Kev and Gabe sashayed their way across the quad. San Francisco was their dream and they had both made it in ways neither of them could have dreamed.
"Oh my god, those shorts are to die for."
"I know. If Lindsay Lohan were alive, she could totally wear those."
"You are so bad."
"I am so bad. I'm so awesome. Everything I say is awesome."
Did I mention they were incredibly impossible and catty?
"I totally want to go to that show next week, the one with all the contortionists and acrobats, only they're all trans women, it's called Cirque de Solongdick."
"You're being bad now. You have to be nice and politically correct."
"I do that when I trash Americans who don't live in California."
"Connecticut is okay."
"Yeah, we should really summer there again. Or maybe we can summer in Cape Cod this year."
"I need to get some more cute little ceramic plates from Cape Cod. I want to give them to your mother. She likes anything nautical."
"We could buy her a sailor strippergram."
"No, she would enjoy that too much."
I can't help but think what they would be like if they were more masculine. If they were forced to lead more masculine lives and not the hoighty toighty technocratic millionaire lifestyle they had assumed.
"Sweetheart, did you know Mitch and Keung broke up?"
"What? No! They were so good together. Oh my God, I am so gonna die now."
"Don't die. We haven't even gotten to third base with our cute doorman yet."
'I know. Oh, I hate this. I don't want to go to this stupid meeting. I wish I could spend all day just with you."
"Same here, sweetie. But, you know, the life of a power gay couple is never over. Kiss kiss!"
Gabe pranced away from his recently married husband, Kevin. He was the one with the shortly cropped beard and tie, though to most of their friends they were interchangeable. The two of them were so similar and so in synch but so equally effeminate that they often felt like they were dating a carbon copy of themselves. But it worked for them because they were both narcissistic to a very high level. Not that it was deserved on a typical physical level since they were both pretty lean, but they were both very rich members of the tech elite, having similar functions at their respective corporations.
I had met Gabe before a few summers back and I had courted him. He'd rejected me. He thought he was better than me because I was a bit of a country boy. He even made some snide remark about me being from Texas and he was concealing his superior, smug attitude about country folk. I grew up on a farm, so imagine my joy when along my way comes my very own Chronivac. I'd been watching them through the Chronivac's remote viewer.
I had a cushy tech job and worked for a client that was in Gabe's building. I helped myself into his office and told his secretary I'd be waiting in his office. I waited until he arrived before pressing a few buttons.
Now, I had been experimenting with the Chronivac since getting it and I found just the right mix of things I wanted. I told it that I wanted to have all the sex possible with the two of them and no one could say no! I wanted them to be more butch, more manly, more take charge. I do like take charge men. It was so exciting the thought that I could change the two of them to be whatever I wanted them to be. My own personal playthings.
"Mick? What are...you doing here? I'm supposed to be at a meeting. Where the hell is everyone?" Gave was immediately confused. His office wasn't an office anymore. It was another room with a higher temperature. The air conditioning was suddenly gone.
"Meeting? What meeting is that, Gabe?"
He smiled and rubbed his gorgeous beard.
"Well it sure ain't a meetin' for just any ol' friend of mine, is it?"
"We're having that grazing meeting later. You don't need to attend." Kev told me. "This meeting is all pleasure, though. Least for us!" I was confused. Kev had walked in suddenly behind his partner Gabe. I guess the Chronivac worked quickly to change reality. They were together in business now as well, I assumed.
"Kev and I can discuss the grazing plan later. When I told you that was on the schedule, I didn't figure you'd be there."
"Hell yeah, partner. You just breathe easy. You are gonna make a great addition to my father's property," Kev said, with a devilish grin.
I'd watched the changes taking place. I had already seen his beard come out and change color a bit. Gabe had slowly grown taller, and he had gained some muscle weight along with it. His lisp-strewn, waif voice had slowly transformed into a slow, deep, rumbling Texas drawl. His partner Kev grew and his hair darkened slightly. His cute, boyish face became more handsome and masculine. They had perfect smiles and their clothes, in an eyeblink, were now far more cowboy. Nice crisp blue dress shirts, blue jeans, and belt buckles followed. The effect was finished in an eyeblink as cowboy hats materialized on them.
"That's why you need me. I'm the expert around these parts on cattle raising. I can help you in more than one way. On cutting back expenses, on saving time. You two boys know your way around a ranch, already, I assume?"
"Course we do! Shit, I have news for you. I know what I'm doing," Gabe said. "Only reason you're here is to help out around the house. We need a pretty face around, Mick. You could definitely help us with bookkeeping but Kev and me, we got a thing about being in charge." He came over to me and kissed me on the lips! When I asked the Chronivac to make the gay couple I'd been so jealous of into my fantasy cowboy couple, I didn't know I also programmed it for a reality change that would suck me into their lives. Of course, in this reality I'm a very large man.
"We both like being in charge, Mick," Kev said, rubbing my neck gently.
"Now Mick, are you ready to sign the papers?"
"You're going to be the ranch SLAVE. You have to sign the papers first." Gabe led me outside...
"Now, start by taking all those clothes off. you can keep the hat." I had always been a slim guy myself but now I was taller, even taller than they were. My voice was a much deepened version of itself.
"Okay. Where should I put my stuff?"
"In the garbage. You won't need it anymore! You won't need any stuff, dude. You're going to be our slave. And it's going to be amazing. Did you take your Slavex pill?"
Slavex pill? Oh...no. I had been toying with options for universes the night before with my Chronivac. And I'd fallen asleep looking at some universe where gays were the majority of the population and slavery was also perfectly legal. In this universe I'd had gambling debts. It was either prison or enslave myself to some friends. Oh my god...
"Now, sign right here and here. And here. And here. And now you're our property!" Gabe congratulated me by shaking my hand.
I could feel the drug coursing through my system. Apparently I'd already taken it and I was remembering my new memories of this reality. I...where was my Chronivac? I needed it to change things. Gabe and Kev were no longer the boys I knew in college and lusted over at various conferences. They were now lifetime buddies from way back. We'd been in rodeos together and gone on camping trips. They always wanted to top me and I always let them. I felt like the third wheel when they got married, but they were very interested in me, still. Even though a few years went by and I couldn't get a job and they became successful from Kev's father's ranch, by opening it up to tourists they had increased their business, built a whole bed and breakfast and now they were almost millionaires! But Mick had fallen far, far behind.
No, wait! I remember I was at a really good job in the City! In that nice office in San Francisco. I had all the fancy shit! Fancy dinners and such. What was happening? I don't talk like this...I deserved everything I had! Even though the thought of all that wealth is fading in my memory now. I can remember being raised in a trailer park. No! Wait! I was in an Ivy League school for Chrissakes! No, that's not right, either. I was in the 4H club! I won the blue ribbon for my lamb one year! ARRRGH! Two sets of memories battling for supremacy. I'm losing my arrogant self, and now...I am in a different history where I got my first gay experience at 17 with a trucker that liked to really push me around. He brought me with him on trips and said I was his son. My mother didn't care where I was. I sucked him off at truck stops and pretended he was my Daddy. He convinced my mother he could use me as a slave, and took me home, started doing degrading things to me when I moved in with him. He made me suck his dick all the time and eat from a dog dish and...I learned to be a good boy. A good slave.
And then I'd been dumped by him. He moved away and left and I had nowhere to go. I had a meager job but I didn't have enough money to pay my rent after he moved away. I lost my job. Then I stole a few things I didn't think anybody would miss, but they did. I was trying to sell the merchandise and got caught. Stolen laptops and such. Prison was such hell. I was only there a few months fore these two reckoned with my past I'd be perfect for em'.
No no no. I need the Chronivac!
"Why don't I show you what I need you to do on the roof now, slave. No time like the present..."
Master Kev showed me what I needed to do and I'm a good slave. I take Slavex so I can do everything that Master Kev and Master Gabe tell me to do.
I'm a good slave. I do everything I am told to do for Master Kev.
"Hey, slave! What the hell is this thing?" Master Kev produces the Chronivac.
"That's the Chronivac, Master."
"I found it in your things. What the hell is it?"
So I tell him. He's not supposed to be able to see it but the nanotech that makes it normally invisible is probably malfunctioning. I told him all about how we had jobs in San Francisco in an alternate reality and that I'd changed him from a scrawny effeminate geek to a complete, straight acting cowboy muscle stud! He tried it out on me. It had already changed me into a far more rugged version of myself with a deep five-o-clock sandpaper black stubble and a voice like I'd always dreamed of having. The Chronivac must have been stuck on the slave world I'd been looking at and it had all been an accident that I fell into this reality. I happily told him. He asked me how it worked so I told him...
Master Kev made me bigger than I was before and I'm not as smart and stuff. I don't know how to read or do number stuff but I'm so big and strong! Master likes me bein' big and strong. He also made me handsomer and even more masculine looking. All the better for Master to use my holes. I have to clean the floors now and then I need to make dinner for my Masters. I'm glad I gave the Chronivac to my new Masters. They deserve it. They look a lot better than they did before. Just look what he did to Master Gabe.
"Not bad, huh slave? I'm lookin pretty fuckin' good!"
"Yes, Master Gabe. You look better than ever, Sir."
"You look good, too, Slave. How do you like being a literal dumbass that doesn't know anything?" He hit a few buttons.
"It feels good, Master!"
"What's 8 times 7, dummy?"
I laughed stupidly. "Duhhh, I dunno! I know I can lift truck 8 times! Haha! Me BIG and strong, haha!" I flex my big arms proudly.
"That's right you are. You're going to be building us a new barn and then I'm going to hire you out to be a work horse for some ranchers that need some heavy manual labor. You're going to be a real cash cow for me, dummy!"
Me like lifting heavy things. Me like being Master's Slave. Once I was smart but me not now that's ok cuz I like my big muscles haha I have a big cock haha I'm on big farm.
"What's your name, Dummy?"
"Uh...I forget. Me dumb, Sir."
"Your name is Dummy!"
"Haha! OH YEAH! My name Dummy haha!"
"Good slave. Now get on the ground and lick my boots.
I do so. It's good to be a slave.
Suddenly I open my eyes. I'm in an office. There are all these people there.
"Duh? Duh, where my master?"
"Let's reset the intelligence all the way back."
Suddenly I found myself naked, in an incredibly muscular body of a well toned, giant cowboy bodybuilder. I immediately tried to put my hands in front of my dick but now it was far too big to cover. Some clothes materialized over me.
They asked me many questions. I answered all of them.
I honestly didn't expect to like being a cowboy muscle slave as much as I did. I asked for my intelligence back and I got access to the Chronivac back. But my masters ARE my MASTERS. I am devoted to them. I worship them, and they give me so much in allowing me to serve them. So I know that you thought this might end with me going back to San Francisco. To the office I used to work, where I was in a high pressure world where I constantly had to perform and crunch numbers and kiss ass to people I hated and I felt like I was always going to die of stress.
Now I'm big. I can lift a car above my head. I spend all my days digging dirt and getting fucked by other men and it suits me well. I'm being bred by dozens of men paying my master so use my big asshole and they love fucking the muscle beast that lives on their ranch.
I am big. I have masters that look out for me and plan every minute of my day.
And it was the best thing to ever happen to me! Thanks, Chronivac!!