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That morning, he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Man Brett, you are the stud of the century." He said to his reflection as he slapped his flexed bicep. He looked himself over with pride. Shoulders as wide as a truck. Rock hard abs. Big beefy pecs. Biceps like cantalopes and legs like tree trunks. "It's gettin late studly, time to get ready.." he said as he throws on a tight red Polo shirt. Grabbing a pair of jeans, he couldn't help thinking about all the plowing he'd done the night before. He ALWAYS got laid real good after winning a big game. "Man those two babes were so hot for my bod." he smiled. "And you, i couldn't do it without you.." he said looking down at the bulbulous crotch of his yellow jockey-shorts as he tucked it painfully into the pair of tight blu e-jeans. He always had to work hard not to get a big bonner during class because if he did, there'd be no hidding it. Throwing on a pair of nike's and grabbing his keys Brett' heads out of the house and towards another day of female adoration.
Brett walked into the locker room to a heroe's welcome. There were high-fives and "Hey Brett's" all around. Brett was Big Man on Campus. Making his way to the locker, he began to pull off his Polo shirt, revealing slabs of pure muscle. He LOVED gym class. He loved knowing all the other jocks were dying of jealousy. All wishing they had his build or his bulge. And the chearleaders watching him pump-iron didn't hurt either. "Out of my way pin-dick!" he said while shoving one of the smaller less endowed guys out of his way. He'd been looking forward to this all morning. Jeans were a necessary evil. How could they expect him to keep all that salami in his Levis? After the top button is undone, and the weight of his package strainning has brought down the zipper, Brett breathes a sigh of relief. Released from captivity. Pulling off his jockeys, he lets his meat and potatoes breathe for a few seconds before thorwing on his lucky jock and his usual workout gear. He laces up his Nike high-tops and it's showtime... Tanya actually giggles when she sees Big-Brett walk in wearing a white tank top and a pair of black lycra shorts with a blue stripe down each leg. His monster dick on display for everyone. "Good !" she thinks, "The more visible your big soldier is, the better!" she says to herself as Brett smiles to the chearleaders and picks up a dumbell. "OK Brett, pumpin-iron time." he says as he picks up a 50lbs dumbell and starts to do his usual 50 reps per massive arm. He works out steadily for about ten minutes before he notices the girls all checking out his bod. One girl leaves the crowd and comes to him. He flashes her his killer smile and switches arms. By now, sweat is trickling down his thick torso and soaking his Nike bike-shorts. In his mind he's a glistennig god. He drops the dumbell and peels off his tank-top as girlstarts talking. "Wow Brett, you're SO strong.." she cooes. "Yeah, I know.." he says confidently picking up the discarded dumbell. He makes his pecs dance for her a little and laughs. "What are you doin saturday night?" he asks her with his famous smile. "Oh I don't know...." she starts. Brett suddenly frowns and drops the dumbell to the ground. "What the???" he says, a confused look on his face. "Are you ok Brett?" she asks. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he says fealing a strange sensation in his balls almost like a prickling. He tries nonchalantly to reach down and rearange his big sack thinking it would help. Unfortunately for Big-Brett it doesn't and the sensation starts to spread to his big dick. Instinctively, Both of Brett's hands go to his bulging crotch. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he says stairing at his big tingling unit in his hands. At first he thinks that maybe his dick's asleep but then he notices a stirring in his bulge. By now the girl is stairing at his crotch too. "HOLY SHIT!!" Brett yells catching the coach and the other football players attention. "Yo Brett, I know you need a lot of support for that thing of yours but you're in public" the coach says as he and the players come closer. Brett finally realizes whats happening. "Oh FUCK!! My PECKER... its SHRINKING!!!" he yells still holding his johnson. All his yelling has gathered the chearleaders as well and by now they're all staring at Brett holding onto his meat. At first th change isn't visible, but then even the crowd can see. First, Brett's big balls start coming up tight to his body and then start shrinking. the left, followed by the right. "OH FUCK MY NUTS!!" he yells grabbing furiously at his missing sack. His face is red and he's sweating perfusely. "SOMEBODY HELP!! MY JOHNSON MAN, FUCK!!!!!!" He screams at the crowd of girls and jocks who really can't DO anything. Except laugh. The girls start first and then his team-mates follow. They can't help themselves, Big Brett's dick is shrinking and it's hillarious. When his cock starts, Brett is almost in tears. " NO MAN, NOT MY BIG DICK!!" he yells as he looks into his shorts at his rapidly dissapearing schlong. The chearleaders are laughing out of control now and Brett is crying. He tries in vain to hold on to his manhood. He pulls down his jockstrap and shorts grabbing his tubesteak with both hands, but it's useless. "OH FUCK MAN!! MY PRICK!!!" 13 inches, 12, 10. The process seams to spead up as it goes along. The football players are all pointing at his crotch and falling all over themselves laughing. 8 inches 7, 5. He pulls as hard as he can with both hands wrapped around his dong, trying in vain to save his donkey-dick. " OH FUCK MAN NO!!!!" He cries out, sweat and tears running down his face. 4 inches, 3, 2, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Brett yells and everyone holds there breath. All the girls look down at Bi-Brett's once proud mound. Brett's dick has stopped shrinking. It's about a half inch long and you can barely see it through his black pubic hair. Its quiet in the gym. Brett's huge pecker reduced to a puny little nub, swimming in hair. The guys started hooting and even the coach laughs and slaps him on his big shoulder. "Well look at it this way Brett, now you don't need a cup!" he says and laughs hysterically. The girls, seeing this big musclebound jock with a micro-cock start to laugh as well. But one girl is laughing hardest as Brett runs screaming into the locker room. "Poor Little-Brett." Tanya says. "With his big muscles, tha dick's just gonna look even more pathetic!!!" and she laughed her way to fourth period. Brett could'nt handle all the jocks ripping on him because of his teenie-weenie after that, and no girl wanted him unless it was to pick their teath after lunch ( which was a running gag )"Brett can you unzip your jeans stud, I've got something in my teath!" So he dropped out of school. And that's the last we heard of Big, oh I mean Little Brett.
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