Shorts Stories, by various Authors

Chapter 3
Trust, by Time Minder

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Chapter Description: A short vignette about two hikers and trust. Male AR.

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Trust

by Time Minder

They stood at the very top of the mountain after hiking all day. Drenched in sweat, they shed their packs and most of their clothes. After catching their breath, He and She walked over to the edge of the precipice.

She wanted a closer look, so he wrapped one arm around a small, but sturdy tree and offered her his other arm as a rope.

She looked warily at him. "Trust me" he said. Hesitantly, she reached over and grabbed his arm with both hands. Gingerly, she leaned out over the edge. It was a beautiful sight. The canyon stretched out miles in the distance.

She look back at him. "Enough" she said.

He reset his grip......and pulled with all his might. Slowly, but surely, he raised her out of the canyon’s deadly grasp.

Exhausted, they both fell to the ground. They regained their feet, and dusted themselves off.

She stood admiring him as he once again looked the valley over. God, he looked like an Adonis as he stood there, dressed only in his speedos. His muscular body glistening with sweat. His expression was that of a fierce warrior. A crop of black hair adorned his head, followed by a dark beard line.

His body was heavy with tufts of thick, black hair that covered his chest and legs. And, in between, the hair converged, down his stomach, up his thighs, and finally met below his waist.

There was no way to tell where the leg hair stopped and the pubic hair began. Long, thick curls peeked out from under his skin tight speedos.

There again was proof that this was no ordinary man, as the speedos were stretched almost to the tearing point by the bulge of his manhood.

Yes, a man’s man; tall, dark handsome and, most importantly, rich.

She, dressed only in a bra and panties, walked over to him. At six foot four, he towered over her. She stared up at him. Their eyes fixed upon each other. He took her in his strong arms and pulled her to him. She was not strong enough to resist him even if she had wanted to.

Their lips met in one long, passionate kiss. She lay her head against his massive chest and let out a soft moan.

She stepped back, and from somewhere in her bra, produced a vial. It contained an cherry red liquid.

She pulled the cap off, and handed it to him.

"Drink" she said.

"Drink what"? he said, and eyed the vial warily.

"Trust me" she said.

He thought for a moment, made a decision, and then took the vial and drained it’s contents in one swift gulp.

It burned all the way down his throat and into his belly. He shrugged.

"Not bad"..he ventured.."Got More"?

"Don’t need more" was all she replied.

He waited. The fire in his belly intensified. It seemed to spread outward from his midsection, working it’s way through his body in a wave of heat; right out the end of his arms to the tips of his fingers; right down his legs and to the tips of his toes.

He tried to smile at her, but a dull ache was overtaking him. It seemed as if his entire body were on fire.

He closed his eyes and felt his body contract, as if it were closing in around him. His muscles cramped and he doubled over in pain. Finally the pain subsided. He straightened up, his body dripping in sweat, and saw her smiling. "Poison"? he said, with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Not quite" she said, shaking her head.

Something was wrong, he didn’t feel well. He looked at himself. His body still looked the same, or did it? His muscles. They looked somewhat smaller. And his height didn’t seem right either.

The fire hit him again and again he convulsed and doubled over.

This time when he opened his eyes, he could see there was a definite difference. His muscles again looked less developed than they did from his last spasm. He looked at her. She was five foot five, he should be towering over her, but now could barely see over the top of her head.

The wave hit him again, his muscles were disappearing, melting away from him, leaving behind the body he once owned as a teenager. The hair on his body had lessened. What was going on???

A real fear formed in his eyes as he realized that, indeed, he was growing younger, becoming less adult with each passing second. He looked at her. "Help Me" he said in a slightly higher baritone.

"No" was all that she replied.

His body was shrinking, losing it’s definition. His once manly beard line had almost disappeared. Spasms hit him again. He was now shorter than her. His body hair had retreated to the strategic parts of his diminishing frame; the tufts under his arms, a small patch in the middle of his now smooth chest. His leg hair lightened, especially around his crotch area.

His once tight speedos were now wrinkled, showing that there was now a lot less man than there once was.

He was 14, a young 14, then 13. She stood over him now with a look of satisfaction on her face. "Shrink...Shrink." she said.

He shrank. Beard line disappeared, chest hair disappeared....12.. his speedos slid off of his gangly thighs, down his legs and plopped onto his ankles....a young 12...She looked down....his manhood was withering away....11....a small patch of light pubic hair was all that covered his puny genitals......a young 11....."Help Me"! he said in a high, cracking voice.

"No" was all she replied.

.......10....the world grew larger on him. She looked larger to him also, and was almost a head taller than he was......a young 10.....hair lightened... his boy’s penis was fully exposed. There was the beginnings of puberty, with a few black ’starter’ hairs gracing the delicate, bald skin below his stomach.

....9.....all body hair disappeared. His face grew innocent, no longer the fierce looking warrior, more resembling a frightened child....

.....a young 9......."Help Me"....he said in a child’s tenor.....

......8....the world was becoming huge, she was becoming huge......7.... tears formed in the corner of his eyes.....

"Why".....he said, standing there as the little boy he had become.

"Money" she said..."Lots".....

.........6...........5......."But...but...I love you"....he said, and shrank again....."I la...lovea..you..." his mind was fogging over. He no longer felt like a man anymore, but more like the child he was becoming.......4.......

She bent over and pulled him to her. She was too strong for him to resist even if he had wanted to. His world shrunk again....he struggled, but she picked him up and cradled him in her arms.....3...."Pweese", he begged, "I..no...baby".

"Yes" she replied, "Baby,....Little baby"

There he was, tiny, helpless, in her arms...he started to whimper, and finally he cried...tears of frustration, of sadness.

He looked up at her as his cherubic face grew ever younger, and forcing his lips to form the words, he whispered...."Cha..changed....will".

She held him up to her face, her breath hot on his forehead.

"What"? she said.....shaking him.......2.....he looked at her....

"cha...chain..weelll....." He looked at her with steadily unfocusing eyes.

Now, it was she who felt fear..."No Way"...she said....

He looked up at her, and a smile crossed his toothless face....

"Twustt meeee" he said, and closed his eyes.

The End

 

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