Connor had a great time at university; he had got drunk and
partied nearly every night and spent his days working out in the campus gym.
Although now that he had graduated, Connor regretted not trying harder at his
studies because employers don’t hire those who barely scraped a pass. The only
job Connor had managed to get was at a local office doing data entry, sure it
wasn’t exciting but Connor needed a job and the money. At first Connor didn’t
mind his new occupation, he was young and good looking and all the women fussed
over him, they would give him easier jobs, bake him treats and bombard him with
compliments. They made his job so much easier for him that he didn’t see the
point in bursting their bubbles and telling them he was gay. However while the
women at his work made his life easier the same couldn’t be said for the men.
Having a hot, young, muscular stud of a man move into the building and receive
all the attention from the women certainly put them on guard. To Connor it was
obvious that they were all jealous of him, while they were older, out of shape
and stuck in committed relationships he was the complete opposite, a young,
hot, single guy. Most of the men barely talked to him and when they did it was
to drop off work to his cubicle, Connor couldn’t believe how petty and jealous
the grown men in the office were and worst of all his boss seemed the most
envious of all.
1. I actually like both, if I HAD to put one above, it would be slowly and feel it. 2. That one is perfectly in the middle. Either. 3. Yes I would! Either can fit my fantasy, but I like the idea of variety over the years, with similar theme that is. 4. Sure, here are a couple:
When your belly is just too darn big to fit under the table – so you sit sideways on
My grandpa died a few weeks ago, and while I was helping clean up at his house I saw his big round glasses he sometimes wore, especially when he played santa claus during Christmas. Just for nostalgia sakes I put the glasses on.
I started to feel super strange and the room started spinning on me. I turned around and thought for sure I saw my grandpa. I smiled real big…till I learned it was a mirror I was looking at.
I somehow became him?!
In all of his santa self, huge belly, bushy pure white beard, balding head. It was….me now? What was I going to do!? I’m my own short fat old grandpa!
“You have to undo that spell! I can’t go borrowing my dad’s clothes for much longer, they’re already so tight! Heck, his shirt literally split on me 10 minutes ago!”
“Yeah, I know I said I wanted to get bigger, but I was not expecting to grow fatter, nor hairier for that matter! Heck, I’m looking almost 40 by now, and I’m supposed to be 23! How am I supposed to react?!”
“What? I’m not supposed to look older? You should check that spell out cause you certainly did something wrong!”
“What do you mean? Yeah, I’ve not stopped changing since we left from Jason’s place yesterday! I think I still am changing! I can swear those pants are gonna split off any minute now!”
“I don’t know if I can make it, but I’ll try, it’s just… I don’t have any shirt that could cover that… thing… that beergut. I look like a fucking ex-jock! I think even my feet are too big for my shoes now!”
“Alright, I’m coming! Let’s just hope those pants can hang on for the ride! They’re the last thing to fit me in this damn house!”
Stuck as Santa 