Chapter 7.1.2 - Duncan becomes wimpy and small.
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Duncan loaded his tray up with enough cafeteria food to feed two average people. Tim just grabbed a slice of pizza and a little salad. They sat down at a table in the middle of the cafeteria and Duncan dug into his meal without a word.
“So,” Tim said, trying to make up his mind of what to do still. “How are things going? You've been doing a lot of working out lately. How's that going?”
“Okay…” Duncan said and swallowed. “What's it matter to you?” He shoveled in another mouthful of food.
“I was just… curious. I guess.”
“You ever even go to the gym here?”
“No,” Tim said, beginning to understand Duncan's low estimation of him. “Been meaning to stop in there for a while.”
Duncan nodded and swallowed another mouthful of food. “Good luck with that,” he said, condescendingly.
Tim decided that he had had enough of that air of smug superiority that Duncan directed toward him. Maybe Duncan would be easier to deal with if he were cut down to size.
Tim took out his phone and opened the app. He selected Duncan and made a quick edit to his caption:
Duncan Brown is an 18-year-old man. He is attending college in his freshman year with his primary focus being playing video game football. He is much smaller than average, with a wimpy body that makes him look more like a high school freshman than a college freshman. (Show more.)
After a quick review of the changes, Tim decided that giving Duncan a reduced physique and a simple mental change should be good enough. He trusted the app to handle the logistics. Satisfied, Tim pressed save and watched the progress bar begin to fill.
Tim turned his attention to Duncan, who was still shoveling food into his mouth. The big man had begun to shrink, losing height and muscle mass, seemingly deflating like a balloon. His rugged facial features lost their edge as his maturity apparently faded away. Big meaty hands, became feeble and childish, calloused skin softening, looking as though he had never done a minute of manual labor in his whole, young life.
All the while the changes were happening, Duncan seemed oblivious to it all, his single-minded focus being filling his stomach. However, he seemed to be filling up faster than expected as he slowed down as he shrank. It was only when a little bit of his meal dropped on his lap that he noticed something was different.
“What the…?” he muttered through a mouth full of food, his voice sounding higher and croakier.
He swallowed and dropped his fork. Then, his hands grasped his chest, feeling no sign of his pecs, only a bony rib cage. At last, he noticed all the rest of the changes happening. His hands were thinner, his limbs skinnier, his clothes looser, and all over his body smaller and weaker.
Duncan stood up, and his pants slipped from his narrow hips, revealing a pair of stick-like legs below his oversized shirt, which hung low enough now to cover his likely tiny private parts. He gasped and crouched down to pull his pants back up and hold them in place.
“...the fuck?” he said with a voice that would have sounded more at home in a middle school classroom.
It was then that the changes to his body ended, leaving him looking wimpy enough to be bullied by anyone in the cafeteria, even the women.
Tim stood up and realized that he was almost a full head taller than Duncan now. “Wow,” Tim said. “You're not such a tough guy, anymore.”
The horrified look on Duncan's youthful face as he gazed up at Tim was priceless.
Before he could respond, the final changes to the world started. His baggy T-shirt shrank until it clung to his skin, emphasizing his bony rib cage and the narrowness of his shoulders and waist. His pants shrank into a small pair of cargo shorts, his narrow calves extending beneath them and terminating in a pair of boy-sized sneakers.
Then, with the world adapted to Duncan's new body, it was time to adjust his mind. Tim's phone began a high pitched whine that grew in volume until a bright flash blinded them, completing the process.
After a few seconds, their eyes and ears recovered, and they perceived their new world. Duncan looked momentarily confused as if he were trying to recall something important. Then, when his eyes met Tim’s, she seemed uncharacteristically anxious. He turned his attention down to his food, took a seat, and put another forkful into his mouth to avoid eye-contact with Tim.
Tim smiled. Duncan's anxiousness indicated that he felt intimidated by Tim, just as Tim had wanted. He took a seat and finished eating his meal, enjoying watching little Duncan try to figure out why he had bought way too much food to fit in his small stomach.
“You want any of this?” Duncan asked, making only momentary eye contact. “I'm full.”
Tim took Duncan's plate and gobbled down his remaining french fries. “Thanks,” he muttered through his filled mouth.
As he finished off the last appetizing bits that were left on his wimpy roommate’s plate, Tim considered what to do next.
What fun could he have with Ducan now?
Tim bullies wimpy Duncan. (7.1.2.1)
Tim shrinks wimpy Duncan even smaller.
Tim makes himself as big and strong as Duncan had been.
Tim and wimpy Duncan bond over gaming.