Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Myostat Syndrome

"Look at how much I can eat now! It's so cool!"

I was still dumbfounded and in shock by my brother Kenny. He was only ten but already looked twice as old. It all had happened so fast. It was like some kind of fever dream. But the news stories didn't lie. The phenomenon had happened across America. One out of every 100 boys aged between ten and fifteen had caught the mutation, which had been the result of chemical exposure. The government denied that it had tested it on the populace but even the most conservative pundits had been giving over to the popular theory that this was someone in the military playing with our kids lives, and the numbers were increasing. It used to be one in every 500 boys aged 10 to 15. Now it was one in 100. The estimates were that every boy in America would turn into a mini hulk by 2040. That puberty was somehow how a massive overdrive of muscle building meant that someone had figured out a way to toy with myostatin so it could target specifically the muscles of the arms, chest, legs, and torso, but not the major organs, which was always the main concern with lab mice they had tested.

And then Kenny had started to outgrow his clothes and one day he came in and I realized he was an inch taller than he had been a week before. We had him diagnosed. He had the contagion known as Myostat Syndrome. After that you couldn't wipe the grin from his face. Every night at dinner was a new adventure for him. It didn't help that I was underdeveloped, a senior in high school who wasn't openly gay, and as Kenny grew, deeply ashamed of my feelings of inadequacy as I compared myself to him. Kenny grew bolder and bolder, experimenting with weights that dad made him out of bricks and milk jugs full of sand. We couldn't afford a lot but it was all he needed and the doctors told us that it would be the best thing for his body, since the urge to accelerate was going to be very strong over the next few weeks.

"Hey Roger, can you come work out with me today? Dad is gonna be at work all night."

"I don't even know how to lift weights," I said honestly. "I'm studying for my AP chem test, but I'll sit in for a little while if you want."

"Okay," he said. There was no trace of any of the superiority or arrogance other guys my age had experienced with their brothers becoming like Hercules over a few months. There were a few of us, three seniors and two juniors that the school had set up as a support group. We all had each other's numbers and everything, in case of emergency. Bobby Kay had been the one that needed us the most. He was an average guy, one of the few class clowns you can't help but love and I honestly think he could actually make a career out of comedy one day. His brother is the size of a fucking wrestler and beat him up because he "ran off his mouth again". The abuse was so bad he asked the state to make him an emancipated minor, and they did so. He is now living with friends of family in another state. We all came to visit him in the hospital. We understood more than anyone what it was like to live with that fear. Well, except me. Kenny was the model of being nice. When I told him about Bobby he cried his eyes out because he thought I would think he's a monster. Instead I cradled his head in my arms and told him that wasn't true. That he had a choice to be good just like everyone else, and that being big and strong just meant he had to make that choice sooner than most.

A few hours later he showed off to me. He showed me his bricks and his jugs of sand and all of his push up routine that he'd learned. I felt bad we couldn't get him a real gym membership but we were on a limited budget.

"Roger, I know Dad told me about girls and all but...I have a question," he said, after he finished a set. "There were these girls on the way home that yelled that I looked hot. Do you you think I can do grown up stuff now that I look grown up?"

"We have talked about sex with you. So did the doctors. Just because you can doesn't mean you should."

"But I can, like, I can masturbate now. I do it all the time!"

"I don't think...look, I'm your big brother and I think you're a bit young for that. You'll have plenty of time later. It's just, your body is older so it's weirder for you and it's going to be lonely. Girls your age aren't advanced enough to have sex yet but they can't ask you to go ahead into a grade you aren't prepared for's just kind of a mess. You have a grown up body and a ten year old mind."

"Roger, can I ask you something else?"

"Sure, buddy."

"Do you like girls?" Oh god.

"Uh...why do you ask?"

"Cause I went on your computer and you were looking at tumblr and there were all these guys with muscles."

"Oh. Okay. Great. Yes, Kenny I'm gay. Please don't tell Mom and Dad. I'm going to do that but not for a while."

"Why? I don't care. Ellen Degeneres is gay and Mom watches her."

I smiled. "I know. And that's great. It's just it's really personal. I'm...not very good at dating yet. I just got accepted into Notre Dame. That means that no matter what, I can help our family and that has to come first."

"Do you think I look hot?"

"Uh, Kenny, look're my brother. Okay? I am supposed to protect you from bad people and I would be a bad person if I were to look at you that way."

"You're not bad. It's just I know you like looking at me," he said, smiling a bit arrogantly.

"This conversation is over."


The years passed. I came home from college four years later. Kenny had grown up quite a lot at the age of 14.

"What do you think? Do you like my tattoos? Aren't they cool??"

My mother sighed. "You can thank your uncle for that. His friend owns a tattoo shop and did them for free. I wish he had consulted with me first."

"Oh come on, Mom. They look so awesome! I love them so much!"

"I think it was kind of inevitable. Kenny has wanted tattoos ever since he was five. I remember the rub on ones, he was obsessed with them."

"I remember those!" Suddenly he was hugging me and lifting me up in the air. "I'm so glad you're finally home for good!"

"Well, sort of." He was still holding me mid-air. "Uh, could you let me down?"

"Oh, right. Sorry." Par for the course in our family. My loving giant of a 14 year old brother.

"Um, I got a job lined up but it's out of state. I won't be staying too long. Next month I start work at a pharmaceutical company. I'll be sending you guys as much money as I can out of my paycheck."

My brother's look was crestfallen. He went into the backyard without saying a word to me.

"You should go follow him, dear," my mother told me.

In the backyard there was now a huge weight set. Over the years various relatives had donated to make it happen. My brother was doing bicep curls with a few hundred pounds like it was nothing. Meanwhile I was still a hundred thirty pounds soaking wet.

"Hey. Um."

"You can't leave," he huffed. "I decided. You have to stay." He lifted more and more, his gargantuan body moving in line with his lift movements.

"Buddy, I...look..."

"No, you look." He put the weight down. "I miss you! You only come home for holidays and you have this whole exciting life and you're just gonna keep leaving."

"I'm doing this for you guys. Dad is still a security guard. And it's dangerous, he shouldn't even still be doing it. Mom is still breaking her back at the store. You knew from the beginning I had to do whatever it took."

"What if I join the army? They made it so Myostat kids can join early."

"I know they did. We all know why. They're the ones that did this. They want a nation that's healthier to compete with other countries and poor Myostat kids are perfect for recruitment. It's for desperate families. You can do anything with your life!"

"I want to be with you! Can I move in with you?"

"It doesn't work that way."

"Well if I tell Mom and Dad I'm getting a job in your new town they can't stop me and guys here in town already wanted me to do construction but Dad wouldn't let me. I could have done it!"

Fucking labor laws. Myostat kids could now start legally working any job at the age of 13. Of course most of them have to drop out of school to do so...

"Yes, but if you graduate high school you won't be stuck doing manual labor for the rest of your life. I'm saying all this because I love you."

He huffed and looked angry. "Do you like looking at me now? Now that I'm a grownup with huge fucking pecs? Huh?" He walked over to me and made his pecs dance. "You like that, huh?"

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, except I finally had sex and it was awesome."

"Oh God. You are 14. You are not old enough for that!"

"So I should wait like you? You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"This conversation is over..." I began to walk away and he swung me around and kissed me. I tried fighting him.

"I had sex with a guy. He thought I was his age. What do you think of THAT?" He stormed back into the house. I tried to make my boner go down but couldn't.

The next few days were tense. Kenny wouldn't look at me or talk to me. Finally, after the weekend came he knocked on my door.

"Dad says he wants you to take me into town for some new clothes for school."

When we were in my car, he said "You know, if you let me I could drive and no one would know that I'm not supposed to."

"Except for the fact that you don't have a license. And if you get pulled over I would go to jail for letting a minor drive. All Myostat kids are in the system and all they have to do is scan your face."

"Well you just have an answer for everything! Huh!"

Nothing like a sullen hulking monster of a 14 year old who was three times my size. Luckily, my brother had never mistreated me or tried to power trip me. Instead he had developed a crush on me, pardon the pun. And he was either gay or bi.

At the mall, Kenny received a lot of attention from the girls at the clothes shops. He smiled and showed me he had gotten used to it. It was all old hat to him now, and he showed off a muscle or two just for effect.

"He's 14," I said. His smile deflated.

"Ohhhh! Well I'm glad you told me, You know we have a bunch of muscle T's with Disney characters on them over here," she motioned towards a rack. Kenny threw me a look of death. I had just ruined his fun pretending to be an adult spree.

At home that night I heard the clanking of his dumbbells down below my window. He was grunting like an animal and my boner was at full mast. I started watching some porn to relieve the tension when he suddenly came into my room! He closed the door behind him as I got into my pants and quickly zipped.

"Dude, you must be really horny for me. Yup yup yup, not hard to see why, I'm only fucking huge and everything."

"Well I guess it's good that you aren't trying to pummel me. I guess there's that."

"When are you gonna admit it! Admit you think I'm hot!"

"Kenny, I'm your brother and if I do anything with you it's only going to scar you."

"Oh PLEASE Roger, I'm not a baby! I mean look at me!" He threw off his sweaty shirt and flared all his muscles. "You can't tell me you don't want me anymore."

"'re beautiful. But that's not the point." And then he kissed me again. He kept doing that.

"I love you and you love me." He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I want to be inside you. Like I was with the man I met. He had a car and he sucked on my dick in a parking lot."

"That shouldn't turn me on," I whispered. He kissed me some more. He put me on my bed and took off his pants and underwear. He was eight inches. My brother's dick was nearly dwarfing mine.

"Take off your pants." he ordered. I did so. I hated myself for it but I did so. He yanked off my underwear himself. It was like a grown man undressing a child, he was so much bigger than me. He bent me over. "Do I need a condom?"

"No, I've never done anything. But I have some oil. In the backpack, pocket on the right."

"So you do want to have sex after all!" I stood there quivering. What the hell was I doing. We were alone in my room. My parents were out for the evening. He kissed me again and I felt his strength and hardness and wanted him to dominate me. I yearned for it. He slapped me on the ass hard. "Alright, LITTLE bro. I know you're older but you're the little bro here so I'm gonna fuck you now." He put his fingers up my hole and I gasped. I bent over my bed as he explored my anal cavity. "I watched a lot of porn so I know what I'm doing." His freshly oiled monster dick hit my ass crack and then slowly made its way over to my hole. I gasped and nearly cried as he fit it inside, shoving way too hard way too fast!


He slid it in further. I cried.

"Is that good? You like it?"

"Yes, yes yes yes yes, god yes yes YES YES YES!" With every yes he thrust inside me over and over and over.

After an hour he wasn't really tired but I explained my hole was exhausted. So he asked me to suck him off since he had a lot more cum where that came from. He knew what he wanted to do and had especially wanted to do it since a grown man had given him his first blow job.

I didn't want to displease him. Let's just say I didn't have much of a gag reflex and my brother's dick is huge as fuck so I was able to get it in a little bit. He creamed inside my mouth and I swallowed all of it like manna.

He held me in his arms the way a father holds a child. We basked together in the afterglow of what we'd done.

"Can I come live with you now?"

"We would have to talk to Mom and Dad and you would have to enroll in school. But not yet. Wait a few months. Then we'll convince them that living in the city would let you spend time with more Myostat kids. They probably won't go for it."

"They can't say no, I'm a grownup now."

"You look like a grownup. They still have legal rights," I cuddled inside his massive arms. "But even if we have to wait, it's okay. Though maybe you should consider staying. You could fuck every gay guy in the tri county area if you wanted to."

"I only want you, though!"

"Yeah but you'll expand your horizons someday." He kissed me to shut me up. Something told me this was far from over...

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Chronivac Industries Presents: When Things Go Wrong PART 2

Occasionally, there are a few unsatisfied customers that result from either other people owning Chronivacs or from customers making unspecific changes in their lives. Chronivac Industries does not take any liability for certain situations such as damaged Chronivac units or usage of other users that keep your awareness of the changes you have undergone. We do, however, have certain legal limitations such as the forced use of turning someone into an inanimate object or full on animal with reduced life expectancy being banned. Apart from that, we urge Chronivac users caution and here are a few stories that indicate precisely why...

Frank used to be a player in every sense of the word. He would go out to casinos, be a big spender, buy some hookers and fuck them senseless. On top of this, he also had three girlfriends. Frank was quite the stud, and he had a lot of energy for a lot of women. He juggled them around, and led them along. He liked to talk down to them, oogle them in public like a jerk. He was the kind of guy that liked to pat waitresses on the ass as much as he could get away with it. He often catcalled women who were working in bars, strip clubs and of course while gambling. He was a good ol' boy, a real man's man.

Of course one of his girlfriends found out the truth and tracked down the others. One of them had a certain device I'm sure you're all familiar with.

"Oh, baby, the way you deal those cards." the new Sarah puffed a cigar. She was now a he of course, the one in the middle, and calls himself Ray now. The others were Trisha and Kat, but they are now Trey (left) and Kevin (right).

"Yeah, sweetie," said Kevin. "You sure look good tonight, doesn't she boys?"

"Sure does," said Trey. "I could eat you up, girl."

"Alright, I've been like this for two whole days. You've made your point. I get it. I've learned my lesson. Can you guys please turn me back now? I'm supposed to make a presentation to the board tomorrow."

"The only presentation we wanna see is you spreading your legs, sweetheart," Ray said, blowing cigar smoke. When Ray had been Sarah, she had always resented men but now that she was one she was loving it. She had programmed them all to be alpha males. They all had professional careers, nice cars, and loved cigars and scotch. She was now a he, and he was the embodiment of power. Francine, on the other hand, was now just another casino employee. They were holding a private game for the time being.

"Yeah, speaking of spreading your legs, why dontcha, honey." Kevin said, also blowing smoke. "How bout you let all three of us fuck you before we even consider turning you back.

"I ramped her libido up just now. She won't be able to resist a real man!" Ray said, arching an eyebrow and smiling devilishly. Francine felt flushed and suddenly couldn't control her own sexual urges. She started to take off her clothes. Ray came around the table and helped himself to the goods. He rubbed Frank's new tits and as Francine she whimpered. He put her up against the wall and told her to shut up while he took out his brand new cock and slid it in. All three of them took turns fucking her against the wall until she was a quivering mess.

"Now, sweetheart, you don't want to go back to bein' a man. Bein' a man is hard work, you know? You should let me and the boys take care of you from now on..." Ray said in his husky new voice, reveling in being the one who could fuck his way through life. Francine just nodded in assent and the boys looked at each other knowingly.

But Francine wouldn't be too happy two weeks later when she got the prognosis that she was not pregnant and none of the boys answered her phone calls after that. Occasionally one of them would come by and throw her a few extra dollars for a good time, but apart from that she was pretty much on her own, perpetually horny and about to give birth in mere months...and none too happy for it. She begged to be turned back to no avail. Hell hath no fury like a woman who has become a man who has been scorned.

Elder Levi Smith and Elder Oscar Jimenez were two local Mormon missionaries. They often talked to a gay man outside his house as they were located just across the street from him. They were always friendly, but he was a Chronivac user who wanted to change them ever so slightly.

He invited them over and set the Chronivac to watch the changes.

As I served them some lemonade, Elder Smith was sweating profusely.

"Thanks, sir. That's very refreshing."

"Yes," Elder Jimenez said. "We'd like to talk to you very much about your life."

So I told them I was quite happy with my life, especially my gay lovers. They argued that maybe something happened to me along my childhood or teen years that made me gay.

"No, I don't think it did. But hey, maybe something will make you guys gay at some point, too." Elder Smith suppressed a laugh.

"I don't think that's going to happen. Don't you think that there is also a satisfaction in knowing that you are fulfilling God's plan?" Elder Smith asked. "Is it hot in here?"

"What's up with these shirts? These nameplates are lame."

"Dude, we aren't allowed to say that."

"You don't have to keep it on for my behalf," I said, smiling.

"I can't take it. I can't stand this shirt." He took it off and he stretched his muscles. Elder Smith was horrified.

"I assure you this is not normal. Something must be fuckin' wrong with him. Pardon my language. I fuckin' guess." He frowned.

"Would either of you gentlemen like a nice cold beer?"

"Fuck yah, bro. Give me a beer, man." Elder Jimenez watched his arms pump as his skin lightened and a black punk shirt and jacket appeared on him, and his pants changed to jeans. Elder Tate had been watching this, not realizing he was changing as well, and as I handed each of them a beer, they drank without even considering that Mormons were never allowed to drink alcohol.

"Good beer, man, thanks."

"What were we talking about?" Jimenez said, as he changed to a man named Oscar James.

"We were talking about you two hooking up."

The former elder Levi frowned. "Yeah, we did. You should see his ass, man. God, you got a sweet boy pussy."

"I do," Oscar smiled proudly.

"You guys should come by Friday, I'm having an orgy party here."

"FUCK yeah," said Levi, rubbing his crotch. I'd amped both of them up to extremely horny levels.

"Let's fucking get a preview man," Oscar took a swig and dropped his jeans for me to plunge my dick inside his willing virgin ass.

This is Oscar. The man who did this to us gave us full awareness right after a week of almost non stop orgies. He made it so we're not only gay, but we can't get enough sex. We do it for money all the time and we just signed a deal to make gay porn movies. On the inside I'm horrified. But my body loves sex and swearing, beer, and cum. I act like a totally different man on the outside but I retain all my memories. My advice is not to piss off anyone with a Chronivac. I wish I'd minded my own business. Both of us are sex maniacs now. And even if I wanted to start a new career, I'm so entrenched in the gay porn lifestyle I can barely think about anything other than going to work to get plowed every day!

My name was Charles Davis Eckridge III, and I was flying in my private jet with my bodyguard, Stephen. He was asking me about my itinerary and noticed that I had made no attempts to go to the gym lately.

"The gym is boring," I replied. "I have money. I can pay you to go to the gym."

"Right, boss. Just one question. If you could trade being rich for a huge, bodybuilder body for just one day instantaneously, would you do it?

"For just one day? Hmm. I suppose I would be curious as to what that's like, sure. But let's face it, I have the brains to carry me across the world and do business deals that most people can't dream of, so it's a good trade off, don't you think?

"I suppose."

"Still. I do sometimes wish my life were more exciting. I mean when you're rich, you're always safe. Sometimes I wish I could trade places with someone, like you for instance, but I can't ever do that. I mean all the obligations I have and all the focus, most people just couldn't handle it. I guess I'm going to take a little nap. I'll see you when we land."

"Sure thing boss, enjoy the trip." He smiled knowingly. After a plane and taxi ride, I got to the bathroom in the very fancy hotel I was staying in and noticed I had developed an automatic tan. Strange. Normally I don't tan. I was pale as could be while on the plane.

"How very odd," I said, lilting my own voice strangely. I frowned.

"Stanley? Where are you?"

"I'm right here, boss."

"I think there might be something wrong with my voice. I'm talking like I am from some other country. Listen to me! It's a...some kind of accent! This is most strange. Ring a doctor for me, could you be doing this?" I frowned. My English sounded so strange. "And this shirt doesn't fit, you must have been picking one out that is too small for me!" I was indignant and was now unable to take the shirt off. I watched at Stanley shrunk. "Oh my God, you are shrinking!"

"Oh no, my friend, you are growing. Why don't you go look for yourself!"

But first I had to tear off my shirt. It was so tight it was killing me! I was getting desperate so I tore at the fabric. It came apart bit by bit. I was almost in tears. It was so tight I couldn't just even yank it off. I unbuttoned it and tore off one arm and then another and then shook off the remnants. I stared in the mirror at a HUGE monster of a man, bronzing before my eyes, the shade of tan growing darker until it was copper.

"How is this even possible?" I spoke in a complete Indian accent.

"You're just adjusting to your new reality." Stanley came in. "Now, get my bags, boy."

"Boy? I am no one's boy!" A mustache thick as could be sprung out from under my lips in seconds.

"No, sorry. You're all man," He rubbed his hand appreciatively along my pec, which was like a slab of beef now. I made my pecs dance one at a time.

"This cannot be happening!"

"It is, and you look hotter than hell! Now get my bags. I'm the billionaire now, and you're my trusted manservant bodybuilder butler and bodyguard.

I knew suddenly that he was right. I went and got his bags and started to unpack for him. Mr. Stanley rubbed my back as I did so. "As soon as you're finished with that meet me in the bedroom for a nice cocksucking."

I had never been gay a day in my life but now I wanted nothing more than to swallow my former bodyguard's cum!
rich white into Indian

Later, that day, at the contest, I showed off how massive I was. People took photographs of my massive frame. All day long men threw themselves at me left and right. I felt so in charge. I felt far more superior and manly and in control than I ever had been before.

"What do you think of this, Mr. Stanley?"

"Well I think my big boy deserves to win, you are a walking wet dream after all."

"Mr. Stanley, I have enjoyed this day so much, being so amazingly muscular and to have men drool over me. But you did this and I do not know how. But can you change me back now? I mean, to being rich."

He just laughed. "Oh, no, didn't I tell you? This is forever. I want you to be happy, Pravi."

"Pravi? Oh, yes. That is my name."

"Now be sure you run my bath upstairs. I'll be up in a bit to make sure that you are ready for me to fuck, got knows I've earned it after all those years of taking care of your spoiled ass..."

These days I am very busy, not flying around the world making deals but accompanying Mr. Stanley as he does so, and I always wish he would give me back the power and control I used to have. Still, I suppose it is a fair trade because my powerful body is a dick magnet and men all over the world throw themselves at me. But I can't survive without Mr. Stanley's income, and he loves me so much I don't really want to leave. But I miss being the one in charge, making the decisions, being able to do really whatever I want with untold did he do it?? How could he have changed reality?

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Nathan Becomes a Father

My name is Bailey now but it used to be Nathan. I was only 9 years old but now I'm a big grown up and I can smoke cigars because I'm a man! Not like Bailey. He's just a little boy now. Mmm. I like cigars a lot. I'm a big shot producer and today I approved a movie and the other movies I'm overseeing are going to make lots of money. Bailey was only a screenwriter but when I got the Spells R Us wizard to help me I got all of Bailey's knowledge and then I wished to be in charge so now I'm the boss of the company and I get to tell everyone what to do! I even got all the know how so I sound very adult when I talk to OTHER grown ups! It's very cool and I like being a grown up very much.

Mommy, I mean, Erica was living with me in my new mansion. I didn't want her to be mad because I didn't want to be with her so I wished that she wouldn't want to have sex with me, but I hadn't had sex yet and I was wondering what it was like. Now that I was a grown up and driving a car and getting money and smoking cigars I should have sex. I jacked off my big new dick (it feels so cool I can say that word I was not allowed to say it before) all the time but I keep hearing sex is way better. Mommy, I mean Erica wanted to meet me in the park to tell me something very important so I cancelled a meeting.

I still can't believe I'm taller than her now! 

"Bailey, how are you?"

"I'm good, babe." 

"Bailey, I know we haven't had sex in a while, but I'm late."

"Late for what?"

"Sweetheart, what I'm trying to say is that I'm pregnant. It's confirmed. It's yours. I'm a month in."


"Are you mad? I know we haven't had sex in weeks and I don't know why I don't want to..."

"Oh. Would that make you happy, Mommy?"

"What? Oh, that's so sweet! So you're happy about this?"

"Babe, of course. In fact...I wish you did want to have sex again." I smiled. I wanted Mommy to be happy.

 "Oh, Bailey! Thank you! I love you! You're the best boyfriend! I love you so much!" 

"'re welcome, honey." I was so nervous now. I wasn't sure how to act even though I could act like a grown up. I had Bailey's voice and knowledge but I'm still me inside.

Wow! Oh! 

Mommy kissed me! Hey, this is good. I like this. Mmmmmm. 

"Oh, Mommy," I said. 

"Bailey, let's go home and make love right now!"

"Okay! I can't wait to have sex! I bet it's fun..."

So I took Mommy home and I parked the car. I feel so manly. Bailey...he's in my body now. He was home and so I greeted him. 

"Hello, Nathan. How was your day, sweetheart?"

"Oh. It was good. Can I watch television, Bailey? Please?"

"Did you do your homework yet, boy?"

"I can do it while I watch."

"Well, okay. But make sure that you do it or I'll revoke your TV privilege. Alright...son?"

Bailey in my body smiled. I keep thinking of him as Bailey but I'm Bailey now. He's Nathan.

So I took Erica, who was my mother before, upstairs into the bedroom. I was so nervous. But my dick sure wasn't! It knew right what to do!

"I'm the man of the house, now." I said, trying to sound confident. 

"Oh, yes you are." She took my dick and guided me toward the bed. She took all her clothes off. I was going to fuck my mother! I didn't care I was in Bailey's body and I WAS Bailey now! I was gentle with her as I slid my dick inside and then it was like WHOA it felt SO GOOD! I was not prepared for how good it felt. I moaned instantly. It was like amazing. I got so so hard I started thrusting and moaning and squirted inside her. 

"I'm going to be a daddy! This is so awesome!"

"I'm so glad you think so!" 

I told Bailey that I was going to have a baby with Mommy. I also asked her to marry me so we could all be a family. I was a real man now and not a little boy and wanted to make her and my new son very happy. The new Nathan got a weird look in his eye and then he smiled because I made a wish for him to be happy being me and then he hugged me. 

"I'm gonna take good care of you, buddy." Erica left the room to go get a camera. "And I had a lot of fun with Mommy, too."

"Nathan...I mean...Bailey, you shouldn't tell me that. You're me now, remember?"

"Yeah, you're right...son. I guess it's still going to take time to get used to." I gave him a big hug.

So that's the end of my story I guess. I have the power to switch other dads and sons and I am only gonna do it with the ones that need to learn a lesson. I think I'm gonna really like being Bailey and answering only to that name from now on. And as a matter of business, I just approved a new remake of "Vice Versa", a classic 80s film about a father and son that swap bodies! I am thinking of casting. Maybe Chris Pratt as the dad. Anyway, it's going to be a lot of work so I have to go. Make sure I don't catch you being a bad daddy or you might have to wear your son's clothes to school the next day!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Living It Up

"There's my sweet little wife."

"Hi, MOM."

"Did you do everything on your chore list, sweetie?"

"No, I haven't."

"Oh? Well you don't get an allowance from me until you do," Sheila said sternly inside my body.

"You cannot keep doing this. You don't know how to do my job. If you keep going to work, you'll get me fired!"

"Oh, really, HONEY? Because the boss said I was doing a great job. See, it's funny, I used to manage at a similar job when the kids were younger but I never made this kind of money or got promoted this far. Even though I can do the work. So, uh, no offense but I think I can handle things at the company just fine. Now why don't you go and run over to the store and pick up some beer. You know the kind I like, the dark ale."

"You. You can't keep doing this. I can't live like this," I pleaded. "I can't live as a woman."

"Oh, sweetie," he cooed. He got up and blew smoke and then reached over my face with his stubbly, sandpapery face and rubbed mine, pecking me on the lips. "We've only just begun, sweetie. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a whole new woman." He grabbed my perky ass and gave a little squeeze. I felt so humiliated! My daughter though, she was just as bad. She was in her brother's body, just having the time of her life.

"And you. What did your brother ever do to deserve this. He's now a...waitress. He has to endure getting called all sorts of names and having his ass grabbed!"

"Oh but it was okay for me to have that job? Fuck him! He was a male chauvanist pig! Besides, I like the whole cigar smoking jock body thing way more! I fucked my first boy in this body and it was great. I think Jason will make a great gay man."

"And I'm very proud of my gay son," my wife said, smiling with my handsome face. "Now, muffin, be a good girl and go home and get dinner ready. The boy and I are gonna stick around and watch the game a little more. You know I never liked sports before but being in this body...oooh, fuck I dunno. I just seems more interesting."

"Fuck yeah! It feels great having testosterone. I feel a lot more confident and sports are fucking great. And I love my job at the warehouse. I'm one of the guys now and I finally get some respect!"

"Look, it's not my fault we live in a world where men get breaks but you can't make me be a woman. It's unnatural. And I think-" Suddenly my new wife's manly face was shoving his tongue down my throat. "Oh, baby, you're not here to think. Now go home and make dinner or you don't get an allowance this week. Atta girl!" He slapped me on the ass and I walked fast and he and my daughter simply laughed.

"There she goes. My gal."

My cheeks burned as I walked home while my daughter and wife were living it up. It burned me with shame to want my old body so badly. I wanted him inside me! I mean her! I mean...this was so confusing! Last night I'd refused his advances. He wanted to explore HIS new body and he was so irresistible. I'm not made of stone. Hell, I'm 110 pounds soaking wet now! He was so strong and I felt so in awe as he was in control of me. I was beginning to think like a woman! I craved dick now! It was insane. I wondered why my daughter was having sex with men. I wondered if Jason was actually gay and just didn't tell me. Either way it didn't matter. I was stuck this way until Sheila changed her mind...if she ever changed her mind.


"So, I was thinking of staying like this a week at first, uh, son," Sheila said, in her husband Dave's body. They finished their cigars.

"I know but I wanna fucking stay! Being a boy is way better! I'm stronger and it's just fucking great, I don't want to go back to the restaurant. I know Jason hates being me but I do not give a shit."

"You make a good man, I must say. And so do I. I think we should break it to them tonight. Right after I screw my new wife and give her what she's craving." The new Dave patted his crotch.

"Mmmm, she'll come around. Maybe what she needs is to have another baby to remind her who the real man of the house is."

The two new men smiled and enjoyed the rest of their lives as men very much.

Monday, August 24, 2015

We Found an Age Ray

" do I look?"

"Oh, geez. Oh, man. I dunno. Old?"

"I'm like a high school kid's age, right Jayce?"

"I dunno. I mean, it was on a three year setting. How many times did you use it?"

"Uh...four. I think. It was on two years at first. So...two plus two plus three plus three means I'm 20 years old now. Wow. Hey, do you think I should use it again? Maybe I can grow a beard, dude!"

"No! You need to de-age yourself. My parents are coming home soon!"

"Dude, I wanna stay like this!"

"Where would you even live? You're like huge now! We have a math test tomorrow!"

"Uh, well I can't go in like this. Oh well, guess I can't go!" Billy smiled.

"Okay okay. Look. You can grow up on weekends. How's that? We are only 12, dude. My dad will know I used the age ray. I'm not even supposed to know about it. I broke into his stuff in the basement. I wasn't supposed to be down there."

"Dude, just let me walk around for a while. I can come back tonight and you can make me a kid again then, or whatever. PLEASE? Please please please please?" It was really weird to see a 20 year old acting so immature. A 20 year old who was only in 5th grade.

"Okay, look. Maybe. I dunno."

"Dude, you should be a grown up, too. It's awesome. Hit me a few more times. I wanna be 26! Come on!"

"I...okay, fine. But only for today."

"Thanks, Jayce." I zapped him twice and watched my best friend grow even more muscular and hairy. He grew a beard, just like he wanted. "This is SO cool. Oh uh...can I have one of your dad's shirts?"

"Oh uh...sure." I got up to go to my dad's room to grab one. A burst of light hit me and I couldn't see all of a sudden.

"What the heck, dude? Oh my..hey. My voice! Ow, my clothes ow ow ow!" I took off my tiny shorts. Oh no. I looked down at my now hairy legs and looked at hairy arms.

"Now you're an adult like me!"

I stared at myself in shock. I'd read the instructions and I tried to show off to Billy when he came over but I hadn't used the raygun on myself. I just wanted Billy to like me more. I really liked him. He was one of the coolest kids ever. Well, not anymore. I mean he was cool but not a kid.

"Uh I uh...oh man I should put some pants on. My voice is so deep! It's crazy." I rubbed my stubble...I had stubble now!!

We both put on some of my dad's clothes.

"I feel weird. Do you feel weird?"

"What do you mean?"

He hugged me. "You are such a spaz. You're my best friend! This is the greatest present anyone ever gave me!"

I don't know why but I put my hand on his beard and started to feel it and looked at his big puppy dog eyes. "Um...Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay. Do you think I look good?"

"Yesh. You look real good."

"I think you look good, too. You look very handsome."

"Well uh..."I rubbed myself down where my penis was and saw a huge bulge.

"I didn't even look at my penis. Whoa!" Billy whipped his out. "It's huge! Look!"

"Yeah mine is real big, too."

Before we knew it we were daring each other to do things. I held his penis and he held mine and we both got real excited.

"Can you kiss it? My brother says his girlfriend does that."

"Well I'm not a girl!"

"But I like you and you like me, right? We should play grown ups. Since we are grown ups. I mean, we should act just like grown ups do." Billy smiled and rubbed his beard. He had a beard now!

He kissed me. "I think I'm gay."

"I think I'm gay, too."

"Quick, let's look up how to be grown ups on the Internet!" Billy went over to his computer and typed some things in. "Oh, gross! But cool. Hey, can you do this to me, Jayce?"

Minutes later I was sucking Billy's cock in my mouth.

"Oh that feels so good! Keep doing that! Oh man! Oh man! This feels unbelievable! You're the best friend I ever had! Oh god! Keep going! Please! Yes!"

After a while my mouth filled with the white stuff that's inside boys dicks. We saw guys squirting it and its like pee but it's the stuff that makes babies. I saw guys sucking it and drinking it on the Internet that Billy showed me and I had heard big kids use the word "cum" before and I guess that's what gay guys like and we're gay. I'm not sure but I think the age-ray also makes you gay because I liked girls sort of and now I can't get enough of Billy's penis. Or cock or dick...I guess I'm a grown up and grown ups are allowed to use those words!

"Hey, can we say bad words now that we're grown ups?"

"We can do anything! We just had sex!"

"Oh shit. Oh shit my dad's home! What do we do?"

"Just leave it to me. There's the negative sign. I'll put it on 25 years..." Billy got some of my dad's pants on and ran down the stairs just as my dad and mom were coming in...leaving a stunned pair of ten year olds at the door with heavy grocery bags.


Well it's been a few weeks now and I sort of let Billy just take control. I mean it's crazy out of control but we can't go back now! I mean we turned Billy's parents into little kids and if we turn everyone around we have to be kids again and then we will totally get grounded!

It's really hard because my dad says that everyone will notice we moved out and another family moved in so we decided to pretend to be our dads. Billy got a job with his dad's ID and resume as a security guard. He moved into my house cause his parents lived in a small apartment so now everyone lives here. I locked up the age ray in the basement and put a big lock on it so no one can go in and there's another lock inside. I feel bad and I'm trying to find a job now. My dad is mad because I told his office he quit and I'm trying to make money but I don't know how to do anything so I'm going to learn to drive so I can drive trucks, because that is a good job. Well I have to go, I have to make dinner for my parents since I'm the tall one now. They are still really unhappy but maybe they'll feel better soon!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Chronivac Case File: Brother Body Reassignment

My name is Harry. I'm the big one in the picture above. That photo hangs in my living room. The little guy next to me is my little brother Stevie. Stevie was so great because he always looked up to me so much. He was always wanting to be just like me. He tried copying me in just about every way. I tried to be a good big brother just because he came close to idolizing me. Like I was a celebrity in our town because I took the football team to state championships and secured myself a college scholarship.

Anyway, so things were great and I was teaching him to work out with me in the gym and he was spending some real quality time with me. And like, one day I came home and I was so pissed off and he asked me why. I told him it was because of this fucking jerk, whose name was Alex. Alex really was obsessed with my current girlfriend, Amy. Amy and I were a really good looking couple and Alex was a geek. He didn't even lift! Fuck, he was scrawny. He had the audacity to interrupt my date with Amy last week just because we came into the pizza place he worked. Amy told him off and said she didn't want to be with him and he said he had a real problem with the fact she didn't end things, she just cheated on him with me. I said sorry bro, that's just the way it is. Big guys like me work out and look good and we get girls. Guys like you go to film festivals and don't work out and hide in their basements and watch girls like Amy on TV and whack off. Well then tonight, the little pipsqueak shows up at a party and tells a rumor that I was gay! I was so fucking pissed off when I found out I pounded him. I'd been drinking and was full of piss and vinegar, I just wanted to fight someone anyway and he was there. He was no match for me. He was crying like a baby and said he'd get even with me. He said I'd be taken down eventually. People helped him up and brought him outside to go to a hospital or some shit.

So my little bro and me, we just hung out for a while watching movies and I worked out in the garage for a little bit and I get a phone call and it's that little shit Alex!

"You motherfucker! You had enough yet?"

"Oh, no. I haven't had enough, you fucking dumbass. See I never said you were gay and if you'd bothered to ask me you'd know that. A gay dude at the party said you were hot, that's all. Your buddies lied to you hoping you would beat me up because they thought it would be funny. Well guess what, dipshit. I have a secret weapon and pretty soon you aren't gonna have the cozy life, oh no. You're gonna be a lot different. Have fun with your new life, asshole. And just so you have a heads up, no amount of begging will change your fate. The Chronivac was given to me for just that reason."

He hung up and I thought man, either I've had too much to drink or he's just a crazy fucking little nerd. What the fuck was a Cronevac? I went back upstairs and felt really light headed. I looked up at my little brother. Wha...

I looked at the photo of us on the wall. It had...changed. We were different. I was now a puny shrimp. But that doesn't make sense. I'm 22 and my brother is 16 but...he's huge! How did he get big?

"Hey, bro." His voice is so frikkin deep now! "Fuck, I'm pumped!"

" look so big," I said helplessly. What the fuck? I looked at myself. I looked so small. Where'd all my muscles go?! My brother now has them! I have his body! What the fuck! I started to hyperventilate and then went into the kitchen. There was a gallon of protein powder mixed with milk that had Stevie's name written on it.

"Hey, bro, are you gonna be here tonight or are you working at the pizza parlor?"

"The pizza parlor?" That's right, I worked there, since I wasn't smart enough to get into college. But I did...I had a football body! My bro had my body! What happened.

And then new memories started to flood into me. About my brother's genetic changes on account of him being an alpha mutant. He had this one in a billion gene that made him like a superstud and he doesn't even have to do any bodybuilding to do it.

The doorbell rang. "Oh, shit, it's Amy. Can you make yourself scarce, man? I uh...I'd like to be alone, tonight. Amy and me are gonna fuck don't mind, right?"

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"That's my little pal!" He clapped me on the back hard. "Sorry, man. I don't know my own strength sometimes. You know that."

Fuck. He had been fucking girls since he was in 7th grade. He was always so big and I...I on the other hand never really developed past the age of 15 body wise no matter how hard I worked out. Doctors told me I had just peaked and there was nothing I could do about it. Whatever genes Stevie got, I would never be able to access.

Amy came in, giggling with Stevie embracing her in his huge, brawny arms. He whispered something funny to her and patted her on the ass. I really wish I could get girls to look at me like that but ever since I could remember they were always interested in my little brother who was like five years younger than me!

Soon, they were both in Stevie's room, and she was gasping and all over him and I heard him panting and screaming "OH YEAH!" at the top of his lungs. "FUCK YEAH! HELL YEAH! FUCK!"

I wandered outside wanting to cry. Eventually after I decided to go to the gym. At least I still had a car, though it was nowhere near as nice as Stevie's. Our parents lavished attention on him but since I didn't get into college they were less demonstrative to me. I had a car that could barely get around and I decided I might as well go to the gym and at least try and get back to normal.

I walked in. It was a quiet night. And there was Alex. Alex...but was...wrong....

"Hey! Faggot! I told you to be here at 9 sharp, nerd. You ready for me to show you how to work out like a real man?"

Alex was supposed to be small. I told him that.

"Yeah, you're still getting used to the new reality. Hold on." I blinked. Suddenly I remembered everything clearly, but also knew my new reality.

"You stole my life! You made my brother into some kind of freak 16 year old hulk!"

"And I gave myself your football scholarship! Thanks for that, butthead!" He towered over me now. I gulped. "Now don't you think you should tell me now nice I look like this?"

" can't be serious! What the hell did you do? How did you do this? Am I hallucinating?"

"No, but you better get used to it because you're not going back. I like being the big football star that everyone fucking loves. I had no idea the sheer fucking thrill that came with being big until I gave myself your football career but fucking hell! It's like a surge of energy all the time and everyone is just so nice to me! And as for you, you can be my little friend. My little friend that licks my butthole and bends over for me. See, buddy, I decided that women were too much trouble so I made us both gay. And you're gonna be my buttboy from now on."

I was suddenly filled with lust for him; it was a lust I'd never known. I wanted to rub him all over and worship the ground he walked on.

"Why don't you go fetch me a towel, boy."

"Right away, sir." I said, and did it for him right away. "You're the hottest guy I've ever known, Alex."

"Yeah, I know. Right after my workout I want you to blow me in the bathroom stalls. You gonna lick my cum all down, boy?"

"Yes! Of course."

"You know, I think I'm gonna like the new you, Harry. Reassignment did your body good."

I had already forgotten what he was talking about, I was so immersed in watching him work out in his nearly perfect muscle stud frame. I'm so lucky he chose me to be his fuck toy. My brother was an alpha stud and so was he and I could never hope to be their size but I could worship them as that was the place in life I'd been given. Hadn't it been different before? I shook my head. Of course not. This is the way things had always been.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

More Tales from Gayworld

We here at Chronivac Industries love nothing more than to see the reactions that various customers have to our temporal and alternate universal relocation programs. One of our most popular packages is popularly called the "Gayworld" package, where customers can select for themselves and anyone of their choosing to relocate to a universe where being gay is the norm and straights are a minority. Let's hear from some of our recent travelers!

Subjects: Dave and Brad

My name is Dave and I'm straight. My friend from work, Brad, is gay. He's the shorter one. I'm the one with the big grin on my face because I just spotted one of the most gorgeous women flirting with me earlier waving hello from across the room. And you know what that means? That means Dave is getting laid, that's what that means!

What could be better than a party with a cigar, a hot woman flirting with me, and a great job that pays me a lot of money? Well as I was about to find out, that's about as good as it gets.

"It's just so easy for you," Brad muttered.

"What is? Oh come on, man, you can have just as much fun as me, you just don't want to."

"I can't believe you're saying that. There is no way I can do what you do. The room is swimming with conservative Republicans. I'm the only one who is openly gay at this company. You think I have someone to flirt with? I hate these things."

"Come on, dude, stop complaining, you people can't have everything your way."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean it's like you want gay this gay that, you can't have it everywhere, bro, just be happy for us straight guys."

"Yeah, thanks. You know, you are making this so much easier, Dave."

"Making what easier, man? You in love with me?" I puffed my cigar.

"You wish," he said darkly. "You know, I was wanting to give you a chance and you just blew it. Enjoy the rest of the party." He checked his watch. "We should be leaving in about 30 seconds, so enjoy your ability to be the majority while it lasts. BUDDY."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I watched him smile and leave. Weird. I kept mingling and then 30 seconds later there was this flash and I felt dizzy. I got my balance and some guy caught my arm. 

"Sorry, bro. I almost fell over."

"It's okay, handsome." he replied. It was Adam from accounting. "Oh. Thanks." 

"Anytime, tiger," he said, putting a hand on my side and winked, and kept mingling. Okaaaay. Brad must have put him up to that as a joke. Then I noticed a couple of old ladies from the marketing department rubbing each other's noses and slipping each other a kiss. I looked around me. Several men who I'd known as straight and married for years were involved in what I could only describe as a gay liplock! Like, they were tonguing each other in fucking public! What the FUCK! 

"What do you think?" Brad said behind me.

"I think I must have hit my head. Is this a practical joke or something?"

"Nope. It's Gayworld 39. I believe that in this universe there was a plague that killed off all the straight people in the 1700's and only gays survived, worldwide, we had some kind of immunity and ever since almost every child born has been gay, some kind of mutation to the virus at birth. There are still straight people, maybe about 2% of the population. They might even get straight marriage legalized soon. Neat, huh?"


"I'm going to enjoy this party. Don't wait up for me, sugar." He grabbed my ass firmly and left me there, staggering around. 

I found out quickly the new pecking order was very conservative and I was at the bottom. Everyone thought it was kind of cute that I tried to flirt with Jessica, who had winked at me and blew me kisses just minutes before. She laughed it off as me being drunk and then slipped into the arms of Melissa, who was one of the vice presidents as well as her sugar mamma. I felt like I was going to have some kind of anxiety attack. I left the party and went for a drive back into town. Every fucking place I went I saw gay guys holding hands, or lesbians. I got home and my house looked the same. Except for some of the magazines. The Advocate for straights lay on the kitchen table. I thumbed through it. This must be a prank, a really elaborate prank. Every article was about brave straight people trying to be themselves in a gay world. I clicked the TV on and saw a few old shows were different somehow. Joey and Ross were the it couple on Friends. Joey was unaware that guys at the museum were always throwing themselves at him, being a bunch of nerdy scientists, and were telling him how good he was at paleontology just to get in his pants. Ross explained but Joey's feeling's were hurt. Ross made it up to him with a romantic gesture and the two kissed at the end as they snuggled on the infamous Friends couch. 

"This isn't happening," I muttered, flipping further. But yeah, there was president Obama with his husband Jay-Z, giving a speech about empowering straight people even though they didn't share the same culture as the rest of us. It flipped back to an irate Rick Santorum talking about how disgusting the straight agenda had become and how he and his husband and four children along with the two mothers that birthed them, would not stand for it. Children belonged with two dads and two moms and sex for procreation was just that, for pregnancy only. 

I blinked. I watched for a few more hours, numbly. The big shows had an all gay storyline. Seinfeld had jokes about how Jerry had a different boyfriend every week. Big Bang Theory the nerds were all dating each other. I came across an old Hercules movie from the 60s where he comes across a harem of young men who all throw themselves at old Steve Reeves. 

I looked through some of my now porn collection. Straight Gangbang, Straight as an Arrow, Straightened Out...unimaginative titles from studios like HisHer Productions. The doorbell rang and it was Brad. 

"Well, well, how are you enjoying yourself. Enjoying your straight pride, buddy?"

"What did you do?" I accused. "This isn't funny, faggot!"

"Excuse me? You're the fucking FAGGOT in this universe, straight boy!"

"Change it back, change it back right now. Please. Please, I...I can't live like this. This isn't normal."

"Awwwww, well now I guess you know what it's like and now that you've had a taste of your own medicine I guess we'll just go back to normal."


"No. What, do you think I'm stupid? I'm being promoted to vice-president, SHITHEAD. And if you want to keep your job, you better start kissing my ass. But uh, I'll leave you to watch some TV, god knows I'll be enjoying movies a lot more from now on. Hey, did you know that in this universe, there hasn't been a single Disney character who is openly straight? But hey, don't worry. One day."

"You fuck." I watched helplessly as he left. When I returned to the office on Monday I was thoroughly inundated with gay life. Everyone was gay at work. I was the only one who dared to admit I liked women. It was announced that Brad was being promoted. It came as cause for celebration from nearly everyone, and I heard several guys admit they'd try to get into his pants to curry favor with him if he was willing. The next day he called me into HIS new office. He was sharply dressed and smoking a cigar and he looked at me, beaming. 

"I saw so many guys humping on billboards and ads everywhere this morning. This universe is fucking great! Hey, buddy, have a seat." I did so, not wanting to feel anything. "Now uh, Dave, I think what you need is a good talking to. I have a solution for you."

"You'll put me back in the right universe?" I asked hopefully. 

"Oh no. No no. No. You're stuck here for life, buddy." He took a drag off his cigar. "No, but what would you say if I told you that I had a way to make you normal? You know, gay. Like me and everyone else."

"Excuse me? I am normal!"

He smiled. "No you're not. No, you're lonely. Try being straight in this world for a while. Oh sure, you might be able to hook up with a nice girl but if you get her pregnant she's going to find a nice wife to take care of her most likely. Or she'll give it away to a nice male couple. No, buddy, I can make all your problems go away. You already feel it, don't you? How many women even noticed you this last few days. My heart sank. No woman ever looked at me. I felt like I'd been yanked out of everything I knew. "I can make you normal, but I want you to ask me. Ask me to make you gay."

I thought about it. "I...I just want to be who I've always been."

"You're a jerk, is what you are. I can make you better."

"So you won't put things back?" I asked, crestfallen. 

"NEVER. I want you, and I've always wanted you. And you were an insensitive prick and now that the shoe's on the other foot, I'm willing to make you gay so that I can finally be with you."

"Even if I was gay, I wouldn't be with someone like you. You've fucked with existence, with reality itself."

"And I want you to suck my dick."

"But...that's so unfair!"

"Well if you ever want to move up in this company, you're going to have to make a few sacrifices. And don't even try to mention sexual harassment. Straights don't count and it's a big gay boys club up in this universe." 

I thought about it. I didn't want to do any of it, but then I thought how hard it would be, how difficult my life would be, how much prejudice as a straight man I would endure.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." I blinked. Something had gone through me. 

"Feel any different, stud?"

As soon as I looked him I knew I wouldn't have a problem sucking his dick. 

 "That's right, boy. Suck your first dick. Be a real man." He smiled as I did so willingly, enjoying the splurge of cum that splashed into my mouth and savored the taste of it so much I creamed myself.

"Now what was that about going back?"

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." I gave him a cum tinged kiss and he tasted his own cum in my mouth. Me, Dave, the old ladies man. Brad and I never got together but I noticed people stopped looking at me so differently and the guys at the office finally warmed up to me when they heard I was willing to come over to their weekend orgy parties. It's not a bad life, just different, and sex is definitely easy to come by, and that's the important thing!

Subjects: Chester and Dakota

 "Ewwww, get off me queer!"

"Haha, you know you like it, bro!"

My life is a living hell. My name is Chester and that's me on the bottom. I'm straight and my brother's best friend is Dakota, and he's on top, annoying the shit out of me. Ever since he brought me into this dimension he feels like he can just treat me like a piece of meat both at home and in public. I've been told by my parents I should just let him fuck me to get the sexual tension out. My parents are now just my dad and his HUSBAND. My mom is nowhere in the picture anymore. I've been in this fucking gay universe for like three weeks and my life is now a living hell. I can't tell anyone I'm straight because here straight is totally weird and considered against God and shit. Fuck. I really don't want my big brother snooping around, either. He's only a year older than me and he gets BOYS to come home with him now rather than girls. It's so gross, I have to hear them fucking and my dad is actually proud of him! They went shopping for sex toys together the other day! My dad even gave him some leather gear! Like it was normal!

Dakota did this, and I freaking hate him for it. You want to know what my average day is like now? Check this shit out:

These are all my friends and they all used to have girlfriends. This shit goes on ALL the time and everyone thinks it's normal, good fun. These are the new all-American boys. No one thinks of straight when they think manly. You have to be gay to get into the military here. Straight guys are the subject of jokes. I flipped on the TV the other day and Louis CK was just going on about how effeminate straight guys are and how funny they were in general to want pussy. At school it's a fucking nightmare. Guys catcall me all the time and bigger guys consider me to "look like a bottom" and even my fucking gym coach grabbed my ass the other day and gave me a wink!

One night my father and his husband (who used to be our neighbor and now he freaking lives with us, too weird for words) went out and said we were on our own for the night. Chester was telling everyone that we were really good friends now and he was very interested in spending some quality time with me.

"Chester? Do you want to get comfortable? Why don't you take your shirt off. Come here, buddy. Take your shirt off for me."

"No...I want to go back to the way it was."

"Shhh...shhh, I fixed everything earlier. Don't you feel different, sweetie?" He put his hands on me and I knew he'd made me gay finally. I gave in and took my shirt off and he rubbed my head.

"Come here, sweetheart. Doesn't it feel good to be gay? To be in my arms like this?"

"I...I guess so, but it's still weird." I let him caress me. We watched TV for a few hours and then he kissed me and I just kissed him back for a while until my dads walked in on us.

"Uh oh! What are we interrupting here!"

"I told you! I told you our son wasn't straight!"

"Stop that! Chester, don't listen, we never thought you were straight, would you stop?" Dad kissed his husband and they went off to bed.

"You wanna go to prom with me, sweetheart? We can even get matching tuxes."

I cuddled with him. "I guess that wouldn't be too bad...


Well, now I'm only a junior in high school but Dakota has proposed to me. I truly love him. I know what he did to me is wrong but he told me he will always protect me. And it turns out I really am a HUGE bottom! I loved having him inside me so much I couldn't imagine ever going back to girls, that would just be so...wrong. When he gave me the ring my dads were nervous but proud of us. They said it showed a lot of maturity but they wanted us to wait until after college before actually getting married. We both thought that was a fair thing to ask and at school no one could believe how lucky I was! It's not every day you get to be the Homecoming Kings. But we were and it's been a wonderful life so far being gay. I can't believe I was ever so nervous about it. I know that Dakota changed me in more than one way. I know he made it so I would fall in love with him. I don't know how he did it, but I don't care anymore. Even though it didn't happen naturally he is going to be my husband. I am in love and I have a man who is always going to be there and take care of me, and that means way more to me than living my life in a stupid boring straight world. The way I see it, Dakota saved me. Now if you'll excuse me, we have a secluded camping weekend to get and maybe ten other boys are going to have an orgy up in the woods and it's my first one. My dad says not to be nervous but I'm going to be sucking a lot of dicks! I hope they all like me as a cocksucker as much as a friend!

Oh, and I forgot one other thing. These are my dads now. The one on the right is my new dad and the one on the left was my dad before. They are pretty hot togther, don't you think? Well shit, I know it sounds slutty, especially after I got engaged but I have to say that both my dads do get me hot. Maybe one day they'll allow us to all be adults together and I can suck their dicks as well. I really can't get enough of my boyfriend's cum and I can't believe I used to be so obsessed with boobs! Eating cum is the fucking best and my hormones are going crazy...sometimes I get boners over my dads and my boyfriend at the same time in the same room!

Well, enough about me. Dakota said before he slipped the ring on my finger that if I wanted, he would reverse everything, make it so I wasn't in love with him, eating his dick every night, get my mom back, but I said fuck that! I'm gay and so is everyone else and that is just the way I like it now!