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Brandon went through the day with the sight of the ruling seared into his mind. It just didn't make any sense. He was so preoccupied that he hardly even stopped to harass anyone in the halls. Sure, he would slam random, unsuspecting nerds into lockers as he passed by, but he couldn't be bothered to take the time to strip them of their pants in public. Nobody questioned it though. They could all see that Brandon was in a foul mood, and nobody particularly wanted to incur his wrath. Besides, the lack of pantsings was a welcome change of pace.

That evening after school Brandon went to the gym he frequented. He figured pumping the old iron would help him clear his head. He strode over to an empty station and began placing the weights on the barbell. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even bother paying attention to the disks that he had put on.

He laid down on the bench and lifted the barbell off of its rack. To his surprise it was heavier than he was used to. He didn't let this deter him though. He was so pissed off that he could benefit from some vigorous activity, and he was actively trying to bulk up anyway.

By the time he got to the fourth press his arms were screaming from exhaustion, but he kept pushing away at it. He just kept reminding himself that this pain meant that his biceps and chest were going to get even more impressive. He kept that thought locked in his mind as he continued to press again and again. His single minded focus managed to carry him up to a solid eight reps. He roared in pain and fury as he shoved the bar up a ninth time. His arms gave out on him, but not before he was able to return the bar to its rack.

Brandon slumped back onto his bench and took a moment to catch his breath. His eyes scanned the crowd as he lay there, and he could tell that he had garnered a few fans. It was no surprise, really. He was frickin tanked, and nobody else there could bench as much as he had. A smug smile found its way back onto his lips as he noted this. He had just about forgotten about his worries from earlier.

Brandon would have been content to do some more bench presses, but right before he could start another set, something caught his eye. The third plate on the left side had a blue rim on it. He furrowed his brow and then looked to his right. One of the plates on the right side had a blue rim as well, meaning he had three red rims and one blue rim on either side. That didn't make any sense to him. He always loaded the red ones because they were the heaviest size this gym had. He had to search his memory to even remember what a blue rim was. Then he remembered. Blue rims were only fifty five pounds. That's a full ten pounds less than the reds! He had just about torn a muscle trying to bench this bar, and it was actually twenty pounds lighter than what he was used to.

Brandon sat up on his bench so fast that he just about slammed his forehead into the barbell. He gritted his teeth in rage. This didn't make any sense. He was sure he was ready to go up a weight this week, but here he was barely even able to hold a weight that was twenty pounds less than what he was used to. He reached into his pocket and fumbled around until he found his trusty tape measure. He wrapped it around his bicep and flexed with all his might. The number on the tape measurer seemed to mock him. There was no way that it was right. The thing was saying that his bicep was only seventeen inches around. It had been twenty inches just last week. He had been so proud of himself after having beaten his previous best that he had even loaded pictures of it onto Instagram.

He pulled out his phone and thumbed through his feed. Sure enough the picture was still there. There was a relatively attractive brown haired girl holding the tape for him as he flexed proudly for the camera. Brandon flexed again and compared his current bicep with that in the picture. The photo from last week made it look so much more impressive. "The camera adds ten pounds, right?" Brandon asked himself nervously. He wasn't sure what to believe anymore. It should take a full week of slacking off for his body to start breaking down muscle mass, but this was a loss of three inches in as many days. It made no sense.

"Looking good there, champ." Came the voice that Brandon recognized. He looked up and saw Debra standing at the end of the bench. Her warm smile made it clear that she was genuinely impressed.

Debra's long, blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail in order to keep it out of her face as she jogged. Her tight, athletic shorts and equally tight sports bra made it clear that she had a lithe, slender build, but her jugs appeared a bit smaller than Brandon remembered. Normally the smaller tits would be a deal breaker, but Brandon had seen his own reductions today so the sight of her smaller rack actually made him feel less worried about his muscles... not to mention the glint in her eyes and the sly grin on his lips made it clear that she was interested in more than just cheering him on tonight, and Brandon was not above having a quickie with a girl like her.

"Thanks. I've been trying to up my weights." He replied. It was more or less true, but he wasn't about to tell her what had really happened. For starters, he wasn't really sure himself.

"I was watching." Debra said. Her sly grin didn't falter for a second. "I was just about to do some cardio myself... you know, as a warm-up."

Brandon didn't miss the implication. Without even stopping to think about it he was on his feet and heading downstairs. He nodded for her to follow, and the blonde was only all too happy to do so.

They ducked into one of the empty massage rooms downstairs and locked the door behind them. This was hardly the first time Brandon had scored a quick fuck at the gym so he knew that these rooms were relatively sound proof. The rooms were at least quiet enough that no one would come prying if they made a lot of noise.

Brandon flashed the girl a smug smirk and pulled a condom from his pants pocket; he made it a habit of always keeping some around with him. A stud like him got noticed wherever he went, and it never hurt to be prepared for when a girl inevitably got the hots for him.

Debra's eyes grew wide as she saw the size marked on the outside of the unopened condom pack. That was two more Xs on it than her last boyfriend used. "Woah. Do you really wear that?" She asked in awe.

"I don't know." Brandon replied with an air of cockiness in his voice and an equally smug smirk. He pushed down his gym shorts causing his huge dick to spill out. It was already chubbing up which made it seem even thicker and heavier than it already was. "You tell me." Brandon added in a voice that was even more arrogant and cocksure than before, but it was obvious that he had every right to brag.

The girl looked at Brandon's huge cock in awe and then looked back up expectantly at his face. Brandon merely looked down on at her with a smug grin. He placed a thumb towards the text that was printed across his chest and drew a line across it, beckoning her to read it as he did so. "Ask Me About My Footlong." The shirt read.

Brandon had completely forgotten about the debacle in the locker room by now. Debra's lusty gaze had reawakened his ego, and his need to prove his masculinity was once again taking over his mind. Brandon reached a hand around his huge dick and began to stroke it. A slight chill ran up his spine as the tip of his middle finger just barely grazed his thumb. It had been years since he could get his hand all the way around his cock when it was hard. He tried to shake the thought from his mind. It's not like his dick could just shrink. It must just be a trick of some sort. Maybe he was fighting a cold which is why his dick didn't seem to be chubbing up as large as it should. It might also explain why his biceps weren't bulging up as much as he knew they should.

Brandon quickly silenced his fears and reached down to fish out his trusty tape measurer. He flashed Debra a sly grin and held it out for her. "Would you like to do the honors?" He asked. Despite the polite mannerisms he had adopted there was an audible undertone of lust and pride in his voice that made Debra's hairs stand on end. She was almost more excited to find out just how much of a man Brandon was than Brand was to show her.

Brandon folded his arms in front of his chest and looked down upon the blonde girl as she got down on her knees to measure his thick cock. He was grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat as she slowly laid the cloth ruler out along the length of his cock. He could tell from the glint in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks that she was impressed. Brandon was feeling so smug and self-assured that he wasn't even paying attention as she counted off the length. It wasn't until she stopped counting that Brandon realized something was very wrong.

"Wow... Nine inches. That's three inches longer than my last boyfriend." She said in awe. "It's a lot thicker too!"

Brandon was so shocked he couldn't even appreciate the compliments. Had he really dropped another two inches since this morning? How? It made no sense. He tried to think if there was something weird that had happened recently that could have triggered these changes, but there was nothing out of the usual.

Brandon was so unnerved that he almost lost the will to fuck the hot girl that was kneeling down before him, but what Debra said next reawakened his dominant personality. "You don't really need to exaggerate." She said, gesturing to the text on Brandon's favorite shirt as she did so. "What you've got is huge even if it isn't a foot long!"

It was meant to be a compliment, but it was the most backhanded compliment Brandon had ever received. His fear and confusion gave way to his anger. All he could think about was how he would make her eat those words. Once he was done with her there would be no doubt in the blonde's mind that Brandon was the manliest man she could ever hope to get with.

Debra noticed that Brandon seemed to hesitate momentarily, but then the feral gleam in his eyes returned. She couldn't wait to see what he had in mind for her. Debra stood up and wasted no time in peeling off her own clothes. Her tight sports bra came off first. Brandon raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise as her sizeable rack spilled out. Her top had constricted them in such a way that made them seem smaller than they really were. Her tits were once again the gigantic set of jugs that he had seen rocking around school over the past few months. Even better, despite the lack of a bra, her tits remained firm and perky.

Her jogging shorts came off next. Brandon could feel his dick give a lurch of approval as he got a clear glance at her clean-shaven snatch. She had a nice, tight pussy that looked like it could benefit from having a huge, thick dick rammed into it to stretch it out some. He loved the way girls screamed and writhed as he split them in half with his massive cock.

Brandon was not going to wait around any longer. He quickly ripped the top off of the condom package and pulled out the rubber cock sleeve. As he was pulling the rubber down over his dick he noticed something else that was slightly off. The condom was just a little snug. Usually his enormous, fat cock filled the tube so fully that it looked about ready to shred under the force of his sheer girth, but today it was a pretty nice fit. The girl seemed impressed by it at least. The way her eyes gleamed as she stared at it longingly let Brandon know that she was more than happy with the size of it

Brandon shoved the thoughts into the back of his mind and let his dick take control from there. He all but threw the girl onto the massage bench and then climbed on top of her. He didn't even wait for her to say anything before thrusting his cock into her tight pussy with all his might. She cried out in shock and tried to push Brandon off, but that just spurred the buff stud on. He loved it when they tried to fight back. It played to both of his favorite pastimes; showing his power and dominance and getting his rocks off. He continued to plow her mercilessly completely unaware of what Sarah's curse was doing to his body.

As he continued reaming her, he could feel her struggling die down and her cries turn to moans. He could even feel her tight pussy loosening its grip on his huge cock. Brandon sneered at this. That moment where he broke a girl was always his favorite. This was by far the quickest a girl had ever succumbed to his raw power. The rush of power that flooded his body completely made up for the awkward moments he had had earlier in the day.

Brandon grinned victoriously as he pulled his cock out. The girl seemed dazed from the intense fucking she had received, but was still awake enough to watch Brandon as he pulled the condom off of his still boned dick. The rubber came off easily, but Brandon was too caught up in his rush of hormones and power to pay it any mind. He crawled up onto the bench and was straddling the girl as he aimed his cock right at her face. He wrapped his hand around his dick and began pumping it vigorously. His grin changed back into a sneer as he stared down at her face. He was so looking forward to busting his nut all over her face that it didn't even register that his thumb was bumping against the side of his forefinger.

Brandon's cock lurched in his hand and began to spew forth warm jizz across the girl's face. Most of the first spurt went into her mouth which was open wide in anticipation. The second jet missed completely and washed across her face. By the third shot, Brandon was reaching the limits of how much spunk his now apple sized nuts could hold. This third shot fired weakly from his cock and splashed against the girl's chin before dribbling down her neck.

The blonde girl let out a soft moan as she swallowed the stud's load. Brandon slowly began to regain his senses and realized something was very off. He always completely drenched his target, but Debra only had half her face covered in spooge. There were no splatters around her either so it wasn't like he had just missed his target. That was by far the weakest load he had had in ages.

She didn't seem to mind though. In fact she seemed rather pleased with the whole encounter. "Wow, stud." She said in a tone of bemused fascination. "You had me worried there at first. I tend to like it a little rough, but there's a limit, you know?"

Brandon was too confused to respond. He just stared at her blankly for a moment. After an awkward silence Debra shrugged and hopped up from the bench. "Don't give me that look. It was fun." Debra chided playfully as she flashing Brandon a playful, pouty face. She fished out a towel from inside a nearby cabinet and washed the spunk off of her face.

Once she was cleaned off she turned back to the dazed stud and flashed him a reassuring grin. "If I had known you were so inexperienced I would have walked you through it." She explained trying to console Brandon, but her words were having the opposite effect.

Debra picked up a small tablet of sticky notes that were setting atop the cabinet and hastily scrawled her name and number on the top slip. She turned and handed the paper to Brandon who was still in a state of shocked silence. None of this made any sense to him. She thought it was uncomfortable because he was inexperienced? He couldn't give two shits if she enjoyed it or not. He wanted to make her scream as he dominated her and tore up her pussy. The fact that she enjoyed it at all completely baffled him.

"Let's do it again sometime." Debra said and then gave him a soft peck on the cheek. Brandon reached up and held his hand the cheek that had received the kiss. Debra merely chuckled and finished putting her clothes on before ducking out of the room. She had mistaken Brandon's gesture as a sign of the onset of young love, but really he was trying to piece together how his attempt at dominating her had failed so catastrophically.

Brandon's mind was racing. From the way she was talking she made it sound like Brandon was doing alright to begin with, but somewhere along the lines something had changed. She said he became gentler? Brandon's blood ran cold. There was no way that could have happened. He was reaming her with all his might.

He scrambled for his tape measure. He stared at it for a minute as he held it in his open palm. His heart pounded, and sweat dripped down his face. For the first time in his adolescent life he was afraid to measure. If what he feared had actually happened then that meant his muscles, his glorious muscles that he had spent the better part of three years crafting into enormous mounds of brawn, had shrunken again.

He gulped audibly as he looked the tape over the thickest part of his arm. He flexed with all his might in order to make the biggest, most awesome bulge in his bicep that he could muster, but it was nowhere near enough. The tape measured it at just a hair above twelve inches in diameter. He had lost close to half of his muscle mass.

Brandon was so freaked out about his dwindling muscles that he hadn't even thought to look at his cock. He didn't know what to do. All he knew was he needed to get out of there and get someplace where he could think about it in private. He quickly hopped into his shorts and scurried off back home. He ran the entire two mile distance in one solid sprint.