Chronivac File Case #B650082535N-09

The Chronivac employees monitored their station, looking through various temporal rifts. Sandy was immersed looking for women that would like to become men, and Darren was probing for possible bully victims. He had a penchant for them. All of their spatial tampering was due to the law, that testing must be done rigorously and methodically to ensure quality service to all its customers in their own dimension.

"Shit, it's a slow night."

"I know. I'm putting out all these messages on their primitive Internet and no one believes I'm for real. It's not like we aren't being discreet for a reason!"

"Earthlings are so cynical. Oooh. Wait. I think I got a live one."

"Really?"

"Mm hmm. Asian. Oh he's entering his wishes in our probe. Oh shit, bullied by his brother."

"You really love those!"

"I know. Tonight's my night. Well, really it's his..."

On the other end of the interdimensional rift being monitored by an overeager employee of Chronivac was our friend Adrian, a smallish teenager growing up in typical suburban America.

He was a perfect test subject. I love his skin tone...nice haircut. He was just the right height and weight for us at Chronivac to tamper with. A nice reality change where all his desires could and would become reality...

Adrian was at home trying to do some homework when his brother came home. Alexander had tortured him for years. It was a nightmare to live with him. The bombardment of threats, taunts, and physically being pushed around had driven Adrian to the breaking point. He avoided his brother at all costs, whenever he could, even though they lived in the same house.

"Hey, twirp. Get in here. You have a mess to clean up!"

Alexander was bigger and stronger than Adrian, but not really nearly as athletic as say your average devoted bodybuilder. He was toned but definitely acted like an Alpha male. He pushed his brother around at every opportunity to instill confidence in himself.

"I didn't leave a mess in here," Adrian said, walking into the room. Alexander pounced on him, tripping him forward so he lost his balance.

"Awww, poor Adrian. You should watch where you're going, faggot."

"Don't call me faggot. You're the faggot." Adrian said quietly.

"WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT WAS THAT, FAGGOT?" Alexander rushed him forward to the few clothes he'd left on the couch. "Just for that you are going to clean those and all the clothes that I left in my room. They're on the floor. Go pick them up."

"I'm not doing your laundry. It's yours, you do it."

"I told YOU to do it and you will!" Alexander put him in a headlock. "Say it. Say you're a faggot bitch and you always do what I say!"

"Quit it! Stop! Stop! Fine, I'll do it!"

"Admit what you are, faggot. You're a faggot bitch. You're my faggot bitch."

"I'm your faggot bitch. I always do what you say!"

"See, that was easy, wasn't it?" Alexander laughed at him and left him alone to get red faced.

Shoving the clothes he'd gathered from his brother's room, all the sweat covered gym clothes and disgusting socks, Adrian was filled with anger and loathing. He turned the machine on and moped back to his room.

The rest is the usual. The magical Chronivac prompt arrives and desperate individuals will believe in us whereas most will exit and check for malware. We don't do malware, unless malware includes reducing your enemies in age and size.

"This probably isn't real, but I wish it was," Adrian thought, and he input all of his deepest wishes, pouring forth information for himself, his brother and his best friend Joseph.

He hit the ENTER key. He had asked for a quick transformation over the next half hour for himself, a few hours for Joseph and half an hour for his bully older brother.

He had no IDEA the fun he was in for.

As Alexander watched TV he felt a sudden tiredness and fatigue. Must have been all that running track today, he thought, so proud of his body and full of arrogance. For years he had thrived off of taking away from his brother's confidence so he could somehow absorb it all for himself. Life was so easy when you're in charge, he thought, then decided to take a shower.

While he was in there, he took a long pause in the mirror before stepping into the hot steamy white fog. Did he look...different? No, that was just the steam fogging up the glass of the mirror. He couldn't possibly be shorter. Or thinner. That had to be a trick of the light.

He soaped up and noticed his dick was smaller than usual in the water. Sure there was normal shrinkage but...was it unusually small right now? His skin was losing its tan as well, its luster. And his arms...didn't he just work out? He felt so weak just holding the soap and as he lathered off he could swear he felt...lighter. As if the heft had been taken out of his legs.

He finished up a lengthy shower, and stepped onto the tiles of the bathroom. Everything seemed bigger for some reason. Had his parents redecorated? Was this a joke?

He opened up a window and looked at his arm as it shrank. Yes, shrank! More and more. His once proud legs were not spindly. His chest was almost non existent. His hair had grown.

"What the hell? What the hell happened to me! Holy shit! Is...is that my voice?" He sounded effeminate and petite in comparison to his former self. As the steam cleared and he used a towel to wipe the mirror he looked at his image and screamed.

"No. No no no. It can't be. This can't be happening!" His shrill voice that came out of him seemed totally foreign. What if someone saw him like this? Was this a dream? Was he on drugs? Did someone slip him something?

Meanwhile in Adrian's room, he had been merely going back to surfing the web, looking for some good porn to jack off to. When suddenly he noticed a trophy. A trophy? It was his first bowling trophy. And there were others from when he was a kid. Wait, he never took up sports. Other kids teased him, because they were his brother's friends. Wait, no, he had been the one to tease his brother because he was older than him and way more popular and his brother was always just trying to be like him. It was pretty hilarious and also annoying.

No way. My memories are changing. He went back to the Chronivac screen.

PROCESSING...10 MINUTES REMAINING. 32% completion

He looked at himself in the mirror. He was absolutely shocked. He was taller than the mirror! In fact, he was as tall as the door. "What the fuck! No way! My voice. Is that ME?" It was like he had taken a trip to the genetics factory and they had given him a full makeover. Gone was his bony frame and replacing it was someone much bigger...his jeans were bigger, too. His shoes. He rooted through his closet. Everything was XL. And it was FILLED with sports equipment.

But then that went with all his trophies.

His room was much cooler now. It was filled with bodybuilder posters and any toys had been replaced with manly things. Cologne, condoms, a nicer computer and audio equipment. Some really nice trophy cases.

And the house! The house was his now. He'd bought it from his parents. After his gym, which he'd bought into had really taken off. He was in his 20s now. He had had a very successful weightlifting career. Ever since he scored that first touchdown in football he'd been unstoppable. He'd been a force to be reckoned with at basketball, and okay at soccer. Wrestling had been his favorite sport. He took part in the state championship. Not to mention MMA. MMA had been his LIFE. He taught it now at the gym that he partially owned. But didn't he think it was boring? He scratched his soul patch. He..had facial hair? Oh man of course he did. He was all man. All testosterone and pumped up all the time. Other men looked at him and got the FUCK out of his way! Always had. Especially his little wimp of a brother.

Holy shit, my little brother. My big brother is now my little brother.

"I gotta call Joseph." He dug out his cel phone, a much nicer version of the one he'd had before."Yo man, it's Adrian."

"Yeah, right. Who is this?"

"Man just come over. Seriously, come over right fucking now, dawg." He hung up. Dawg? He didn't use that word. Well he didn't until he started hanging out with all the tough guys he knew that used it. Unlike his little wimp of a brother, always hangin out in the library and shit. And him? He was respected and he could get any man pussy he wanted. He knew a lot of tough guys, biker men, bodybuilders, rugged guys that liked one thing: to be Alphas. Just like him. He walked outside and past a bunch of trees thinking how lucky he was, how proud he was, how fuckin big he was. No man would ever push him around! He had always been the Alpha male of the family.

Someone his brother avoided increasingly over time. God damn did these muscles feel good. He flexed them repeatedly, felt every inch of them. Gently patted down below. Man, he was lucky. Especially now that he owned the house. Holy shit, reality had changed just according to all of my wishes!

Adrian was still aware of the reality where his brother had made his life a living hell. He went outside to meet Joseph, who lived nearby. He was very preppy and had a good attitude.

He was always full of life and had really good self esteem but Adrian's changes were bound to improve even that.He waited a good ten minutes before Joseph's car drove up.

The lumbering man who got out of the car was screaming and cursing.

"Holy shit, look at me! Is that YOU? ADRIAN? Holy shit it's like I remember us being jocks now! You and me were in MMA class together! Holy fuck man, we own a gym together! HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED WE WERE SKINNY KIDS JUST YESTERDAY, MAN!"

Adrian briefly told him about his tampering and what he'd done to his brother. Joseph accepted this because his memories had been changed and he now remembered two realities, which was the only reason he believed him.

The two men entered the house ready to take their prize.

"Hey, faggot! Where are you!" Adrian shouted with his newer, manlier voice.

"Yeah, shrimp. Get out here and meet us. NOW."

A timid creature peeked behind the door of the bathroom. And quickly shut it.

"BITCH I SAID COME OUT OF THAT BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!" Adrian roared. And kicked the door in. He grabbed the now diminutive shrimp pest brother Alexander and lifted him up and walked cockily back outside to show Joseph his prize. "Look who's hiding from us!"

"How did you do this? How am I like this? Why are you two so huge? Why is it I remember being big!?"

"Oh I changed things just a little, shrimp."

"Yeah, we are Alphas now. And you will obey us." Joseph added.

"I made a few changes in you that you should feel by now, like the fact that you are a FAGGOT BITCH who has ALWAYS DONE WHAT I SAID!"

"I...I..." his little bro stuttered.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"I'm SORRY SIR. YOU WILL SAY SIR WHEN YOU TALK TO ME YOU SCUMBAG!"

"I'm sorry, Sir. Why am I dreaming this? This is crazy!"

"Oh you aren't dreaming. And I am really wanting to find out what these bodies can do." Adrian got an evil smile on his face and smacked his brother in the face. His brother crumpled on the floor. "That's for a lifetime of pushing me around. You CUNT. But now things have changed. I'm in charge now. I own this house. Mom and Dad moved far away to some nice retirement spot. I made sure that they had a huge retirement fund. And as for you, you are utterly dependent on me for all of your finances, because you are just some stupid twirp. Say it. Say you're a stupid twirp faggot and you'll always be MY BITCH! SAY IT!"

"No! This is just a nightmare!"

Adrian picked his brother up and slung him over his shoulders. Joseph smiled at him and the two commenced to his bedroom, which was now the master bedroom as he was MASTER of this house.

The house had a ton of weightlifting equipment but Alexander was not allowed to touch it. Only Alpha males were allowed to touch exercise equipment and not faggoty little bitches.

They got to the bedroom and Adrian shoved him onto the bed, which he ran into.

"Say it. SAY IT OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS OUT ONTO THE STREET".

"I'm just a faggot. I'm a faggot twerp." Alexander was shaking.

"AND?"

"And...and I'll always be your bitch." Alexander now had memories coming to him. It was so silly. How could he forget the way he always worshiped his brother, his hero, his dream. And how he had started to smell and lick his dirty laundry, do his chores for him, follow him around everywhere trying feebly to be like him. And then, inexplicably he had fallen in love with his brother, who he began to view as a god. It was Adrian who always protected HIM from bullies, who gave him allowance money and made sure that he kept it secret when Alexander finally saw him naked one day and stared at Adrian's mighty 8 inch dick, thick as a coke can.  And Alexander had smiled the most smug smile ever and ordered Alexander over to touch it, lick it and then finally take the final step of becoming a faggot bitch.

In fact, he had even tattooed the word FAGGOT above his crotch. For Adrian. The word could be seen now.

"Good, you're starting to remember. Now tell me how badly you want my cock, little man."

"So bad..."

"WHAT WAS THAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU BITCH SLAVE!"

"I'm sorry, Master! I crave your cock! Please do me the honor of allowing me the pleasure of sucking you off, Sir. I live to service you! I have always looked up to you! I adore you." Alexander begged.

"Get on your knees." Alexander did so. "Bow at my feet and kiss them." Alexander did so, tasting the sweat and dirt of Adrian's disgusting socks, which he didn't wash very often so that Alexander could sniff them. "Hey I know. Let's see how much stronger than you I am now, bitch. Get up, shitstain."

Little Alex did so. His name was of course never used anymore. Simply Bitch would suffice.

Adrian held him with his hands behind him for a while. Adrian ordered him to try to get loose which he did so to no avail. Then both men took turns pushing him around, making him try to lift weights he couldn't and laughing at him, or holding him up to the wall by his wrists.

"What's the matter. Why aren't you leaving? Why don't you leave?" Joseph asked.

"Because you're stronger than me, you're so much stronger and I'm just a little weakling."

"Yeah you are. You are nothing but a bitch. Now it's time we had some real fun."

Adrian dropped his drawers to reveal his nice new fat 8 inch package. Alex dropped to his knees.

"Beg for the pleasure of my cum. Do it. NOW."

"Please, sir, may I taste your cum? Please allow me to, I only want to be your servant, Sir."

"Get over here. Crawl." Alex did so, and Adrian grabbed him by the head. "Worship me."

"You are so beautiful, every part of you is strong and I just want to bask in your glory, Sir."

"Shut the fuck up. Start licking my balls. Until I tell you to stop." Alex did so until Adrian had a huge, throbbing ten inch erection. Joseph got out a camera and started recording it. "Yeah, you can stop now, faggot. Now get your mouth around that fat big MAN cock. Yeah. Suck on that." He forced his huge cock into the smallish man's mini mouth and started shamelessly facefucking him. He shoved Alex's head down deeper and deeper, choking him until tears swam and his vision blurred and he could only hear his master command him and smell his mighty man scent, feel his pubes scratching his face. "OH MAN I'M SO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOU FAGGOT OH THIS FEELS AWESOME YEAH YEAH DON'T STOP THAT LITTLE MAN!" As if Alex even had a choice in the matter. And then finally so much sperm shot down his throat. Adrian pulled out just enough to fill Alex's mouth with it so he could really taste it. "Swish it around in your mouth and really taste it before swallowing. Keep doing that." Adrian continued cumming while Alex sampled it and held it as long as he could. Finally he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and Adrian came again and again. "Okay faggot. Now it's time for some real dirty work. Joseph here is gonna fuck you while I watch you beg him.

They ordered him on the bed and Joseph got out his own big dick. He didn't warn Alex but he just slapped some cold lube on his asshole and then stuck his raw dick in there. Alex had never had a dick go in his butt before and it hurt like hell. He screamed and screamed and the two Alphas just laughed. It went on like that for hours. "Please fuck me more, Sir!" They took turns. Adrian really enjoyed getting another erection and making out with Alex as he fucked him, the Faggot Bitch was really starting to enjoy it. Soon it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to fuck his little brother's sweet little hole. After a night of endlessly fucking him, degrading him, and tormenting him, they brought him to the bathroom so they could take turns peeing on Alex's face. And made him open his mouth so they could aim inside it. He was drenched in urine and not allowed to wash it off. He only was allowed to towel off and wash his hands, and then the two men gave him a plastic cock lock so he couldn't jack off until they approved of it.

"Go make me some dinner you stupid fucking dimwit." Adrian commanded.

"Yeah, me too. And if we like it we'll give you some and you can eat it on the floor." They watched him and talked as he made them dinner in a frilly pink apron.

"You know what faggot, you are really not that attractive." Joseph told him. "So I convinced Adrian here to return you to your normal body. But you will be our slave bitch. You will cook for us and clean for us. You will be our house boy and our utter servant. You will bow to us and be utterly subservient. Now come over here and beg so that we may arrange this for you."

Alex did so, begging them to return him, with them attaching a collar to him...a dog leash with chain.

"Alright, enough. SHUT UP!" Adrian commanded. "You will wake up tomorrow with your old body. But you will not go back to your old life. Your life is now wholly surrounding taking care of me and Joseph here and obeying our every whim and taking care of every errand we give you. At home your name is nothing but and will always be, Bitch. Do you understand, Faggot?"

"Yes, sir. I understand perfectly."

"Good. Don't wash up. Continue making us dinner and then go straight to bed. You may clean yourself at the end of tomorrow. Then we will take off your penis lock and you can go to your room and jack off over how much more of a man we are than you you pathetic scum." Alex did as he was told, and then he did in fact go to his new, very small room, and jack off to pictures of his brother and Joseph, which were strewn all over the house in all of their athletic glory.

The next day Alex woke up himself...but with one major change. He now had no self esteem. He was simply nothing in comparison to his brother. He only wanted to do what his brother told him to do. He was subservient in every way. He would be human furniture if either of the men wanted to rest their feet on him and he would of course not have any friends of his own, only them. His life was obedience and he liked it that way. He loved wearing nothing at home but his leash, and the leather strap they had him wear when he was doing chores. He soon became very used to the routine of being his brother's servant for life.

We at Chronivac of course detailed our observations and made notes of all of these proceedings for our case files. We can of course change things should they go...too far but so long as participants do not break our contracts with all of their very explicit rules, we feel no need to interfere. Case file end.

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Easy Come, Easy Go : Of Dads and Bros

I had just spent ten mnutes in agony before I could get myself off the floor. My dad and I had been fighting and then he said something funny and before I knew it, my body was crying out in the most pain ever. Wisps of smoke floated out of me and into him. My body became weaker and weaker. All I could do was lie down on the floor and try not to move, just breathe slowly. It was like I was running out of oxygen. My eyes watered. My nose bled slightly. I trembled as I saw my dad had absorbed literally every ounce of muscle from my 21 year old body. I had worked my ass off for four years straight in the gym. And now, somehow, horribly, it was his.

"Yeah, how do you like that, you fatass. Ha! My son is a fatass! How does it feel to be called fat, you stupid cunt?"

I felt my stomach in horror. No. NO! Rolls of fat! I started crying. "How? No!"

"God damn it feels good to have so much muscle! I got real sick of your attitude around here, Ben. So I decided that when you pay me back all the money you owe me, which is equivalent to what I spent on this spell, plus interest, you can buy back your muscle. Or you can just work it off. Should only take you a year or two. Hahahaha! You know what? Let's wrestle for it and if you win I'll just give it back! How does that sound!"

Before I could defend myself my MUCH stronger dad pushed me down and started to pin my arms to the floor.

"What a little sissy. Fat sissy can't even take your old man. Go ahead. Try to get up you lazy faggot!"

"Why are you doing this!" I screamed. "Get off me! Get off of me, asshole!" He just laughed as I lashed underneath him. His grip was so powerful and I couldn't defeat him. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Well get up, fatty. Go look at yourself in the mirror."

I felt like I was in a nightmare.

I walked over to the mirror in the living room with Dad hovering over me all the way.

I picked up the remote control and so did my reflection. I put my hand over my stomach.

A month passed...

Things changed after that. I couldn't seem to lose weight. I only gained it. Every day was torture. It had never been this hard for me to exercise before! All those times I made fun of Dad he was now getting vengeance on me times a hundred. And to make things worse he rubbed it in my face every day. Called me fat and worthless. Dad started to sleep with all these women, bringing them over and banging them in his bedroom, just across from mine so I could hear every scream of pleasure that I wasn't any longer experiencing. Women were no longer turned on by me.  I had become sadder and more depressed. I stopped going to the gym and stayed at home more. I cried myself to sleep often. Dad got all tatted up, saying the ink drove the women nuts over him. I had begun to feel more and more inferior to him the more he pressed it in to me. It was psychological torture. He made me feel like shit because I couldn't lose weight. He flexed his big guns around the house all the time, showing off the lines of the tattoos. And then he admitted to me, one morning after one of his beautiful blonde conquests had left that he had control over my body and the more I worked out over the period of a month, the more muscular HE got! He flexed his enormous guns for me so I could see just how big he'd gotten!

"And I have yet another surprise for you. Hold on to your seats, junior!"

Blurring awful pain. The room spun. I sort of could make out dad's jubilant cries of joy, in and out of earshot.

When I came to, Dad was gone. But I...I had changed again.

There was a note taped to the bathroom mirror. It read:

"Took another fifteen years or so as well. I feel great! Thanks, son. I am having just about the best month ever. If you want to haul your fat ass out of the house and do something useful, catch me down at Gray's Gym."

I didn't want to...but I had to. I had to see how much he'd changed.

I got pretty winded just finding clothes that fit me and getting to my car and driving over there. A couple of teenagers sped past me and I realized that I was now no longer young. I looked at my sad reflection in the gym window and then I walked in and saw...

 

My incredibly buff, twentysomething dad, working with more weight than I could ever lift now. And the manly sweat pouring down his front. It did something to me. 

It made me desire him. Horribly desire him. I felt my pecker rise up and I wondered ashamedly why I was suddenly so turned on. His spotter helped him to his feet.

"Hey big bro!" He hugged me and whispered: "We're bros now. I'm 30 and you're 35 Big Guy." He shot the shit with his new friend, who seemed pretty infatuated with Dad. 

He led me outside and told me to follow him to the park. We needed to have a talk, he said. I sat on a bench with him under a shaded tree and there was no one around. 

"You like what you see, don't ya? I know I do!" Dad kissed one of his biceps. "Course it sure cost me but I figured I'd long stopped caring about teaching you a lesson. No, boy, this is permanent. I LIKE the feeling of bein' younger. And quite frankly, you know, you were always a horrible son? I mean, it was always me me me. You were whiny and your mother gave you everything and spoiled you. Well now she's gone, bless her soul and we're here and I had to sacrifice something for this last spell. Do you want to know what it was? It was our heterosexuality. Yeah, doing this to us made us both gay and that is the price of it and you know I don't mind a bit. Gay guys have a great appreciation for the male form. I think a good man will appreciate these muscles more than any woman ever could. Now I bet you're wondering what you can do in order to get young again. Well, I will tell you what I am going to do. I am going to get you a job somehow, and I am going to set you up so you can earn it back! The witch who did this is very agreeable to it and she will of course do it with interest payments but...eventually you will be able to slim down, maybe get as low as your early twenties. Oh and I will expect you to pull your weight around the house, won't be a problem for you, huh Big Guy?"

I didn't even plead with him. I just shook my head and said I'd do whatever he said. 

"I know you will son. Because you're my bitch now. Say it."

I looked up at him, standing in the sunlight, sweat pouring down his perfect masculine frame. 

"I...you're in charge, Dad."

"And I own you."

"You own me. I'm...your bitch."

"Good. Now come home. I have a few more lessons to teach you about respecting an alpha male in his own home. Let's get your fat ass in gear. I think I'm going to enjoy every minute of this..."

That night we got home and it was like I didn't have the ability to say no to Dad. He turned me on so much I actually WANTED to please him! He uses me in every way possible now. I suck his big, huge dick and worship his muscle pits, his feet, his delicious biceps, and he kisses me when he's in the mood. Of course that doesn't stop him from ordering me around to clean the house and he brings over male conquests now, boy toys that he screws at all hours while I am trying to sleep. None of the boys in town ever want to sleep with me. I'm fat and on top of that, I'm just not that interesting. As more time goes by I realize how deeply I depended on my looks for sex.

One day though, I'll be beautiful and young again. I just have to do everything Dad says. Suck his cock. Get him his beer. Sometimes he brings over guys to humiliate me and cum on my face and gets me to serve them as well, like you would order a butler around. I must call them "sir" even if they're 19 years old.

The witch came over recently for the first time. She seems like a real witch. All she cares about is the money. I have a job now as a security guard so I'm saving up good money for her. I signed the papers today.

"Ah, another chump bites the financial dust," she said as she left. Once I make the final payment, it was decided (by Dad) only then would I have my youth returned. 

The payment plan will only last for three years. That's not a lot of time, I suppose, in the long run.

"Don't worry, son. Easy come, easy go. That's what our witch friend is always saying." And then he skipped out to go for a light run. I love the way he looks when he runs...so graceful. So beautiful. So hot.

Easy come, easy go is right.

Easy Come, Easy Go

Ethan stumbled home. It was all a blur. His giant muscles were gone. All gone. He was a shell of his former self. He had lost everything. No one would ever see him the same way again. He was terrified someone would see him like this. It had been such a strange, surreal. week.

It had, of course, started when he met Ace. Ace was the nickname of Jason, one of his newest clients at the gym. He was a trainer and it was his life. Now he could never even think of going back. He'd have to leave his entire life, he thought. No one will ever believe that I'm me. Jason had been so nice. So unassuming...just some dumb little 16 year old hick.

He had taken him under his wing. He had shown him the ropes. Ace, as he liked to be called, hated his appearance. He wanted to be a real man, he said. Like Ethan.

Well, now he was...in the horrible climax of weeks worth of feeling ill Ethan discovered that a voodoo charm had been placed in his locker. With pieces of his hair. And there were others, hidden all over the gym. The little jackass had been thorough. When he discovered them he went to a friend who knew about this sort of thing. By this time he had already lost 20 pounds, a severe drop for him. He had been wearing long sleeves to avoid it being noticed.

She tried to help him but all she could do was watch as he shrunk...and shrunk. He cried horribly from the pain of it. The last day Ace called and he sounded...different. More assertive. "I know what's happening to you. Come meet me at this place outside the trail around the old quarry..."

He didn't have much choice. He had to find out what was happening to him.

But when he got there, Ace looked...amazing. And he knew. That this was a trap.

"What did you do to me, you little freak?"

"LITTLE? DID YOU JUST CALL ME LITTLE? FUCK YOU, I AM SO SICK OF YOU FUCKING BIG JOCKS TALKING DOWN TO ME! I WAS GONNA MAYBE LET IT SLIDE AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO SUCK BUT NOW I AM SO ANGRY WITH YOU, PUNK!" Ace was insane looking, and he practically frothed at the mouth. Ethan realized his mistake and backed away. Ace grinned with predator looks at his new prey. Suddenly Ethan was filled with fear. It was part of the magic, he understood now. He tried to run for the trees but Ace commanded him. "Stop!"

He had never been more frightened in his life. Ace slowly came around. "Maybe I'll take a few years off you. Make you a little younger while I'm helping myself to all that delicious muscle. Now open up and say "aahhhhh""

He screamed a lot louder than that. Ethan felt Ace's hands pulling all of his strength out of him, weaving the strands of energy from his body. The pain was excruciating for him but as Ace grew taller he was filled with just the opposite emotion: pure exhilaration.

"Jesus, man, even your tattoos are hot. I think I'll...just...help...myself." With each breath Ace took his body expanded. His shirt could barely hold even half of his upper body now. His arms were huge. And he was TALL. Much taller than Ethan now. And twice as wide. His tats appeared on Ace's skin last, and some stubble appeared on the kid's face, and his face took on a more mature look. He now looked like he could be in college. "Oh fuck me! My voice! Hey man, even my voice is deeper! God this feels fucking AMAZING!" The last wisps of muscle energy drew within Ace's big manly frame.

"Well don't look so down, man. You know what they say. Easy come, easy go."

I have nothing now. I have only my memories of what it was like to be so big. I'll have to start a new life. And maybe just maybe, I can find someone who can tell me how to reverse this. I don't know how he did it. I only know that I have to leave, get out of here, and go far away.

MEANWHILE, AT ACE'S HOUSE...

"Aunt Kathy, this is so cool. Thank you so much!"

"Oh you're welcome sweetheart. Such a nice boy and you're so big now! Those bullies won't ever bother you again. Of course we should change your high school. I already made the phone calls and did the paperwork. Don't look at me like that. I don't want you to go out and beat up everyone that bothered you before. You'll be the new big man on campus at your new high school. Everyone will look up to you."

"So what was it that made you choose Ethan, anyway?"

"Oh well, he has a tendency to bed a lot of women and one of them was a close friend's daughter. Poor thing was heartbroken. He's done it before many times. I think I'll go visit him before he does something stupid and tell him he can pay me if he wants me to find someone for him to...well, borrow
a little bit of mass."

"A little? This ain't a little. I feel like a new MAN. I bet I'm bigger than all my teachers, even!"

"And if you want to keep it that way, you'll be nice to those teachers and not try to push them around. AND keep your grades up."

"Okay, okay!"

Aunt Kathy went to Ethan's house and waited for him to trudge home.  Eventually she saw him, defeated looking, frail, a shell of his former self. She couldn't help but smile. Times were tough and a witch had to do what a witch had to do, especially if a witch only knew one spell that she could work really well. This way, she would eventually build up a clientele discreetly, using her connections to find men who wanted to pay for a way to suck the muscle out of an enemy. She would charge for it and become wealthy and say goodbye to all the financial woes she had endured.

"Hello, Ethan." The confused man looked across from her. She explained everything.

"So you want money. How much?"

"A hundred grand. Sell this house and you might be able to cut it. I'll see you later when you're ready to talk business." She left him there, stroking his arms, feeling the arms in his mind he once had. She wondered about it and thought maybe men would pay even more if they were turned into midgets! But no, that's getting ahead. Build the clientele first. Introduce yourself to the right people. Find wealthy patrons, particularly the gays because they loved muscle more than anyone. And she and her nephew would be on the road to money in no time.

Easy come, easy go, she thought.

His Newest Creation

"David! Uh...there you are."
"Yeah. Here I am," David said, nonchalantly.
"Yes, well uh...I found some clothes that might fit you. The T-shirt will be pretty tight and the pants are running pants so uh...you can...wear them." Mr. Bridgeport looked at his creation. When he experimented on his nephew's best friend, he had expected his adjustments to go unnoticed. A few inches. Maybe five pounds of muscle. But then David had sneaked into his house and well, helped himself to the incredible muscle retaining and height improving formula he had created for the army. With a slight acceleration in puberty David now looked to be 20 or older. He couldn't go home to his parents like this! He was only 14.
"It's amazing how much your body retained. What were you eating?"
"Lots of protein powder. It was in your notes. I needed it in order for my body to turn it into the fucking brick house you see before you." He smiled proudly and flexed a bicep.
"Well yes but we have to find a way to get you back to normal or I could be in big trouble."
"Only one who's in trouble is that bully Roger who keeps harassing me. I think I'll say hello to him in the bathroom at school."
"I understand why you want to stay this way, David, but you have to consider the ramifications to your future. Your school will never believe it's you and your parents will kill me. We need to reverse this. I'm just...not sure how, yet. I can take you into the lab. The military brass will be impressed by you no doubt and you'll be the perfect proof my formula works but after that-"
"After that I think I'll go out and get laid. Or maybe I can start now." He stood up and crossed his arms. "You've been lookin at me kind of funny ever since my BIG change. Hey. I'm up here," He grinned, catching the good doctor oogling his pecs. "Nice collection of artwork by the way." David looked around the living room, noticing all the tasteful portraits of men in black and white. "Too bad none of these guys have my SIZE. You like SIZE, don't you, DOCTOR." He flexed his muscles even more, gleefully making his pecs dance and he looked across at Dr. Bridgeport as he sprouted the biggest erection he'd had in months.

"Uh...now David."
"Shut up." David walked across and picked up the doctor into his arms. "We're going upstairs." The doctor looked up into David's face as he was being carried up by his huge man, who kicked the door open forcefully and deposited him on the bed, ripping his shirt off. David pinned him down, his massive frame overshadowing the smaller man.
"So, Doc. How about I face fuck you and you worship me like all those muscle videos you have downstairs."
"Oh my God..." the man whispered. "You saw those?"
"Yeah, doc, I saw those. Man, you're a lot smaller now. And I'm not some wimpy little band geek, am I? I said, AM I?" He twisted the doc's arm a little.
"Call me Jim. Sir."
"Sir? I like that! You know what else I would like? For you to start feelin these huge muscles and telling me how awesome they are."
Jim did so, feeling every inch of his new creation.
"You like that. Like how BIG I am. How HUGE I am. How MUCH BIGGER I am than you, you puny little wimp." He suddenly got off the bed and ordered Jim to stand next to him. He grabbed the doc from behind and locked him in his arms in a headlock. "Shit, I could just about do anything to you. Since I'm bigger that must mean I'm in charge, right?" Jim's erection was so huge now he begged to get his pants off.
"Please, sir, please take my pants off."
David took off the man's pants as he stepped out of them. He pulled the underwear gently down just enough so Jim's massive throbbing dick flopped out.
"Oh man, this is awesome! I'm naked with another man! Fuck yeah!" Jim forgot this hulking beast was still a virgin. Well, not for much longer...
"Alright, JIM. Let's see what you can do. Start suckin on my big dick first. I need a blow job." David took his underwear off and shoved the doc's head down. "Oh my GOD! FUCK this feels good! HOLY SHIT!" He wound up creaming all over his mouth and pulled out so he could see his cum bathe the smaller man's face. "SHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiT! God DAMN! I could go for a few more rounds. And about changing me back? You aren't gonna do that, boy. You'll think of something to tell the military brass. They'll come up with a new identity for me, right?"
"Yes, sir. I'll make sure of it. You were a willing test subject and you will live here with me and I'll..I'll be a good boy."
"Man this is just like my dreams come true. Yeah, boy, you will and I'll be your fucking boss around here. I'm man of this house now. Now get on all fours. It's time I felt like a real man and fucked some ass."
Jim groaned for hours as his new creation took full advantage of their new situation.

The Return of the Madagascar Charm

"Hey man. That really sucks. Sorry."
"Yeah, thanks Johnny. I'll be okay."
"Don't be discouraged, bro. Just keep trying."

My name is Walker and Johnny was trying to make me feel better because today I tried out for football and didn't make it. What I really wanted was to get close to Coach Jimmy Davis. I am completely in love with him. I have to make him realize it somehow. I'm a junior in high school, age 16. And I'm gay, obviously.

A few weeks later, I found myself as the waterboy for the football team. I didn't mind it. I didn't even care for football all that much. I just had to have a shot. I knew Coach was gay because I...sort of followed him online on a few gay sites. His profile was so cute. Nothing that could get him in trouble of course. Very polite, not even a shirtless pic of him! He was careful, but I would see him shirtless before long. I vowed it.

So I asked him if he needed any yard work done. He kind of looked at me suspiciously. Said he didn't, so I asked him if he could teach me more about football so that next year I could have a better chance. His advice was for me to work out continuously all year. He kept avoiding my advances. He was clever, but I was young and hot.

So finally, he told me one day he needed someone to come over and help him chop some wood. He has a pretty nice property with some forested land. I would love nothing more!

I spent all day chopping wood with him, both of us shirtless. I was in heaven. I kept sneaking peeks. After a while I made sure he noticed I was checking him out. As I slurped from my water bottle, I asked him if he needed anything to help him cool down, as I rubbed myself provocatively. He just gruffly told me to come inside with him. And I did, following him like a little puppy dog.

Inside he told me he knew what I was doing, and it wasn't going to work. He was a teacher and he wasn't going to risk his career for a student, and if I was still interested in a few years and I was still in the area I could come calling.

I told him it wasn't fair. I wished I was older but I wasn't. I just wanted him so badly. I confessed all my feelings for him. He just looked at me with a mixture of feelings, like he was sad but he was holding himself back from fucking me with all his might.

For weeks I was despondent. Johnny asked me why I was so depressed. He came over one day and I confessed everything. I was heartbroken and miserable. Johnny was quiet for a real long time before he started talking and shocked me to the core of my bones.

Johnny's aunt was a bruja from some island I'd never heard of in the middle of nowhere. And he said she was really, really old. He brought me to her and it took forever. It was like a job interview. She wanted to know everything. She said she'd loan me a magic charm that would transform me into an older man as long as I wore it. BUT, she said, she wanted something from me for it. I asked her what and well, let's just say, she has a thing for older men...really older men.

I would rather not go into the price I paid for that charm. It was a little handmade rope necklace with a bunch of weird things tied into it. She said the trick was one of the stones was special. It brought an ancient spirit that loved to deceive and metamorph humans. A change demon. It liked to change us because it had no flesh but it enjoyed the rather amazing sex that came with such a device. In other words it liked to watch. This is one voyeuristic demon. I practiced with it a few times. I could make myself older or to look like any other guy, no matter what size.

I think she was from Madagascar or some little island nearby it. Weird story but right after she gave it to me she moved back there. And even weirder, right after she moved, Johnny told me he didn't even HAVE an aunt and he had NO memory of this woman AT ALL.

True story.

But, now that you know how I got my little charm, you can see how it wound up. I raced over to the Coach's house. I told him I had something important I had to share with him. He tried to turn me away but I pleaded with him, just wanted to talk. I came in and I told him everything and he was looking like he was going to throw me out.

"Just watch, Coach. I think you'll like what you see! I can make myself older, just for you!"

I concentrated. I felt my body stretch. I felt myself getting itchier with body hair and facial hair, chest hair...all my clothes became tighter and tighter. His look changed and he backed away a few steps and looked at me in utter shock.

"Holy shit...holy shit holy shit this isn't happening...Walker?" he whispered.

"Yeah, it's me." I said confidently and flexed my newer, bigger muscles. I was now the ripe old age of 37 - his age.

"I can't I can't...this just doesn't happen."

"Here's what's going to happen..." I came up to him and brazenly started making out with him, putting my new big mannish arms around him. He caved in and was putty in my lips.

I pushed him into the bedroom. Our first time together I admitted I had never had sex with another man before so I let him lead. That wouldn't last long! I soon took charge and had him riding on top o my dick and after a while just made him gasp with pleasure as we did everything else.

"That was incredible," he murmured contentedly.

"That was nothing. Just watch this..." I told him, and I made myself into an older daddy stud.

It was his ultimate fantasy, he had told me so when I was fucking him mercilessly.

A few days later...

For days I had progressed as normal 16 year old Walker at school and at night I would become OLDER and HUNKIER me. And Coach sure loved it. But this weekend we were going to play even more.

"Are you ready, sweetie pie?" We had talked about this for days, with him carefully outlining what he wanted to do with me.

"Yeah. Let's do this. Daddy." He nuzzled me and I forcefully kissed him. Then I got my magic little charm and watched him slowly transform before my eyes and I tugged on my dick.

He looked at himself in the mirror, just as the sun came out.

"My God. My God! I'm young! And so hot! Way hotter than I was at this age...oh my God."

"Daddy likes his son nice and hot," I said, wrapping my big masculine arms around my new "son". He moaned and I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom...I fucked him for hours before he begged me to stop so he could catch his breath.

Finally it was time to shower and go out to a nice restaurant. I would drive his car and we, as the plan went, would introduce ourselves thrillingly to everyone that day as father and son.

I got a big thrill out of driving my "son" around. He was hornier than ever! All he kept talking about was getting me alone so he could suck my big daddy cock. All those hormones were swimming around his teen body now and he could sure feel it. Meanwhile I in my confident older testosterone filled mass could wait, because it drove him crazy more and more. I used "my" new credit cards to buy him some fashionable teen skater clothing.

When we got back I fucked him more than ever. It was so hot masquerading around as a father and son. It felt so right! But our weekend eventually ended.

Every chance we have now we turn ourselves into dad and son. He turns younger and I turn into his daddy. He comes to me during school and even calls me daddy, whispering it to me on the field sometimes when no one is in earshot. I always call him son when I'm on the phone with him. He now looks up to me no matter what age I am. It's nice. I have found true love with Jimmy and the minute I turn eighteen, we are both moving together to another part of the nation. We'll live as father and son permanently. He has taught me so much about coaching and I've taught him a lot about taking orders. So when we do move I'll take his identity and he'll take mine. It will work out wonderfully because as it is I live with parents who are desperate to get rid of their gay son. After I convinced them to let me move out early and move in with Coach, (the charm had persuasive hypnotic powers as I discovered in time, otherwise they never would have agreed) I've been living together with him blissfully. If anyone comes to the door, I just age myself so they don't get curious as to why a minor is living with his teacher!

I look forward to our adventures together, my new son and I are definitely going to have fun exploring our "new roles" Wish us luck!

Chronivac Industries presents: Satisfied Customers

Hello, friends.

My name is Carl Jones, Vice President of New Temporal Alternate Realities at Chronivac Industries. As a director of the many subsidiaries that make up our company, many are led to question me concerning the origins of our products. Where do they come from? Why is it that one can never find any website for Chronivac's many products? Why do you operate in a manner of such secrecy? Why is it that no one has heard of you?

The answers are complicated. Chronivac executives founded the company in 1789, not much longer after the founding of what was then the United States of America, but which quickly became known as part of the Autonomous States of Earth, as the world entered a rushed race to meet qualifications for membership in the many world Confederacy of Worlds.

Over our long history, Chronivac has overseen the building of everything from Earth's first interstellar spaceships to engineering away disease, not to mention our patented life saving age deceleration products. Many in the multiverse, that is to say, the thousands of dimensions that exist outside our own, would kill for a chance to participate in our many trials!

So, it occurred to us that testing various products in other dimensions could only serve to benefit the team of psychologists, doctors, and assorted scientists that make up our amazing corporation. Through you, our appreciated customers, we have established the beginnings of a wonderful new relationship. Of course, secrecy is of paramount importance to us. You may have noticed that upon any undue attention to recent transformations, Chronivac products will suddenly disappear. Rest assured, we have not recalled our products due to any hasty decisions. We realize the inconvenience of these instances and offer our sincere apologies for any inconvenience this may have caused.

In the interest of furthering our relationship with our customers, we will be sending a monthly newsletter interviewing satisfied customers who want to share their achievements with you all. This month, we will be talking with two current minors and two current adult males. For the sake of anonymity, we will give them fake names.

First, let's talk with our two boys. Tyler, age 6, and his brother Thomas, age 9.

For our catch up, I caught the boys on a Saturday afternoon, playing on the shore.

CJ: Hello, boys. What are you doing today?
Tyler: Building a sand castle.
Thomas: Yeah, we're just hangin' out. Like we do every Saturday now that we don't have to uh, you know. Go to work.
Tyler: I wanna go play on the inner tube.
Thomas: Alright, we'll do that after we're done talking to this guy.
CJ: Let's start with you, Tyler. How do you like your new status?
Tyler: My what?
Thomas: We brought his uh...ability level to that of an average six year old.
CJ: Did he permit this?
Thomas: Oh yeah! Yeah, he insisted.
CJ: But you still retain your adult sensibilites.
Thomas: (shrugs) Yeah but I don't cause trouble. Unlike some people. (eyes his new brother with a warning glare)
CJ: Tyler, how do you like being a little kid again?
Tyler: I wanna be a grown up! I want to ride a motorcycle! (stomps feet repeatedly making these demands)
Thomas: (through closed teeth) Quiet, shrimp. (to me) Just ignore him. He just gets testy sometimes. Our new dads are real good to us.
CJ: Yes, they have legal authority over you now that you are a minor. So you aren't a qualifier for a Chronivac to use yourself. By using Chronivac you automatically agree to any changes made to you by either yourself or others, and legally your former son is now your guardian. How do you feel about the arrangement currently?
Thomas: It's alright with me. I mean, I was angry at first but the more time that went by, (shrugs). My son wanted to be a grown up, he gets all the pressure that comes with that. Meanwhile, I'm doing great in school and I can avoid all the mistakes I made by redoing things over again.
CJ: So you're glad your son used the machine without your permission?
Thomas: I know it sounds strange but I'm perfectly happy. And Tyler, well, it's really for the best he stays this way. Dad...that is Alex. My former son. He was the one that made all the changes. I mean I agreed vocally to the Chronivac when I first got it but I discounted it as some game or trick. He just beat me to the punch. And he had, well, good reason to be mad at Tyler.
CJ: Was Tyler an abusive parent?
Thomas: I wouldn't say abusive, but...definitely harsh. He took out his belt every now and then.
CJ: On Jeremy.
Thomas: Yeah. Alex and me get along great and always have but Jeremy was always getting yelled at by his dad over here. (looks at Tyler)
Tyler: I used to have a son, wight?
CJ: That's right, Tyler. In fact, let me show you a picture of how you used to look, so our audience at home can get your reaction.

Tyler: Dat's me! Me, I'm the Dad not Jeremy! (begins to cry)
Thomas: Stop it! You're acting like a brat! Do you want me to tell our Dads?
Tyler: (sniffs) N-n-no.
Thomas: Then suck it up. Yeah, we both used to be big men.
CJ: And can you tell our audience what you did for a living?
Thomas: We were both truck drivers. It's how we met and became friends. I later became a handyman.
CJ: And would you describe yourself as happy?
Thomas: Not really. More like stuck in a job I'd come to hate. I always really wanted to go to college to become a scientist.
CJ: Really.
Thomas: My Dad, Alex that is. He says I can do it if I apply myself.
CJ: Would you have described yourself as homophobic before the big change in your life happened?
Thomas: No, I mean...I didn't believe in gay marriage and that has definitely changed. I see my former son and his partner and I get real mad now when people say they don't have a real marriage. But I never had anything against gay people. Tyler here, now that was different.
CJ: Tyler, is that true? Did you not like gay people?
Tyler: My Dad made me into a lil kid.
CJ: Yes...yes I see that. (back to Thomas) So how would you describe Tyler's reaction to finding out his son was gay?
Thomas: Not good. He never really found out until the big change, though. But before he was always yelling at Jeremy for being too girly. Not to dance like a girl or listen to girly music or to do anything that would make him into a faggot. He pretty much hated gays.
CJ: How about now?
Thomas: One of the things the Chronivac did was to erase that part of his mind...he knows some people hate gays but he's never felt that himself.
CJ: On to the subject of willpower. Jeremy was able to make himself and Alex into grown men and you two into little boys. How long did that take?
Thomas: Not long. The matter of a day, in fact. And reality now supports that fact. As far as anyone is concerned I've always been Alex's son and Tyler has always been Jeremy's and we are a family unit now.
CJ: But Tyler only consented to being changed by the Chronivac after the fact, yes?
Thomas: Yes, Jeremy forced him to accept permanent changes.
CJ: Legally we have the right to change Tyler back, but upon reviewing his history we made the decision to keep him as he is. Do you have any problems with that decision yourself?
Thomas: No, it was the right one. He is much better off this way. I can't imagine him going back to the same miserable, angry guy he was before. He'll grow up again and be better off for it.
CJ: Do you mind if I show you a picture of how you used to look?
Thomas: Not at all. (smiles)

CJ: Any regrets?
Thomas: No, none. I'll get there again some day.
CJ: Thank you both for your time.

The next section of our interview will be between the two new fathers in this family, Alex and Jeremy. We'll start with Alex. I caught Alex while he was finishing up a conference call at work.

CJ: Alex, great to meet you.
Alex: Likewise. Please, take a seat.
CJ: Alex, I've just finished interviewing your two boys.
Alex: Light of my life. Couldn't be prouder of those two.
CJ: They both seem to be in excellent health..How about emotionally? How do you think their transition is going?
Alex: Well Tyler sometimes gets a little irate, but we are usually able to calm him down again pretty easily. Honestly he's not missing out on all that much. His life before was a train wreck.
CJ: Yes, in reviewing his case, he did have the legal right to be changed back but we had final say.
Alex: (laughing) And I appreciate your decision!
CJ: You're welcome. But tell me, how about you? How happy are you in comparison to before? You were not the one who made any of the changes, correct?
Alex: That is. It was Jeremy that made the changes.
CJ: He made you into a grown up first to test the machine, correct?
Alex: Yes, I grew right out of my shirt and shorts and shoes in front of his eyes. I still remember the look on his face!
CJ: Describe those first few hours.
Alex: Well I was exploring a whole new world. I got to my dad's closet and put on some of his clothes and the fact they fit me made me just delighted. I was so overjoyed. Then, as I remember, Jeremy went right for it. He made himself a grown up and put in all these abilities for himself. We went down to the beach and all these girls were checking us out. I didn't know he'd made us both gay until I started checking out guys asses!
CJ: How did the rest of that day go?
Alex: We spent the rest of the day together. I fell in love with him that day. I did. The chest of a god, and his eyes sparkling in the light of the setting sun on the beach. He kissed me and I kissed back. I said, we can't stay this way, our dads will kill us. He said, 'you just let me handle that'. We had to sneak into the house. We got to my room and made the changes so that our dads would shrink over the next hour. He went home to watch his dad and I came home to mine.
CJ: Did you regret the decision? Did your dad ever do anything to really deserve it?
Alex: Honestly I thought it would be fun for him. I asked the Chronivac for Dad's hidden desires and found out he often missed being a child. I wanted to help him out. Most cases like this are done for revenge but mine was done out of love.
CJ: But when he initially shrunk...
Alex: Oh, he was terrified. I held him as he was a child again and told him I would take care of him. It took a number of hours for him to calm down. And then...
CJ: Then Jeremy brought Tyler home.
Alex: Yes, we decided rather quickly we should all live in one house. It was safer and our relationship was sealed by it. We moved quickly.
CJ: Do you have any regrets?
Alex: Honestly, I have the abilities now to do a job that I love. Jeremy saw to that. I sometimes miss being a kid again. I'd like to have a weekend here or there where I could just go back but I would be afraid of my boys taking advantage of that.
CJ: It sounds like your former dad has really accepted his new role being your son. How does that make you feel.
Alex: Well, real good. Real good. I love my son. I would do anything for him.
CJ: Thank you so much, Alex.
Alex: Thank you!

For our last interview I accompanied Alex as he came home to his husband, Jeremy.

Jeremy: Hey check it out. Do you think I should make myself taller?
Alex: I think you're plenty tall enough. Any taller and I'll need a step ladder. (the two kiss)
CJ: Jeremy, glad to meet the man of the hour.
Jeremy: Well it's good to be a man, period, Carl.
Alex: Let's go inside. The boys are just helping me get dinner ready.

The scene is peaceful for the next hour as the family prepares their meal and invites me to sit down and break bread with them. Afterwards, the kids go upstairs and the adults talk in the living room. Jeremy offers us all microbrew beers, which I accept.

CJ: In reviewing cases for Chronivac Industries, our agents have to decide which changes would make better permanent scenarios. Most of the time our subjects...er...customers fulfill big fantasies but we ultimately bring things back to "normal" as it were. In your case, we didn't.
Jeremy: (smiling) So did we win the jackpot or what?
CJ: (laughing) It's more like you used the Chronivac to better your reality. We look for that. So it's always a pleasure to see a family succeed as a result of our technology. (both men smile and Jeremy puts his arm around Alex). When you first saw Alex grow up before your eyes, did you know you wanted to be with him romantically?
Jeremy: I knew before that! We were only 11 years old but I had been fantasizing about him. I knew I was gay. For sure.
CJ: You mentioned making yourself taller. Would you care to share why you didn't go more overboard than you did?
Jeremy: Alex convinced me, in the long run. He said bodybuilders who are really huge draw way more attention to themselves. We're both in good shape. We didn't see a need to push it. When the Chronivac disappeared a week had gone by and we had already started our new jobs. So we didn't mind.
CJ: How about those new jobs? And job skills for that matter?
Jeremy: I love it. I love my job. I'm a coach at the local high school. Basketball and baseball and I teach P.E. Love it. Wouldn't trade it for anything. Besides I gave Alex the know how to make enough money to last us for quite some time.
Alex: (laughing) Yeah but I'm adjusting to being a businessman, still. I love how confident I feel. It's a tremendous boon.
Jeremy: Yeah, me too. The confidence is one of the best parts about being a grown up.
CJ: What would you say is your greatest challenge right now?
Alex: Not working too much. I tend to be a workaholic but I have to tell myself I have two boys at home that need me.
Jeremy: For me it would have to be the actual parenting, making sure that my new son doesn't repeat the mistakes he made before. I want him to be a good person.
CJ: Thank you both so much for inviting our readers into your home.
Jeremy and Alex: Our pleasure.

ADDENDUM

After the interviewer from Chronivac left, Jeremy watched him through the blinds.

"Well he thinks we're one big happy family," said Alex.

"We are. All except for little Tyler. Which reminds me..." Big Jeremy pounded up the stairs. "JEREMY! Get your ass out here!"

Jeremy came out, looking at his former son towering above him.

"Yes? Uh, daddy?"

"Good, I'm glad you remembered to call me that, dummy. I found your toys all over the living room earlier." Jeremy grabbed little Tyler's hands. "What did I tell you about that? HUH?"

"I'm sorry, daddy."

"Yeah, you're sorry. You used to yell at me all the time for that? Remember?"

The little boy sniffed. "I'm sorry. But you're my daddy now! Please don't punish me!"

"I won't. If you can beat me at arm wrestling."

"But I can't do that!"

"Sure you can. Come on, tiger. Try to beat your old man." Jeremy invited him downstairs where Alex followed.

"Daddy, help me!" little Tyler turned to Alex for help. Alex just scoffed at him.

"You aren't my kid," he said with his arms crossed, looking away. Tyler nearly cried. He was right. He had no real family. Everything was just terribly wrong because he had been a bad daddy before. Now the tables were turned.

"Now come on, arm wrestle me and if you win you aren't grounded for a week. Come on, you got a good chance. Ready. Go!" Right away Jeremy made it seem like he was trying but that Tyler was winning. Tyler grinned for a while and thought he might win. Then Jeremy quickly finished the game and smirked at his diminutive father. "Oops. Guess you lose." 

"Do you always have to do that?" Alex said, after Tyler had gone upstairs to think about what he'd done.

"I'm strict but fair. Do you want him to turn into some pussy faggot?"

"Very funny." They kissed passionately. "But seriously if the Chronivac people find out, you and I could be in big trouble."

"OH, fine. I'll be nice from now on. No making fun. But I'm not being mean like he was, not even by a fraction."

"Did Carl tell you if we could get access to a Chronivac again?"

"Yeah, he said he could send us another one. I would love nothing better than to have some fun at school."

"But nothing permanent."

"Except Tyler."

"Have you told him that he is set to not age for the next twenty years? That for the next few decades he'll be stuck as a little kid, with no one having any awareness of it? And that we won't age, either? Only Thomas?"

"I thought I'd break it to him over breakfast." The two lovers smiled at each other. They had a great life...all thanks to Chronivac Industries!