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Jake

“Fuck, it’s hot,” I said, wiping the sweat from my brow.

My chest heaved up and down as I placed my hands on my hips, my entire body glistening with perspiration.

Man, nothing like a morning run to get the blood pumping.

My morning runs had become one of my favorite parts of my day: Every day at 5:45 a.m, I’d roll out of bed and slip on my running shorts, lace up my shoes, and head out the front door. Living in a gated community with its own personal track field had its perks; I could run around, carefree, squeeze my cardio in, and I could finish it all before 6:30.

This summer, however, had been a scorcher. And I mean it. With the sun already up and blazin’ by 6 a.m., the temperature quickly climbed into the 90s by the time I’d be finishing up mile 3 of my 5 mile run. And boy, could I sweat up a storm. It’s why I always opted running shirtless because, I mean, what was the point, right? Plus, when you look this good, it’s a win-win situation for everyone. Especially for all the other gay men I’d encounter on my runs... I lost track of how many of them I had already hooked up with in the past, and, quite frankly, they were lucky to be hooking up with me.

I was hot. And that’s if I’m going to be modest about it: I was 6 foot 1, 210 pounds of lean, solid muscle. My chest was powerful, my legs were thick, my arms were chiseled in all the right areas, and my abs were ripped. If I wasn’t so caught up about running my fitness business, I could’ve easily been a fitness model. And, hell, I still got offered up a few gigs every now and then. As a matter of fact, if you check out Men’s Health next month, yours truly will be smacked right on the cover:

Jake Rivers.

Even my name has a ring to it, don’t you think?

“Man,” I said, catching my breath. “I could kill for a smoothie right now.”

And with that, I was jogging back to my house, a gorgeous two-story corner lot in the back of the community. It was, by far, valued the most at this point; I had revamped it several times, gave it a bit of the Jake flair... it was truly a beauty.

Seeing the looks on some of my hook-ups faces as they stepped into my crib always got my dick twitching. I lived for that shit: and it made them ride my cock that much better.

I mean, I couldn’t blame them. They were riding the dick of one of most successful entrepreneurs under the age of 30 in the LA-area over the last year; my business, Rivers’ Fitness, exploded onto the scene seemingly overnight... I was one rich, gorgeous, and talented 27-year-old. I would fuck me too if I could.

Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I slipped them into my front door and turned the lock. Shutting the door behind me, I plopped my keys into the small china dish on my front door table and headed for the kitchen.

Gathering some yogurt and juice from the fridge, I also rounded up some bananas, strawberries and mangos and set them on the counter next to my Vitamix blender.

BUZZ.

Glancing over at my phone a few feet away on the counter, I saw a message from a number not saved on my phone.

Weird, I thought.

I didn’t remember setting up a hook-up with anyone, which had to be who was texting me. All the unsaved numbers on my phone were from my previous sexual encounters. Those who, at least, weren’t immediately ghosted and blocked.

Grabbing my phone, I unlocked it and read the message:

Hey neighbor neighbor! :) your number is almost the same as mine! Except my last two digits are 34 and you’re 35! So you’re my number neighbor just one digit above!

“Great,” I said, chuckling to myself. I had heard about this trend recently. A ton of people on social media were talking about: Strangers were texting people that had nearly identical phone numbers as them, except the final digit always differed by one, either above and below. And some of the interactions actually ended up being pretty entertaining.

As for myself, however, I hadn’t thought anyone would actually text me, cause I certainly wasn’t going to text someone I didn’t know first, even if it was just in good fun.

But, now, having nothing else planned for this lazy Sunday, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.

Shrugging, I replied back:

haha yeah I’ve heard about this number neighbor thing. how’s it going?

Returning my attention back to my post-workout snack, I grabbed a small knife from a drawer, as well as a small cutting board.

I was about finished cutting up everything when my phone buzzed again.

I’m good :) just chilling. You a guy or girl? And how old?

Scraping the fruit into the blender, I quickly scooped out a few ounces of yogurt and added a quick dose of OJ before placing the blender lid ontop of the machine. I hit the power button and replied back:

Nice, same here. Just finished up a run. I’m a guy, and I’m 27.

I laughed to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Shaking my head, I turned on the TV, letting the news play in the background as I powered off my smoothie and poured it into a tall glass.

I sprawled out onto my couch, kicking my shoes off, and placed my feet on the coffee table in front of me. I sighed, feeling the cold thick smoothie chill my chest. Damn, that was exactly what I needed.

I clicked through the channels, unable to settle on one show, until I finally gave up on some random movie that I wasn’t entirely sure with what was going on.

It seemed to be some kind of sci-fi, coming-of-age flick. Something about some teenager that wasn’t really a kid but was actually a man that got trapped in a younger body after pissing off some wizard.

Boring, but it would do for now.

BUZZ.

I grabbed my phone and read the message from my newly acquainted stranger.

Cool! I’m a guy too. I’m 20. The name’s Adam. What’s yours?

Well, at least this kid wasn’t some old man or some child. That would’ve been really awkward and weird.

I replied back:

that’s cool, man. I’m Jake. Nice to meet you. Any plans today?

Placing my glass into the sink, I headed to my bedroom, fishing out a clean pair of underwear and tank top that I would lounge in for the rest of the day.

I was just about to turn the shower on when Adam replied:

Nice to meet you too, Jake! :) I’m not too sure. I wanted to try out something my friend told me to look into. But, I’m not sure yet. Random, and forward, but are you gay? I am, so it’s all cool. Just don’t have many gay friends. Would you be interested?

I laughed a little under my breath, agreeing that Adam’s text came off as borderline desperate, but, hey, at least the kid had some balls for even asking, I guess.

Yeah, I’m gay, I started replying. And sure, dude. We can be friends.

I turned the faucet on, and slipped off my running shorts and boxer briefs, letting them pile up on the ground. I groaned, cracking my neck a couple times and stretching out my hamstrings. I was looking forward to the hot water relaxing my tired muscles.

BUZZ.

Damn, this kid sure was a fast texter.

Not bothered by standing nude in my bathroom, I read the message as I continued stretching out my legs.

Really? Thanks dude! Wanna send a pic? So we can see what each other looks like? You sound cute :)

I rolled my eyes a bit, before opening the camera app. Hey, just because I was a little annoyed didn’t mean I could pass up on an opportunity to take a nice pic. Especially when I still had that post-workout glow going on.

Plus, I really had no plans today. So if I could sneak in a potential hook-up sesh, I was down. Adam having the same area code as me had me hopeful he at least still lived in the area.

I angled my phone a bit, making sure the picture captured my jaw in the best lighting, while also showing off my pecs. But, most importantly, to conceal most of the fact that I was totally naked. I flashed a quick smile, before taking the photo.

I smiled at myself, as I examined the photo. Damn, this cut was doing me good. I think I was down to nearly 10% body fat, and every muscle on my body was popping out in the best ways. I was feeling myself with how nice my beard looked. It wasn’t long enough to be considered anything intense, but definitely was a lot fuller than the light stubble I usually sported. I felt more distinguished with a beard of this length, and it made me feel more powerful and in charge. The last few guys I hooked up with even said I was on track for total daddy status, so, it definitely was working up the magic I wanted.

I typed out my message, attached the pic, and hit send:

Sorry for the lack of clothes haha. You caught me right as I was headed into the shower.

Stepping into the shower, I let the water flow over my aching muscles, particularly my legs. I lathered my body up, letting my cock bob up and down as it hardened slightly at the idea of seeing what Adam looked like.

“Fuck,” I said, turning the water temperature up a bit further. “I really hope you’re cute, Adam... this,” I said, wrapping my hand around my thick 8-incher, “could definitely use a good fuck tonight...”

BUZZ.

Perfect. I smiled to myself and quickly cleaned myself, actually eager to see what Adam looked like.

Once I was finished showering, I wrapped my towel around my waist, not caring that I was letting water drip over my marble floor. I grabbed my phone and brought it up to my face to unlock it.

holy shit, you’re Jake Rivers. Dude, you got no idea how awesome I think you are. You totally inspire me to get fit like you one day...

I smiled, feeling myself tent under my towel. I got turned on whenever a fan drooled over me.

My smile, however, quickly faded as I continued to read Adam’s text.

... okay, dude, so I know you’re totally out of my league... so my selfie is definitely not going to be impressive.. so... I’m sorry about that but I hope you still wanna be friends...

Underneath that was a photo covered in Apple’s “invisible ink” feature... a feature that allowed you to send people photos covered in a shimmery layer that you had swipe away with your finger to see the picture underneath...

Adam sending his selfie in invisible ink definitely could not be a good sign for me...

I swiped the shimmery texture away and pursed my lips at what I saw.

Well... he definitely wasn’t ugly... just one thousand percent not my type at all...

Adam tried emulating the pose in my selfie almost completely down to where the picture cut off.

Adam was a dweeb. Like a total dork. He had a pair of circle-framed glasses that made him look like a wannabe Harry Potter, or Clark Kent. His black hair was swiped over to the side in a very unkempt manner, that was not entirely covering a spattering area of zits near his hairline.

He wasn’t skinny either, but also not fat. Average was definitely how you could describe him.

He was wearing a white tank top that was nearly as pale as his skin color, and it wasn’t doing his soft tummy any justice. In fact, it hugged it a little too tightly that it made him look like he had a bigger gut than he probably had.

Adam also was in the process of attempting to grow a beard, but it was splotchy and patchy in all the wrong areas. It made him look like a kid trying hard to look older but it only made him look ironically younger in the process.

And to top it all off, his teeth were a mess and covered in metal.

In the background of his picture was also a giant poster of Batman... and a desk covered in about a dozen comic books...

Yeah... hooking up with this dude was looking slimmer by the second...

BUZZ.

Jake? You there?

Shit, I forgot my read receipts were on.

Quickly thinking on my feet, I thought of a half-assed fake response before slipped on a pair of my favorite low-rise trunks. They accentuated my bulge perfectly and hugged my ass like a dream. It was a surprise to no one that this style of underwear was hands down my favorite.

yeah man I’m here. sorry, got distracted with this movie that i have playing on the TV. thanks for the love! I always love meeting a fan! But don’t be so hard on yourself, buddy. you’re pretty cute!

Hitting send, I threw on my dark blue tank and strolled over to my desk and opened up the message app on my laptop. This would make texting Adam easier, plus I could start making a dent on getting through all my e-mails I had been pushing off since Friday afternoon.

you think so? :) thanks! I think you’re so hot haha.

I rolled my eyes as I opened up my e-mail inbox. Damn, I hadn’t been this disappointed about something in a while. And to think I got myself all worked up about possibly hooking up with this loser.

BUZZ.

wanna help me out with something? my friend did it yesterday and it looked really cool, and I’d love to do it with you.

I sighed, wondering how I could end this conversation without sounding like a total dick, but even the possibility of completely ignoring him seemed extremely appealing. I’d give the kid a few more messages, but then it was over. I replied:

what is it?

BUZZ.

FaceTime me! It’ll be easier to explain.

Yeah, nope.

Uh idk man I’m kind of busy.

BUZZ.

Pleaseeeee, it’ll be fast I swear. It’s really awesome.

10 minutes. Tops.

I’d tell all my friends about how chill you are. I’m sure it’d be good for business.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. This is why I didn’t want to come off rude earlier because the last thing I needed was negative press spread by some dweeb. It would definitely look bad on my end... Things were going too good right now for some dumb scandal to put me under...

Whatever, I thought. If shit got too weird, I could always just hang up:

All right, sure.

I clicked the FaceTime symbol shortly afterwards and waited for Adam to answer.

“Jake!” Adam said, excitedly. He was sitting at the desk in his photo, presumably his bedroom. The lighting was pretty low, but luckily there was an open window behind him that made things a bit more visible.

God, he even sounds like a dweeb, trying not to cringe at his slightly nasally voice.

“What’s up, man?” I said, putting my hand on the back of my head, making sure to flex slightly. Hey, maybe I could even sweet talk him into buying some gear or maybe even a workout plan.

“I can’t believe you’re actually my number neighbor,” Adam said, shaking his head. “This is so cool!”

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a laugh. “Shit’s pretty crazy. So, what did you need help with?”

“Alright,” Adam said, typing on his computer. “I’m sending you a link to this website. Click on it when you get it. It’s supposed to take you to this page and all the instructions are there. It’s kind of like, a game if you will.”

“Sounds interesting...” I said, lying. The sooner I got this out of the way, the quicker I could return to rummaging through my emails.

“And... sent!” Adam said, smiling. “Lemme know when you get it.”

DING.

“Got it,” I said, staring at the link. The link preview was odd. It didn’t say anything, really. Just showed a blank, white square, and no text. “What kind of game is this?”

“All the info is in there!” Adam said, repeating his statement from earlier. “But, it’s kind of like... a sci-fi type of concept.”

Shrugging, I clicked the link.

Suddenly, my web browser opened up a page with a painfully blinding white flash of light.

“Shit!” I said, squinting my eyes shut. My vision got hazy briefly, my eyes attempting to recover from being assaulted by an unnecessarily bright screen. A few moments later, I reopened them. When my eyes focused back on the page, there was nothing but a couple sentences:

subjects determined. lives accessed. player 1 selected as subject in power. player 2 selected as subject without power. begin altering at will.

“What the fuck is this, Adam?” I said, reopening the FaceTime call window. “I got blinded by some white light and now I finished reading the instructions but I don’t understand them at all.”

“Holy shit,” Adam said, giggling. “It really worked!”

“What did, Adam?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “What kind of shit is this?”

“You’ll see soon enough, Jakey,” Adam said, smiling.

“Okay, dude,” I said, scowling. “I think that’s enough of this. I gotta draw the line at Jakey, plus I don’t appreciate getting involved in whatever this is. But, I’m gonna hang up now...”

“No, Jake, I don’t think you will,” Adam said, crossing his own arms over his flat chest. “You’re going to stay on this call as long as I say so.”

“Cya, Adam,” I said, hovering my mouse cursor over the red button... but I couldn’t click it. As much as I tried to... my finger wouldn’t press down.

“What... what the fuck?” I said, furrowing my brows. “Why... why can’t I hang up?”

“Cause I said you couldn’t,” Adam said, smiling.

“What?” I said, my voice rising slightly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re the subject without power, remember?” Adam said. “And I’m going to be making some changes. Starting with... you know I really love your beard. I’ve always wanted to be able to grow one, but, as you can see... I can’t really...”

My face started to heat up, and my mouth dropped at what I was seeing. Within seconds, I saw hair sprout on Adam’s face, coating it all in a nice, healthy well-groomed pattern nearly identical to mine... but what was most frightening was what was happening to my own face.

My beard was vanishing. It was withering away at the same rate Adam’s was growing, until there were just a few stray scraggly wisps on my upper lip, chin, and random areas of my cheeks. It was the most pathetic looking beard I had ever seen.

“What the fuck?” I said, almost at a whisper-level. “What the fuck is this? How are you doing this? Stop this right now you fucking dweeb!”

“Oh?” Adam said, rubbing his newly acquired facial hair. “Me? A dweeb?”

“Yeah, you little shit,” I said, almost yelling. “You got superhero posters plastered in your room and comics all over the fucking place. Give me back my facial hair back and go buy yourself some Rogaine if you want one! You probably wear Spider-Man undies since you clearly have never been laid before.”

“Well, Jake,” Adam said, chuckling. “I’m not sure what you mean. I’m pretty sure you’re the dweeb with the comic book obsession. And don’t you love wearing Y-cut tighty whitey briefs?”

My eyes widened as I noticed Adam’s background change. The posters in his room disappeared, being replaced with music vinyls, and sports trophies. The comics on his desk turned into health magazines and notebooks.

My room also shifted spontaneously. I gasped watching massive posters of the Justice League, Aquaman, Superman and Batman cover nearly every inch of my walls. My mouth gaped as crates of comic books cluttered underneath my bed, replacing the free-weights and other exercise equipment I typically stored there.

The biggest shock, however, was my low-rise trunks melting away and becoming a pair of skin-tight tighty whiteys that looked severely out of place on my massively muscular body.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, standing up from my desk and running over to my nightstand. I opened the top drawer and choked at the sight of rows and rows of white briefs. Gone were my trunks, my boxer-briefs and even my jockstraps. Instead, were the same style of childish underwear that I hated even when I was an actual kid.

“Fuck!” I said, holding my head. Memories of comic store visits as a child plagued my mind. Thousands of trivial facts on every comic book imaginable flooded my brain. I could distinguish between even the most obscure series, and I even remembered going to a comic shop yesterday and being thrilled at finding a variant for a comic I had been searching for for months now.

“What are you doing to me, you fucking pale freak!” I said, yelling.

“Pale?” Adam said. “Me? Nah, I’m always a golden tanned man. You, my friend, seem like you could get a little sun. You’re looking pretty pasty.”

“No!” I said, pushing my arms out in front of me. My stunning tan dissolved into nothingness, my entire body taking on a pale white that looked like it burned instantaneously if I wasn’t wearing at least 100+ SPF.

“Stop this!” I said, nearing tears. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Aw, Jakey,” Adam said. “But I can! Don’t get too upset now. You’re gonna knock those glasses off your nose.”

A pair of thick-lens frames materialized on my face, identical to the pair Adam had been wearing just moments before. I ripped them off my face, horrified when I realized I couldn’t see a foot in front of me without them.

“This isn’t happening to me,” I said, gasping. I walked back to my desk, gawking at the man on the screen.

Adam was looking more handsome with every command he spoke. His olive tan contrasted amazingly with his white tank top, and that beard truly made his jawline pop. And without his frames, I could notice how beautiful his blue eyes were. He was looking less of a dweeb and more of a handsome man.

“Please, Adam,” I said, finally realizing the dire situation I was in. “I’ll do whatever you want, man. Just please, stop this. Change me back. I can give you anything.”

“Don’t worry, Jake,” Adam said, laughing. “I’m sure you’re still a catch with the guys. I heard some men really like muscled dudes with small packages.”

I yelped, feeling my junk dwindle away.

“No, no, no!” I said, pawing at my crotch. My impressive bulge vanishing before my eyes. Where there once was an obscene protruding mound now lay a flat, hardly noticable lump between my thick, muscular thighs.

I pulled the waist band back to peek inside and started crying at the sight. My cock couldn’t have been bigger than 2 inches soft, whereas before it was a solid 6.5 inches flaccid. My balls were tiny, perhaps the size of grapes. I looked like a freak.

“Wow, thanks for these inches, Jakey,” Adam said, his hands in his pants. I think I’m over 8 inches now. Let’s see how big you are hard, shall we?”

My cock sprung to life, stiffening to its full potential. It hardly made a difference.

“You took away nearly all of it,” I said, miserably. “I must be like 3 inches..”

“Aw, relax, Jake,” Adam said, smirking. “Your voice always cracks too much when you’re upset. I guess that’s what happens when you have a high pitched, nasally voice.”

“NooOOoOo,” I said, whining. My voice cracked on its way up, my healthy baritone creeping up into a lighter timbre. “AdaM, you need to SToP this!”

“Take off your shirt, Jake,” Adam said, his voice booming as it deepened. “Pose for me”

I flung my tank top across the room, posing in various positions.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to be 6 foot tall,” Adam said, “I’m only 5 foot 4 after all.”

The room began to grow around me as I plummeted towards the ground beneath me. I screamed and I dropped further and further, inches of height transferring over to the monster on the other side of my computer monitor. The first few inches were sudden, but the last several took their sweet time as I approached my new height of 5 foot 5, having surrendered 8 inches of my stature.

“God dammit, Adam, please” I said, grabbing at my throat, wincing at how pathetic I really sounded. “I’ll give you money, anything!”

“How bout your muscles instead?” Adam said, ripping off his tank top.

“Nooooo!” I said, yelling. My hard work melted away like it was nothing. The years I spent sculpting my muscles to perfection, the hours of putting together a routine just right, the power and strength I held so dearly... all stolen from me.

My pecs shriveled up on my chest. My arms thinned rapidly as they lost all definition. My legs followed suit, giving me an overall puny appearance. My abs vanished, giving me a flat tummy that hadn’t seen a crunch in years. My briefs hung lamely on my hips, now a couple sizes too big.

I looked like a loser.

Adam, on the other hand, was a stud. He looked like a man anyone would want to get laid up with, man or woman. He was ripped, sculpted, built.

I wept, staring at my image on my computer screen.

I really was a dweeb. A dweeb with no muscle tone, a pasty skin tone, thick glasses, a tiny prick, and way too many comic books that kept all the men I was interested in away from me. Zits began to sprout near my greasy hair-line as I continued to cry.

“Please, Adam,” I said, desperately. “I’m begging you... there’s still time to fix this... I can’t be like this... I’m too old for this kind of shit and I worked too hard for this...”

The tears ran down my cheeks, and down my totally flat chest. My twig-like arms shook as my knobby knees threatened to give out at any moment.

“There’s nothing wrong with being an 18-year-old obsessed with comics, Jakey, baby,” Adam smiled, flexing his pecs for the camera.

The years reversed themselves. All my memories of college disappeared from my mind. Gone was my business, my life’s work. My degrees, my car, everything I had spent time building.

Even my room changed, until I realized I no longer owned my own place. Instead, I was back in my childhood room, living once again with my parents. My new interior decor still hung on the walls and my comics still lay under my now twin-sized bed covered in flannel sheets.

“Oh my god,” I said, not caring anymore about how much I blubbered.

“So, yeah, thanks for the money too, man,” Adam said. “Guess it was a win-win, huh? But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have all the time in the world to get back to where you were. Once you know, once you graduate high school. I mean, you did flunk both the 4th and 7th grades, so you’re still considered a sophomore in high school... but, hey, you’ll be graduated in just a couple years!”

My brain turned into mush as my IQ dropped drastically. I remembered the embarrassment of watching my friends graduate on time as I sat in classrooms filled with kids 2 years my junior because I spent too many nights when I was younger reading comics under my bed sheets instead of studying for exams. My parents were grounded me for a whole year after I flunked 4th grade, and a year and a half after I failed 7th.

“Adam,” I said, moaning. “I can’t... I remember who I used to be... this isn’t right please, please stop...”

“It’ll all be over so soon, Jakey,” Adam said, now poking at his stomach, his abs buried underneath a layer of fat. “First, time to get rid of this...”

I gasped feeling the fat accumulate on my bones. I watched in horror at my jawline became hidden under a soft double chin, and my nipples became slightly droopy on my chest. My flat tummy became a little belly, then a rounder belly until I looked like I needed to start running to get rid of it. My legs jiggled as the weight piled itself on.

I was officially a chubby nerd. Gone was 10% body fat. I was now somewhere between 20-22%, and it would take months, maybe even longer until I could even be considered remotely skinny.

“Oh my god,” I said, tears rolling down my plump cheeks. I lifted my belly up, watching it flop slightly over my waist band. My ass jiggled as I ran over to my closet mirror, my briefs readjusting to an appropriate size. My entire wardrobe shifted itself into an array of gaudy graphic tees and khaki pants. Seatbelt belts with comic logos and caps with slogans littered my shelves. All my workout gear was replaced with board games and video games; the only sport I played must have been Wii Tennis, something I hadn’t touched in years since I bought my Nintendo Switch with the money I saved up from working at the comic shop around the corner.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked Adam, miserably. “Why me?”

“Well,” Adam said, as he posed in his tight low-rise trunks, cupping his junk and flexing his legs. “You were an accident. I never thought it would be you. My friend did this shit with his number neighbor last night. We didn’t know the power of the website... it was all an accident. But when he turned into a stud and the other dude ended up becoming a sniveling skinny guy, I knew I had to join my friend. You ending up being, well, you, just made things so much more fun. I had so much I could change and take from you... so thanks, little guy. Or, should I say, big guy?” Adam chuckled, pointing at my shrunken, chubby body.

“Fuck you...” I said, holding my head in my hands. “You’ve ruined my life!”

“And given you a new one,” Adam said, rolling his tongue over his brackets. “Oh, almost forgot about these...”

My groaned in pain as metal chunks glued themselves onto my crooked teeth, rubber bands finding their appropriate pattern in my mouth. The orthodontist said he hoped I’d only have to wear my braces for about another year or so. I really hoped so too.

“I’ll help you find someone else, Adam,” I said, still begging. “Change me back and we can find someone better... please, I want to be me again...”

“But that’s the thing, Jakey,” Adam said, mocking me. “This, is you now. A sad, chubby, little dweeb. That’s what you are. The 27-year-old, fit, rich, douchey asshole, is gone. And me, Adam, the soft, average-Joe, is also gone. Now, I’m probably hotter than you ever were. And smart, and rich. And I’m gonna have so much fun... hell my birthday is next month. I’ll be 30. And god, what a blast that is gonna be...”

“And who knows,” Adam said, bending over his laptop. “Find me in a couple years... maybe, and just maybe. I’ll let you worship this body. Cya, dweeb.”

And with that, he was gone.

I stood in silence, tears still staining my cheeks. A sad, pathetic, dumb, nerd. Who knew nothing about getting in shape, who know everything about Batman, and who would be living with his parents for many years to come.

BUZZ.

I checked my phone, an old iPhone 7 instead of my previous iPhone X Max. It was Adam.

oh, don’t worry. I’ll let you remember who you were from time to time. I’ll check on your regularly. But, now, number neighbor. I’ll let you forget this. so you can have fun with your new life ;) text you next month.

I shook my head, confused who this person texting me was. Deciding to ignore it, I deleted the message and walked back over to my closer, pulling out my favorite Avengers tee and a pair of appropriate cargo pants to go along with it.

They made my butt look a bit nicer than anything else I owned, plus, the cute regular was gonna show up to the D&D tournament tonight at the comic shop. He was sooo dreamy... he had muscles and everything and I actually think he was flirting with me last time.

Me! Of all people... I hoped he would talk to me, maybe ask for my number. I lost track of how many times I dreamt about him fucking me... god, just the thought of it made my little dick stand straight up...

“Jake!” My mom said, yelling from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming mom!” I said, yelling back. I pushed my glasses up on my nose and threw on my clothes quickly.

I hoped she was making pancakes; they were the easiest and quickest to eat, and my shift at the shop started in about an hour.

God, I couldn’t wait to see Steve later than night... I really needed a good fuck...

This has been sitting in my drafts for months now - I was never sure if I actually liked it. I wanted to revise it, edit it a bit, but I never got around to doing so.

However, here I am now, a bit drunk, and just finishing re-reading this, and, honestly, I don’t think it’s half bad. Maybe you guys will think so too.

Hope you enjoy this. Maybe I’ll post something else in the near future. Like the story I’m drunkenly typing up based off an idea I got earlier today. Or maybe it’ll live in my drafts for another few months. Who knows.

Till next time?

Raul.

#role reversal #jock to nerd #nerd to jock #muscle theft #muscle gain #height loss #height gain #cock shrink #cock growth #fat gain #fat loss #age regression #age progression #top to bottom #bottom to top

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thefateofdesire · 5 years

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Frank & Matt

Okay, man, what the FUCK did you give me? See, when we met at the mall yesterday and you said you could “FIX” my issue with my boyfriend, I didn’t think you meant THIS.

Like, holy shit, dude!

Sure, am I dumbass for not entirely worrying whether these “performance enhancer” pills were suspect? Of course I am.

Am I a moron for still taking them even after you told me they would make “all my fantasies come true”? Absolutely.

Does it make me self-important that I actually expected you to actually answer your phone the last eight times I called you, even though it’s nearly 2 in the morning? Sure.

And, as the cherry on top of things, does it make me any less foolish to think you’ll actually respond to this text message that I’m sure is going to be about 500 paragraphs too long?

YES.

But, here I am, dude, because what. the. actual. fuck.

This morning, I was just what you would call an average looking guy.

Fine, above average: I was conventionally attractive, sure; with a body that most men in the gay community would call “average,” but others would call “skinny fat.” I had some muscle tone, but a softer mid-section, a moderate ass, less than moderate package, stood just under 5 feet 6 inches tall...

I was a twink.

That’s exactly what my boyfriend and most of my friends would call me, anyways. So, maybe I started to label myself as that too.

My boyfriend, however... man, was he hot: Six feet tall, a gorgeous tan, muscles that looked perfectly proportioned on his body, a toned ass, a fat cock... god what I would’ve done to look like that.

That’s what I always wanted. To look like THAT.

All my life, the men in my life treated me like I was some effeminate object to be owned, to be fucked, to be dominated.

That was my sexual “purpose.”

And yeah, maybe I pretended to enjoy it for most of my sexual years, but, fuck, I was nearly 24 years old, and I wanted more than the life of a “submissive twink.”

I knew deep down I wanted to dominate, to top, to take control. But Matt? Yeah, he had other ideas.

“Babe, you know I don’t bottom.”

That’s what he would say every time. Every single time I tried to switch things up in the bedroom. Every damn time I tried asserting my desires and inner dominance over the past year of our relationship.

“Besides, Frankie,” he’d add, “I got the bigger dick.”

And he’d grab his thick 7-incher and purposely hold it against my 4-and-a-half inch prick, just to further humiliate me.

And yeah, I know you already know all of this, and it still blows my mind how you ever managed to get me to spill my guts to you after I bumped into you at the food court.

You overheard Matt jokingly mention to me that I should get a vibrator to improve our sex life since I was unhappy with it cause it would, as Matt claimed: “help prepare me for the main attraction.”

To say I was pissed was an understatement.

I told him: “Sure, I’ll go buy one and maybe you can use it instead.”

And he had the nerve to reply: “You’re so cute, but I don’t think I’d need one to prepare for this little guy,” while rubbing his hand up my thigh until he nearly brushed over my crotch.

With that, I was gone. I stormed off, with Matt laughing at the table and finishing up his food.

That’s when I bumped into you, nearly completely across the food court.

I recognized you, you know: Raul Flores - I had seen you on my Instagram Discover page a few times, and I knew you were a model. So when you started talking to me, I felt like I was being punked.

I wasn’t sure how you claimed to overhear the entire conversation, considering I thought we weren’t being entirely loud and you were literally on the other side of the room... but I was embarrassed. So, I apologized and tried getting away.

But then it was like my feet couldn’t move. And I found myself telling you nearly all my life story, in what felt like just a few minutes. When I looked over to at Matt, he was talking to some other guy clearing the table. And I couldn’t help but notice how Matt was not so subtly checking out the dude’s chest and ass as he wiped the table down. I felt tears in my eyes start to form.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore,” I said, trying to hold back my emotions. “I could leave him, but I clearly care about him too much. I want things to work out.”

“You know,” you said, “I’ve been trying out these new pills... they’ve really made my sex life so much better.”

At first, I thought you were giving me some lame pitch for a sponsored product you had been offered recently. But something about the way you smiled at me... and put your hand on my shoulder... I felt like you were being genuine. And after you asked for my Instagram handle, and phone number so we could hang out again, as friends, I felt like you actually cared.

“Really?” I asked, turning my head to the side.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “They’ve helped a lot with my boyfriend, Chad. It makes things... magical.”

“Right,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And how ‘magical’ is it?”

“No, man,” you said, continuing. “I mean it! Look, I’m not trying to scam you. It’s two pills: one for you, and one for your man.” You gestured with your elbow at Matt, still chatting with the busboy, and you pulled out a small bag with an orange and blue pill.

“You take the blue one,” you said, continuing. “And make him take the orange one. It takes about 20 minutes for the pill to start taking affect, but after that, they’ll basically make all your fantasies come true.” You winked at me, and I felt chills up and down my spine.

I took the pills, looking at them in the little baggie. What kind of shit could this really be?

“Okay...” I said, slipping the pills into my back pocket. “But, what do they even do? How do they work?”

“Relax, man,” you said, laughing. “They’re not gonna kill you, I swear. I mean, would I really put myself at risk out here, in the open, to do something stupid like that?”

You had a point...

I shook my head no, waiting for you to continue.

“Exactly,” you said, finishing up your thought. “So, the pills will help make your desires come true. All you have to do, is think about them. Want to last longer? Done. Want a stronger orgasm? Cool. Matt to be more... submissive?” You smirked, a grin forming on your lips. “He’ll be putty in your hands... and so much more. One thing to note, however. The moment the pills start to take effect, you both will grow soft. Don’t panic. It’s just the pills’ way to let you know they’re ready to take you to all kinds of new places. I’ll let you see how far you can really go with them, cause trust me, buddy... those ideas are just the tip of the iceberg.”

And with that, you patted my shoulder, said you’d see me around, and to call you after tonight to let me know how I liked the pills...

And you were gone.

And I was standing there, feeling like I just finished some kind of illegal drug deal.

But, god, I was hard. Something about what you said... I just believed you. I don’t know why, I just felt... compelled to actually try these things out.

Next thing I knew, it was nearly 10 p.m. and Matt and I had just finished watching a movie on the couch in our apartment.

Before the film, we had showered, and now we were clad in some loungewear: Matt in a pair of form-fitting sweat pants, and myself in a ribbed tank top and running shorts. I was laying my head on Matt’s thighs, when I felt Matt’s hand start to slide down my chest.

I figured this was as good of a time as ever to mention the pills.

“So,” I said, removing Matt’s hand and sitting up straight. “I wanted to say I was only against your dildo idea because I actually ordered some performance enhancer pills online...”

“What?” Matt said, laughing. “Like Viagra?”

“No, no,” I said, “Better.” I smiled, pulling out the little bag from my waistband.

“Oh shit,” Matt said, his eyes widening. “They look weird. Are they like molly or something?” He reached his hand out towards the bag.

“Nope” I said, pulling the bag away from him. “But they’re supposed to get us both to enjoy everything more, feel our orgasms more intensely, and make our, and I quote: ‘fantasies come true.’” I had to hold in my laughter at the cheesy phrase you had used to describe these pills.

“Riiight,” Matt said, scoffing. “So, what’s up with the two colors then?”

“That...” I said, hesitating, “Uh...” I was blanking, and kicking myself why I never asked you that question.

“Ohhh, I get it,” Matt said, chuckling. “Top and bottom.”

"Yeah, ” I said, nodding my head and trying not to roll my eyes. Matt would find a way to somehow turn this into a top v. bottom issue, once again. Not caring if that was the actual answer or not, and not wanting to start a fight, I continued to nod.

“So,” I said, “You take the orange, and I take the blue, and it’ll take like 20 minutes to take effect.”

“Nice,” Matt said, nodding. He crossed his arms over his chest a few times, flexing his arms and shoulders, hyping himself up. “Blue definitely is your style too. I’ll gladly take the orange.”

“Yep,” I said, forcing a tight smile as I plopped the orange pill into Matt’s hand. Taking the blue pill between my thumb and index finger, I brought the pill up to my mouth. “So we doing this or not?”

“Sure, cutie,” Matt said, smirking. “Don’t see why not. If it’ll help me last longer and fuck you harder, I’m for it. On three?” He placed the pill in front of his mouth, mirroring me.

“On three,” I said, nodding. “One... two... three.”

Fuck it, I thought.

I popped the pill in my mouth, and reached for my HydroFlask resting on the table. Taking a swig of water, I washed the pill down.

“Ahhh,” Matt said, smacking his tongue and sticking it out. “Don’t even need water.”

I smiled, ignoring Matt’s desperate attempt to appear even more masculine. I was too busy feeling the excitement build up in my chest. Twenty minutes couldn’t go by any faster.

“I’m so excited to fuck you tonight,” Matt said, rubbing his hand over my already growing member. “Seems like you are too.”

“Yeah,” I said, “maybe you’ll even be open to switching it up a bit too.”

“Frankie,” Matt said, standing up and walking over to the bedroom. “Don’t get your hopes up too high. These pills aren’t magic.” He laughed as he turned the corner, and flicking the bedroom light on as he entered.

Not according to Raul, I thought, smirking to myself.

Nearly 20 minutes had passed, and Matt and I were busy already. We had managed to strip each other down to our underwear, and we were both solid as could possibly be. We were tangled on the bed, me on top of Matt, as he grazed his tongue over my chest.

“Woah,” we both said simultaneously. We unwrapped our arms around from each other and quickly sat up.

“Uh, what the fuck,” Matt said, as his dick grew instantly flaccid.

“No, it’s fine,” I said, equally shocked at the pill’s instantaneous effect. “The site I bought these on said the second the pills start to go into effect we’d both get totally soft.”

“That’s fucking weird,” Matt said, shaking his head. “But, whatever, I guess. So now we’re good to go?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. I was excited beyond words. In fact, I started to sweat bit.

“Uhm,” I said, standing up. “Just give me a second, baby. I’m just gonna pee before we continue.”

“All right,” Matt said, laying back down. “Hurry back.” he reached his hand into his boxer briefs, playing with his dick. “I want you to get this baby back to full mast.”

I laughed as I walked down the hall into the bathroom.

Flicking the light on, I walked over to the toilet, taking a quick leak. I flushed it down, and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

Fuck, I was practically shaking from excitement.

Turning the faucet on, I quickly washed my hands, then splashed some cold water on my face, watching it trickle down my chest.

I frowned a bit, watching the droplets crawl down my skinny frame.

God, don’t start this shit again, Frank, I thought to myself.

I shook my head. This was not the time to start whining about my skinny body. But, I couldn’t help but lament over the idea of just having a bit more muscle. A slightly more built chest... at least some pronounced abs... thicker arms...

I hung my head down and closed my eyes.

I just wished my upper body was a bit more toned.

God, I was annoying.

I lifted my head back up and rubbed the last bit of water from my eyes and turned to switch off the light.

But then... something felt off.

I felt this... pressure in my chest. Not like the excitement I had been feeling for quite some time now, but like, something was pushing outwards, away from my frame.

Turning my head back to the mirror, I squinted at my reflection. Inching my face closer, I gasped softly.

I ran my fingers over my chest... it was getting... bigger? But... how?

But there was no mistaking it, it was definitely filling out. I ran my fingers over the skin on my chest, feeling tissue grow beneath my finger tips. Muscle fibers sprouted from nothing and muscle continued to grow where there was hardly any before...

Then the sensation traveled down into my abs. I felt them tense as they grew more defined. My eyes widened as I watched the layer of soft belly fat I had developed over the years start to melt away. My soft stomach tightened until there was a faint two-pack... then four...

“This can’t be happening,” I said, too entranced to look away from my reflection.

I flexed my arms as I watched my biceps, triceps and shoulders grow exponentially... They pushed out, coating my entire body in a euphoria that felt better than any orgasm I had ever had before.

In under 30 seconds, I felt like I had gained at least 15 pounds of muscle, and I looked like I at least casually went to the gym. My mouth dropped open my new body, unable to entirely wrap my head around it.

All your fantasies come true, I heard your voice ring in my head.

“Holy fuck...” I said, a smile growing quickly on my lips.

“Babe!” Matt said, calling from the bedroom. “Hurry up! I’m trying to stay soft till you get here but, damn I think the pill is really working, I’m fucking horny as fuck!”

“Coming!” I said, still ogling at my improved form. I quickly flexed my new muscles in the mirror, and ran back to the bedroom.

Oh, fuck, I thought.

Yeah, it was definitely gonna be a night to remember.

“Sorry,” I said, sliding back onto the bed, making sure to angle my body to show off my new-found muscles.

“Woah, Frankie,” Matt said, smiling. “You’ve been working out? Fuck, I can’t believe I never noticed. I wanna fuck you even more.” He pressed his lips against mine, letting his hands roam over my stomach and chest.

“Yeah, babe,” I said, lying. “Just for you...”

Feeling his hands roam over me like I was an entirely new person instantly brought my formerly soft member to full potential. I moaned as he rubbed every inch of my torso, feeling myself grow hotter by the second.

He picked me up, carrying us over to the other side of the room and pressed me against the wall.

“Fuck,” Matt said, groaning in my ear. “I could fuck you right here, right now. Turn around.” He placed his arms on my shoulders, turning to flip me so my stomach was pressed against the wall.

I wonder... I thought.

I wish Matt was a bit more submissive.

Suddenly, Matt took his hands off me, a wave of confusion flashing over his face, and he crept down, getting down on his knees.

“Fuck, baby,” Matt said, positioning himself in front of me. “I don’t know what’s up with me, but I’m so horny right now. I haven’t felt this horny in so long. I want just want your cock right now.”

The smile on my lips couldn’t have been any bigger.

“Please,” Matt, said, continuing. “Let me suck it.”

“Go for it, baby,” I said.

With that, my briefs were pushed down just below my crotch, and all of me was inside his mouth. All 4.5 inches. And god was it the best blowjob of my fucking life. He swallowed it with ease, and he bucked his hips forward, his bulge stretching madly against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Another thought crossed my mind.

I wish I had the bigger cock. I wish the longer Matt sucked me off, the larger my dick grew. And the bigger my dick grew, the smaller his got. And I wish he was partially aware something is off, but just unable to entirely understand exactly what.

As Matt worked my pole, I felt myself grow in his mouth. And grow. Until suddenly Matt was putting significant more effort to take it all in. He bobbed up and down further, and longer. His mouth strained more and more, until he had to start putting serious work into deepthroating it all. And I smirked watching the bulge in his boxer briefs grow flatter and flatter.

As my dick continues to grow, I thought, I wish my balls would do the same. And have the opposite continue to affect Matt.

My eyes rolled back into my head as Matt sucked and slurped on my now well-over average cock. And as his once massive bulge grew further diminished in his underwear, I had to stifle a laugh at the sight it now was - a small lump now between his thick, muscular thighs.

“Damn, baby,” Matt said, wiping his mouth. “I love sucking your... little dick.” He smiled up at me, a twinge of loss in his eyes as he began to rub the front of his shorts. “You wanna suck this bad boy now?”

“Wait,” I said, pulling Matt to his feet. I gaped at the sight of my new member, marveling at its girth and size. I figured it had to be at least eight inches now, with a heavy set of balls to match. “Let’s go back to the bed, and take your underwear off.” I peeled mine off, shuddering as my briefs slid over my sensitive dick, causing it to bob heavily up and down briefly.

Matt climbed back on to the bed, shucking off his boxer briefs and flipped over onto his back. There, in front of me, lay my boyfriend of a year and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Baby,” I said, walking over to my phone charging on the dresser. “You mind if I take a picture of you? I know you said you wanted me to take nudes of you cause it turns you on and well, you’re really turning me on right now.”

“Sure, cutie,” Matt said, flexing his stomach. “Take this all in.” He waved over his body before hovering over his junk to boast his pride and joy,

Oh, baby, I thought, smiling as I took numerous pictures. If you only you could see this now. You’re smaller than I was.

There, on our bed, was a well-built, stud of a man with a package that looked even smaller in contrast to the muscles it was surrounded by. A four-inch dick, with balls that daintly sat on the bedsheets beneath them.

“Man,” Matt said, stroking his shrunken member. “I kind of feel... off. Do I look as hard as I normally do?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, smirking. “You’re hard as a rock. Don’t worry, handsome. The pills are probably just making you feel extra horny and it feels different, you know?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, shaking his head. “I guess so. I do feel good all right.” He bucked his hips into the air and he continued to fondle himself. “C’mere, Frankie. I want you to suck me.”

As I walked over to join my boyfriend, another thought crossed my mind.

I wish Matt was shorter than me, and as he shrinks, I’ll take those inches of height. Let him slowly start to become more aware of these changes, but still be unable to put his finger on what’s actually happening to him, or me.

I crawled on top of my man, and smiled devilishly his limbs almost instantly began to contort and shrink before my eyes. I ran my hands over his muscled thighs as they shrank closer and closer to his hips. I ran my tongue over his torso as it compacted down against itself.

“Woah,” Matt said, moaning. “I feel so warm.”

I inhaled sharply as my bones softly popped as my body grew longer, and longer. I flipped Matt and I over and watched my body stretch. My legs. My arms. My torso. Matt placed his hands on both sides of me and smiled down at me.

“You look so good, Frankie, baby,” Matt said, still shrinking. “I don’t know why but you look different... I feel different too... maybe I just need to work out more?”

“You look good, handsome,” I said, still smiling. I wrapped my hands around his waist, wondering if this is what it felt to hold someone my height. I looked at both of our bodies. He couldn’t have been more than five foot five now, and my own body was slowly crossing over the six feet mark. All the muscle on his frame look entirely out of place now, like a body builder desperately trying to compensate for being below average in height. On the opposite end, I looked like a lanky, gangly man that should be eating way more than I was.

“You like this huh?” he said, continuing to grow shorter. “You like looking at yourself and then me? You like seeing what a real man looks like huh?”

Another thought entered my mind as I nodded slowly.

I wish Matt’s muscles started transferring over to my body too. Let him start to realize things are wrong, and that we’re changing.

"Fuck,” Matt said, holding his head. “Okay, babe, I’m starting to think something’s up with these pills. I feel fucking awesome, but I don’t know now I feel like I’m... falling...”

“Yeah, Matty Boy?” I said, slyly poking fun at him as his muscles began to melt before my eyes. This change was occurring more rapidly than the others had. All at once it looked like his muscles were being drained from his body and entering my own. I moaned watching my four pack become a six pack in seconds. My joints popped as my legs swole with muscle, pushing my legs further apart from each other. My ass tightened and lifted me up slightly from the bed beneath me.

“Matty... Boy...?” Matt said, trailing off. “Wait, what the fuck?” He stared down at his chest, watching the pecs he had always been so proud of sink closer and closer to his breast plate. It reminded me of pics I had seen of Matt when he first started lifting weights back in the day.

“Wh-what’s happening to me? My muscles? Wait, what’s happening to you!”

He was nearly shouting now and I couldn’t help but laugh..

“What do you mean, little guy?” I said, further mocking him. I squeezed my arms around him, feeling him grow tinier and tinier by the second. I moaned watching my chest heave up and down, my chest now larger than his own. “You look sexy to me.”

“Frankie!” Matt said, beginning to panic. “You’re... you’re huge! And I’m... holy fuck, I look like a...a...”

“A little twink?” I said, bucking my hips into his lithe body.

Gone was the stud I had been dating for the past year. In his place was a scared little guy, barely standing at maybe 5 feet 4-and-a-half inches tall, with a skinny, lanky body that Matt loved to mock and tease on others guys.

Gone were his tree trunk thighs and brutish arms. In their places lay straight, gangly twigs that had probably only lifted a box of groceries up the apartment stairs from time to time. His junk looked more in place on his new body, but once Matt fully came to terms with his predicament, it would likely only bring him burst into tears quicker.

Me, on the other hand... I might have been bigger than Matt ever was. I was definitely well over 6 feet tall now, with muscles that rippled on every each of my body. My legs looked powerful enough to run a marathon, but also squat a few hundred pounds. My ass felt perky, but muscular; I doubt there was much fat there at all. My arms had to have been at least double, maybe triple the size of Matt’s new arms. And my cock... Yeah, there was no way anyone could ever tell me that my new package was too small to top.

“Frankie,” Matt said, his voice booming. “What the fuck is happening!”

“Aww, Matty,” I said, pouting, emphasizing the childish nickname. “You shouldn’t yell at people that literally hold your life as you know it in their hands.”

I wish Matt’s voice was at least two octaves higher, with a light twang to it that made it near impossible for him to forcibly bring it down to sound more masculine.

“Frankie, I sweAr T0 G0D iF YoU HaD ANYthiNG t0 Do WiTH Th-” Matt said, his eyes widening the more he continued to speak. “NO!” He clawed as his throat, swallowing repeatedly, presumably trying to keep his baritone voice from climbing any further. “Please, Frankie,” Matt said, his anger evaporating into pure fear. “Please, stop this.”

“Aww, but, cutie,” I said, slapping his small, perky ass. “I think it suits you well with this little bod’ don’t you think? Matter of fact...”

I wish Matt’s ass was filled with more fat than muscle, and it was hands down his biggest asset.

Beneath my palm I felt Matt’s cheeks expand, swelling with juicy fat, jiggling slightly.

“Frankie,” Matt said, beginning to cry as he felt his butt bubble out behind him. “You can’t do this to me. Please, you can’t. Don’t do this. I don’t wanna be a twink. Make me muscular again, please. I’ll do anything.”

I wish Matt had very little body hair, and definitely no facial hair.

“Baby boy,” I said, sitting up now, and letting go of my grasp on Matt’s bottom. “I think you look way better this way. Why don’t you take a look yourself?”

Matt scrambled off the bed, running to the far-right corner to start at himself in the closet mirror, his chest hair and the stubble on his face fading completely away in the process.

“This can’t be fucking happening right now...” Matt continued to cry, staring at his significantly smaller build. To think just 20 minutes prior there was a 6 foot, 220 pound man stud in this bedroom, and now all that stood was a boy in comparison; still the same prime age of 25, but well over 100 pounds lighter, and barely creeping past the 5 foot 4 inch mark.

“Oh, but it is,” I said, purposely stepping heavier than normal to emphasize my new size. “And this, my little twink boyfriend, is going to be our new life. What do you say?”

I stood behind him, grabbing him from behind. I palmed his still rock hard prick with one hand, my other jiggling his perky, greedy butt.

“You like it, don’t you?” I said, smiling.

“I...” Matt said, shaking his head. “Fuck... yes, but I don’t want to be like this, Frankie... I can’t. I’m so sorry for ever teasing you. Just please, turn me back.”

“First off,” I said, squeezing his ass a little tighter. “It’s Frank. You always knew I hated Frankie. But you never cared. Well, this is what never caring got you into, Matty. You’re your biggest nightmare. And I know that’s what it was: You fucked with me because you thought you were better than me. And now the tables are turned and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“But, Franki- Frank,” Matt said, quickly correcting himself. “I’ll do anything. Anything, I swear.”

“Hmm,” I said, pondering the thought. “Anything?”

“Yes,” Maty said, nodding his head feverishly. “Anything, babe. I swear. You can stay this way. I mean, you’re fucking hot! I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want. We can flip! Just like you wanted!”

“Hmmmmmm,” I said. “Well... I guess that could be nice... Under one condition.”

“Yes,” Matt said, smiling suddenly, wiping the tears from his face. “What is it, beautiful? Anything. You name it.”

I smirked.

“I wish Matt would revert back to his original body, height, muscles, everything that’s changed,” I said, still smiling.

Matt beamed, looking down at his body.

“...IF,” I continued.

Matt’s face fell.

“...And ONLY if,” I said, continuing, “Matt is able to prevent himself from cumming for one whole minute while I do whatever I want to him. If he fails, this becomes permanent: Both his and my changes. And this will be our new lives because it will always be how we always were.”

“Frank,” Matt said, his eyes once again welling up. “I don’t want to be like this, please, I’m literally begging you.” He dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around my muscles calves. “I’ll only bottom for you, anything. I don’t care. Just please... make me big again.”

“And you can be, Matty, baby,” I said, stroking my hand through his hair. “You just have to follow the condition. Think you can do that?”

Matty looked up at me, sniffling.

“Yeah,” he said, gulping. “I know I can do it.”

“Then,” I said, lifting him up and scooping him into my arms. “Let’s get to work.”

I plopped him on the bed with ease, much to Matty’s surprise. He gasped, falling onto his stomach, his butt jiggling in the process.

I spread his legs and propped myself up behind him.

“Frank,” Matty said, taking a deep breath. “Just... be gentle okay?”

“Don’t worry, little guy,” I said, palming his ass cheeks. “I’m not gonna fuck you, yet. As much as I’d like to. No, cutie. Believe it or not, I actually want you to enjoy this. So let me make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” Matty said, nodding slowly.

“One minute, stud,” I said, slyly making a jab with my insult.

Now, my experience eating ass isn’t the most profound. But, hey, I had some magic pills to help.

I wish I could eat ass like no other.

“Holy FUCK,” Matty said, practically yelling.

I smiled, swirling my tongue around, smacking his cheeks in the process. I stroked his dick with my free hand, making sure to make my strokes in rhythm with my tongue probing at his ass.

I worked faster, and faster, knowing there was no way Matty could escape this.

It just wasn’t possible. Not with these pills.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matt said, getting anxious. “I can’t cum, Frank, please. Don’t. I can’t...”

“But, baby,” I said, flipping him over onto his back, tweaking his nipples on his now flat chest. “It’s only been what? 30 seconds? If that?”

“It’s,” Matty said, moaning, arching his back. “You’re too fucking good, please, babe.”

“Oh,” I said, spreading his legs again. “At this?” I licked his inner thighs, going back to work on his...

“FUCK,” Matty gasped. “YES! That! Please, no, fuck, Frank. FUCK. Please! I don’t want to be-”

“You’re my twink,” I said, stroking him in between breaths. “You’re mine.”

“No,” Matty said, desperately trying to wait it out. “I’m... I want to be.. back to... normal...”

“Say it,” I said, now pressing my member against his ass. “Say you’re my twink.”

“I’m...” Matty said, moaning. “Ten more seconds...”

“Say it,” I said, lining myself up with his ass.

“Please...” Matty said, yelling as his breath hitched.

“Say you’re my twink,” I said, licking my tongue from the base of his cock to the head.

“I’m your fucking twink, Frank!” Matty said, screaming, busting all over his chest.

He gasped, breathing heavily as I rubbed his cum all over his shrunken torso, making sure to emphasize how small he had become and will be for the foreseeable future.

“Damn, boy,” I said, laying next to him, stroking my dick. “For a little guy, you sure bust a lot of nut.”

“Fuck,” Matty said, squeezing his eyes tight. “I almost had it... I fucking almost had it...”

“Just missed it by a few seconds, really,” I said, shrugging.

“I’m... I’m sorry, Frank,” Matty said, crying for about what felt like the millionth time that night. “I know I was an ass... I’m... There’s nothing I can say that will make it better, but I’m sorry...”

"No,” I said, shaking my head. “There isn’t.”

“Is this... really permanent?” Matty asked, climbing on top of me, straddling my frame.

Fuck, he was so hot this small.

“Honestly,” I said, shrugging. “I don’t know if anything about this is permanent. I guess I have to ask the guy I got this from. But trust me, Matty, I don’t plan on changing us back any time soon even if it isn’t. You better get used to this, for a while. If not forever, cause shit, everything I thought basically came true so, get used to it.”

Matty nodded, softly.

“I figured,” he said, sniffing. “Fuck... I never even imagined I could be this tiny.”

“Me either,” I said, chuckling. “But, wow, am I glad I got to see it. Look how hard you have me.” I pulled my cock back, letting it slap against my solid eight pack. “This is all you, Matty Boy.”

“It honestly fucking hurts to admit that you’re hot as fuck like this, Frank,” Matty said, clenching his fist. “And it hurts even more to admit, everything that’s happened... has been simultaneously horrifying and absolutely fucking mind-blowingly amazing...”

“Wanna go for more?” I said, cocking my eyebrow.

“I don’t think I c-” Matty said.

I wish Matt was always ready for more, and the more sexually active he was, the more submissive and open he would become.

“God fucking damn you and those fucking pills, baby,” Matty said, moaning.

“What do you want me to do, handsome?” I said, once again pulling my dick back and letting it smack against my stomach.

“Fuck me,” Matty said, already positioning himself. “I don’t give a fuck, just do it already. I need you inside me now.”

“With pleasure,” I said, smirking.

And we fucked for hours, Raul.

HOURS.

And honestly, maybe the beginning of this message seemed like I was angry or frustrated with this outcome, but no. I’m so fucking thankful for you.

You’ve changed my life, for the better.

And sorry about all the missed calls, dude... I just need to talk to you when you can. So, get back to me when you can, yeah? The sooner the better, but I’m sure you’re busy... being a model and all

But, man... you gotta let me how long this lasts.

I’m just praying I don’t wake up a skinny dude again tomorrow, cause I can get used to this life with Matty.

And honestly, considering my new twink even slipped and called me “daddy” during our 5th fuck session... I think he could too.

Thank you.

Your new friend,

Frank

#role reversal #height gain #height shrink #cock shrink #cock growth #muscle theft #muscle growth #muscle loss #muscle gain #voice change #bottom #top #top to bottom #bottom to top #twink #reality change #butt growth

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Coachella - Epilogue

“Let’s keep drinking, Raul. It’s too early for us to stop.”

That’s what Carlos said to me as we finished up eating a couple sandwiches from the café in the hotel lobby… three hours ago.

Now, it was just past midnight, and we were neck deep in the booze swimming through our veins. Red cups, liquor bottles and a bucket of ice covered the small table in the corner of the room… our Coachella outfits thrown haphazardly on the floor. At some point, Carlos and I decided we didn’t need our clothes, and our underwear sufficed enough.

I was sprawled out on my bed, grinning like an idiot as I watched Carlos dance in the bathroom doorway. He jutted his hips in and out, twirling occasionally to the music playing through his Bluetooth speaker.

“God, I fucking love synth pop,” Carlos said, clapping his hands together. “Why the fuck did I not give it a chance before?”

“Cause you were too busy being masc as fuck,” I said, laughing.

“Ugh, you’re right,” Carlos said, shaking his head. “Well, better late than never – You’ve shown me the light and I’m never straying from this heavenly sound.”

I chuckled, carefully sitting up so I wouldn’t get a head rush. I inched closer to the edge of the bed, positioning myself in front of the closet mirror.

“Come over here,” I said, patting next to me. “Let’s take more pics – this spot would look so cute.”

Carlos skipped over, plopping beside me. He wrapped his arms around my torso, turning his body to the side.

“Oh hell yeah,” he said, tightening his abs and arching his back. “This is good.”

I pulled out my phone, snapping photos quickly, the twink in both Carlos and I truly shining through. We adjusted our bodies in-between shots, making sure to get the best angles for each picture, showing off different parts of our faces and bodies.

“Perfect,” I said, zooming in frame slightly. “Wait, don’t move. Your jaw line looks great like that.”

Carlos stiffened, pushing his jaw out slightly more to accentuate it in the light.

“There?” he said.

SNAP.

“There,” I said, smiling. I pulled the phone further away from our faces, flipping the camera to the front view for a few selfies. As I readied the camera for the next set, Carlos inched closer to my cheek, giving me a light peck as I took another picture.

I turned to look at Carlos, slightly caught off guard.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe it’s the alcohol, but, truthfully, I’ve wanted to do that since Friday…”

I opened my mouth to speak, placing my hand on Carlos’ small thigh, when he shook his head.

“And I know you’re with Chad,” Carlos said, placing his hand over mine. “And like I said before, I’m not going to interfere with that. I respect you both and you guys are such an inspiration to me since I’ve never really had a long-lasting relationship… I’d just be a liar if I said I didn’t find you attractive, ‘cause I do. In both this body, and my normal body.”

I nodded, smiling softly. Carlos was a beautiful man – there was no denying it. The type of body I loved to have myself, but also didn’t mind in a partner. He was smart, business-savvy, and hilarious. If things were different, and life had us cross paths earlier… if life had played out differently… maybe we could’ve been something.

“I appreciate your honesty, Carlos,” I said, completing my thoughts out loud. “But, I love Chad. And honestly, you’re such a great friend to me that I just wouldn’t want anything to ever get in our way. What we have is perfect. You’re amazing, and I don’t want to ever lose you in my life.”

“I don’t either, Raul,” Carlos said, tearing up slightly. “I’m sorry for that… I just didn’t want to keep that a secret. I’m more than okay with just being your best friend, especially because I know I’ll never find anyone else like you.”

He wrapped his arms back around me, hugging me tightly.

“You’re really the best, Raul,” he said, sniffing quietly.

“You are too, Carlos,” I said, squeezing back.

“Well, you two seem to be getting along great,” a voice said across the room.

Carlos and I turned to the front door, unsurprised to see Diana standing there, puffing on a cigarette.

“Damn, Diana,” Carlos said, rubbing his eyes. “Do you ever knock?”

“Knock?” she said, scoffing. “For what? Dropping in suddenly is much more my brand.”

“You have a point there, Diana,” I said, standing up. “Any updates about the enchantment?”

“Yes, actually,” Diana said, strolling over. “We caught the guy. His trial will begin tomorrow, but I’m sure it’ll be a short one. The amount of evidence the other witches and I gathered should be more than enough to strip him off all his powers; he’s a fool really. He hardly made an attempt to hide his tracks… even worse, he’s friends with the same warlock that caused you and Chad all that fuss last year.”

“Of course he is…” I said, shaking my head.

“Who was the guy who tried setting you up last year, Raul?” Carlos said, crossing his arms. “You never really said.”

“And he can’t,” Diana said, taking a drag. “Even though the warlock’s trial is over and done with, and he was stripped of his powers and sentenced to start his mortal life in a regressed, much smaller body, the magic world forbids anyone naming those sentenced of crimes.”

“Exactly,” I said, sighing. “Let’s just say, it was a shock to both Chad and I when we found out who it was all along. And I’m glad he got what he deserved.”

“Well, he sounds like a dick, and has really shit taste in friends,” Carlos said.

“He was always a terrible warlock anyways,” Diana said, rolling her eyes. “Good riddance.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Thank you for all your help, Diana. Not to push our luck, but did you find out what we can do about the enchantment’s effect on Carlos?”

Carlos walked over to me, grabbing my arm.

“Yes,” Diana said, smiling. “You’ve been given permission from the council to revert Carlos back to his true form.”

“Oh my god,” Carlos said, gripping my bicep. “Thank god!”

“I figured you’d like hearing that,” Diana said. “But, it seems to me that you actually ended up enjoying your time in that body.” She pointed at Carlos with her cigarette, gesturing to his thin form clad in only body-hugging briefs. “So, I guess Raul doesn’t need to change you back.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Carlos said, his voice rising. “Yeah, maybe I ended up liking this body way more than I could have ever imagined, but that does not mean in any shape, way or form that I’m okay with staying like this!”

“Relax, big guy,” I said, laughing. “She’s just teasing you. I can definitely change you back if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, please!” Carlos said, pressing his hands together like he was praying. “I need everything to go back to normal.”

“You two are too much,” Diana said, smirking to herself. “Before I go, though. Raul, the council wanted to inform you that incidents taken against you like this will be scrutinized and punished fully in the future. And, yes, I did say the future. They expect more people to come forward thinking they can get away with their schemes. And, unfortunately, the council still refuses to let me give you, or anyone in your life, protection spells from these occurrences.”

“Great,” I said, shutting my eyes. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

“So something like this could just happen again?” Carlos said, throwing his hands up in the air. “And they won’t do anything to stop that?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Diana said, shaking her head. “In their eyes, it would make it inevitable that Raul will succeed with his end of the arrangement, which is something many individuals on the council still do not want to see fulfilled. Plus, if more people come forward to attack Raul, or any of you, the council sees it more beneficial to punish them accordingly since they’ll be able to weed out the witches and warlocks that shouldn’t have magic to begin with.”

“I guess that makes… some sense,” I said, opening my eyes again. “Annoying as hell, though.”

“That,” Diana said, finishing the end of her cigarette before snuffing it out in her fingers. “I agree with that entirely. I’m sorry, Raul.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, smiling with the right side of my mouth.

“Nevertheless,” Diana said, walking back towards the front door. “I’ll still be here monitoring you and checking in every week to give my reports. And if anything else does happen, I’ll make sure everything is corrected to how they should be. Meaning, if more undesirable transformations or punishments occur, I’ll still need to get the OK for them to be reversed, so don’t go acting on your own accord, Raul.”

“Understood,” I said, saluting. “I won’t let you down, sir.”

“Knock it off with the sarcasm,” Diana said, rolling her eyes. “Before I go tell the council that this arrangement is not working and suggest you and Carlos’ be permanently corrected to live the life of two hyper horny, fem, lithe porn stars with much smaller bodies than what you both currently have.”

“Quit it, Raul,” Carlos said, smacking my chest. “I am not down for that.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, laughing. “Geez, lighten up you two.”

“Have a great night, boys,” Diana said, mocking me with a salute of her own.

“And there she goes,” I said, gesturing to the now empty space where she once stood.

“Is it weird that I think she’s awesome, but also insanely terrifying?” Carlos said, shuddering.

“Nope,” I said. “I feel the exact same way about her.”

Carlos turned to look at me, a huge smile on his face.

“So,” he said, grinning. “Do you think you could do some of your magic and change me back now?”

“Aw, Carlos,” I said, feigning disappointment. “Don’t you wanna stay like this for, I don’t know, another few months?”

“Don’t you even play, Raul,” he said, his smile dropping instantly.

“Okay,” I said, bursting out laughing. “We get it – you want your muscles back.”

“Yes, I absolutely fucking do!” Carlos said, placing his hands on his hips. “This twink is ready to make the jump back to stud-status.”

“You know,” I said, frowning a bit. “I’m actually gonna miss Twink Carlos… we had a pretty great run together. Plus, it was nice to have a friend that was actually around my size for a change.”

“I know,” Carlos said, sighing. “It really was a great day. Plus, I’m gonna miss the extra bit of fame I got from this body… but no amount of money or followers is really worth me not being fully happy with myself.”

“I completely understand,” I said, nodding. “Your career is just starting, anyways. I know you’ll achieve what you want to very soon.”

“I sure hope so,” Carlos said, smiling once again. “I’m just really glad I met you, Raul. Truly the best thing that’s happened to me in a long ass time.”

“I’m glad we met too, best friend,” I said, grinning. “You ready?”

“More than I can even explain,” Carlos said, bringing his arms down to his side. “But… is it gonna hurt?”

“No,” I said. “Maybe feel a little weird… but it won’t hurt. I promise.”

“Okay,” Carlos said, nodding. “I trust you.”

I looked at the boy before me, scanning him from head to toe, mourning silently to myself about the twink that would be no more in just a few moments. I shut my eyes, imagining Carlos’ body returning to the form he had lost, before reopening them.

It first started with his legs. Tiny hairs resurfaced on his skin before blooming out in the light, groomed coat Carlos had sported before. His limbs and torso cracked softly as they began to elongate, stretching out to regain his former 5 foot 11 frame. At this point, he looked like a lanky, gangly kid.

“Damn,” Carlos said, examining his body in the mirror. “This is so fucking crazy.”

Carlos’ mouth dropped slowly when the weight began to pile back on, his muscles growing at an exponential rate. As his thighs reshaped and his arms bulked up, he smiled to himself, flexing occasionally to make sure the muscles were really there again. His chest ballooned in size, redeveloping the deep ridge between each of his pecs. His abs popped out one by one, his core resculpting itself into the power force it deserved to be.

“Almost there, big guy,” I said, feeling my groin stir at bit at the sight of the boy returning to his manly state.

The pouch of Carlos’ brief strained against the girth and length of his returning manhood and balls; the back of his briefs struggling to cover the muscular cheeks as they grew proportionately. Carlos moaned as the facial hair returned to his face, his jaw and cheekbones becoming more prominent once again as he aged back to 25.

“Fuck, Raul,” he said, subconsciously groping his stiffening member. “This… is amazing…”

I smirked to myself as the changes slowly came to a close.

“It’s a trip isn’t?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Hell yeah,” Carlos said, his voice dropping into a rich baritone as the changes finally completed. Feeling confident enough to move his legs, Carlos slowly walked closer to the mirror, readjusting himself to the added weight and height.

“Wow,” he said, running his hands over his face and entire body.

And wow was right – gone was Twink Carlos… Stud Carlos was back in action. I smiled.

Carlos turned to me, beaming with joy.

“I’m back, baby!” he said, shouting. He threw he arms out triumphantly before running over to me. He wrapped his arms around me before lifting me off the ground, spinning us around a few times.

“Fucking A, Carlos,” I said, gasping.

“I’m sorry!” Carlos said, putting me back down. “I’m just really fucking happy. Thank you so much.”

“Any time, buddy,” I said, smirking.

“Uh, but… one more thing,” Carlos said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Sure, what’s up?” I said, cocking my head to one side.

“You think you can change my wardrobe back to normal?” Carlos said, blushing as he gestured towards his crotch.

Looking down, I giggled to myself at the sight: the front of his briefs comically strained against the contents, barely able to keep his package from bursting out. The back of his underwear was so far stretched that the tiny underwear looked closer to a thong than a pair of briefs that had fit perfectly only a couple minutes before.

“Yeah,” I said, still laughing. “I got you.”

Snapping my fingers, Carlos’ suitcase shifted itself into the clothes he felt most comfortable in. The outfit he wore to Coachella earlier, however, simply grew in size to fit Carlos’ muscular build. And, finally, the skimpy briefs sitting on his waist materialized back into the classic blue and white stripped boxer briefs from this morning.

“Whew,” Carlos said, readjusting his bulge. “That’s much better.” He squeezed himself one last time before chuckling to himself. “As douchey as it sounds, I’m definitely glad to have that back to normal. The 4 and half-incher I was sporting earlier today was cute… but I’ll happily take the extra few inches.”

“We get it,” I said, punching Carlos in the shoulder. “You’re a top.”

“Fuck off,” he said, his laughs booming throughout the room. “I’m sure when you get transformed back into your own true body you’re going to say the exact same thing about your junk.”

“Touche,” I said, shrugging. What could I say? I did miss my cock.

Carlos returned his gaze back to the mirror, flexing occasionally as he checked out his body.

“Back to reality, then, I guess,” he said, sighing.

“Yeah,” I said, standing next to him. “It won’t be bad though.”

“I hope not,” Chad said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “At least we still have our meeting with our agents. And I’m only about a 15-minute drive from you and Chad’s place.”

“Exactly,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Plus, if you ever tick me off, I can always get Diana’s permission to revert you back into this guy to teach you a little lesson.” I swiped through the pictures we took in the room just before Diana visited us.

“Oh my god,” Carlos said, looking at the pictures. “You fucking would make sure you had those pictures.”

“Yep,” I said, placing my phone back in the waistband of my briefs. “Memories! And a little blackmail whenever I feel like teasing you.”

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend,” Carlos said, tackling me down to the bed. “Or else I might decide to torture you right now.”

“Touch me and you’ll be begging for a dick in your twink ass in less than 10 seconds,” I said, raising my hand up to snap my fingers.

“Chill, chill, chill,” Carlos said, holding his hands out in front of him while laughing. “I’m just teasing back.”

“Good,” I said, smacking Carlos on the ass. “And you better start saving up your money for the advanced presale. Coachella 2020, baby.”

“Hell, hopefully we both get to come here on sponsorships next year,” Carlos said, laughing.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said, nodding.

God, I just couldn’t wait till next year.

#age progression #muscle growth #height growth #cock growth #bottom to top #jock #reality change #transformation #thefateofdesire

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thefateofdesire · 5 years

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Thanks so much for the love! I really wanted to try to do something a little different with this series & while I’m sure it may not be for everyone, I hope everyone that’s given it a shot has enjoyed it ❤️

Coachella - Day 3 - Continued

“Holy fuck, Raul,” Carlos said, his voice beginning to slur. “I’m such a lightweight now.”

I laughed at my friend, still standing in only his briefs. In his right hand, he held a red plastic cup that previously contained a double shot of vodka – the second we had downed in the past half hour.

“No worries,” I said, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “I’ve been in this body for 4 months now and I’m still not used to how little it takes for me to get drunk.”

“But,” Raul said, walking over to the closet door mirror. “I mean… I’m drunk!” He threw his hands upwards, laughing to himself.

“All right, big guy,” I said, grabbing the red cup from his hand. “In that case, let’s switch to water for now. We have to hurry get ready and head to the festival grounds. We should try to leave by noon.”

“Okay,” Carlos said, nodding. He stared at his reflection, turning his hips so his ass faced the glass. “No offense, but if it were possible for me to top myself… I’d definitely bang this ass.”

I fell down on the bed, covering my mouth to prevent making too much noise.

“Jesus Christ, Carlos,” I said, talking through my hand. “Horny much?”

“What, like you wouldn’t?” he said, turning to look at me.

I stared at him, still chuckling. He had a point. The new Carlos had one of the most fuckable asses I had ever seen. Just round enough to fit into the “bubble butt” category, mixed with the perfect amount of fat, and a bit of muscle. Carlos smacked his right cheek, watching it jiggle.

“Damn,” he said, smacking the other side.

I walked up to the mirror, grabbing his shoulders so we both faced it.

“Dude,” I said, pointing at us. “We legit look like such typical twinks right now: getting drunk in our briefs, talking about sex…”

“Taking pics?” Carlos said, pulling out his phone from his waistband.

We posed together, angling our bodies appropriately, and flexing our muscles just enough to provide extra definition for the ‘gram.

“I’m sure our fans will love these,” Carlos said, prepping the photos for his Instagram story.

“Definitely,” I said, walking over to my backpack to get my outfit for the day.

I hadn’t expected mental changes to be included in the enchantment, but it seemed Carlos was quickly digressing into a stereotypical, airheaded bottom boi. I debated recording any of it as evidence, to show him whenever Diana was able to revert him back to his true body: payback for the tickle storm he inflicted on me earlier that morning.

As I slipped my white floral, lace shirt over my head, Carlos walked over to his suitcase to find something to wear.

“God,” he said, sighing. “I definitely wouldn’t have worn any of this before.”

“Wear the reflective shorts,” I said, stepping into a pair of white denim shorts. “With the matching micro mesh tank top. Now that’s a look.”

Pulling out the garments and laying them on the bed, Carlos turned to me.

“Damn, you’re good at this huh?”

“You already know,” I said, smirking.

As I tucked in my top, my phone began to ring: A FaceTime call from Chad.

“Chad’s calling me,” I said, straightening my shorts.

“Answer it,” Carlos said, still staring at his clothes.

Clicking **ACCEPT** on my phone, I sat down on the edge of my bed.

“Hi, baby,” I said, smiling softly.

“Hey, cutie,” Chad said, sitting at his desk. “Getting ready to head out?”

“Yeah,” I said, flipping the camera around so it showed me in the mirror. “Like the outfit?”

“Oh yeah,” Chad said, whistling. “You look sexy, baby boy.”

“Thank you, beautiful,” I said, flipping the camera back towards me. “Working today?”

“Yeah,” Chad said, sighing. “Just editing photos from this shoot I did yesterday. Oh, speaking of that. Dave called. He said he and Sean talked a bit and were thinking that you and Carlos should plan a meeting for the four of you all to sit down so you guys can discuss your options about working out a project you’d like to collaborate on. All the pictures you guys have been posting together at ‘Chella have the Internet freaking out.”

“Really?” Carlos said, across the room. He was staring down at his junk, pulling at the waistband to stare inside the pouch. He frowned a bit, before sighing and letting the elastic snap against his flat stomach.

“Is that Carlos?” Chad said, his perking up a bit.

“Oh my god,” I said, “Yeah! I forgot you guys haven’t even spoken to each other yet! Carlos, come say hi to Chad!”

Hopping over his bed, Carlos quickly sat next to me, flashing an enthusiastic smile and waving rapidly into the camera.

“Hi, Chad!”

“Hey, man!” Chad said, waving back. “Sorry to interrupt you getting ready.” He gestured to Carlos’, referring to his shirtless torso.

“No worries,” Carlos said, rubbing the back of his head, shyly. “Raul was just helping to pick out my outfit. I’ll be sure to post a full-body ASAP.”

“Yes!” Chad said, smiling. “And when you do, this goes for you too, Raul, you both should use the hashtag #YearOfTheTwink.”

“#YearOfTheTwink?” I said, laughing. “What the heck is that?”

“Hilarious, huh?” Chad said, also laughing. “It started trending yesterday, after a fan-made video edit of all the photos you guys have been posting together went viral. Dave and Sean think you guys should take advantage of it while it’s still hot.”

“Damn, Raul,” Carlos said, nudging my arm. “Every one loves us; the twinks.”

“Ha ha ha,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head, Carlos.”

The three of us laughed, and agreed that, no matter how silly it was, using the hashtag would definitely work in our favor considering how in-demand our festival pictures had been throughout the weekend.

“All right, boys,” Chad said. “I’ll let you both finish getting ready. Please be safe – no more molly, please, Raul?”

“Don’t worry, babe,” I said. “One night was definitely enough for me.” “ Not me!” Carlos said, hopping up from the bed and running towards his clothes. “No promises from this boy!”

“Just take care of each other!” Chad said.

“We will, we will,” I said. “I promise. I’ll text you when we’re leaving and when we get to the festival grounds.”

“Sounds good, baby boy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Chad,” I said, smiling ear to ear.

“I love you too!” Carlos said, yelling from the bathroom.

Chad chuckled before telling Carlos he loved him as well, and hung up.

“Okay, Raul,” Carlos said, strutting out of the bathroom, dramatically. His tank top hugged his light frame in all the right places, accentuating his toned arms and tight core, and the reflective shorts lifted his perky butt just right that my mouth dropped. “I’m gonna pour us one more drink, then let’s take pics, then let’s head for the shuttle.”

“You got it, big guy,” I said, biting my bottom lip.

Guess the fans were right: This was definitely going to be the #YearOfTheTwink.

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Around 6 p.m., Carlos and I had found the best shaded spot we could possibly find to avoid the relentless sun that had been beating down on us. The weather the first two days was tolerable, but today was an absolute scorcher. I lost count how many times we visited the water refill station, and the little electronic fans we had bought in the VIP section were hardly making a difference.

Nevertheless, the day had been amazing so far: Carlos had completely devolved into his inner-bottom queen, sashaying and twirling around the festival grounds. He twerked in the DJ tent, vogued at the Outdoor Stage, and even got on top of a random dude’s shoulders during some Latin artists’ set.

“Fuck, Raul,” Carlos said, leaning his head on my shoulder. “If you would have told me I’d be living my best life looking like this…” He laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe what a blast today has been.”

“I know,” I said, squeezing Carlos’ hand. “You’re taking this transformation really well.”

“See,” Carlos said, sitting up. “It’s honestly a bit of both; I’m having a good time, but I’m also still really upset. But, I don’t know, something is kind of just… compelling me away from that sadness. Like, I just feel like I’m supposed to be super giddy and, well, gay.”

“Yeah,” I said, understanding. “Well, to be honest with you, I think that’s also from the enchantment. Whoever did this, wanted us to be completely oblivious and turn into complete himbos. Luckily, you didn’t finish, so you’re more aware of what’s going on, and I didn’t eat anything at all.”

“Ah,” Carlos said, forcing a smile. “I guess that makes sense…”

Carlos pulled out his phone, scrolling through the dozens of pictures we had taken throughout the day. He smirked, opening a few in a photo-editing app, readying them for future posts, typing “#YearOfTheTwink” in boldface at the bottom of each.

“Let’s head to the bar,” Carlos said, finishing up his edits. “I could really go for a margarita right now.”

“Good idea,” I said, standing up. “We can go to the one we were at yesterday; the one with the dance floor.”

“Yessss,” Carlos said, his attitude perking back up. “Will you dance with me, Raul?”

“Of course, buddy,” I said, smacking his ass. “Race you there!”

I ran from the shade and towards the bar, about a couple hundred feet away. I turned back to look at Carlos, who was muttering under his breath about how I was a cheater and how cheaters never prosper.

We sprinted across the grass, catching the attention from bystanders who mostly all gave us disapproving looks.

“Not so fast, are you, little dude?” Carlos said, now running right by my side.

“Nope,” I said, panting a bit. “Cardio’s never been my thing.”

“Really?” Carlos said, inching a bit in front of me. “Would’ve figured it was… from the hours you spend riding Chad’s dick!”

With that, Carlos burst ahead, jet lining yards in front of me.

“Fuck off!” I said, gasping. “You petty ass bitch!”

I stopped running just outside the ID check, adjacent to the beer garden where our destination was located. I crouched over, resting my palms on my knees.

“That,” I said, attempting to catch my breath. “Was out of pocket.”

“Maybe,” Carlos said, giggling. “You gotta admit, though. It was hilarious!”

Extending his hand out towards me, Carlos helped me up to my feet and we walked into the beer garden. Carlos briefed me about my poor cardio practices, explaining putting my hands behind my head to catch my breath was more effective than crouching over. He also explained how important it was to keep moving even after you finished running.

“I used to be in track,” Carlos said. “I did hurdles, and sprints. Occasionally a long distance event, or relay. But the hurdles were my favorite. I loved gliding over those bars, and sailing to the end. I got a few medals, actually.”

“Damn, look at you, Mr. Athlete,” I said, teasing him.

“Yeah,” Carlos said, scoffing. “The rail thin, bean pole, you mean. No one at my school thought it was impressive. The pole-vaulters, though… that was another story. Those guys might as well been actual gods. It was probably because they had nice arms, and strong legs. The opposite of what I had in high school.”

“Maybe,” I said, shrugging. “And where are they now? Stuck in an office, probably. And you? An international model.”

“Yeah,” Carlos said, smirking at me. “Guess I had the last laugh in the end, huh?”

As we entered the dance floor area, Carlos and I headed directly for the bar. Ordering us a couple vodka shots each, I raised a glass in the air.

“To our friendship, Carlos,” I said. “I wouldn’t have had such an amazing weekend without you.”

Carlos smiled, raising his glass up to mine.

“To my best friend, Raul,” he said. “Whom I am so appreciative I met and would be missing out on so much without.”

I frowned a bit, feeling emotional. We clicked our glasses, and downed our shots. I raised the next glass, and handed

Carlos his second shot in the process.

“To my best friend, Carlos,” I said, matching his toast.

Slurping the vodka down our throats, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Are you Raul Flores?” a man’s voice said.

I turned around, placing the shot glass on the bar counter.

“Yes,” I said, looking at the man before me. “That’s me.”

“Wow, it’s so cool to meet you,” the man, extending his hand. “My name’s Mark. I’m a big fan.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark,” I said, shaking his hand.

Mark continued to smile, resting his arm on the counter. He flexed his bicep, getting closer to my face. He was an attractive man: tan, muscular, and with emerald eyes. He was shirtless, wearing only tight, neon green swim shorts that hugged a sizable package and his thick legs, void of any hair.

“You here with anyone tonight?” Mark asked, grabbing my hand.

“Yeah,” I said, pulling my hand back. “I’m with my best friend.” I grabbed Carlos’ hand, pulling him close to me. “And my boyfriend couldn’t make it to the festival this year.”

“Ah, I see,” Mark said, standing up and shifting his gaze to Carlos. “And what’s your name, cutie?”

“Carlos,” Carlos said, openly checking out Mark from head to toe, resting on his bulge longer than anywhere else.

“Would you like to dance with me, Carlos?” Mark said, coyly.

I turned to look at Carlos, who was already starting to melt into me from being tipsy.

“I’d love to,” Carlos said, pulling me closer to Mark.

“Okay,” I said, taking the hint. “Let’s dance. But could you give Carlos and I just a minute, Mark? We’ll meet you right over there.”

I pointed a few feet away, at the edge of the dance floor. Mark nodded, walking to where I indicated, making sure to steal a few glances back at Carlos in the process.

“You sure you want to dance with him, Carlos?” I said, squeezing his hand. “You feel okay?”

“Yeah, Raul,” Carlos said, nodding. “Tipsy. But I’m good.” He smiled, licking his lips as he stared at Mark, waiting. “Fuck, he’s so hot.”

“Damn,” I said, chuckling. “Your fall from Studly Top to Twinky Bottom happened extremely quick.”

“Fuck off,” Carlos said, letting go off my hand and walking to the dance floor. “Who’s to say I’m a bottom? I can be verse.” He shook his ass to the rhythm of the music as he walked, glancing back at me to make sure I was following him.

“Sure,” I said, shaking my head. “Whatever you say, big guy.”

When we got to Mark, Carlos immediately grabbed his hand, pulling them both into the crowd. I followed suit, starting to gyrate my hips to the deep bass in the music: I bopped my head, and dipped my shoulders side to side, trying to loosen up while keeping Mark and Carlos in my sight.

The dance floor was packed with people who wanted to dance while also avoiding the sweltering heat from outside. Mark pulled Carlos against his hips, grinding against him as they danced back and forth. Carlos pushed himself back into Mark, smiling at me in the process.

Before long, the two were making out as I continued to try to get into the mood. Just when I thought I was getting there, Carlos whispered into my ear:

“Okay, fine,” he said. “You win. Maybe I just want to feel him inside me. Fight me.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, smiling.

“We already know, Carlos,” I said, gesturing to the people dance. “We all do.”

“Shut up!” Carlos said, punching my arm.

“Baby,” Mark said, pulling Carlos’ face to his. He pressed his lips against Carlos, moaning.

Not wanting to be caught staring, I turned my attention to the DJ playing in the booth on the other end of the space. His setup was pretty impressive: a hovering turntable and a stage suspended about 20 feet off the ground. He wore his headphones slanted on top of his head and his hands continued to mix the songs at a rapid pace.

I closed my eyes, finally enjoying the music and letting myself give in to my rhythm.

“Mark,” Carlos said, suddenly.

I opened my eyes, looking over at the two. Mark had his hand on Carlos’ ass, and was pushing their bodies tightly together. Carlos had his hand on Mark’s bare chest; his head pulled back a bit.

“Mark, wait,” Carlos said, repeating himself. “You’re going a little too fast.”

“What do you mean,” Mark said, squeezing Carlos’ butt. “I don’t think we’re going fast enough.”

“Seriously, Mark,” Carlos said, squirming in the larger man’s grasp. “Stop.”

“Aw, c’mon, baby,” Mark said, sneering. “You know you want this, inside this.” Mark placed Carlos’ hand over his swollen groin, while squeezing his free hand on Carlos’ ass.

“Dude,” I said, standing next to Carlos. “He said to stop.”

“Fuck off, Raul,” Mark said, snapping at me and pulling Carlos even closer. “You blew your chance. Go call your boyfriend and mind your own business.”

“Mark,” Carlos said, begging. “Please stop.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Mark said, leaning down to kiss Carlos.

“He said STOP!” I said, yelling.

I snapped my fingers, focusing on Mark. The room grew still as time paused itself around the three of us.

“What’s,” Mark said, stiffening up. “What’s happening? Why can’t I move?”

I removed Mark’s hands from Carlos and pulled my friend away.

“Thank you, Raul,” Carlos said, shivering.

“Of course,” I said, still staring at Mark. “I’m sorry this motherfucker can’t take no for an answer.”

“What did you do to me, you faggot,” Mark said, snarling.

“Just prepping you for what you deserve, asshole,” I said, grabbing Mark’s hands. I placed one over his bulge, and other over his ass.

“I swear guys like you think you can just do whatever you want,” I said, adjusting his hands further, making sure his package was nearly entirely covered by his palm and his back hand was about in the center of his ass. “You think, ‘I have this huge cock, so I can fuck anything I want.’ Well, guess what, Mark? You can’t.”

“What’re you going to do, Raul?” Carlos said, shifting uneasily.

“You’ll see,” I said, grinning to myself.

“Please,” Mark said, realizing the situation he was in. “I’m sorry. I’ll just leave and-“

“And what, Mark?” I said, shaking my head. “Do this to someone else? I don’t think so. I think you need… a little adjustments.”

I took my index and middle finger and pressed gently into the center of each of Mark’s hands before removing them from his body. I let his arms dangle listlessly at his side.

“Please,” Mark said, pleading. “I’ll…”

“Holy shit…” Carlos said, his eyes widening.

“Mhmmm,” I said, covering my mouth as I laughed.

The front of Mark’s shorts began to flatten rapidly, while the seat began to expand at the same rate. The quicker his bulge deflated, the quicker his ass expanded.

“See, Mark,” I said, crossing my arms. “I don’t think you’re a very keen in the topping department. You seem like a hungry bottom to me. Yeah, that’s what you are, huh? Just a hungry, effeminate bottom boi trapped in the body of a muscular, tall, masc man. That’s why your kink is getting fucked by small twinks, isn’t it? You love feeling their small bodies pressed against your fat ass, as you stroke your, what is that? Like, 3 inches?”

Mark gasped as he slowly regained some movement in his body. He yanked his shorts down and yelped as he saw the truth. The 9-inch cock he boasted about for the past 10 years was now a thin, tiny, throbbing rod. He turned around, his eyes widening at his fat, bouncy cheeks, shivering at their newfound sensitivity.

“Noooo,” he said, whining. “Give me back my cock! I’m not some bottom slut; I’m a power top!”

“Not anymore, hot shot,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “If I were you, I’d pull up your shorts before you get kicked out.”

Mark stared at me, helplessly. He pressed his lips against each other before begrudgingly pulling his shorts back over his ass. He shut his eyes tightly feeling the fabric stretch across his backside while the fabric in the front hung loose; not a trace of a mound to be found.

“Enjoy,” I said, snapping my fingers.

Mark’s eyes lit up, as he began to shake his ass behind him.

“Carlos!” he said, gleefully. “Get behind me; I want to feel your dick against me right now.”

Carlos’ mouth dropped, processing the complete 360 Mark was exhibiting at the moment.

“Actually, Mark,” I said, grabbing Carlos’ hand. “I think we’re gonna head out. It’s been a long weekend.”

“Aww, no, you guys!” Mark said, pouting. “We were having so much fun!”

“We were,” I said, nodding. “But, we really should get back to our hotel.”

“Ugh, fine,” Mark said, prancing away. Within seconds, he was already dancing next to a thin man donned in a crop top and short shorts.

“You wanna head out of here?” I said, looking at Carlos.

He stared at me, silently, before nodding slowly.

Carlos and I walked to the nearest exit of the beer garden and headed towards the shuttles. We walked in silence, Carlos refusing to make eye contact with me.

I looked at him, worriedly. Maybe I overdid it a bit with Mark…

As we got closer to the shuttle zone, Carlos turned to me.

“How often do you do that?” he said, softly.

“Transform people?” I asked, nervously.

“Yeah,” he said, looking forward once again.

“To be honest,” I said, sighing, “This weekend is the first time I’ve done anything since the end of last year. Before that, I wasn’t transforming anyone too often. It started with Chad: he was thin too, when we first started dating. He was beautiful. But, like you, he was self-conscious. Always trying to put on weight, never really succeeding. I was head over heels in love with him. I went out on a limb and told him the truth. Well, I showed him the truth, at first. I regressed him back to a time before he started working out…”

“Why would you do that,” Carlos said, squinting at me.

“To show him I didn’t care what he looked like,” I said. “It didn’t matter to me if he was the scrawniest man, the fattest man, the fittest man… nothing like that ever mattered to me when it came to Chad. I loved him. I just wanted to be with him.”

We got into the back of the shuttle line; Carlos still looking at me, uneasy.

“I explained everything to him; my family, my specialty, who I was. I changed him back, and then I asked him what he wanted. I told him I could give him his dream body. So I did, because that’s what he always wanted.”

I sighed, looking at Carlos; his face unreadable.

“He was my first,” I said. “After Chad, I’ve only transformed a handful of people. This weekend has genuinely been the most I’ve ever changed in a small period of time. I don’t do this often. But, like I explained at the hotel…”

“The arrangement,” Carlos said, nodding as he looked down at the ground.

“Exactly,” I said, smiling lightly. “I’m trying to help people, Carlos. I really am.”

I looked behind us, noticing a larger man yelling at a muscular man running away laughing. The larger man was grabbing his shorts, now down at his ankles, attempting to hide his flaccid penis.

“We humans kind of suck, huh,” Carlos said, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I said. “But, watch.”

I rubbed my fingers together, letting the world pause once again; this time, only allowing Carlos and I to be the aware ones.

“Like you,” I said, focusing on the fat dude and the immature jock, “I can’t stand bullies. I can’t stand people who take advantage of others. I can’t stand people who don’t deserve to have the power or authority they clearly shouldn’t have.”

The young jock, wearing his floral button up and jeans, began to inflate. His muscles plumped up with juicy pounds of fat, leaving him looking more like an ex-jock at the untimely age of 23. His toned abs softened into a lazy, un-worked gut, while the tone in his arms and legs vanished until it looked like he hadn’t lifted weights of any kind since he graduated from high school nearly 5 years prior.

“And on the other side of things,” I said, motioning to the larger man, “I sympathize with those who deserve to have the confidence the bullies have, but feel like they can’t have. I root for the underdogs who think they’re too timid. I want to give them the strength they crave, because they’re the people who will make your world a better place.”

The tank top on the fat dude began to loosen up as the fat melted from his body. His legs, previously chubby and largely shapeless, began to tone up, reforming into toned thighs. His 2-inch flaccid prick grew and thickened to an impressive 7 inches soft. His chest developed in a set of healthy pectorals and his arms enlarged to a size greater than what the jock used to sport.

I rubbed my fingers back together, prompting time to move forward again.

“Really, dude?” the muscular man said, yelling at the chubby man running away. He pulled his shorts up, garnering a few whistles from both men and women checking out his cock.

“Are you kidding me, Steve?” the ex-jock’s girlfriend said, smacking him in his pillowy gut. “That’s it. I’m over your immaturity. I thought I could give you the benefit of the doubt; accept you, even without the muscles you had when we graduated. But, no. Now, you’re too insecure to let another man fucking walk around in peace because you’re jealous of his body. We’re through, Steve.”

“Wait!” Steve said, his double chin shaking as his chased after his now ex-girlfriend. “Emily, wait!”

“I know this is a lot to take in,” I said, squeezing Carlos’ hand once more as he stared at the two swapped men, his mouth agape a bit. “But, trust me, Carlos. I’m really just trying to help.”

Carlos stared at the two men a little longer before turning his gaze to me. He sighed, before placing his hands on his hips, smiling.

“I get it, Raul,” he said.

“You do?” I said, slightly surprised.

“I do,” he said, before smacking me on the ass. “You’re right – this is a bit overwhelming. I mean, this morning I was almost 200 pounds for god’s sake, and now I’m nearly a 100 pounds lighter. My dick has shrunk to half its size, and, to be completely blunt with you, I can’t stop thinking about riding someone’s dick, and I’ve never thought that in my entire life.”

I laughed, shaking my head. At least throughout all this, Carlos’ honesty never wavered a bit.

“But I really do get it, Raul,” he said, continuing. “You’re using your powers for the best. And that’s honestly more than I’m sure many others of your kind can say.”

“It is, Carlos,” I said, relieved. “It really is. That’s why all these messy things have been happening to me over the past few months. They all want me to fail and lose everything. They can’t stand seeing me trying to help both our worlds.”

“Well, at least you have Diana helping you,” Carlos said.

“You’re right,” I said, nodding. I wondered if she had made any progress. I decided to give her a call once we got back to the hotel room.

“And you have Chad,” he continued. “And now, me.”

“Yeah?” I said, smiling.

“Of course, little dude,” Carlos said, sticking to the nickname he had given me back on Friday. “What are best friends for if they don’t stick with you, through thick and thin?”

I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him as tightly as I could.

“You’re right, Carlos,” I said, placing my chin on his shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you too.”

A shuttle bus approached shortly after, stopping just a few feet ahead of us.

“C’mon,” Carlos said, motioning to the now open shuttle doors. “Let’s get back to the room and see if Diana found out who fucked up my body.”

“Okay,” I said, chuckling. “It’s not fucked up though. Like I said, you’re hot.”

“All right,” Carlos said, stepping up the shuttle steps. “Maybe I’m starting to like this body. But, you better hope Diana can change me back, or else you’re going to be stuck letting me borrow all your clothes and teaching me how to ride dick for hours on end.”

“Fuck off,” I said, rolling my eyes, heading down the shuttle bus aisle behind Carlos.

“Hey,” Carlos said, throwing his hands in the air as he took a seat. “I’m just saying: You better hope this is reversible.”

I sat down beside Carlos, resting my head on his shoulder.

I really hoped it was too.

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