair Faye smirked at him. Any hint of the love they had shared was gone from her eyes and a deep hint of malice seemed to have taken its place. He knew he was innocent, that she had consented, but the circumstantial evidence and her wailing on the stand had been enough to sway the jury.

As Justin caught her eye he knew he should have known better. She was a textbook psychopath and he had told his attorney as much. But they hadn't been able to prove it. The reality of the path he was about to head down began to set in.

"The defendant is sentenced to corrective treatment for his crime and will serve his choice of 25 years at Ruckfall Penitentiary or is free to go if he elects to make the treatment permanent." The judge paused to look at Justin as he processed his punishment. Neither option was good but he knew which was better. "Mr. Betto, what is your decision?"

"Ruckfall, your honor" he replied softly. His voice did not carry the normal bass and bravado that it normally had.

"An unfortunate choice, Mr. Betto, but I suppose understandable." He then addressed the court. "By his own choice the defendant is sentenced to undergo corrective treatment immediately to be transferred to Ruckfall upon completion to serve his 25 years."

"We'll appeal this. Wise choice." His attorney said to him quietly as the bailiff came to take him away. The handcuffs were re-secured and he was led out from the courtroom, but not before shooting Faye an evil glare. She simply smiled and waived a phony goodbye with a cock of the eyebrow.

Every step brought Justin closer towards his fate. As he was led through the hallways of the courthouse he tried to size up the bailiff. The man was much shorter than him, probably not more than 6-foot, and Justin figured he also had at least 75 pounds on him, his own muscular frame being close to 300. The pragmatic side of his brain argued against the thoughts of escape - what would it matter to break free in the court house? There was a reason that the procedure was done immediately after sentencing and not after transport. Justin had heard stories about what was going to happen next and his blood ran cold with the thought of it.

He had hardly time to get his thoughts in order by the time the baliff was leading him down a stairway towards the basement of the courthouse and through a double door reminiscent of an operating room. The room was more of an ante-theater though, with a large window for viewing an interior room. Its contents caused a chill to run through Justin's spine and prickled his skin making the dark, thick hairs stand on end.

He was led to a chair that, he realized, probably had been the last place of thousands of lethal injections. He was grateful that this was not the same path he'd be taking. Even though he was an innocent man, he found it somewhat heartening that for the most part the corrective treatment had replaced the death penalty. Although he was about to find out first-hand whether this was truly the more humane option.

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Leather straps were secured to his hands and feet, the animal hide biting deep into his flesh. The guard who tied him down understood the grimace. "It'll only be tight for a few minutes," he offered. The brute of a security guard was the first man he'd seen in a while who could rival his own hulking body: They were of equal height and while Justin probably outweighed the guard by 20 pounds he would have enjoyed spending a round or two in the ring with him. They were fairly evenly matched, both with broad shoulders and heavily muscled.

Justin's mind wandered, led by that thought - What would prison be like? Would they be allowed time in a gym; to lift weights and box and such? Would it even have any effect? He felt a wave of relief that he had at least a small amount of hand-to-hand experience. It would probably make his time at Ruckfall easier. Small advantages would make the difference, he imagined.

"This treatment will be administered for a temporary duration, for reversal upon the completion of your sentence or upon any successful appeals. Is that understood?"

A lanky man in a long white coat asked him, standing over him with a stern look on his face. Justin wondered how a doctor was allowed to have such obvious contempt for his patient.

"I do," he whispered.

"Louder please, for the microphones and the record."

Something clicked in Justin's mind and he re-found his voice. "I do" he said confidently, proudly, the deep timbre recovered. He was innocent. He should not be afraid. This was a temporary situation, not permanent. He'd be out in the world again in a flash, as soon as his lawyer could get the appeal heard. He tried to reassure himself, calm himself down as he watched the drawn doctor prepare the solution.

The needle with the solution was fairly mundane. Justin had been expecting a radioactive glow, but the filling of the syringe looked nothing more than a mildly opaque water. He tried to remain calm, tried to reassure himself, but terror fired through his brain and he began to thrash as the doctor stepped closer with the serum. It was not death, that he knew, but his instincts resisted and neuron upon neuron lit up as his brain snapped from flight into fight at the restraints. The leather strained and bit deeper into his wrists and chest as he attempted to lunge at the doctor who, for his part, was remarkably collected.

Not many men could stare down a 300 pound muscle-bound hulk and not flinch. With a nod from the doctor to the security guard, Justin found his head restrained and could only see the ceiling for a few moments. He continued to thrash until he felt the prick of the needle in his wrist, close to where the straps were secured.

His body went slack in defeat, the serum administered. His fate was sealed... For now. The serum was as cold as ice as it entered his veins.He could feel as the sensation made its way through his body, following the pathways of his veins as it made its throughout his blood and seeped into the muscles and bone. Justin again found himself pulling at the straps trying to escape from himself but the thick leather bound him in place. The feeling crept from his wrist down into his fingers and made his left hand temporarily numb before giving way to something different, a strange sensation that Justin couldn't quite place. The chill also spread up his arm and through his biceps and Justin realized the muscles were involuntarily spasming, making the leather bite deeper into his flesh. The feeling of the solution in his veins as well as the uncontrolled twitching spread up into his triceps and deltoid and then across his broad shoulders. His breathing became ragged and shallow once the iciness started to seep into his neck and chest. Justin's eyes grew wide when his thick pectorals began to bounce. For a moment the terror gave way to amusement as Justin had a brief thought that they should play some island music during this part of the process. A wry smile flashed across his face as he thought of what it might look like from their perspective, his big muscled body dancing along without control to a tropical tune.

The amusement was fleeting: A sudden lurch and drop of his stomach as if he were on a roller coaster jolted Justin back to the morose reality of the situation. Nothing was changing, yet, but as the overwhelming cold seeped down through his abs and into his groin he began to feel different. The strange feeling that had been in his fingers and wrists was now settling in across his body, replacing the chill with something different. An ache of sorts, he realized. Almost as if one needed to sneeze but couldn't. As one leg after the other went cold, his whole body now feeling as if he had fallen through ice into a winter lake, a sense of calm and complacency began to wash over him. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his hefty member stirring from its slumber and erecting itself in spite of the terror and other emotions he was feeling. The hard-on raged and jumped to full mast, spasming involuntarily along with the rest of his muscles. He could feel the rough canvas of his jumper grinding against seemingly every part of his body. The sensation was unbearably stimulating. He felt as if his whole body needed to ejaculate. It was with this thought that Justin realized what the sensation was that he was feeling: He had a tingle of blue balls not only in his groin but across his whole body, making it ache for release.

For a moment Justin thought he was going to either pass out or die. From somewhere far away he heard the guard say "Hang in there fella. Stay with us." And then closer, almost in his head, he heard the guard say, "If you think this is bad, wait until the reversal." There was unmistakable malice and contempt in the voice. But Justin's thoughts were too overwhelmed by his senses to truly internalize what he was being told.

"This is it", Justin thought to himself at the edge of his consciousness. He wondered who he would be at the end of this, whether any part of himself would remain. The mental changes were what scared him the most, his body having been such an integral part of his psyche since he'd hit puberty in high school.

"Oh fuck" he exclaimed as he felt the sudden, final release and the world shifted around him. "Holy FuuUuckK..." he heard himself say, his voice cracking as it changed pitch. "HeEelpP mEeE" he whined without regret of showing fear, his voice cracking once again; this time as he felt the straps on his wrists loosen. He felt he coarse orange jumper move along his back and shoulders as they narrowed, rapidly losing the masculine breadth they'd had since high school.

The serenity inside of him kept him from crying out as he watched his wrists and forearms, thick from years of roofing work, become slender and lithe in a matter of seconds. The leather straps became lose around his arms as they dwindled down to half of their previous size, the thick, corded veins disappearing as well. As the spasms subsided into more of a throb, Justin could feel with each pulse as his body got smaller and smaller. Underneath him the chair seemed to move as his legs pulled upwards. The heels of his boots came off the floor, a quarter inch at first but with each pulse the gap increased. After a few moments he wriggled his toes, the boots becoming so loose that they were barely on his feet.

He let out another sharp gasp for breath as he felt something collide with his stomach. Justin was immensely confused by the pain, thinking momentarily that the guard had sucker punched him in the gut. His head lolled in agony as he nearly blacked out, but he came back around quickly. With a glance down realized that the feeling had been his chest and rib cage compressing. The pectoral shelf that had strained the confines of XXL jumper had disappeared. Only an airy sag in the material was left behind. The neck hole draped down around his shoulders exposing a smooth upper chest devoid of the thick pelt Justin had previously sported.

He caught the eye of the guard who was leering at him with more than just contempt: There was lust there too Justin realized. As his gaze drifted lower he realized the guard's khaki pants were supremely tented. "Must be nice," Justin's thought pierced through the haze and he glanced down at his own member. Although lost under the folds of billowing fabric, he knew it to be equally erect. With a little twitch he was able to find the outline of his cock. On his diminishing body it appeared to be a foot long even though Justin knew it to be smaller than that. He was above average but never in the porn star range. As he watched the pulses move through his body he thought at first that he was going flaccid, the outline growing fainter. He quickly realized to his horror that his proud member was, like the rest of his body, reducing in size.

He watched as it crept inch by inch back towards his groin, flanked by thighs that were equally lost in a fabric that had contained twice as much mass only a few minutes ago. As he felt the cock pull back into a nub, the sound of his boots hitting the floor rang out across the room. His feet had gotten so small that the boots had fallen right off, laced up and everything. He gulped in a moment of lucidity, the effects of the serum finally starting to subside and his mind becoming clearer.

As the relief of release began to ease from his body and the serum undid its hold on his mind, a niggling terror began to grow in Justin's mind and started pushing its way forward into full horror.

"It appears the process has finished," the doctor said as he stepped up from the side of Justin. Justin peered up into the face of the doctor which now seemed many times larger than he remembered it being only moments ago. He felt an uncharacteristic chill of fright run down his back. "Please untie Mr. Betto."

The guard with the tented trousers stepped forward with a sneer and Justin felt himself involuntarily recoil. "Just stay still," he said to Justin as he reached for the straps on his wrists. Justin flinched instinctively, although there was no need. Somewhere in the back of his mind Justin realized that this was a deeply uncharacteristic reaction for him; he never backed down. But now, now he felt as if he were a child in a room of giants. A quick glance at the guard's hand as he undid the wrist tie startled Justin when he realized the meaty hand was several times larger than his own now.

"Stand please" demanded the doctor once the straps were released. "Guard, please go grab Mr. Betto some better fitting clothes. And take a moment while you're out to gain some control over yourself please," the doctor requested with a glance towards the man's still-tented pants.

"I'm very sorry about that unprofessional display," he said flatly to Justin as he struggled to get up out of the chair. "Hm, yes, you're going to have a little adjustment to your motor function but you'll figure it out quick enough."

Justin felt himself blush as he shimmied to the edge of the seat and had to hop a little to get down. When he stood up and finally took in the scope of the room he almost wet himself. The jumper sagged from his shoulders and he nearly fit through the neck hole!

"Please strip," the doctor requested. Justin hesitated, glancing towards the observation window. "I promise the window has been opaqued for this part. There's no one here but you and I."

The thought of being unobserved and alone with the doctor should have caused Justin's fighting instincts to kick in. The man was frail and he could have easily overtaken him. But even though Justin realized what he should have done, he felt no desire to do it. The serum had altered his brain chemistry. To his surprise he still felt calm and unperturbed.

Still somewhat reluctant, Justin began to process of extricating himself from the many folds of the jumper. The sleeves had enveloped his arms and his legs were lost in the pools of fabric. After a brief struggle he opted to just climb right out of the neck hole instead of unzipping. He left behind his boxer-briefs as well. He stood stark naked in the middle of the room with the doctor looming over him.

"A mirror?" he offered to the diminished criminal with a gesture towards the wall. Justin took a few tender steps towards the mirror but recoiled when he caught sight of himself. A part of his brain screamed with alarm at the reflection.

He had easily lost over a foot in height and nearly every ounce of muscle he'd built up over the years. If it were not for the little paunch of a stomach he'd have looked like a starved prisoner. His arms and legs were stick thin, attached to a cavernous chest that sat atop a cock and balls that were fit for a child. Child-like was an apt description for his face and body too, which had lost all traces of hair, his jaw having lost its angularity as well.

"Please put this on," said the doctor, suddenly appearing behind him. Lost in thought Justin hadn't seen the guard drop off the new jumper. He was grateful the doctor hadn't allowed the predator to stay and see him like this.

A glance at the tag of the briefs and the jumper revealed them to be "small"s. He'd never worn a "small". Justin's entire psyche had been large. But not now. He felt a twinge of remorse as he slipped into the clothing and it still was a little big on him.

"Alright Mr. Betto, with everything complete it's time for your transfer. I think you will find the next few years will fly by." Justin nodded silently as the doctor led him towards the exit. "Good luck with your appeal." The doctor passed Justin off to a guard that was waiting outside the door. Justin was pleased to see it was a different one than who'd been in the transformation room with him. But the pleasure didn't last long.

"Huh, yeah, good luck with the appeal little man. Just know that the reversal process is even more painful than that. And Ruckfall, that's even more painful still. Ask yourself, shrimpy, in the land of the meek who ends up being king?"

Justin felt his stomach drop as he began to walk with the guard and he bit back vomit as he realized the answer to the question.