Adam leaned against the wall and nursed his bleeding head. The huge man had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly and deeply. And then he called the police.
The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they may not. In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street alone was a stupid thing to do. The sergeant gave a humorless smile, and Adam turned and left.
He already had his own way of dealing with the situation, since he'd found a short red hair on his jacket. Since neither he nor any of his friends had red hair, he was fairly sure it belonged to the robber, and he prepared to take his revenge that night.
Holding the single hair before him, Adam concentrated on it with all his might. Willing the man to appear, he sent a surge of energy through his hand and into the hair, casting it out into the wider world. Now, barring any protective spell, the scum would show up at his door to be dealt with at his leisure. Adam popped a beer and relaxed.
Late the next evening, a tentative tap at his door drew Adam's attention. He saved his game and shut it down, strolling toward the door. If it was who he expected, he wasn't going anywhere. Indeed, a tall man with red hair and muscles on top of muscles waited without, a bewildered and hostile look on his face, clearly contemplating violence in the short term. Adam smiled through the spy hole, and opened the door.
"What the fuck, man," the guy growled, his voice heavy with menace, as he strode though the door. "What the fuck have you done to me, you fucking freak?" He tried to slug Adam, but couldn't quite connect; instead, Adam closed the door.
"Goddammit, I'm talking to you," he yelled, swinging again as Adam strolled by toward the living room. Once again the blow missed, and this infuriated the guy even more. He ran after the younger man, clearly building toward an explosion, his face a deep, furious red. Adam stopped and turned, waiting for him in the center of the rug. The angry thug stopped and glared.
"Suck my cock," Adam said, his face perfectly calm. The thug's grew redder still, but some miracle seemed to prevent his wild blow from landing. Adam watched him recover and then, still calm, repeated, "Suck my cock."
The thug's inarticulate bellow was abruptly cut off as he shrank a good two feet. His features melted and ran, muscle disappearing as his skin grew soft and fine, faint wisps of reddish hair gracing his upper lip. Freckles bloomed all over his face, and his clothes hung down like rags, far too large to fit a suddenly fourteen year-old kid. Astonishment replaced rage as the thug felt the change, but the anger still swamped his brain, and he responded to the only thing he recognized by taking another swing at Adam's face. His reach was laughably short, his arms pipestem thin, but still it was enough: the boy shrank again, his boxers and pants falling clean off him as his eight year-old self reached three and a half feet. The boy's shirt hung like a tent, and his little red face glared from beneath a mop of red curls. Adam's grin almost reached his ears as the boy swung out yet again, and this time he caught the thin arm as it went whipping by.
"What^Åthe^Åfuck!" the boy piped, his outrage overwhelming his mind. Adam spun him about and pulled him tight, his smooth little back pushed hard on his crotch. "You're going to pay for hurting me," Adam said, marching the boy toward the couch. "Remember? The guy on the street last night? I'm going to take my own back." Adam turned and sat on the couch, dragging the boy around in front of him, kicking his feet out beneath him. The boy landed on his knees, his face right in Adam's crotch, and he tried to recoil. Adam yanked at him hard, jamming his little lips right onto his dick, and he grinned. "If you play nice and suck me, I'll turn you back. Ok?" Lost, bewildered and helpless, the former thug sullenly nodded. "Good."
Keeping one hand locked around the boy's wrist, Adam undid his fly and hauled down his pants. His cock popped free, unrestrained by any underwear, and almost smacked the kid in the face. The thick head bobbed just before the kid's soft lips, and Adam nodded at him. "Well, go on."
The kid eyed the bobbing dick for a long minute, and then reached up to grasp it with a tiny hand. His grip was hard and unskilled, but Adam sighed with pleasure anyway. He closed his eyes and let the kid go on with his tentative jacking motions for a few minutes, enjoying his reluctance to touch or pleasure another guy. And then decided to take more.
Adam gripped the boy by the sides of his head and drew his little mouth down to his dick. The huge knob, dripping with precum, brushed against the kid's plump lips, which stubbornly refused to part. Adam grinned again and the little guy shrank still further, traces of muscle and height melting away as he regressed to seven. The kid felt it, and shuddered, his mouth popping open in horror. Immediately, Adam's huge shaft plunged in.
The former thug gagged for awhile, his face hauled up and down Adam's cock by the older man's grip. After ten minutes of this he'd learned to keep his jaw down and his tongue extended, and Adam started to enjoy his work. So much spit had flooded down Adam's balls that it dripped onto the cushion beneath him, the smacking sounds of the boy gobbling his knob spurring him to even further heights.
Adam shoved the kid off his dick and stood up, towering over the little form. He picked him right up, flipped him around, and laid the kid on his back on the edge of the cushion. The robber's head hung down, and Adam dropped to his knees, aimed his dick, and filled the kid's throat to the root with his meat. The thug writhed and squirmed, but Adam held his dick there until he was just on the edge of release. Then he pulled back, waited a beat for the scum to draw breath, and thrust in again.
For ten long minutes, Adam fucked the kid's throat, taking every ounce of revenge he could. Looking down at the little body, he noticed it no longer writhed, but accepted his thrusts without complaint. From swaggering thug he'd been turned into cocksucking fucktoy, and Adam felt his balls churn with a massive load. What he knew and the kid didn't was that cum would seal the spell, making his changes permanent and dooming him to living through the growing process once again. Adam considered for a moment, jammed his dick balls deep, and fired his load right down the kid's belly, the little throat swollen by his meat. For ten long bursts Adam kept his cock buried to the hilt, and then he pulled back. The little scum lay dazed on the couch, his skin flushed and sweaty, cum and spit drooling from his slack lips, his eyes clouded with sex. Adam looked down at him with distaste.
"Alright, you, get out. I'm done." The kid slowly raised his head as Adam got dressed, but he didn't move until the man stood over him.
"Wh, what about turning me back," he whispered, looking up at Adam with huge blue eyes. The man scowled down. "I lied. Git!" Adam picked the kid up and carried him bodily to the door, where he dropped the kid in the hall. "Go on, git!" And Adam slammed the door in his face.
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