Caden Bennett's Awesome Baseball Summer - Part 1

 "Strrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiike three, you're out!" 

"Man, he is the worst." 

"Yeah, I know. Is there any reason we can't just ditch this guy? He can't fucking play!" 

"His parents gave the team a bunch of money." 

"Wait, what?" 

"Yeah, didn't you hear? Coach knows that dude's parents and they're loaded." 

"So you're saying that two adults paid money so their grown son could play on a baseball team? He's in his 20s for cryin out loud!" 

"Shhh, here he comes." 

The players were all silent as Caden approached them. 

"I almost got it. Almost! I almost had it, guys!" 

"Yeah, you just had to deal with the whole ball coming at you thing," someone remarked. 

"Yeah, right? Haha! So hey, I heard you guys are going out for drinks tonight!" 

Someone was whispering to someone else "Who the fuck told him we were going out tonight?" but Caden wasn't paying attention. Caden never paid attention. That was the whole point of being Caden. There was nothing in particular that was wrong about Caden. Not one thing. It was a lot of little things. He didn't really understand how to behave in a group, or around a single person, or a crowd for that matter. Caden was a problematic child who had grown into a man who was not used to dealing with problems on his own. He was quite used to asking Mommy and Daddy for money to pay for problems to go away. He talked about this openly, about how he would ask his Mom and Dad for money, and they would just give it to them. Caden talked a lot, but when he talked, other people tended to become uncomfortable. Caden took silence as an excuse to talk for longer periods of time about himself and his thoughts, not ever taking the social cue that someone could be disinterested in his opinions. 

"So anyway I found this great girl on OK Cupid but she was...she was crazy, man. She was a total nutcase." 

"Really." 

"Yeah. Oh yeah. That's a real bummer there," a disinterested player replied. 

"Do we really need money this badly?" someone whispered to someone else. Caden assumed they were talking about something else that had nothing to do with him, when it was entirely about him. Caden had selective hearing that way. 

Caden talked to other players about his Star Wars figurine collection, his thoughts on his marketing internship, his mother's refusal for two years to send him to film school before she finally broke down and gave him a hundred thousand dollars to do so, which he then found out was a waste of money. He couldn't find a job but that was only because it was so competitive out there! His parents had fought with him to choose something more practical and they never should have criticized him because he worked so hard in college...

At this point, if Caden had been paying attention, he would have seen the various faces of players on the bench looking at each other with eye rolls and looks of disbelief, or the one guy who was cradling his face in his hands wishing he was anywhere else, which Caden eventually did notice. 

"Hey, man. Are you disappointed because of our score? I think it'll pick up in the next inning." 

"Yeah, maybe you'll hit a home run!" the man replied sarcastically. Caden was bad with names so he couldn't remember what the guy's name was. 

"Actually, what I really want to do is pitch! I keep telling the coach that my strong point it pitching!" This prompted several looks of shock from various teammates. Caden was convinced of his own greatness, but it was well known on the team that he had absolutely no athletic talent to speak of. 

When the game was (finally) over, several men were demoralized and wanted to go out for some beers and cigars. Everyone was there for the love of the game. All of them had jobs or went to school. Caden was stuck in a seemingly perpetual adolescent bubble, protected by his family's massive wealth. Even though everyone wanted to say something, Coach had begged them not to. They were an amateur team but with the influx of money they now had a fighting chance to get some attention. Coach said the sponsorship was exactly what they needed to get them over the edge. Most people thought he might be pocketing some of the money. Some of the guys were sucking up a little bit in the hopes of getting free stuff from their new eager but worthless teammate. 

"Dude, you like cigars? We're gonna smoke out tonight. My treat," Chuck told him. Chuck was a bigger man, very muscular and masculine. He was one of the best players on the team. 

"No thanks, man," Caden told him. "Cigars are super gross. I'd never smoke one of those things, or anything for that matter. Gotta think of my health." 

Caden showed up and the guys were less than enthusiastic. Some of them headed out of the bar the second he arrived. A few had stayed behind in the hopes of influencing him a bit. They had a few beers and headed outside to an outdoor seating area. Chuck had brought cigars. He handed one to Caden. All the other guys were lighting up. 

"Come on, man. I'll teach you how. You wanna fit in with us, right?" Chuck asked, and he got several other of the players to pressure Caden to join them. 

"I...I dunoo, guys. I mean, the ladies don't really dig cigar breath all that much." 

"You see any hot chicks around?" someone joked. "It's a boy's night! Live a little!" 

"I dunno...I mean...I'm one of the best players we've got. I want to be at my best tomorrow. You know?" Caden said the words but he didn't register the silence or the incredulous looks everyone else was wearing. 

"Dude, just smoke the fucking cigar and say thank you. We're trying to hang out with you but you're not making it easy," a player named Bobby told him. Caden frowned. He didn't have many friends. Since college, many other students had been jealous of his path to success with his new marketing career. That must have been the reason no one returned his calls. 

But part of Caden did really want to fit in and be a cool dude. 

"Come on. Maybe you'll really like it. You never know unless you try." 

"Okay. Okay, I'll try it. Just this once, though." 

"Thattaboy, champ!" The men all cheered him on. 

"So how do I look? Pretty cool?" Caden coughed dramatically. 

"Don't inhale, stupid!" 

"I knew that! I was just trying it out. I like to try new things. I'm cool. I always like to have new experiences." 

"Yeah, man. I'm sure you do." Bobby smiled widely. 

Caden managed to smoke his very first cigar and he was rather proud of himself. He had regaled his fellow teammates of some really interesting surveys that he'd developed for his marketing internship. One by one the fellas headed back home. Bobby gave him a pat on the back and told him he was proud of him. 

"And who knows? Maybe this will even start to make a real man out of you." Bobby smiled as if he was in on a secret joke. 

"Well the thing is I am a pretty cool guy. I mean I'm not as big as you or anything but I think I hold my own pretty well." 

"Oh yeah, sure," Bobby said, sarcastically. "Well, champ. Get some rest. You've got a real big week ahead of you." 

Less than an hour later, Caden was driving home when he had to pull over. He suddenly didn't feel so well. What Bobby and the fellas didn't tell him was that the first time you smoke a cigar, and you'd never smoked anything before, the nicotine rush could be enough to make you extremely ill. Most men had to develop a slow tolerance to cigars by either trying nubs first or pipe tobacco where you could control the increments more. But what they were hoping was that Caden would get sick and vomit uncontrollably. 

Which he promptly did. 

As he was puking and cursing out all of his teammates, Caden fell into a fit. Caden had fits from time to time. 

"Stupid fucking losers! Fucking losers! BLOOOOOEEEEEHHHHHH!" Caden vomited onto a tree. He had stopped near a park and it was getting late. He had to be up early for his internship tomorrow morning. "Assholes! They're all a bunch of FUCKING assholes!" He screamed, his voice cracking. No one was walking around nearby. He was alone. 

ARE THEY REALLY THE ASSHOLES, THOUGH, CADEN? 

"Yeah, they fucking are! I'm throwing up now and it's all their fault!" 

NOW IS THAT REALLY ALL THAT FAIR? THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO MAKE YOU ONE OF THE BOYS. 

"Hey. Who said that?" Caden looked around him. There was nobody in sight. The voice he heard was clear as a bell, though. The voice had sounded deep and resonant, yet wise and even faintly amused. The voice of a man who could do voice over work for sure. Caden was vaguely reminded of the narrator from the 80s version of The Twilight Zone, a show he liked to watch from time to time on Youtube. 

YES, CADEN. I CHOSE A VOICE I KNEW YOU WOULD ENJOY. DO YOU LIKE IT? I LIKE IT. 

"Yeah, it's great. Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Haha." Caden was a little drunk. "So you're really freaking me out, man. Come out from wherever you're hiding!" 

A homeless man passed by Caden and picked up his pace, freaked out by Caden's outburst. 

OH I THINK YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT, MY DEAR BOY. YOU SEE I'M NOT REALLY WHAT YOU WOULD CALL BOUND BY THE ETHEREAL PLANE. I DON'T REALLY THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. I'M NOT A PRANK. I'M NOT A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION. I'M QUITE REAL. DO YOU REMEMBER IN FIFTH GRADE WHEN YOU TOLD EVERYONE THAT YOUR MOM WAS FRIENDS WITH BRANDY BECAUSE YOU WANTED THE OTHER KIDS TO LIKE YOU? 

"Yeah, they all thought I was a cool guy." 

NO THEY DIDN'T, CADEN. NO ONE THOUGHT THAT. YOU'VE ALWAYS TRIED SO HARD TO BE LIKED. AREN'T YOU TIRED OF TRYING? DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME YOU TRIED SOMETHING DIFFERENT? 

"Like what?" Caden asked the disembodied voice coming out of nowhere. 

WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR HEART'S DESIRE AND I'LL TRY AND GRANT IT. BE HONEST. YOU'RE NOT LIKE YOUR TEAMMATES. THEY'RE A GROUP OF REAL WORKING CLASS MEN. 

"I am working class! I have an internship! I work like a slave for that job!" 

OH, CADEN. WE BOTH KNOW YOU SPEND HALF YOUR TIME PLAYING FORTNIGHT. BUT ENOUGH OF THAT. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT. 

"You know what I want? I want everyone to respect me for my work ethic and...and...and I want girls to like me! And I want guys to like me! I want to be popular, goddamit!" Caden was shrieking now. 

CALM DOWN, BIG BOY. YOU'VE GOT A LOT ON YOUR MIND. TELL ME WHAT ELSE YOU WANT. 

"Okay, you...I want to be bigger than everyone else and handsomer because you know what? None of these sluts I see ever pays any attention to me! I take them out on dates and I pay for dinner and they aren't even interested in getting to know me! I'm tired of dealing with sluts, man!" 

IT'S SUCH A SHAME, REALLY. YOU'RE SUCH AN ENDLESSLY ENTERTAINING MORTAL. 

"I know I am! And they're all totally...totally...BLEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!" Caden vomited again. "They're totally crazy, all of them," he waved a hand, drunkenly. He had forgotten how much beer had been in that pitcher but he had had a little too much. "I'm a stud, man! I deserve all the praise! Me! I'm the one who should like, have big muscles and be tall and...and I should be the one everyone is thanking for being on the team!" 

SO THAT'S ALL YOU WANT? 

"Yeah that. That's all I want, Mr. Voice! So are you gonna come out now and show me what you look like or what?" 

Caden blinked. He was now at home and not at the park. He didn't remember coming home. Man, he was lucky no cops picked him up. That's for sure! He slunk into bed, exhausted. He had a big day ahead of him. He didn't bother to think about the voice until he woke up, convinced that he had had a crazy dream of some kind involving him talking to some creepy narrator inside his head. 

The next day, Caden went to his marketing job and did analysis work. It was monkey work, really. He wanted to do more important tasks but for some reason the bitch in charge thought he wasn't ready for anything with more responsibility. The nerve of these women trying to tell him what he was and wasn't capable of. He wished he could work with just men. Like his teammates. They were so cool. He got the slight feeling they didn't like him after last night. Did they give him a cigar and expect him to throw up from it? 

When he got home, he saw an unfamiliar brown wooden box on his living room table. 

It was a humidor, full of cigars. He felt revulsion as he thought about last night, and remembered he should call his mother. His relationship with his parents was good. They helped him any time he needed them to. They used to scream at him a lot when they didn't understand him and how important his career was to him but they had mellowed out the last few years. 

Caden started off talking about how much his baseball teammates loved him while his mother commented minimally. Then he complained about the office and how people just needed to understand him better. Then he complained about all the girls he was meeting on OK Cupid. 

"I wish you would just talk to a professional counselor about these things," his mother told him, agitated and perplexed. "I mean, I've done everything I can for you, Caden. I have a charity auction I'm preparing for."

"Mom, you help me because that's what moms are for," Caden explained. His mother sighed. 

"Sometimes I honestly just regret not leaving you at a bus stop." 

"Oh, haha, Mom." Caden laughed it off, not realizing his mother was totally serious. 

"I have to go. I have other people in my life that need my attention. Don't forgot your cousin's birthday is next Tuesday. Bring something appropriate. No violent video games." She hung up before Caden had a chance to respond. He wasn't going to spend that kind of money on his cousin! 

He came back to the humidor. He wondered how it had gotten here. He was surprised to find that it was full of cigars. It was so odd. Did someone sneak into his apartment and leave it here? Was it one of the guys from his team? Was it a joke? He felt revulsion upon remembering how sick he was the night before...but for some reason his revulsion changed. He blinked, the memory fadinig away. Hadn't that just been a bad dream? He looked at the cigars. A treasure trove of tobacco. He loved the way all of them had different labels. They were so pretty and aromatic. God, the smell was so heavenly. Like cedar, old paper, coffee and pepper all at once. It was the magic of a good cigar to give you multiple tastes and sensations. 

He inhaled the scent of a maduro and felt good. Better than he had in a long time. He felt a peaceful calm come over him. 

He needed a cigar! But dinner first. He went ahead and prepared a meal from some frozen dinners and wolfed it down. He knew he had to start eating better one of these days. But who cared if he had a little pudge? He could always find time to get a treadmill and work out after he spent a few years just getting his career in marketing started. 

Finally, it was time for his reward. 

"Oh...hell yeah. God, this cigar hits the spot." For some reason, his memories of last night were jumbled and blurred. Did he have a dream about going out with his teammates and getting sick? Why would he throw up? He wasn't a pussy or anything. Cigars and beer were a favorite activity of a red blooded American male. He puffed contentedly. 

The next day he had practice. He didn't do that well and it irritated him. Shouldn't he just be better at playing baseball? Didn't he try to do it as a kid? He imagined the other kids not picking him, always last to be chosen. It just didn't seem right. Suddenly, the anger over how he just gave up and resented everyone he went to school with just shattered something inside him and his bat made contact with the ball. It sailed in an arc that, while not perfect, was at least better than his average of failure. He made first base and managed to get to third before someone said "You're out!" but his team encouraged him with a few claps. Some exchanged glances with each other. Wasn't this kid supposed to suck a lot more? 

That night he celebrated on the street. He wore some clothing that wasn't too familiar to him. He had found a new shirt, a sports jersey, just lying on a chair in his room. He never cleaned. It was a mess all the time in his apartment. His mother used to scream at him. His father just always looked annoying and busy with his own work. But it wasn't like he was as messy as other people. 

"Fuck yeah, I'm a man now. I got my cigars. I got a job. I got an apartment," he reasoned. 

Suddenly, all of those accomplishments seemed to have so much more meaning to him. As if he'd taken them for granted for a long time and now suddenly he was having a new outlook on life. It felt like how others had described going to self help seminars. He liked to go and parrot what other people said so they liked him more and maybe he could network with them. Of course, he almost always inevitably talked down to them about a subject he had little knowledge of. 

OH CADEN, the voice said, returning from out of the blue. DIDN'T YOU THINK PEOPLE WERE TURNED OFF BY YOUR TONE OF VOICE? 

"No, man. People need my input. They appreciate my honesty." 

LIKE THE LAST FEW WOMEN YOU DATED? 

"Yeah, but they were all just a bunch of crazy bitches, man. I keep meetin' em!" 

LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT SOME OF YOUR BEST HITS. 

Caden was watching himself on a date with Carrie-Ann, the pretty girl who sold wine. 

"So all I'm saying is, you should try to do something about your hair. I think it could look really awesome some day." 

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE THE LOOK ON HER FACE? DISGUST? MAYBE MIXED WITH HORROR? 

"Dude, shut up. She was way worse. She barely talked to me."

BECAUSE YOU'RE AWFUL, CADEN. I MEAN, I'M TRYING TO PUT THIS DELICATELY BUT YOUR CONSTANT COMMENTARY IS OFF PUTTING. YOUR NEGATIVITY IS BOTH ASININE AND CRINGEWORTHY. ONE IS REMINDED OF SEVERAL AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENTS. 

"Alright, alright. That was one bad line." 

WAS IT? 

Caden was watching his date with Gina, the tall Hispanic girl with glossy hair. 

"Oh yeah, I support social justice. Cause like, that's what you gotta do. You gotta support the cause." 

"Yeah, a lot of people don't understand that," Gina said, rather shyly. "A lot of people don't understand why I do what I do. I am an activist because it's not about me, it's about the people who have no voice." 

"Oh totally. But I'm guessing like, you haven't had as much to deal with people discriminating against you because you're not that ugly. Like, you know, you've got some big ears so people probably made fun of those, but like...people made fun of me, too. They're just jealous." 

"Uh...I...what?" 

"I mean, you're not ugly. I would say you could totally model if you lost like, a little bit of weight. The boobs are a little uneven but like, I like that." 

SMOOTH MOVE, CASSANOVA. SHE WAS REALLY SWEPT AWAY BY THAT ONE. 

"Yeah, I was just nervous," Caden excused himself. "I was trying to tell her that she should feel good about herself." 

OH CADEN. SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU AREN'T ALWAYS AS CLUELESS AS YOU LET ON. THERE'S A PART OF YOU THAT REALIZES IT'S ALWAYS YOUR FAULT FOR SAYING THE WRONG THING. REMEMBER THIS GEM?

"So all I'm saying," Caden told his Chinese American date Leah, "Is that Asians are like, the good immigrants. The best immigrants. They don't steal all that much, you know?" 

IT'S LIKE WATCHING THE LOVE MASTER AT WORK.

"I was just trying to make interesting conversation. 

YES, WITH YOUR FAMOUS WIT. LET'S REVIEW THE LAST NETWORKING EVENT YOU WENT TO. 

Suddenly, Caden was watching himself interact with people he had met weeks before. 

"So all I'm saying is, you know, if you're like me, it sounds like you're doing a lot of work in your office but you know, other people take credit for it." 

"I mean, that's not actually what I'm saying," the beautiful young woman of Middle Eastern heritage told him. "I'm just trying to focus on moving on to my next challenge and just, you know, transition into that career." 

"And I mean, you have a unique perspective about the world. So that will probably help you out a lot. And you know, if you need someone who can also have a unique perspective, I have a very unique one. And my job, they don't really appreciate me. It sounds like you're the same, you know, because we're both so good at our jobs, everyone is probably jealous." 

DO YOU SEE THE WAY SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU, CADEN? 

"I'm...not really saying that at all." 

"Hey look, do you want to get out of here? I had a horrible OK Cupid date last night but you're like, way classier and way hotter. I mean, there's a lot of crazy sluts out in the world and..." 

"Okay, I'm just gonna stop you right there. I have to talk to Barry. I promised him I would. Gotta go." The woman nervously excused herself. 

SHE COULDN'T GET AWAY FAST ENOUGH, COWBOY. 

Suddenly, Caden was back on the street. 

"Stupid slut. She probably wanted to fuck him." 

WELL CAN YOU BLAME HER? BARRY IS A MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND ATTRACTIVE MAN THAN YOU. 

"Hey, shut up!" 

YOU WANT TO CHANGE, DON'T YOU, CADEN? YOU WANT TO BE HANDSOME AND LIKEABLE, DON'T YOU? 

"I am likeable," Caden replied defensively. 

THEN WHY DIDN'T SHE LIKE YOU? 

"I dunno." Caden puffed on his cigar. He needed its rich aroma. It made him feel like a king, like a real man. He thought he knew what that felt like but now he was experiencing new emotions. The thrill he felt today of getting all the way to third base. He had never made a home run in his life, either with baseball or women. "I mean, I'm a stud." 

YOU'RE A VIRGIN, CADEN. IT'S ALRIGHT TO SAY IT. 

"Fuck you, Mr. Voice. By the way, it's not a funny joke anymore. I mean, the professional psychologist I used to see would probably not understand that I'm hearing a voice. She would say I'm crazy even though I know I'm totally sane."

WELL THAT MIGHT BE A STRETCH GIVEN YOUR BEHAVIOR, BUT SURE, SHE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND. I AM REAL, CADEN. IN FACT, I'M MAKING SURE YOU ARE COMFORTABLE TALKING TO ME INSTEAD OF FREAKING OUT. I CAN DO THAT FROM MY ETHEREAL PLANE OF EXISTENCE.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I am feeling better." 

WOULD YOU LIKE TO FEEL MUCH BETTER? WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE LOTS OF SEX? 

"Hell yes, I would." 

WELL THEN BUCKLE UP, BIG BOY... 

Caden was suddenly watching himself again, another memory, from years before. His hair was darker than he remembered. In fact, even though he knew he was looking at himself, he didn't feel like he was familiar. It felt like he was watching someone else live their life. 

"Dude, bitches are just all over me," Caden said. "I can't get enough sex from these fucking hos." 

"That's what I'm talking about!" one of his friends said. It was a boy from his senior year of high school chem class. "You gotta get that pussy, son! You gotta collect that pussy...gotta catch em all, fool! How many girls have you fucked so far, Caden?" 

"Oh man, I lost count! Seven so far, including Julie and Min. They're like best friends and they both did me on that same night I told you about. It was pretty awesome." 

OH CADEN. ALWAYS THE ROMANTIC. 

"I remember this conversation but I think before it was at school and I wasn't hanging out with these guys. Are you sure this is right?" 

OH IT'S CHANGING SLIGHTLY NOW, BIT BY BIT. I'M REARRANGING THINGS. THOUGH YOU DID SAY THOSE AWFUL THINGS, DIDN'T YOU? 

"I mean..yeah. I just wanted the guys to know that I could get bitches, too!" 

BUT YOU COULDN'T GET THE...AS YOU PUT IT...BITCHES, CADEN. YOU COULDN'T ATTRACT A HORSEFLY WITH MOLASSES, TO PUT IT COLLOQUIALLY. 

"I dunno, man. I didn't grow up on a farm." 

MMMM. MAYBE WE CAN CHANGE THAT. 

"Dude, I don't need this. I have too many things to do. I have important things to do." 

OH I DON'T DOUBT THAT AT ALL. I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE FREE TO BE SO HONEST WITH ME, CADEN. 

"Yeah, man. I'm all about honesty." 

ON THAT POINT, YOU ARE CORRECT. IT'S JUST THAT THE THOUGHTS YOU SHARE ARE SO OFTEN INAPPROPRIATE. 

"Dude, shut up! You sound like my Mom!" 

AH YES, YOUR LONG SUFFERING MOTHER. SHE'S RELIEVED TO GET YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE FINALLY. HER MISERY KNOWS NO BOUNDS. DID YOU KNOW SHE THOUGHT ABOUT PUTTING YOU UP FOR ADOPTION WELL INTO YOUR TEENS? 

"Man, she just didn't realize that I was different but in a positive way. You know?" 

OH CADEN. I'M ALMOST GOING TO MISS THESE SESSIONS OF OURS. YOU'RE ABOUT TO AMUSE ME SO MUCH LESS. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Oh fuck that cigar is good. Huh. Must have dozed off. What a weird fucking dream."  

Caden relaxed. It was a day off from his job as a content mixer and video editor. He didn't make a lot of money doing it, but it was his dream, his passion. He loved film and he was so amazed and relieved that he even got this job. He tried to impress his bosses every day, but it was rough because there was so much competition out there. Still, he thought, inhaling the deep aroma of the maduro in his hands, feeling the magical touch of it fill him with a lightheaded release. He felt like floating away from the world when he smoked cigars. They were such a comfort, and they made him feel so proud to be a man. They made him feel like he had finally arrived. 

In his dream, he'd been a blond. Dirty blond hair. He had been looking into a mirror. The face was familiar but then it felt wrong somehow. It wasn't him. He was dark haired. And his body had been a shambles. Fat rolls in his early 20s? No fucking way. You had to do cardio. He rode his bike to work often so he could burn extra calories. He flexed his arms. He worked out, though not to the degree that he liked. He would like to train more excessively but he was putting in so many hours at work, it made it difficult. He mostly worked out at home with a barbell. 

Caden was thrilled. The day had gone so great. He had hit the ball every time he had been at bat. It hadn't always gone well but he had hit a ball at one point and thought for a minute it was the first time he had ever hit a ball to the outfield. But that couldn't be, with the amount of time he had been playing baseball. It had been since he was at least ten years old. His father didn't know a thing about sports so he had to rely on his coaches and teachers and other kids dads to look up to. To give him guidance. He remembered taking the initiative to asking his coaches for advice and taking it, being very careful to learn from his mistakes and to try to improve upon them. 

"Hey, I feel like celebrating! I think we're gonna really kick butt this year!" 

"Caden, you always say that." 

"Yeah, Caden. We never even make the semi-finals." 

"I think this year we will, guys." Caden's optimism for once was not irritating to his teammates. Many of them were warming up to Caden, even patting him on the back. In the back of his mind he thought it was wrong. They had never had this kind of camaraderie with him before, had they? He had been such a know it all. He frowned. He was remembering his dream where he was a bratty rich kid, some trust fund baby whose parents had money to spare. As if his dad had time to take off from the hardware store he worked to really even hang out with his son growing up. His dad was always stressed out about money, his mother was even worse. 

Caden loved nothing better than to relax with a cigar. Except having sex with hot girls who had a thing for baseball players. Fuck, he thought. This is the life. He rubbed his stubble. Since when do I have stubble? He thought about the mystery stubble. Did he have stubble before? He couldn’t remember having to shave a whole lot but he had been shaving every morning. It was as if something had…taken place.

YES, CADEN. SOMETHING HAS TAKEN PLACE.

“You’re in my head again, man.”

SORRY ABOUT THAT, CADEN. IT’S NECESSARY FOR ME TO GO THROUGH YOUR THOUGHTS.

“Man, I feel like we’ve talked before. I talked with you before, I know I did.”

YES, CADEN. I’M SWITCHING THINGS AROUND. HERE. LET ME JOG YOUR MEMORY A BIT.

Suddenly, Caden remembered his original personality and life, for a brief interval.

“Whoa. What. So…how could I have been that guy?”

YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOU WANTED. REMEMBER?

“Yeah. Yeah. No. I was drunk. What did I wish for?”

OH, CADEN. YOU WANTED TO BE RESPECTED FOR YOUR WORK ETHIC. NOW YOU HAVE ONE. YOU WORK AT A MENIAL HARDWARE STORE JOB.

“Yeah. Thanks? I guess?”

OH I’M HARDLY DONE WITH YOU. NOW THERE IS THE MATTER OF YOUR SCRAWNY BODY. WHY DON’T YOU GO TO THE GYM. IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO GET BIGGER, CADEN.

“Yeah, it is. Time for me to be bigger. I need to look huge. I want everyone to notice me for my body.” He smoked his cigar thoughtfully.

GO TO THE GYM, CADEN. THAT’S AN ORDER. YOU’LL FORGET ABOUT ME NOW UNTIL NEXT TIME. 

The next day, Caden went to the gym as if in a trance. It was a day off for him where he didn’t have to work, though he remembered for some reason that it hadn’t always been like that. He dimly remembered working in an office and being unhappy. Had that been a dream?

He lifted weights that day he had never been able to life before. Doing deadlifts was like some kind of sacred experience. It felt new and yet not new. He felt like he was on autopilot. His body had changed today. He was sure he didn’t have all these muscles yesterday. But that was impossible. Was he walking around just trapped in some perpetual daydream? He felt so foggy headed.

Another thought percolated in the back of his mind, slowly giving him awareness of another fact. He shaved in the morning, but for some reason he had to shave after he got home as well. What the hell kind of genes did he inherit? It had only been four hours. And he could have sworn he shaved this morning but it was thicker than ever when he got back home. He shaved again.

It didn’t feel familiar for some reason. He was desperate to work out some more. It was as if he had never worked out before and he was desperate for the feel of it, the experience of it, going through all the motions as if he had been reborn into a new, better body. He had already worked out this morning but he had to work out again. After going home and eating, he went to the gym that evening. 

Caden had a grueling workout where he maxed out his body as much as he could. He was exhausted. He needed food. He showered, noticing he was one of the only people in the gym this late at night. God, he was hungry. He looked in the mirror. God, he had to shave again. He felt like it was wrong.

I never had to shave before. Something happened. I was blond before. I had a dream where I was blond. Or maybe I was blond. I’m different now. I have to fight this! This isn’t me!

He was seized with a temporary panic that unbeknownst to him is all to common for participants in a reality shift. His mind was aware of how he looked before. He got a mini electric shaver out of his gym bag and did away with the thick stubble that had collected on his face while he had been working out for a second time. A second time in one day? Shouldn’t he be playing Fortnite?

No, that shit was for nerds. I would just be wasting my time, he thought. Man, I’m hungry.

Caden got some food at a Denny’s just down the street. He felt like celebrating for some reason. It felt like everything was changing. It felt like he had momentum. His body was on fire. He wolfed down a late night burger. He was super excited. He had a game tomorrow. Game time! Baseball time! God, he loved baseball. He didn’t remember loving baseball this much. Hadn’t he wanted to play it just to impress people? Imagine going around just being a poseur and getting your parents to get you on the team with a donation like some rich asshole trust fund kid.

Where had that thought come from? He didn’t know anyone like that. He shrugged. Time for a cigar, he thought. 

As Caden smoked his cigar in the parking lot, he felt better than he ever had before.

The stubble grew back insidiously. He could feel it. The harder he pulled on his cigar, the more it grew, like some merciless jungle foliage where no matter how much you hacked at it, there was always more. It covered his face and he felt it. The cigar high permeated his brain. He was on cloud 9. His stubble! God, it felt good to be a man with stubble. Thick stubble he could be proud of. He could grow a beard when he was only 13! God the fun he had had in high school. He used to be able to buy beer at the local corner store because he looked like he was in college by the time he was only a freshman in high school! He was a very popular guy back then. Everyone wanted to be his friend because he could get booze.

But that wasn’t the only reason. He had been so at ease talking with girls. Everyone wanted to be his friend. He knew how to listen to them and joke around at his own expense.

That never happened, he thought. The stubble grew in coarser. He rubbed at its sandpaper like texture. Sure it fucking did, he thought. God, it was so great. I loved listening to people and getting to know them. It’s not like I was better than them. I needed to understand.

Caden felt overcome with a humility he hadn’t felt ever before in his life. It was the humility that comes with not being born with privilege. He had struggled but he had not struggled alone. He always had a coterie of friends that saw him through his formative years. Through thick and thin he always had the same group of people.

Wait…wasn’t I always alone? And I never smoked anything. I thought it was disgusting.

The cigar in his hands was precious and sacred now. It beckoned to him. He drew in the sweet peppery aroma. God, he loved it. He loved being a cigar smoking MAN.

There was a part of him that wondered how he felt so unreal. Was this real? He was handsome, muscular, and a totally athletic stud. Mid 20s with the whole world ahead of him.

He needed more than all this, though.

AND THERE’S ALWAYS A PRICE, CADEN.

“I figured that, Mr. Voice. Are you gonna punish me or something?”

CADEN, CADEN. I’M MAKING YOU BETTER. DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO BEING A SNIVELLY, WHINY BRAT? OR DO YOU WANT MORE FOR YOURSELF? I’VE GIVEN YOU A NEW OUTLOOK. IT’S NOT EVERY DAY THAT SOMEONE GETS A COMPLETE REALITY MAKEOVER.

“So what’s next?” Caden said, chomping on his cigar. It felt so good to chomp on a cigar. He had been so jealous of everyone. He had been trapped in a bubble of his own pathetic insular thinking. He had protected himself from the emotions of others by ignoring them altogether. He had insisted on pushing the world away whenever anyone tried to give him advice. “I’m terrible. Oh god, everyone hated me.”

NOT ANYMORE THEY DON’T. ARE YOU READY, CADEN? FOR WHAT COMES NEXT. I’M GOING TO MAKE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO TRUST ME, CADEN.

“I trust you. Yeah. Let’s do this, Mr. Voice.”

ATTABOY, CADEN. BATTER UP. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Borrower Stone: Lazy Fat Days of Summer

 

You would never know it from looking at me, but I used to be a stud. I mean...I guess I sort of still am. Ah geez, who am I kidding? I'm like a tub of lard now!

"Oh my gawd! Haha! This is so funny! Dude, how much weight did you gain over the summer?" 

"Yeah yeah. I was working a lot, guys." 

"Dude, you used to be a beast at the gym! I guess you really just decided to laze out this summer, huh?" 

"I was actually working. I have a job now. So I uh...I have to get going. It's been great catching up with you guys." 

I high tail it out of there. I can't stand to look at them stare at me anymore. I used to be prime beef, a total stud. I'd take my shirt off and all the girls and even the guys would oogle me. I was a fucking sex magnet. A sexual object of desire for everyone. Now look at me..I'm fat! I have a fat gut! I have to cover up now. I tried wearing a T-shirt a few times and I got some looks I didn't recognize. Women giving me looks of...disgust. 

I'd never seen that look on a woman's face before. 

Now I spend every day in regret that I didn't move out sooner. I have a job now because that was part of the bargain you see. 

My dad arranged for me to get this job. He said it was the least he could do for me after...the incident. 

He had come into possession of a rock. A stupid frikkin rock. He said he had tried it out on someone else and he wanted to try something with me. Told me it was magic. He was all serious so I thought it had to be a prank. The way it worked was...you said what attribute you wanted from someone else but you had to agree to let them "borrow" it. Only they could borrow it for like forever unless you both used the stone to give something back. Only I thought it was a gag. We were on the beach and no one was around. I mean there were some beach stragglers but we lived near a nice stretch of shore that was more wilderness, wetland and estuary. We would take nature walks there together. 

So my dad brings me out there and he says what he wants is to take my hot muscular body for himself and give me his old fat one. I joked I didn't want to be old so he agreed to just take body fat percentage and muscle mass away from me, and trade it for his. I laughed and said yeah right. 

"I want to take Josh's muscle mass and body fat percentage and trade it for my own," he said, with the most curiously serious expression on his face. The look on his face was pleading. Like he expected a miracle to happen. This is sad, I thought. Someone has taken my father for a ride and sold him a supposedly magic rock. It's just a rock. He paid for a rock. I didn't know how to tell him other than to show him...

"Now Josh, you take it and agree to the swap. Go ahead," he encouraged me. 

"I agree to let you have my muscle and fat percentage and I'll take yours." 

A white flash enveloped me. I was suddenly stumbling. The rock went flying out of my hands. I fumbled in the sand the dirt grit, I stared at my arms and they were covered with what, a parka? No...those were my arms. I got up and stared at my father. 

Dad looked incredible. He took out a thong from his backpack and took off his now billowing pants. I realized the pain I was feeling was from a stomach that was now bulging. I was in agony. I undid my belt and gasped. I looked in horror at the mass of fat I was now holding. Hairy and jiggly. God, it wasn't solid at all! It was like a big water balloon! I couldn't stop touching it and...folding it. It was so gross and yet fascinating. 

"This feels really fine! Oh man, I am gonna have fun with this new body! Son, you just earned yourself an internship at an excellent law firm. Oh, look at these pythons! Fuck, I mean, look at me, son!" 

My eyes watered. The sun dazzled me. The sound of the ocean filled my mind. This wasn't real. This wasn't really happening. 

"I'm fat," I said, quietly. 

"And I'm fucking ripped!" My father posed before me, a muscle god, masculine and confident, and filled to the brim with life. 

"You look...incredible!" 

"All thanks to you and that stone doohicky!" 

"The stone...where's the stone!" I looked around for it, frantically. 

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere...you had it last and then you just threw it somewhere over here." He pointed in the direction I had tossed the thing, in my temporary fugue of confusion. 

I searched and searched through the sand and couldn't find it. I began to blubber. Blubber. I was MADE of blubber now. 

"Josh, Josh. No use crying over spilled milk. Look, son. I don't see it anywhere. But the body you've given me...it's a gift, son." 

I began to cry. My father just looked at me with a little bit of pity and there was something else. I think it might have been scorn. 

"Pick yourself up, son. It's time to go home. We've looked everywhere." 

"It can't be gone...my body...I'm a whale now!" 

He comforted me, got me in the car and drove me home. We talked about swapping out our wardrobes since none of my clothes fit me anymore. I went through days of hysterical grief mourning the loss of my cute, highly muscled, taut frame. 

Weeks later, I was working at a job where no one had ever met me before. I wore a tie to work. My father was getting compliments all the time wherever we went. I dressed from head to toe now while he wore these revealing outfits that showed off his new beach bod. He had been going to the gym and striking it up with new friends of his who marveled at his age and beauty. He was a silver fox now. And he got all the attention wherever we went whereas I was always overlooked. Women fawned over him and so did a couple of gay men, who ogled his perfectly muscled contours. 

One day we ran into Alesia. She was a girl I'd gone to college with. 

"Wow, Josh, you've really...changed!" Alesia was this girl from a Chinese Hawaiian girl with a slammin bod and bangs and she was wearing this hot little light blue dress showing off her curves. My libido had shrunk but I gulped as I saw her now. Alesia and I had a fling for a while. I went through so many women in college it was hard to keep track. 

My father also appreciated her lithe little body. 

"And who's this lovely young lady?" he asked. He introduced himself and they started talking like I wasn't even there. I was practically invisible now. I felt like I was hallucinating as she gave him her number. He said he was a lawyer and I was following in his footsteps. She said that was sweet and he told her that he could give her a free consultation sometime and she came up with some excuse to come see him for legal matters regarding her family. It was a lie, of course. She was simply overcome with daddy lust. 

They started going out a few days later. He broke it to me in a half kidding way that if they broke up, I might be able to get sloppy seconds. My dad had become cocky with his new muscles. He was always looking at himself in the mirror now. He was always checking himself out in public, strutting around with more confidence all the time. 

I was afraid to even go near a gym. He kept inviting me to go with him and I didn't want to. I didn't want to show up with my own father looking like a god while I looked like some fat slob. 

When he brought her home and fucked her that was it. I just wept in my bed and my fathers grunts became screams. Alicia declared him the best lover she'd ever had. 

I spend most of my time indoors now. I go to work and come home. I love food so much now it's sick. I guess I absorbed all of my father's food addictions. He eats real healthy now like I used to. I give in and eat pie while he looks at me with disgust and I slink back to my room while he goes running with Alicia, then comes back to make love to her multiple times all over the house. 

"Oh god, you're a fucking stallion! Fuck me, Robert! Fuck me! Oh god yes! Oh GOD YES!" 

"Oh yeah, take that cock, little lady! You take that big fuckin cock!!" 

I can't stand it but what else can I do? I sit here in the dark and just listen. At least I have a roof over my head and I always have fast food. Burgers and pizza and fries. My dad can drink all those health shakes and eat all the green salads but it's not enough for me anymore. 

As I sit here listening to my father fuck his college aged girlfriend, who used to be my girlfriend, alone and fat...a nagging thought comes into my head. Alicia is always screaming what a big dick my father has. She screams he has the biggest dick she's ever taken but...my father was never more than average. I mean I'm okay. My dick is average. Like father like son, right? 

I suspect my father never lost the Borrower Stone. I suspect he either still has it or got rid of it by giving it away. I went through his room one time and didn't find anything. 

I tried to confirm my suspicions by checking him out. He often peed with the bathroom door open now. My father doesn't feel shyness or self conscious anymore. 

I caught him. I caught him red handed or red dicked anyway. His cock was enormous. 

I tried to pretend like I didn't notice anything. He came out and pretended nothing happened but he wore the biggest shit eating grin. He was proud of it. He was hiding it, hiding how he'd stolen some inches of dick from some other dude. How did he do it? Did he still have the stone somewhere. 

"Dad..." 

"Now, son. I know you are probably curious but...curiosity is bad for some people. You might not like what I tell you. Now uh...you probably noticed I have...improved a little bit down there," he said, patting his enormous bulge, something else that had been hard to hide. I just didn't want to notice it before, I suppose. 

"Do you still have it?" I asked in desperation. 

"No. And son, if you want to lose weight, get into a goddamn gym. I'm sick of you moping around the house. Get outside. The world is for living!" He flexed his now wonderful muscles in front of me and said with a rather mean satisfaction. "I feel like a fucking king with this body. And if you want a body like mine, you'll have to earn it back!" 

"That will take years, though." 

"Well, luckily you've got nothing but time. I didn't take any of your youth from you."

"Just my girlfriend," I said, moodily. 

"She was NOT your girlfriend when I got together with her. But she is mine now and I don't intend on letting her go like you did. No, in fact...Alicia is going to be your new stepmom!" 

I stood there, unmoving. "Just tell me the truth. Why did you do it? Why won't you help me now?" 

"Because you don't deserve it. You coasted through college and do you have any idea what it cost me to get you in to begin with? The bribes I had to pay? You were always a little on the dumb side. Some lawyer you're going to make. You'll probably wind up as a glorified legal secretary somewhere. But look at it this way, son. When I did what I did, I wanted to teach you a lesson that nothing in life is free and you shouldn't take anything for granted. And you did, and that's your fault." He pointed a finger at me. I hated him. This was clearly abuse but he didn't care. "The stone's gone. You'll never get it back so if you want to lose some weight, you'll have to do it the old-fashioned way. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go down to that beach gym and work out in public. I like to show these babies off!" 

He smiled infectiously and waved his biceps in the air for me to watch, entranced. He patted me on the shoulder and left me there. 

Maybe one day I'll find the stone again. I am trying to decide tonight between chocolate and strawberry ice cream. I can start my new diet tomorrow...right now I need a pick me up. 

 

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The Borrower Stone: Big Fat Summer Bummer!

"Look at that face! Look at that cute widdle pudgy face! Come on, who wouldn't love that face?" Taylor was really pushing it, James thought. "

Cut it out, dude. You’re embarrassing me.” James seemed to be a little offended, even though he often pulled such juvenile antics around Taylor before, when he had the killer bod that babes loved. 

“Well now you know how I felt all those years bein a tub of lard! Haha! Geez, this feels great! I feel amazing!” 

“Yeah, who would have thought taking care of yourself could result in feeling good.” 

“Well I’m taking care of this body now. I’m getting lots of exercise...I banged three girls this week!” 

“Yeah...so...look dude, I think we should switch body types back. I let you borrow my body.” 
“Let me? Dude, look at me. I got jacked with all that hard work in the gym.” 

“Yeah, right.” James sneered. Taylor's face burst into a shit eating grin. He couldn’t contain his constant glee. 

“But no seriously...bro...I was just thinking. School will be starting soon and everyone is gonna flip out when they see the new me.” 

“Uh...w-what are you talking about? I said we could do this only for a few weeks, until summer ends.” 

“Yeah but that was before I started getting laid! I had sex, dude! Sex! I was a fat virgin before and now I’m getting all these hot babes just coming up to me and they’re like fucking GAH!” 

Taylor started dry humping mid air. He was so fucking horny all the time! His libido had changed entirely, and his attitude with it. “Dude I just can’t go back to being fat. You can lose the weight, can’t you?” 

“Lose the weight? That would take forever! That would take years! I was trying to get an athletic scholarship!” 

“Well then you shouldn’t have given me all this cool muscle, then! Look at me, I could like...be a model now, dude! When people look at me, they see a winner!” 

“Yeah and when they look at me, they see a fat loser!” 

“Oh yeah you’re really convincing me to swap my body type back and take all my old fat back, Look, dude. It’s easy. Find a hot guy with muscle and tell him about the Borrower Stone. Say you’re practicing a magic act and just get someone else to give you all the muscle and agree to take all your fat away and then it’s no problem.” 

“Ugh. Fine. This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s a reference. To a pair of comedians from like a hundred years ago and...I’m making geek references. Crap! I have geek stuff going through my head.” 

“Yeah, when I wished that you would be a fat geek instead of me, I mean...you really are a geek now,” Taylor said in awe. “But dude, at least you can do math real easy now.” 

“Yeah great. I want girls to drool over me again.” 

“Well I’m not giving you this body back...Jesus, look at me. I’m so fucking hot and I’ve got three dates lined up this week with three different women.” 

“Your life is an 80s romantic summer beach comedy and mine is a horror movie.”  

“Hey. How about we race back to the apartment together. Loser has to wash the dishes tonight!” Taylor laughed as he sped ahead of hos now fat buddy James. What he didn’t tell him was that he gave the Borrower Stone away to a friend of his. He wanted James to have to be fat for the rest of the year, and wondered how he’d react when they got back and discovered the Borrower Stone had “gone missing”. Ha! He’s gonna have to lose all that fat the good old fashioned way. Things are really gonna change for us this year! Everyone is going to see my awesome new body and be disgusted that he got fat. This is great, hahahahaha! Taylor laughed out loud as he ran blocks ahead and saw James looking disgruntled and miserable far behind him. He laughed and smiled. 

“I should take a walk on the beach to show off. I’ve only done that a hundred times so far but I never get sick of it!” he yelled back at his old body. He didn’t actually want to be there when James couldn’t find the stone. He wanted hours to go by so when he arrived James would be in a fury or better yet, crying over his newfound and inescapable girth. 

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Diary of a Muscle Theft God

 

I’m addicted and I just can’t stop.

It started off with just a taste. And then I was hooked.

I was living with an aunt of mine. Parents were dead. I discovered when I turned 17 that my heritage was not what I thought it was. My father wasn’t dead. He was just missing. Oh, and a GOD. As in a Greek god, and he was immortal.

You can imagine my shock, but the proof was already in the pudding.

I learned by my senior year of high school I had an ability. I could take from other men. I could take what they had. It started off with abilities. I really needed to pass a math test. I reached out and it was like I could see inside my tutor’s mind. He failed his test. I got an A.

I couldn’t believe how much I understood math. I was seeing the world in a whole new way. I began to, there’s no other word for it, see the attributes of others. I could sense their attributes. And I began to sense I was some kind of demigod. That I was going to rise and rise. So I took. A little bit here and a little bit there. I took a half inch from a guy I didn’t know that well but didn’t like much. I couldn’t believe it worked!

After that...I started stealing athletic ability. I became great at every sport. Several boys at school started to really suck at their team positions after working years to perfect their athletic goals. And I had them. I could dunk a basketball and hit a baseball. I could wrestle and run with a football. I had strategies in my head. I could outmaneuver most of the other boys. But I needed...a boost.

So I stole about ten pounds worth of muscle. I did it over a few weeks, and if anyone asked I said I had joined a gym. I hadn’t. I didn’t need a gym. I was a demigod, after all. I stole a pound from each male classmate. I began to really feel pumped. I woke up feeling better and better every day.

I started to skyrocket in popularity with my classmates, and especially the girls.

But, being a greedy little demigod, I wanted more. And being a closeted gay kid, I wanted to take and take and take everything I could.

I chose the man I wanted to be like. My coach. He was so beautiful. A paragon of manhood. I stole a few years from him. I thought he wouldn’t mind. I shot up in height and overnight I had a five o’ clock shadow. I still had a bit of a baby face. Girls were swooning. Guys were jealous.

My coach was so big and muscular and a perfect daddy. I wanted to look more like him. I stole a few pounds of muscle at first. Just enough to feel like a part of him was now inside me. It felt amazing. Better than anyone else I’d taken muscle from before.

I wanted more.

I stole five pounds one day. He definitely noticed. He felt fatigued by it. I felt like a million bucks. He was disoriented. I felt like climbing a mountain.

The next weekend I took five years from him. I couldn’t help it. I just took one year and another. I was looking in the mirror at my 23 year old self. I looked gorgeous. Brilliant. I looked like a MAN. I concentrated on him. I took more muscle. I took five more pounds.

Over the next few weeks, I was all anyone was talking about. I was growing a beard and I was becoming HUGE. I had gained 20 pounds of muscle  I felt like I was becoming the man I was supposed to. Everyone told me I was looking like a fucking STUD.

Coach was distracted. He was also losing his gray hair. He looked like he had a fraction of the gray he used to. He was 7 years younger, after all. He was excited to see me but I could tell the weight loss was perplexing him. I overheard him calling a doctor’s office when I passed by his office.

So I decided to confess to him what I’d done.

I went to his house and asked to come inside. I told him I knew he’d lost a lot of weight that he couldn’t explain and that I was responsible. I told him about my powers.

He didn’t necessarily believe me until I stole 20 pounds right there in front of him. It was orgasmic. I tore off my clothes and flexed my muscles, which were becoming engorged. He watched as I siphoned off the muscle directly into my body and his arms shrank. His legs contracted. I roared right there in his living room and took five inches of height from him. I was now taller than him.

Like a god should be.

He was freaking out. So I told him not to worry. I was going to take good care of him...

I told him about my plan. I told him it would work just fine if he did as I told him to do. He didn’t have much of a choice.

Before school started the next day, I took everything from him. I took 30 years from him. And all his muscle. He cried and I screamed in glory. I took so much muscle I thought I was going to explode! I roared and roared, drenched with sweat. He looked at me, the 17 year old version of himself, brimming with tears. I had taken too much. He was now a skinny twig of a boy at only 95 pounds sopping wet. I smiled and flexed my new body in front of him. 

 

Now I truly looked like a GOD. I LIKED being older. I liked having a graying beard. It's not like I couldn't just be young again by giving my years away whenever I wanted to.

As it turns out, he was definitely into older men. I took his asshole that day. I lost my virginity as an older muscle daddy GOD. I held his slight, wiry body up in the air and fucked him mid-air with my now engorged 9 inch dick. My dick had been 4 inches and that was unacceptable. So I took 5 inches from his former 7 incher. I’d left him with practically a nub at 2 inches and reveled in how big I now was).

The last thing I took was his facial features. I swapped faces with him, only now my face adorned his pathetic and meager frame. And I was now way more buff than he had been.

All the students the next day commented on how fucking ripped I was getting. Luckily Coach had been covered up for weeks with long sleeved shirts. And I wanted to show off how fucking huge I was. I had my former self transfer to another school and began my new buff life.

The good news was I loved my new life as a gym coach and I enjoyed fucking the kid version of the Coach. He was really getting into being fucked by a Daddy. Everything was as it should be.

Only...the thing is...

I still want more.

 

 

Entrapment Part 2

 

 

This...is so great. Look how big I am. And bald! I’m BALD! That is so COOL! I bet I’m like the only kid from my freshman class to be bald. Ha! My skin...my body...my muscles. I’m so hard all over! This is the greatest thing that has EVER happened to me! 

Okay, I should start at the beginning. My name is actually not this dude’s name, although I think I have HIS name now. So that’s super confusing. I’m Harper. But now I’m GREG. Okay...I’m not actually in my original body. My original body is a scrawny 19 year old D&D and Fornite player who never lifted a weight in my lifetime. 

Oh man, these tats are sick! I look amazing! So hot! Oh yeah, my story. 

So, I was a major geek up until like, a couple of hours ago. I got my friend’s dad to agree to entertain me and do a D&D game with us and I faked it after a while so we had to do a body swap spell. He repeated the words of the spell I gave him and the next thing I knew, we had actually swapped bodies! I should also explain there is this total hippy chick Clara I know, with a nerdy brother you used to hang out with. Anyway, they both told you that he was actually not your friend, but some huge bodybuilder instead, and he was stuck in that body. 

So of course, I didn’t believe them. She said she would give me the chance to do a body swap with her father Greg. I went along with it. 

I freaked out. I danced around. i flexed my muscles. And I realized my old body just staring at me, with a rather amused expression on his face. 

“Man, it’s so different being in your body.” 

“Uh...thank you?” I felt my chest, my heavy pecs, my bulging arms, my legs like a fucking rock. I was a stallion of a man now! I flexed, and tested out my big muscles for the first time. “Man, this is amazing. Thank you, dude! This feels great!” 

“No thank you, kid!” Greg in my body replied. The hippy chick with the long blond hair and glasses just smiled at me. 

“I...don’t get it. You’re not angry or anything?” 

“He knew about it,” she told me. There was something wrong here. 

“Wait. Why are you all staring at me like that?” 

“We want you to do something for us. See, my father and our family are magicians. We exist outside of normal reality. And we have our own laws. I know this is all a lot to take in. Just breathe deep.” So I did. 

“Here’s the deal, kid,” my former body started to explain, stretching his thin, gangly limbs. “God, you never worked out a day in your life! Have you ever HEARD of a gym? How about push ups! Anything?” 

“Hey! I should not be the one being criticized here. You wanted my body, obviously, so it can’t be that bad, can it!” So touche, magician dad dude. 

“My father was under a spell. He was under a sort of house arrest. He can only go to work and that’s sort of in another dimension. Long story short, you need to do his job for him. It looks like a regular office. It’s just admin duties. We can tell you how to do everything.” 

“You want me to go to your work for you? Doing...magic?” 

“We actually have computers and you like those...and nothing else judging from the size of these arms.” He flexed and made a face. “Kid, you seriously need to start exercising if you’re going to stay in my body. I know I’ll be trying to build this one up.” He frowned feeling up his...I mean my...bony yet flabby arm. “Not to mention the little gut you got going on. You’re 19! You should be getting sunlight and meeting girls, for crying out loud.” 

“Uh...I’m gay, number one.” 

“WHAT? You didn’t tell me I was gonna be in a gay kid!” 

“I’m 19,” I said smarmily. 

“Yeah, well you look 12!” Greg the former dad snapped at me. “Honey?” 

Clara just shrugged. “I didn’t think it mattered. This isn’t permanent. We need to explain this to him.” 

“But GAY? What if I’m gay now?” 

“You’re definitely going to be a bottom,” the nerd brother piped in. “I used to be a top Hispanic bodybuilder, by the way. Now I’m in this guy. You can imagine my joy in all this.”

“Okay, so we swapped bodies and I’m...straight now?” I tried thinking of famous women that I thought were amusing and intelligent and all I could think of was fucking them and yup I was straight now. “This is weird. I don’t like it.” 

“Me either,” my old body complained. “You couldn’t have found me any football players.” 

“We’re not friends with any football players,” Clara tried reasoning with him. 

“Because you’re both adopted, that’s why.” my old body said, sarcastically. 

“We are not. Look at Craig’s body. Look what Ragina’s spell did to him. She stole a lot of his potential manhood when he was a child. And she just made off with it, can you believe that?” Clara was really upset and she stared at me as if I had the answer. 

“The who did what now?” I said, utterly confused, because that was going to help. She moaned. 

“Okay, there is this sorceress. She turned my baby brother into a weakling at an early age. He’s gay but he grew up into a really effeminate kind of wimp. And she did this to hurt my father, who is a really important magician. So eventually she worked her way into the magician government and the next thing you know she’s accusing my father of a crime he didn’t commit.” 

“Why does she hate him so much?” 

“Because I wouldn’t date her. Ragina is a raging bitch dominatrix. That’s her magical ability. She turns men into her slaves if they sleep with her. I never wanted to be with her anyway but she was totally in love with me when we were kids. I didn’t want to be a sex slave so I said you should go find a submissive guy who is into that sort of thing who wouldn’t mind being your slave anyway. But does she listen? No. She wants to be with me. I mean I am pretty awesome. So I’m really gay now? How is this fair?” 

“Dad, being gay is not a bad thing alright! You always do this!” Clara yelled

“I NEVER SAID THAT THERE WAS ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT!” Greg yelled back at her. 

“Could you two save your fascinatingly woke argument for later? I just had my body swapped and now I’m huge. I have huge muscles. So I’m just going to leave.” 

“You can’t leave,” Clara told me. “House arrest.” 

“Oh yeah? Try and stop me.” I said, assured of myself in my new huge body. I was unstoppable! Look me, a veritable mountain of a man!” I walked through the door and got zapped by pink electric lightning. 

“Ragina placed a spell on the house,” Clara explained. 

“OH,” I said, on the floor. I got up, shook it off, got back up again and calmly walked back into the kitchen. I took a beer out of the fridge. 

“I’m having a beer, and you’re not legally allowed to drink anymore!” I yelled at Greg in my body. 

“I’ll drink a beer if I want a beer,” he said, folding his arms confidently. He was actually making my body look cool. Why can’t I look that cool when I’m in my body! 

“Okay, listen Harper,” Clare told me. “In your body, my father can find the person who framed him, okay? You just have to sit tight, go to my dad’s job on Monday and you don’t have to do a whole lot. We’ll go over the office job. My dad is a high level manager.” 

“Wait, so I’m like the Magic Boss but I’m also under arrest?” 

“Yes, because the Brothers of Magic and the SIsters of Magic are basically at war.” 

“Oh of course they are.” 

“So the Brothers believe my Dad is innocent. Ragina is influencing the Sisters now. So they support you at work and there might be a total gender split in the magician community if my dad doesn’t win his trial.” 

“I’m gonna go in your body now. I promise I won’t do anything gay. I don’t do gay things.” 

“Oh YEAH? I happen to know that body thinks THIS body is really fucking hot!” I said, taking off my shirt. I came over to him and nuzzled up close to him. “But then again, it wouldn’t be gay if you had sex with your own body, would it, Greg?” I bounced my pecs in front of his much shorter face. 

“EW! Men are so gross!” Clara was disgusted. I didn’t care. 

“Would you stop being a pervert in front of my daughter?” 

“Sure. Oh and by the way, you’re very popular on Grindr. A lot of guys like to be really aggressive with a HOT bottom like me so have fun, CHAMP!” 

“I am not doing anything gay,” he told me, smirking. He turned to his daughter, who was now only a year older than him. “I am not doing anything gay.” 

“As long as you find out who framed you, I don’t care what you do! Now go upstairs and start planning!” 

“You know, actually, I think I’ll go for a drive, now that I’m free and uh...free to explore the world again.” 

“Okay, but don’t teleport to Marrakech. Last time you had bowel problems.” 

“Should I know about that?” I asked. 

“Stay away from yams, shellfish, melons, most fruit, pinto beans and shrimp. You’ll be shitting rivers for days.” 

I stared at him. 

“Well, bye!” he said, leaving the house in my body. 

“He’s going to get laid on Grindr,” I told the Hispanic bodybuilder who was now a geek. 

“I don’t want to know what that is and no I’m not!” Greg said in my 19 year old twink body. He sashayed a bit as he said it. I noticed he was walking like me and had started to sound much more like me. He was walking like a fag now, too. Meanwhile, with my new bulk, I found it impossible to walk “girly” but was really getting into the spirit of being a hulking bigger man. I moved around like I was a BOSS! I noticed this, and started checking myself out in a nearby mirror. Well...hello handsome! The door shut as Greg left. 

“So..am I living here now?” I turned back to her. 

“Well you can’t leave,” Clara said, exasperated. “Come on. Let me show you to your room.” 

She brought me upstairs. Apparently they have a nice guest bedroom. It’s actually better than my shitty apartment. 

“Oh and my father has all these dumbbells and the barbell in here,” she said, showing me the home gym. “I placed another spell on you compelling you to exercise and eat right every day.” 

“What? Oh man!” 

“Come on! You get to live your fantasy. You can’t say you didn’t want this. Both the body swap participants have to be willing. I know you wanted to experience this so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone?” 

“Am I really straight now? What if I watch women and get...excited.” 

“Then do what you normally do and jack off! God, why is it this is all men think about!” Clara said, storming off. 

She left me alone to look at my body. My beautiful big body! It felt amazing! Now that I was alone to appreciate it...I think I was in love with my new reflection! 

I jerked off finally. I went onto sites on Greg’s history. The images would never have made me cum before but they definitely had me cumming buckets and it was weird. WEIRD. Jerking off to girls is weird but I take great satisfaction in knowing that he is going to be getting fucked in my ass any second now.