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  1. -“Hmm… spells to make a gay man straight… spells to make gay men straight… Definitely under Enchantments… “ -“…Ah there it i—OW! What the hell, what shocked me–” —“AH HA! Got you now asshole!” -“What? What do you mean “got me”?” —”Someone’s been trying to turn the university baseball team straight for days. So I looked up that spell book myself and put a curse on it… Then it was just a matter of staking out the library. But it was worth it; I got you asshole!” -”Ngh–cursed…the book–? What curse–?” —“Heheheh! I thought to let the punishment fit the crime, it’ll turn you into an exceptionally talented, exceptionally gay baseball player for the team; with your favorite position being catcher of course.” -“Nnn– but… RGH!…So hot… –b-but I’m just the library aide… I was pulling the book because someone put a hold on– Mmmm….– it…” —“…Wait…what?” -“I… said– … … NGHHHHHH–! ” -”…I said.. I was looking for someone to aid me in pulling off my clothes and holding me over the checkout desk…” —“Shit! If its not you, then I need that hold slip–! Err… well… it can wait a few minutes I suppose…”
  2. Ya know there are a lot of misconceptions about janitors, custodians, and maintenance workers in general. It can be a dirty job yeah, but its an honest living and at the end of the day I go home with pride in the work I’ve done. Especially so since I got this job at Transformation University. If this place isn’t cleaned and maintained properly there are all kinds of hazards that students, faculty, and visitors can run into. Sure, there’s sweeping and repairs and the like, but almost every other day I find discarded amulets, old PDAs with glitchy Chronivac programs loaded on them, lost magic lamps, or spilled potions of some sort or another. Ahh yeah, like this; this is what I’m talking about right here. You try to get the floor mopped in the showers and before you know it you’ve stepped in some muscle man potion slop that does this to you. But see, this is why I take pride in my work. Most people would think this a relatively benign or even beneficial bit of goop to slip on, no big deal. But the women’s volleyball team coming for practice tonight would probably disagree…
  3. “– It just seemed like a clear solution. None of you believed your education was an important part of your college lives. Lacrosse, Football, Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, Weightlifting, Swimming, on and on and on. Don’t you understand, your success and ability in these things will fade. Your education however, now that will last a lifetime…” “…But professor… its not fair… Those biceps are mine… Those abs are Dave’s…” “…A-And that dick you have w-was mine!” “And my good looks!” “And my height!” “And my– !” “Now now boys… As I said, I’m just hanging onto these things for a while to remove distractions until you are able to graduate… with honors of course. I’ll keep them safe and you’ll work /very/ hard in class from now on I’m sure…” “B-But–! Most of us are here on athlete scholarships, we’ll get kicked out if we suddenly suck…” “Hmm, an interesting point… and an interesting way to word it… I’ll tell you what, how about I make it so that while I hang onto your… attributes… You are each able to regain a bit of them temporarily…. Yes, that way you can continue your extracurricular activities, but will continue to work hard in school… Do you all agree to this?” “Yeah!” “Yes!” “Absolutely!” “We want our muscles!” “Ah, excellent then. Well the only way for you to copy the attributes back is with some of my current genetic material… Whoever’s first, get over here, and on your knees…” “…W-wait-wha– g-gross professor! …” “Oh please none of you need bother feigning disgust. The amount of testosterone I’m currently giving off versus what each of you has left… Well the imbalance would make it so each of you would drop to your knees and start sucking just by me commanding it…” “…Which actually, thinking on it, lets just get this shirt off and… I /DO/ command you ALL to GET on your FUCKING KNEES. LINE UP!” …whimper…mumble mumble…gasp…. moan…. “Good! And feel free to text your dorm mates and let them know you’ll be home late tonight. It may take a few loads for each of you to get back what you’re looking for.” #ZZIIIIP#
  4. Fuck! Ok, just think, think. I know I had it in my room this morning… I traded up my scrawny ass for all this muscle… Then what… Then I used it to get this slick new wardrobe… Designer label muscle tees are pretty much my whole future at this point. Then I was going to give myself a new car to replace my wrecked one… but I figured I’d wait and still carpool with Joey and his dad so I could tell Joey about it… When I got in the car Joey was all nervous like I was going to bully him until I told him about it and gave him the same stud treatment… Hmm… then he said we needed to work over our looks… Yeah, yeah that’s when we both got the faces of models… And that’s when Joey said how he felt bad for his overweight dad… Him and Joey’s mom separated a couple weeks ago… Joey still wouldn’t tell me why, he just got all embarrassed again when I brought it up… I think it must have been some kind of issues in the bedroom… I told him fine… But we pulled up to the school then so I said… We’d work on it this afternoon… DAMMIT! I left it on the seat instead of putting it in my backpack! Whatever, I’ll skip my first class and go get it out of Joey’s dad’s car. - …Out for his daily bike ride? Ugh, well I guess the fatass could stand to get a little exercise in… And either way, it wasn’t in the car so he probably picked it up when he saw I left it. I’ll just wait for him here– “…Were you looking for me Timothy?” Did it just get warmer out here? ... “U-Uh… h-hello Mr. Harris uh sir…” God Joey’s dad is built… That must be where he gets it from… He smirked at me, setting his bike aside and adjusting himself… “Now Pup what have I told you and Joey? Just call me Daddy…” My pants tighten as he squeezes my bare pectoral before reaching out and gripping the leash attached to my collar, pulling me down to the level of his manhood, visibly straining his shorts. “Now come inside… You know Daddy’s rules, if you miss class, you need to be punished…” I whimper with shame and excitement, as he presses my face to his manhood, I can feel the heat through the fabric and nod slowly. “…Yes Daddy.”
  5. When I found that rock yesterday morning I couldn’t believe it! When you held it in your hand and made a wish it came true! As a physics major it blew me away, I had no idea how it was possible but I’d run several tests last night and it absolutely was. I was debating showing it to David, my dorm mate, this morning. He’s thin, scrawny even, and pale as anything. He could be pretty good looking if he just took care of himself, instead he’s the stereotypical looking nerd… Sadly though his “nerdiness” only extends to his looks, not his personality. He’s kind of a dick and a pervert. He has two female friends that seem to only just tolerate him as part of their group. He talks down to people even though he’s not all that smart and when he found out I was gay he tried to act like he was okay with it, but I could tell by his face and reaction that he was a serious homophobe. He’s just a mess and his whole group of friends are a bunch of slackers who really could fail out any semester. With the rock though I could have changed all that; gotten him to focus more and treat people better, get his life back on track and maybe even help him get in shape… But now I can’t find the damn thing. David left pretty early this morning… maybe he saw it, I’ll text him. -Hey, sorry to bother; did you see a stone on my desk this morning? I can’t find it. There was no reply for several minutes, which was a little annoying since I know he’s always on his phone; finally it buzzed, he had sent a reply with an attachment. -Naw I didn’t see any fucking stone! Are you just fucking around over there? My homework had better be done when me and the gang get back! And I’ve told you: Don’t fucking text me! Just because you do my papers and I let you get your queer on and jerk off to me doesn’t mean we’re friends! Man, Jen and Sarah think you’re so fucking pathetic they can’t believe I put up with you, but fuck, I’ll send you one more if it’ll get you back to work. ... I set the phone on my desk, moaning, cock in hand, and pumping furiously… God Dave was so hot. Maybe if I get him an A on this he’ll let me watch him with the girls later…
  6. I don’t know what happened, but something is definitely up… Mike spends his days sitting in his room playing video games, only occasionally coming out to go to class, eat, or go work at campus IT. He’s gay, not that I care, nor would anyone really know since he never had any dates EVER, this entire year. Yet all of a sudden he’s bringing at least a guy a day back to the apartment. And not just whoever; really buff, REALLY good looking guys, like way out of his league. He seems to be screwing around with them all day now, I haven’t seen him go to class or work for… wow, weeks now… But his posted grades are all still A’s… Hmm what changed… what happened… …That laptop. I think he brought that back to the apartment to work on… That was the last time I remember him going in to work. He’s on that thing all the time… It can’t still be broken… What’s this? A sticky note? “Kazuki- Don’t be nosy. Don’t touch the laptop. -Mike” What the hell! Don’t be nosy?! Now I know something’s up, I’m way ahead in my classes; I’m going to sit on this bed and figure this ou–OUCH! Damn thing shocked me! Whatever, lets have a look and see what you’ve got on here. Hmm… Chronivac? Hey, that looks kinda like me… but somethings off… Stats… hmm… Height 5′6″? Weight 130!? I ain’t that scrawny! AP Physics?! Naw naw, I’m takin nutrition, health and fitness… Wait, HETEROSEXUAL?! This all needs to be fixed. -Several hours later, Mike returns home- “Hey Kazuki, I picked up dinn–WHOA! What are you wearing?!” “Hey Mike! Thankth tho much! That’th tho nithe of you!” “…Didn’t I leave a note on there saying not to touch that computer?” *giggle* “Oh yeah! Thorry! Do I need to be punished…?” Mike sighs and smiles, slamming the door. “I guess so..”
  7. After what sounded like hours and hours of rigorous fucking upstairs… American Dream (somehow Matt knew that’s what the hero’s name was now) came down. He walked awkwardly, rubbing his sore bottom as he moved towards the door. Before reaching it though, he spotted Matt on the couch and smiled, flexing his enormous muscles and playing with his junk a moment before giving a wave and stepping out… A minute or so later Eric came down and sat beside his somewhat frightened friend. “Mmm… I really needed that… Maybe you were right Matt, I was too uptight, too angry… I needed to blow off some steam…” Matt tried to speak but Eric seemed to have forgotten to let him, so he just listened… “Ya know, I just wanted to do nice things for people who were nice to me, but that made you so upset… I didn’t want that so I stopped… But then I thought of the people who had hurt BOTH of us, I could punish them. You wouldn’t disagree with me about that… But you did… So I didn’t punish them how I wanted to, I even made them happy! I just wanted them to not hurt us or anyone else again…” Eric sighed, he seemed genuinely sad and confused. Matt tried again to speak, but was still unable to; he gently placed a hand on Eric’s shoulder to try to comfort him. “…And then you call in a superhero to try to talk me down or fix me or something. What the hell was that, seriously. I was so mad at you I was ready to just erase him from existence… But you know what stopped me?" He looked up at Matt. "You… I knew if I hurt that muscle-headed idiot, it would’ve upset you…” Eric paused, tears forming in his eyes as he looked away from his best friend. “That’s when I realized, all of this power is pointless… it’s not fun… if you aren't my friend…” Eric shrugged off Matt’s hand and leaned in, giving him a tight hug. Matt was startled by the sudden gesture, but after a moment reciprocated; patting his best friend on the back reassuringly. “… And Matt, that’s why…” Eric sniffled lightly, rubbing his eyes, pausing his words for a moment. “… … …That’s why I’m so happy that you don’t think I’m getting out of control with my powers… The fact that you support me and all of the changes that I make is so important to me… because I want us to always be friends…” Matt pulled back from the hug and smiled warmly to Eric, nodding his head and gesturing at his closed mouth. “Oh! Sorry!” And suddenly he was able to speak again. Matt laughed. “No worries, I always want us to be friends too, honestly I don’t even remember what we were arguing about.” Eric gave a smile, wiping the last of his tears away. “…Really? Awesome…” Matt laughed and wiped some of the tears off his shirt. “Yeah man… Oh shit! I didn’t realize how late it was, I gotta get home. But want to hang out more tomorrow?” “Yeah, definitely.” Eric smiled as Matt hopped up and headed out; but as he opened the front door Eric called out to him. “Hey! Matt!” He paused looking back to Eric. “Yeah what’s up?” “… ... I know that ever since you became a fitness model, you’ve been really uncomfortable wearing clothes… Did you want me to use my power to try to help fix that or…?” Matt looked down his leanly muscled torso at his tight flat stomach before adjusting himself in his speedo. “Nah man that’s cool. I like being me.” He gave Eric his prize winning smile before slipping out. “…Alright… well let me know if you’d like a change… Hmm maybe more of a bodybuilder next time…”
  8. “…You called who?” “Listen Eric, you need to talk to people about your powers and these people will understand. I bet they can even help you use your abilities to do good things for the world.” Eric’s eyes narrowed. “I /am/ doing good things for the world, I don’t need you or them telling me what I should or shouldn’t be doing.” He stood up from his desk slowly. “What did you tell them Matt?” Matt backed up half a step. “I know I know, but it’ll be good to talk to someone in a similar situation right? A lot of people on their team have abilities too, they’ll understand; I mean they’re heroes after all.” Eric slid his chair out of the way. “What. did. you. tell. them. Matt?” “N-Not everything! Just a little so they’d send someone who could talk to you–” “Someone who could /talk/ to m–” #DING DONG# Eric spun around and looked downstairs then back to Matt. “I suppose that’s them then. You. Stay. Here.” Eric turned and went down the steps towards the front door, Matt tried to go after him but couldn’t move past the door frame. He just leaned out, looking down. Eric approached the door and peered out the peephole, then stepped back and burst out laughing, the sound made Matt’s blood run cold… Eric opened the door and– Matt tried to let out a wailing shout but he seemed unable to speak as well. Why’d they send him?! He thought. What were they thinking?! Eric smiled innocently. “Hello…? Can I help you Mr…?” “It’s Captain actually.” The red, white and blue hero replied. “We received a call to come check out a possible human with abilities… It sounded like a crank call but I was in the area anyway… Are you the young man that placed the call?” “…I am, my friend is upstairs.” Matt screamed inside, trying to tell the superhero to run or call for help, instead he found himself turning around and laying on Eric’s bed and closing his eyes, feigning sleep. Eric escorted the hero upstairs and spoke in a low voice, though Matt could hear perfectly. “Don’t wake him up, he’s very dangerous. He has the ability to control reality at will.” The handsome hero turned to Eric and looked at him more than a little unconvinced. “Mmhmm… That’s what you said on the call.” He pulled some sort of device off his belt. “They sent me with this, it’ll scan him and tell us what his deal is… if anything.” He pressed a few buttons then set the device on the nightstand pointed at Matt. “It’ll just take a few minutes.” Matt was able to crack his eyes open slightly as the hero leaned against Eric’s dresser and Eric sat down opposite him in the desk chair. Eric smiled and nodded. “Cool, would it be okay if I asked you a couple of questions while we waited…?” The patriotic hero chuckled and nodded, he got this all the time. “Sure why not kid.” Eric’s smile widened into an insidious grin, though only Matt seemed to notice. “There’s all kinds of rumors about where you came from and your powers… How strong are you really?” The hero laughed. “Pretty strong, not as much as some things but strong enough to move a decent sized car if I need to.” Eric appeared to go doe-eyed in wonder then his smile returned. “Wow I can believe that, you’re like what almost 300 lbs of muscle?” Matt’s eyes widened from the bed as the hero’s uniform suddenly ballooned out, his lean muscular frame replaced by one of a clear lifter and bodybuilder, but the man just nodded. “Yeah somewhere around there.” Eric smiled “And I heard you were actually born a long time ago and then frozen and that’s why you’re not super old.” Once more the hero nodded. “That’s a bit of an abridged version but true.” “Wow, if you were thawed out like 7 or so years ago… You must’ve been like 16 when you were frozen.” The hero’s face and body shifted once more from a grown man in his mid to late 30′s down to a buff young man of 23 or so. Once again the hero nodded. “Yup, pretty close to the mark again.” Eric smiled and seemed to hesitate a moment… but then he spoke. “Sorry if this is kind of personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want but… Do you ever get in trouble with the rest of your team because of all the modelling and porn you do on the side?” Matt’s hopes were dashed as he watched the posture and costume of the hero shift into a red, white, and blue muscle tee and spandex. A branded sweat band and baseball cap appeared on the hero denoting sponsors as the now young man gave a snort. “Naw it’s fine. Every once in a while I get a wisecrack but this is America, being a superhero doesn’t make money, so there’s nothin’ wrong with me doing some side work to pay for the good work I do.” Eric nodded in clear agreement before delivering the final blow. “Absolutely, absolutely…. I guess I was more referring to the rumors that sprung up from the /amount/ of /gay/ porn that you do… Reporters wonder if you’re just a nymphomaniac exhibitionist gay jock-slut who stumbled into superpowers…” Matt couldn’t watch, he closed his eyes for a long moment thinking they must have something to prevent this, something to warn them if something like this was happening… But when he opened his eyes, there was his hero… Clad in a red, white, and blue poser speedo and nothing more, save of course his sponsored merchandise… The “hero” seemed to just smile hungrily at Eric… He reached out and picked up the device on the nightstand looking it over. “Hmm… Well it looks like your friend is clean… I wonder then… why did you call me out here…?” He sauntered over to Eric, adjusting his overly full poser; Eric smiled innocently before reaching out and cupping the hero’s package. The “hero” let out a whimpering moan… “I think you know…” And suddenly Matt was laying on the downstairs couch instead of Eric’s bed, but he was still unable to move as he heard the two of them go at it upstairs…
  9. “Eric… Don’t you think that this is kind of unnecessary…” Matt had taken to speaking a bit more carefully and deferentially to his best friend. Without even looking as they walked, Eric coolly replied. “Oh really? Why would you say that?” Matt kept pace, he had tried walking slower to give him some time to talk Eric down but it hadn’t worked, if anything it just seemed to annoy his now god-like friend. “You’re kind of above them now… You can do anything, you can have anything. Why even give these guys a second thought?” Eric suddenly stopped, Matt froze; he knew he was standing on thin ice at this point, he had to be careful. “Who they are and what they’ve done are exactly why they deserve my attention. Random strangers I can understand…” He turned facing Matt, a look that combined frustration, betrayal, and a hint of sadness on his face. “…But why on Earth would you care what I did to /them/? They made your life as miserable as mine.” “It’s not them I care about, it’s you Eric! You’re going overboard with these powers. Having fun is one thing, but you’re ruining lives, I’m worried about you man…” Matt tried to be gentle but firm; Eric had made it so Matt would be the only other person aware of his abilities and the… changes he made with them… But that was something that could be easily taken away. Eric’s tone turned frosty. “That’s what’s important to you? That I don’t ruin their lives?” “…Yes, please. Let’s go home, we could do anything with your powers, why waste our time with this?” Eric turned away and was silent for a moment. “…Fine. I won’t hurt them the way they hurt me… But that’s the last thing you get to ask of me.” “Wha—Eric? What do you me–?” Suddenly Matt couldn’t speak, and Eric just continued on towards their house. Matt tried to shout but it was to no avail; instead he just jogged, trying to catch up. The three bullies were hanging outside on the porch laughing hysterically over some crude joke. Matt tried to move ahead of Eric but found he couldn’t do that either, and had to settle for just walking behind him. “Heh! What are you fags doin’ here? Out on a date?” The other two laughed. Eric gave them a wicked smile and suddenly they were all shirtless, though that didn’t seem to bother them. “Look at this homo, I think he’s checking us out.” “Yeah! What the fuck you little queer, you got a problem!?” Eric’s smile became flat. “I do actually, is that a problem?” One of them stepped forward, pulling back to take a swing at Eric. Matt flinched but Eric simply gave an annoyed twitch of his eye, suddenly the three stepped back together, now their pants were gone. “You loved calling people fags, but from now on you three are not only gay, you’re incredibly passionately in love with each other. You’ll never bother anyone ever again, you are far too focused on screwing each other…. So go… Get to it.” Wordlessly they stepped inside the house and closed the door. Eric turned away and Matt found that he could speak again. “…You said you’d leave them alone–” Eric whirled on Matt. “No, I didn’t! I said I wouldn’t ruin their lives! They will live them out quite happy now, which is FAR more than they deserve! And that is the LAST time you get to have any say in what I do!” Matt stepped back, pale in the face as Eric stormed off. This had gotten out of hand… He needed to get help…
  10. “Eric… Stop it, I know what you’re thinking, just let it go.” Matt looked from the two formal looking young men to his friend Eric who was currently giving them an icy glare. “Let what go?” One spoke up in an irritatingly nasal voice. “We just want to talk to you about your eternity! Your immortal souls! They are in peril if you go into such a place!” He opened his noodle-ey arms melodramatically, gesturing at the small gay bar he had stopped the pair from entering. Matt put his face in his palm. “I don’t like being preached to Matt… I just wanted to go get a drink. I really was just minding my own business this time…” Eric eyed the two now frowning men. “I know but that doesn’t mean it would be okay to wreck their lives dude…” Eric turned his glare on Matt for a moment causing a momentary chill to run down his spine. He looked back to well dressed pair and spoke through clenched teeth. “…Fine. Let us through, we just want to get a couple of drinks… Please.” Eric took a step and the second and quieter one actually physically blocked him from the door. “W-Wait!” He stammered. “You don’t want people to know you’re one of the disgusting people that goes here, do you? Everyone inside is going to go to He–” Matt just began opening his mouth but it was already done. Where the pair of annoying proselytizers stood were now a pair of handsome, if dull looking, male model types, the pushier one being suddenly rather shirtless. Matt gaped as Eric spoke up. “Sorry guys! This is just a bar, the closest gay strip club is almost clear across town.” Eric rambled off some quick streets, directing them to a rather seedy gay strip club downtown. The former talkative one put on a confused look then a pout. “Aww, I can’t believe it, I’m so bad with directions…” He eyed Matt and Eric, appearing to suddenly get an idea, flipping up the front of his shirt revealing his new ripped stomach, lightly running his hand over it. “If you guys showed us the way we’d be super grateful…” His partner put on a half grin, running his hand through his hair. “No. You guys were kind of assholes, you can find your own damn way or I’m sure some other random strangers to take you.” Eric stated flatly, walking past them as well as the bar while they stood looking flustered and confused. Matt quickly jogged to catch up with him. “Hey man, you didn’t hav–” “I was WAY nicer than I wanted to be. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, when the truth is I can do anything and no one would ever even know.” Matt paled a little once again but didn’t say a word as they made their way silently down the street…
  11. “No! No way! You’ve gone way too far this time Eric!” “Matt, will you calm down and stop being so melodramatic! How could you possibly be mad about this, I’ve fixed everything for him.” “Are you kidding?! You seriously can’t see why I’d be upset about this? He’s my grandfather, he was the head of my entire family, he helped take care of me ever since I was little, he- “ “He was dying! He was miserable! Laying in a hospital bed just waiting for it to all end! You told me yourself! I did this just as much for you ya know…” “Oh no, don’t you dare try and justify yourself by putting this on me. I told you I was sad, I told you that I wish he wasn’t so sick- “ “And now he’s not! He’s healthy as a horse!” “He looks ridiculous! Like a male model from the wrong decade!” “Look, his style /seems/ outdated but its only because I didn’t want to play around with his head too much; if I did then he wouldn’t even really be the same person anymore-“ “You’re telling me THAT guy outside is otherwise the same person?” “…Fundamentally yes… Just with a few improvements…” “You made him gay didn’t you.” “Well what does it matter! Your grandma passed away like a bajillion years ago, this is his chance to be happy again!” “…Eric, you’re really letting this get out of hand.” “You worry too much Matt… I could fix that for you if you want.” “Not funny…”
  12. Matt is totally over-reacting! I am not letting this power go to my head, I’m helping people and making them happier! If I’d known he was going to complain so much I wouldn’t have let him in on it. Perfect example! Our friend Brent? He was all gung ho about enlisting and he was going to start basic training next month after we graduate. He was always going on and on about it, all over facebook, all over tumblr, with awkward selfies and recruitment posts. And the truth was, he was kinda scrawny for the army, I’m pretty sure he was just trying to talk a big game and psych himself up to go. He honestly would have probably had a real rough time in boot camp. I figured, why make him have a bad experience when he was clearly excited about being in the military? In fact, would I really be his friend if I didn’t help do everything I could to make sure that he was successful in what he was doing? …Alright so I might have gone a little overboard, I’m willing to admit that. But in the end isn’t it the thought that counts? It was just a few tweaks here and there; making him a few years older than us, making him stronger, more masculine, increasing his confidence, these are all things that will help him in the field! And so what if I also made him like guys! So what if I made him a bit more dominant! I did him a huge favor and really it’s a small price for the rest of the package. Of course I made sure he wasn’t stationed anywhere too dangerous and all that either. Anyway, his parent’s are so proud of him and from these new pictures he’s been posting, he certainly doesn’t look like he would be complaining! (Thanks to some really awesome people in the community I think I've recovered all but 2 stories from my old tumblr Sadly the last part I wrote for this series is one of them but it seemed to be my second most popular set so I've been told I should get it back out there @[email protected])
  13. What goes around... comes around? This story was originally for one of http://amalianetwork.tumblr.com/ ‘s weekly challenges; I always wished I had participated in them more. Derek was dorky, overweight, and well… really kinda super ugly at this point… To hear him tell it, people had treated him like garbage all his life. Derek didn’t realize it but he’d only really been miserable for about a week… The curse I’d placed on him was just to have a bit of fun at his expense I suppose. “yTfr JyHg NfGpQw uSkOl NfGpQw” or loosely translated: “What goes around comes around,” that sounded like something he definitely needed. Derek isn’t the biggest jerk in the world, he’s actually pretty normal for the most part I guess; he just talks about other people WAY too much, poking fun at them mostly. Not to their faces of course (like I said he’s not a super jerk) but oftentimes to friends or other coworkers. Anyway, I have had the pleasure of being his best friend for about 14 years. We’ve hung out since we were in middle school actually and ended up sticking together through school then as room-mates, straight up to our current tedious office jobs. Anyways, I’d always been a bit of a dabbler in things occult and when I came across a curse that would inflict his mockery of others back onto himself, well… I couldn’t resist. The week started off kind of predictably actually, poor Phil from the office downstairs was hugely fat and the higher ups hadn’t ever seen fit to promote the guy. He came by to drop off some paperwork then sure enough by lunchtime, suddenly Derek isn’t in the cube next to me, now he’s downstairs and so overweight he had food delivered to him for lunch. The following days all went in a pretty similar fashion, I’d see Derek at the end of each day and could guess some of the things he had said: his thick glasses, his nasally voice, his weird face, his…bowel troubles (ick), it went on and on. The weight though was probably one of the funniest things, he’d go from being morbidly obese to rail thin from day to day, always talking shit about the other side I guess. So I like I said, he’s been dealing with this about a week and I think he’s learned his lesson so its about time to let him in on it. We went to the grocery store together Saturday morning like always, the only difference was Derek positively stuffing the cart with junk food, waddling alongside me today. “Hey… So I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something…” He looked up at me, squinting slightly before wheezing out in his shrill voice. “What? …Y-You’re not moving out are you?” I raised up my hands shaking my head. “No! No no no.” He let out a sigh of relief and continued back on trudging forward. “I just wanted to let you in on–” “Hahaha-*snort-wheeze*-Heh. Hey Alex, check this guy out!” Derek was holding up some workout magazine he’d grabbed up from the bookstand. “Look at this exercise homo! Just cuz he’s decent looking he thinks he’s somebody important. He probably spends hours on making himself look good every morning then I bet all he does is work out and get off on other dudes!” *snort-laugh* I laughed for a moment then suddenly winced, grabbing my head a moment (I guess you shouldn’t look directly into the curse…) then looked up and there stood the new him. “Wow… uh Derek?” “Yeah dude?” He placed the magazine back on the shelf and continued on. “So.. you know all that weird magic-ey stuff I’m kind of into?” “Yeah; that occult crap is so stupid and such a waste of your time bro.” My head hurt again a moment, looking back up at him, though nothing seemed changed… “Well I sort of… put a curse on you… and uhh…” He turned and smiled that weird too perfect new smile at me. “I know you tried to Alex, but you know I’m much better at that kind of thing than you.” He took a step closer to me, I backed up half a step while he continued. “So instead, this morning I thought it would be only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine.” “W-What? What are you talking about?” He took another step closer, wrapping one of his now large hands around my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue pressing into my mouth. I, of course, freaked out. It took some struggling (he was so damn strong now!) but I managed to pull away. Stumbling back, I tried spitting the taste of him out of my mouth. “What the hell! Sorry dude, but I’m not into fitness-junkie queers!” He grinned widely at me. That perfect sexy smile of his always made me melt and damn he knew it. I closed the distance between us, running my hands over his muscular chest, kissing up his neck and square jawline before finding his mouth. All the while, his hands explored my body, squeezing and caressing my back before trailing his fingers down over my six pack. God… sometimes I’d worry that we should be doing more than going to the gym and fucking, but times like these… “Mmm… Alex, lets hurry up and finish shopping. We still have to get in another 2 hours at the gym, Summer’s only 5 months away and you’ve barely put on any muscle.” I blushed but smiled back to him, he was right; I may be incredibly fit but I don’t really bulk up like he does, my build is much leaner than Derek’s but that’s alright; I love his muscles, I don’t need some of my own. We checked out, then headed out to the car. I loaded everything up then turned and saw Derek staring at some roided out douchebag jogging shirtless with his dog. That smile returned to his face when he looked back at me, probably noticing the sour look on mine. “Hmm.. Whats wrong?” His eyes widened a little then his voice had a teasing tone to it, like he was goading me. “Jealous?” “Hmph!” I scoffed at him. “Why would I be jealous of some muscle monster exhibitionist?” He shrugged, that teasing smile widening across his face again as he looked me up and down. I just stood there and scratched my bare chest lightly before placing my hands at my sides, smirking at him… “Whatever, I know you like what you see, just like everyone else. Besides I’m way bigger than that guy anyway…”
  14. A huge thank you to TheGreatStoryteller for finding a couple of my older works! And apologies for the white background with black font, I'm not sure how to edit that to the reverse... but anyways, enjoy Gym Confusion “The fuck are you looking at old man? If you want personal training, you pay at the front desk.” “My apologies… Actually I was drawn to you because I set my chronivac to let me know if someone else is in possession of one… or have I made a mistake..?” “…Wh-What–?! Dammit… Yeah, yeah I’ve got one but keep it down!” “No worries, no worries. I was really just here looking to maybe get a personal trainer, but I don’t know if it’s worth it yet… For now I really just want to make sure I’m using the equipment correctly; for example this machine over here, is this the right way to use it?” “Err… uh yeah, that looks right. You’re fine.” “… … You gave yourself that body and this job without actually giving yourself the knowledge to be a personal trainer, didn’t you?” “What?! No! Err… Maybe, but that’s an easy fix!” “Oh absolutely, absolutely. Here in fact, I can take care of that for you…” “Hey wait, you’ve got it on your phone? That’s okay I can do it myself–” “Pish posh… just a little adjustment… Ah there we are. How’s that?” “Err… I still don’t know how to use the equipment sir…” “Hmm that’s no good…. There, that should be a bit better… But it looks like you still don’t know how to use it… Why don’t you just go up to your manager and tell him you’re quitting and are working for me now?” “Quitting? …B-But Daddy, I–” “Now now, we both know you didn’t really take the job here to be a personal trainer. You were just looking for a place where you could get thoroughly plowed day after day, and you’ve gotten that. But working for me, you won’t ever need to fake your way through workout advice again… And I promise I’ll make you squeal like you never have before… Now go, I’ll be waiting in the car.” “…Yes Daddy.”
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