Hey all, it's been a while. My writing has been more vanilla since I last posted a story, focusing on more professional stuff. But it seems like we've really hit a dry spell again around here after the conclusion of Fallonives's Unequal Exchange (here) so I decided to get to work and edit out a copy of this story for general release. It's was supposed to be a part of a series that I wanted to release pre-pandemic, about a muscle-wasting virus, but that seemed really too on the nose in the wake of everything that happened. So I shelved the concept for a time but I think this story needs some sunlight. This would have been probably fifth or sixth in a series of vignettes about how the virus was working its way through the world and ecosystem. Not looking to spoil anything, simply setting up the premise for what is about to take place.

As always, I left the ending wide open for transformation and expansion. I highly encourage others to add to my works and to make their own stories, pursuing their own sexual flavors and making them come alive. If you do build on the story, please share the additional work for others to enjoy! We have a very niche fantasy and strongly encourage open collaboration instead of locking things away behind paywalls. Off my soapbox and onto the story.

Shrinking, Muscle Loss, Height Loss, Male Perspective

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Poseidon's Revenge, by whosbiggernow

Noah picked up a piece of sushi and dunked it into the little bowl of sauce beside the main plate. The rice turned a light brown as the soy soaked into it.

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"All I'm saying," he started before fumbling with his chopsticks to lift the piece of sushi out of the dish, "is that I get tired of chicken breast all the time, you know?" He popped the bundle of rice and fish into his mouth.

"I'm telling you dude, vegan's the way to go." Cedar smiled at his friend before popping a piece of sushi as well. Noah chewed thoughtfully while Cedar continued pitching him. "Look, all the deliciousness of sushi, but without any of the environmental impacts. You got your cucumber, your avocado, what else do you need?"

"Protein." Noah retorted flatly.

"That's what tofu's for dude! And almonds. There's way more protein in plants than you'd believe."

"That be a lot of fuckin almonds," Noah said as he shoveled two more pieces of sushi into his mouth. "I'm having a hard time getting 200 grams per day with chicken and fish. I'd need to eat like what, four pounds of almonds to hit that? No thanks..."

"I mean they do make supplements too." Cedar glanced at the ground. "But yeah, it probably would take quite a bit."

"Not for nothing, but there's a reason why I've gained almost 30 pounds and you're what, like 10 pounds heavier than when we started?"

Cedar blushed a little. He didn't want to admit that since they had started going to the gym together he hadn't even put on that much. Noah and he used to be the same size, about 180 pounds, but while he had discounted Noah's gains as genetics at first it was impossible to deny that diet was definitely playing a role. In over a year of consistent lifting he really didn't look that much different while his roommate had ballooned into a muscle beast. Cedar took in the sight of the lean strongman's body seated across from him.

Noah had packed on at least 30 pounds and while it wasn't all muscle, the small amount that was fat only made his muscles look that much fuller. He was barely contained by the medium tank top he had squeezed himself into when Cedar asked him if he wanted to come-with to get some sushi. The envy was almost enough to get him to eat a hamburger, but he quickly pushed the feeling back down.

Noah could see that he had hurt his buddy's feelings. "I'm sorry man. It's just... I see how much effort you put in and it kills me that you don't look like this." He drew an arm across his chest, flexing the biceps. It jumped at the contraction. Cedar guessed that it had to be around 18 inches. Maybe more. He sighed.

"You're pretty tempting..."

"Well, you might not have the biggest muscles in the gym, but like you said: No environmental impacts." Noah smiled at him. "You can honestly say that that's some Grade A grass-fed prime beef!" He reached a thick arm across the table and palmed Cedar's pectoral as he said it.

Cedar flexed the muscle and Noah made a mock surprised face. "265 for reps, baby. And all tofu powered!" Cedar said with a laugh.

"Impressive," Noah offered, dipping the last piece of his sushi roll into the sauce before gulping it down. He stared at the empty dish, contemplating it.

"Still hungry?"

"Yeah. But also trying to figure out how much protein that was."

"Probably not enough."

Noah smirked. "You're probably right." Noah signaled to the waiter and they come over shortly. "I'd like another rainbow roll, please." Noah paused, considering the order. "Actually, two please." The waiter nodded and looked at Cedar.

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"No, thank you, I'm okay for now." With a curt nod the waiter headed back to the tsuke-ba.

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The pair sat in silence for a few minutes. Noah caught a girl in the next booth over drinking him in and he winked. She quickly looked away while her cheeks turned a dark crimson. Cedar saw the wink but had his back to the other booth. He rolled his eyes knowing exactly what was going on.

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"Maybe my lack of gains is from the sleep deprivation." He hissed.

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It was Noah's turn to roll his eyes. "We're not that loud."

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"You're not that quiet either."

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"Sorry not sorry bro. A man's got needs."

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"Yeah. A need to sleep well. Geez that girl you had over the other night was a screamer."

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Noah shrugged. "What can I say? I know how to pick 'em." He smiled at Cedar. "The twinks you bring back aren't much quieter, you know." Cedar blushed. He wasn't in the closet but the idea of Noah taking notice of his sex life was uncomfortable.

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"Like you said, a man's got needs," he said, trying to brush the comment off. Noah simply nodded with a smile of understanding.

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"Amen to that." Something behind Cedar caught Noah's gaze but before he could turn to see what it was the waiter appeared over his shoulder. The man set down the two plates of sushi in front of Noah. "Thank you!" Noah grinned. He pulled the first plate up in front of him and dug in. The roll was gone in the blink of an eye. Cedar marveled at how his roommate could pack the food away.

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Noah reached for the second plate and went about pulling the roll apart. He placed the piece of sushi in his mouth and chewed. He swallowed and then frowned before picking up another piece and eating it without any soy sauce or wasabi. He swallowed but frowned again.

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"I don't think this fish is good," he said, pushing the plate away. Cedar looked up at him. Noah did look a little pale.

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"You want a piece of mine to get the taste out?" Cedar offered. Noah shook his head before looking up and around for the waiter. Cedar watched, puzzled, as Noah seemed to slump in the seat despite stretching to look around. He sat head and shoulders above the back of the booth but as Cedar looked at him he watched as Noah's chin rapidly sunk to the level of where his shoulders had been. It looked like he was retracting into himself.

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"You feeling okay dude? You look like you're doubled over; getting ready to hurl," Cedar looked around trying to see if there was something he could grab for his hunched-over friend to throw up into. Noah waved him off, putting both his hands on the table and pressing his back into the booth. As he braced himself he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. But just as he regained himself another wave of nausea washed over him. He felt the fabric of the booth's backboard shift behind him. At the same time, the table seemed to stretch too. When he heard Cedar let out a gasp his eyes snapped open. The room looked different. He and Cedar were sitting eye to eye. His arms, still outstretched, barely reached the edge of the table.

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"I don't know what the fuck is happening dude, but you just shrank. Like, a lot," Cedar stammered, wide-eyed.

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Noah jumped up from the table, the tank top looking much baggier than it had when they had sat down to their meal. His pectorals no longer stretched the front of the fabric and his v-tapered lats that flared out of the sides were dwindling rapidly. The striations of his upper serratus quickly softened and disappeared as the outward angle of the muscles flattened as well.

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He fumbled as his smaller feet slipped out of the flip flops he was wearing, the number of steps to get to the bathroom much more than he was used to as his height quickly retreated as well. Noah pushed on the swinging door into the restroom, appalled at how much closer to the push-panel he was but even more so at how heavy the door seemed to be. He ducked into the first open stall and let the door slam behind him, not bothering to lock it. He quickly sank to his knees over the toilet and instinctively stuck his finger down his throat. Memories of college, his first time drinking way too much, flashed into his head. This certainly was easier to do when drunk. He shoved his finger down deeper but before he could trigger a gag response he felt another wave of nausea.

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He watched, horrified, as his sight-line sank to the point that it came even with the flush-handle. Noah desperately plunged his fingers back into his throat and lurched violently, finally hitting the reflex. He expelled the sushi violently and took a few deep breaths. Then, he tried again. Noah wasn't sure that the sushi is what had caused this reaction, but it was the only thing in the moment that made sense.

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His second attempt was as successful as the first but brought up more bile than fish and rice. He took another couple of deep breaths and stood up. The bathroom stall loomed above him even though he was standing. As Noah reached out to hit the handle to flush the toilet, he recoiled slightly. His hands were tiny! His gaze carried its way up his arm from his hands: His forearms had thinned; his plump, round biceps were nearly gone. He had no beautiful horseshoe left to his triceps. Over his right shoulder, just above the former softball biceps, the strap of his tank hung limply.

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He fled the stall to take stock of himself in front of the mirrors. Noah shuddered when he saw his reflection. He looked like a smaller version of his 13 year old self! The 30 pounds that he'd packed on in the last year had vanished along with about another 50. He looked like he'd blow away in a light breeze!

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The scale of the bathroom was disorienting and he had to lean on the sink to steady himself. On top of the muscle, he guessed he'd also lost at least a half foot in height. Maybe more. He used to be about six-foot flat, and he definitely wasn't that any more. The shorts he had on, which were barely clinging to his much-reduced waist, came a few inches below the knee. When they'd sat down to their meal the shorts had been mid-thigh and tight around his thick hamstrings.

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"You okay in there dude?" Called Cedar with a light knock on the door. Noah's eyes went wide. How was he going to face Cedar? This was beyond humiliating! But he needed help. He had to get to a doctor right away.

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"Yeah. No. Sort of..." he peeped, grabbing at his throat. His voice didn't sound right. It was higher. Maybe from the smaller lung capacity? He touched his Adam's apple in the mirror. It was still there. His face was still masculine. If anything the drop in weight made it look hyper-masculine. The features, without fat, were cut into stark relief. Especially in the bathroom lighting. He had full cheeks and a soft chin before, but know his cheek bones were prominent and his jaw and chin had a razor's edge. "Manlet" the word popped into his head.

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"I'm coming in," Cedar called, pushing open the door before Noah could object. Noah held a hand up to stop him but Cedar was fast, but just as quickly took a step back when he saw his friend standing at the sink. "Dude. What. The. Fuck." Cedar's eyes were wide. Noah was silent. Cedar regained himself and took a few steps closer. Noah shuddered. He felt small. He felt downright tiny. He was used to looking slightly down at Cedar. He was just an inch taller than his vegan roommate normally. He cringed as Cedar squatted down to make them eye level. "You're shrimpier than the shrimp in that sushi, dude!" Cedar laughed nervously.

But Noah could tell by the tent forming in the other man's gym shorts that Cedar was enjoying this. "What the hell happened here? How could you shrink like this? Into practically a kid!?" Cedar ruffled his hair but Noah ducked away.

Cedar's hand felt huge on his head. "Guess you won't be needing 200 grams of protein anymore." Cedar stood back up. Noah watched as his cock pulsed larger in his shorts, bobbing up to meet him. Cedar saw him leering.

"You like that?" he grabbed at his package, tugging. "I thought you only fancied the ladies?" he asked smugly.

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Ladies! Women! Shit! The thoughts ran through his head quickly. How was he ever going to have sex again, looking like this?

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"What am I going to do looking like this?" Noah scowled, verbalizing his concern.

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"Well, for starters, I know a few new ways you can take care of your share of the rent," Cedar said with a big smile. He placed one hand on Noah's shoulder to hold him in place while he fished out his cock with the other. It looked gigantic to Noah. He was used to seeing it around the apartment from time to time, but from this perspective it seemed almost god-like. He shuddered. He wanted to fight it but another part of him just wanted to submit. The submission was calling to him. He was used to always being the top. The reversal spoke to him on a deeper level. He looked up at Cedar with doe eyes.

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"Promise we'll go to the doctor after this?" He asked. But there was a whine in his voice too; a beg.

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"Oh man, I could get used to this," Cedar said from above. "But yes, I promise. Only so long as you bring me to climax buddy." He said with a smirk. Noah gulped.