#size drain

[jzp-art]

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red sees a new bodybuilder at the gym. decides to give him a little preview on what hard work and dedication looks like, red has been messing with people with his abilities, now he knows how to add fat into his growth drain, he would at least in a green guy be the first to touch his new massive body

[itsvunker]

Tonight, it's bear night at the club where I work. I cast my gaze over the crowd of overweight hairy men inhabiting the floor until I see him. That right there, is my target for the evening. I tuck my shirt into my slacks to show off my slim physique and make my way across the room to him. He's sitting alone, nursing a beer at one of the high top tables, staring at his phone. The pale light of the dance floor illuminates his figure, it's soft glow bouncing off his shirtless body. The man had been here a few times lately. He was a professional bodybuilder, least as he tells it. Yes, you could see the impressive size of his various muscles, years of weight training and steroid use. However, he sat back far from the table, not because of his bulk, but instead because of his heft. He apparently had some sort of injury that prevented him from retaining his shredded physique and he now spends his nights here lamenting the loss of his career. The prodigious 60" beer gut that hung heavily off his torso shelved his massive pecs, but pushed him from the table. It was my ambition to relieve the poor brute of his anguish. At least, his current anguish. 

As I approached, he glanced away from his phone long enough to see my arrival. He was very clearly in deep thought about something, but he swished it away with the notification on his cell phone. His demeanor changed quickly as he initiated conversation. "Ro'ro my boy! Just the man I was hoping to see tonight!" He grinned. "Oh? And why's that big guy?" I passed as I took the stool across from him. "Well, listen..." he began, "I haven't been the greatest lately. In fact, I'm in pretty dire need of a win... Do you think... you could help me out?" He motioned to his crotch beneath the mountain of gut. My eyes lit up with obvious joy as I sheepishly stammered out "..y...yeah of course!!" He downed the rest of his beer and we began to ascend the tower above the bar to his suite. His phone went off once more, but he quickly swiped the notification away as we entered the room. 

Before I could even produce a question in my mind, he had me pinned to the wall, his meaty pecs and his fat gut smothering my lithe body, and though I was still dressed, he was pawing relentlessly at my cock. I moaned into his kiss, my breath traveling into his lungs as his tongue danced with my own betwixt our mouths. One swipe of his meaty hand and all my shirt's buttons snapped open, as he groped down my pants. All the whole I could feel his own cock hardening against my thigh. [This is perfect!] I thought to myself. [The big lug is practically begging for me to take him down in size! He won't have to worry much about that bodybuilding career anymore when I'm done with him...] Oh how I would dread those thoughts when all was said and done.

He picked me up off my feet and threw me to the bed, practically tearing my clothes off in the process. He swiftly got out of the remainder of his own clothing before smothering me with his boulder sized belly, his cock grinding between his own fat and my flat chest. He hoisted his gut up far enough to be able to shove his cock into my maw before he began face fucking me. My vision obscured by the massive tank, I could only gauge my performance by the deep, loud groans of pleasure emanating from above me. He grabbed my own cock and began pumping it in time with his thrusts down my throat, activating my abilities. [Yes!!!] I screamed in my head. [Time to take you down big guy!] He grunted hard, shoving his cock deep in my throat as he began to unload. 

Thick ropes of his cum painted my insides. He continued to grunt as he shot load after load down my throat. It was about that time I realized something was off. He was still cumming, that much held true, but it was as though he was directing my abilities with his own willpower. My hands reached up to protest but he pinned them back down with his masculine power. His muscles flared as he came harder in my throat. "You didn't... gnnnngn think that I had.... haaaaaah... fuck... gone into this.... hnnnng.... blindly did you? No... little man... unnnnf.... you're gonna... nnnnn... get me back into... gaaaahhh.... my career...mmmm..." I then pieced it all together. His willingness to take me home... the sketchy messages he didn't want me to see... that troubled look on his face... he was debating how to beat my abilities. I wasn't going to be draining his muscles from him... he was going to be forcing me to drain his fat from him instead!!

I screamed a muffled scream into his pelvis as protest, but there was no stopping it at this point. He continued to ride my face as he unloaded the full fury of his gut into my body. I could feel myself getting heavier. My skin was stretching to accommodate his gigantic gut. He was moaning so loudly that the neighboring room was pounding on the wall, demanding he shut up. I couldn't fight back against this 450lb brute pinning me to the bed as he began to rapidly lose weight. The pressure on my chest was lessening by the second, but the pressure in my stomach was building at an astonishing rate. "Fuck yeah little man... you're gonna be one fat fuck by the time I'm through offloading this gut into you. Ugh fuck it feels so good..." I began to be able to see more than just his gut, as it rapidly deflated off his body. His pecs still obscured his face, but his stomach was drawing closer to his hidden abdominal muscles. He began to bounce his hefty pecs, no longer burdened by the pillowy fat. I felt myself growing fatter and fatter... the excess weight invading my body and leading me deeper down the hole of unhealth. If I could just... manage to... hold on my own orgasm... if I could just get to turn the tables on him somehow and penetrate that thickly muscled ass of his... I could shoot my load back inside him and re-inflate that boulder belly of his... 

You could almost hear the sound of a sink drain sucking down the last of the dirty dish water as the final pounds of the bodybuilders gut was flushed down my throat. It was then that I felt something different being drained from him. He felt a wave of exhaustion hit him as his muscles began to lose their stamina. [Okay! We're still on track! I can still drain his muscles and leave him a skinny little...] before I could finish my thought, he forcefully withdrew his cock from my mouth, some of his seed still shooting from his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck... that was a close one... I almost got lost in how good that felt..." he gazed down at me, struggling to swallow the last of his load before he continued "but you aren't going to get any of these muscles fatso." He flexed hard, the vigor of his muscular body no longer hampered by his overweight stomach. He was so much lighter that he even lost a bit of balance, his ass coming frightfully close to landing on my cock, slick with my precum. 

As he fell backwards, my still rapidly inflating waistline jiggled and swayed, as I moaned. His cock spurted one last time, coating the top of my swelling tank. He caught himself on the bed however, mere inches from my overstimulated cock. All of this growth left me very close to my own bursting point. He rolled off the side of my body, and took my overstimulated cock in his hand. With his other hand free, he began to flex and pose, jiggling my newly fat body and teasing me about the weight I had just stolen from him. "I'll bet you weren't expecting to grow like this, huh, you fat fuck? You wanted these thick, hard, manly muscles, but instead you stole all of my unwanted, jiggly fat. Now you've got his comically oversized gut and no muscles to support it like I had!" His teasing and taunting was too much. I lost the battle of will and careened off the cliff of orgasm. As my cock painted the roughness of his calloused weight lifter hands with my load, I could feel his fat cementing itself in my body. Because I came and it didn't get shot into someone's body, I was now stuck with the drained portions of his body forever. Without warning, he took my load and lubed his asshole with it, and began to ride my cock, adding full insult to the situation.

He bounced on my cock like a joyful Twink, flexing his hard muscles and bouncing his pecs. One hand rubbing his cobblestone abs and the other playing with and jiggling my fat gut. I panted and pleaded with him through wheezing breaths... but it was no use. He was having too much fun reveling in his victory, his muscled ass milking my cock. Before long, I was ready to shoot again, this time, painting his insides with my seed. My own seed that is, not his purloined seed. "Fuck yeah! You're my permanent fat dump now Ro! Doesn't it feel great?!" I groaned in full pleasure of being milked by this behemoth bodybuilder, shamefully blushing knowing that if I had just held out for a few more seconds, I could have fucked his fat right back into him. My groans of pleasure combined with my cock riding his prostate caused him to loose his own manly load over my impregnated looking stomach, as he roared in orgasm, flexing his powerful muscles as a show of dominance. He walked out of his room, fully obtaining his desires for that evening, as I shakily tried to stand under my new heft. Neither one of us fitting in either ones clothes, we left that room changed men. One ready to tackle the bodybuilders circuit with renewed vigor, confidently splaying his manhood for all to see. The other wobbly kneed, flooded with shameful fat, panting to make it even a few feet. Maybe I need to pick my victims more carefully...

[jzp-art]

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Like a dragon, should not mistreat it's kobold. A bodybuilder should not mistreat it's fans. Because sometimes you don't know what they could do!!!!

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[itsvunker]

It's in the distant future... Society as morphed past the original ideal. Men are now the most treasured commodity in the world. Masculinity and manhood are defacto signs of leadership and virility, they are the very essence of sexuality. Men will give anything and everything in this world to maintain their status at the top as the alpha in their environment. However, when illicit activity is reported and the suspect is detained, their manliness is considered forfeit. If there is a victim in the crime, the forfeit masculinity is awarded to them. While under their sentence, these criminal "men" are ridiculed, humiliated, and dominated by the actual representations of manhood. In today's example, we find Troy, a platinum blonde man of respectable size and stature. Troy was the victim of a robbing at the hands of Rodney. Rodney, being the man of larger girth, muscle, and masculinity, thought he could take everything that Troy had. Unfortunately for him, there were constables on patrol near the incident, and Rodney was quickly apprehended.

"Hey man! Lay off! This is my wallet!" Troy exclaimed, as Rodney took his shirt off, exposing his intimidating hairy body. Muscles flexed, and his gut swayed, the very earth seemed to rumble beneath his step. Throwing his entire weight behind it, Rodney gut checked Troy to the ground, pinning him with his massive stomach. Easily having 150 lbs or more on Troy, the man couldn't free himself from his fatty prison as Rodney's calloused hands rummaged through Troy's back pocket, fishing for the wallet. As soon as his cash prize was extracted, Rodney leaned back on his heels, stood up briefly in order to flip Troy over. Troy looked upon the face of his assailant, as his hands were pinned above his head with one meaty paw, Rodney raised his shirt, exposing his bare, hairless midsection. This was Rodney's favorite part, as he grinned to himself, lowering his massive tank back into place, its girthy weight piling on top of Troy's stomach, its hairy mass arousing the bottom man.

"What's the matter, little man, getting all worked up by this massive man on top of you?" His own cock stirring in his jeans. He flexed a powerful bicep with his free hand before really grinding his heft into the lower man. Troy winced in pain as sharp stones on the sidewalk dug into his exposed skin, his cock harder than iron, he felt Rodney's rod stiffening on top of him, and just as Rodney thrust his massive gut into his body, Troy embarrassingly came, painting the insides of his jock strap white with his load, whole body spasming. Rodney unfastened the button on his waist and freed his own cock, jerking it hard before painting the lower man's stomach with his own copious load. Feeling superior in every way to the blonde man below him, Rodney collected himself and his shirt, turning to face two boys in blue. "Ah shit..." The two cops, who had seen the whole thing transpire, fired their non-lethal weapons square into the man's broad barrel chest. They both discharged their payload, rendering the man's muscles and body mass useless, as their strength and weight were sapped from him. If there was a scale below him, the numbers would rapidly fall from his 425lb frame, although his appearance would stay as massive as he was. It was a special technology made at the turn of the century which rendered any man's power worthless and made them as weak as a twink of the old days, no matter what they physically looked like.

We rejoin our two men in the prison, Troy clad in only his jock strap, and Rodney stark naked, save for a clear hose fixed firmly on his manhood. The presiding judge spoke up and broke the silence in the room. "Rodney McCurrington, you are sentenced to a period of time no shorter than 5 years, relieved of your masculinity. As the victim in the crime, Troy, you are awarded the manhood removed from the defendant. Bailiff?" The hefty bailiff in the room assisted Troy with the opposite end of the hose attached to Rodney, lubing up the end and gently inserting it inside Troy's puckered asshole. Once it was firmly attached, the judge pressed the button to begin the process. The LED monitor on the wall shone to life, displaying the status of the procedure. [Mass Drain Initiated] adorned the first line, followed by Subject A and Subject B with a percentage behind each. The bailiff administers a drug to Rodney, whose manhood immediately springs to full erectness before his nuts start to spill their load unprovoked. Another marvel of the century, this drug is able to induce orgasm without stimulation in men. Despite the immense pleasure coursing through his cock, Rodney gritted his teeth. In a gruff manly voice, he managed to grunt out "N…no... It's... nnngh... starting..." The numbers slowly began ticking up on the percentages. Before long, 5% of Rodney's masculinity had been siphoned from him. Troy, who had bulked up just a little bit from Rodney's gains, gleefully reported "Oooh~ It feels like a REAL MAN is filling me inside...~"

The machine pumped and slurped away at Rodney's body, hungrily devouring anything that entitled him to be called a man, his prodigious gut slowly deflating like a balloon, his muscles withering away under his skin, and his body hair receding into his body. The display on the wall flashed a new phrase in addition to the growing percentages. [Beginning de-alpha routine] From somewhere deep inside him, Rodney felt a change begin to take hold. He slowly began to lose interest in lording himself over other men... instead... a faint desire to service them instead began to take root. As more of his manhood was drained from his body, Rodney's submissiveness only grew. His protests and demands for this to be stopped faded into only low grunts and moans as his cock is pumped for all that it's worth. His testicles shrinking and emptying faster and faster, his sack climbed up his rapidly thinning thighs. He could practically feel himself growing impotent, knowing he could never get anyone pregnant with his faded swimmers declining in number fast. His cock shrinking in tandem with his balls, he blushed in humiliation. Troy on the other hand was grunting and feeling the opposite... he only wanted to dominate other men more and more as Rodney's testosterone found its new home in his body. "Feeling... manlier... already..." as the numbers on the screen read 27% for drained and gained.

53% of the process completed by this point, Rodney was a shadow of the man he was. His facial hair reduced to little more than 5 o'clock shadow, as well all the other hair on his body. His moans are now giving way to pleads, a far cry from his original demands. "Ha...aaahh... My... manhood... P...please....S...stop..." 60% of his alpha male testosterone had been drained from his body. His chest lost its barrel shape as his shoulders drew closer together, no longer spread wide by his massive muscles, his proud gut little more than a small paunch at this point. His balls ached as they reached the size of peas, his cock no larger than a button, he had little left to lose there. Troy however turned to face his assailant at this point, his gluttonous gut swelling rapidly as large gobs of Rodney's manhood invaded his ass, his muscles bloating with newfound size and power, he flexed his arm and watched in amazement as it grew before his eyes. His beard began to grow longer, draping over his ballooning pecs at this point. "Mmmph... Fuck yeah..." he moaned into Rodney's ear. "It feels so good to have all your power and manliness invading my body, making me into the superior man. I understand why you ground me into the dirt back there with your gut. This thing is getting enormous!" He glanced at the monitor to check the numbers. "And we're only about halfway done!! Hahaha!" his voice booming deeper and more gruff with every word.

With one final tiny spurt from his nub, Rodney relieved himself of the last of his testosterone, and renounced himself as a man to the world. The machine sensed this, and caused his half of the hose to fall limply off his shrunken hips. He took a moment to explore his "body", white-hot shame burning through his whole frame. He could see his "cock" for the first time in years. His spindly fingers reached out to touch it, his sexual stamina now reduced to zero, as soon as he grazed it with the tip of his finger, it sprang to full hardness, a whopping half an inch, and immediately caused him to double over in a mind wrenching orgasm that he felt through his entire emaciated body. His tiny balls, worked overtime to be able to produce anything, little more than a drop dripped out from his tip. He groaned as he came back from his orgasm, feeling the rest of his hairless body, the skin clinging tight to his ribs, he had to be no more than 110 lbs WITH clothes on. He glanced to the monitor, and more shame washed over him as the readout displayed "[Subject B, Not Detected, Manhood Fallout Observed" Subject B Alpha Male depleted.] Above this, the readout sang praises to Troy, [Mass Drain Final Pump Started. Subject A, 81% gained.] Rodney looked at Troy, who was absolutely reveling in his own sexual desires.

"HNNNGG.. NNNAAAHHHH... STRONGER!! FATTER!! MANLIER!!!" he roared, his voice so deep it vibrated through Rodney's bony body. Rodney could only watch as his weakened body was unable to stop the final, massive glob of his maleness traveling through the hose into Troy's expanding ass. The jock strap, which had struggled so valiantly to remain intact, finally cut ties with itself and exploded off his body to the nearby wall. As the remaining 20% of Rodney flowed inside him, his gut gurgled loudly and began to jiggle and sway, rapidly getting fatter and hairier. His muscles twitched and spasmed, the dense forest beneath his armpits and across his chest growing darker and thicker by the second. His body was drinking in the very last of Rodney and he was absolutely loving it! His beard grew longer yet, now adorning the top of his humongous tank. Troy threw his head back in pure pleasure before the hose popped out of his thick, hairy, muscled ass, assuming the final bit of mass on his frame, roaring to the crowd watching above as the new alpha male was born.

A hulking mass of hardened muscular steel, firm heavy fat, thick and virile cock and balls, absolutely dressed to the nines in body hair, Troy lorded himself over the emaciated Rodney. He flexed his gut, lifting it just high enough that he could position it over the tiny "man"s body, and then let all of his weight and mass drop on top of him. Rodney's flailing arms groped around the behemoth mass of hairy gut for a few seconds before the stimulation was too much for him. He gripped that fat mountain hard as his cocklet sprayed 10 consecutive "loads" on the underside of Troy's manly mountain. He couldn't help himself with such a low sexual stamina. Troy on the other hand took a newly calloused hand, a working man's hand, to his own throbbing hard cock, giving it a few ginger tugs before he too erupted in bliss. Rodney was coated within the first few ropes that shot from the massive cock, those giant balls in his sack supplying more cum than Rodney will ever produce in 5 years in the first rope. A solid minute of orgasmic bliss later, Troy removed himself from on top of Rodney. The manlet below, completely and totally ruined as a man, drowning in a pool of an actual man's cum whimpered softly. His submissive urges almost causing him to beg Troy to smother him again.

Troy left satisfied. Justice had been served. Rodney was a pitiful excuse for a boy, much less a man at this point, and he was a gargantuan behemoth. Funny. All this happened over the $10 that he happened to be carrying in his wallet at the time. Over his shoulder, Troy called out to the boy, "was it worth the $10, boy?". Rodney's face went deep red. Being called the future society's worst slur, boy, was something he'd have to work through with his therapist.

[jzp-art]

grow 89 muscle drain the big guy in the gym and having a nice date afterwards and maybe more…

[jzp-art]

grow 111

Always watch your step, there's been more Goo on floor lately.... The Goo been taking or adding from people, Hope you get the one you want??...

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[itsvunker]

My first attempt at drawing with my tablet, trying to bring my fantasies to life. Got lots of work to do, need to be able to draw details such as heads and hands.

Panel one shows the captive muscle hunk and the captor Twink.

Panel two shows the total removal of manhood from the captive, body hair, muscle mass, cock and ball size are totally drained from their respective locations and are stored in the stomach of the captive. The stomach bloats with the contents, humiliating the captive, who has been muscular for so long, and has been reduced to a fat ass.

Panel three demonstrates the twinks removal of the attributes from the captive, leaving him an emasculated frail and skinny Twink.