Drew had been surprised to get the call. He’d been arms deep in homework, trying to dig his way through Social Studies, when his phone had lit up. It was his buddy, Irving, asking him to come to the bank. Drew had no desire to go at all, but Irving had been pretty insistent about wanting to see him, so Drew had hopped on his bike and told his parents he was running out to return a video game.
As he was locking his bike up to the rack outside the bank, Drew was happy to see his friend Jonah ride up on his own bike.
“Hey dude!” Jonah said, unclipping his helmet. “Didn’t know you were here. Irving ask you to come too?”
Drew jiggled his bike to make sure it was properly secured. “Yeah, he just called me. D’you know what he wants?”
“No idea,” Jonah said. “But that’s his car, right?” The boys looked over at a beautifully detailed Mercedes-Benz parked nearby.
Drew let out a low whistle. “Maybe I should be a banker when I grow up.”
Drew and Jonah stared at the expensive automobile, and though neither verbalized it, they both knew they were wondering just how the heck they were friends with Irving. Drew and Jonah were just two regular middle-class teens trying to make it through public school in one piece. Irving was a handsome, silver-haired banker in his late 50s, the owner of a 6-bedroom house in the town’s wealthiest neighborhood. And yet, they were best buddies. Both Drew and Jonah had fond memories of Irving, in a full three-piece suit and tie, making the game-winning catch at their last rec baseball game two weeks before.
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Bruce had a long day, his job was basically of him traveling around the state doing tasks for the varies branches of the company he worked for. Not that he minded, he liked to travel and the job kept him busy. Being a 100 year old warlock he would often find himself bored so doing this helped. But on days like this, dealing with incompetent rude people always took a toll on him, which is why he decided to treat himself to a night out. He was currently in some town in California, pulling up to a colorfully decorated gay bar, But when he stepped inside he kinda wished he chose a different place.
As soon as Bruce walked in he had different pairs of eyes on him, the younger college aged eyed him, judgement in their eyes, no doubt wondering why a man who looks to be in his forties and who’s a bit on the stocky side when come into a club like this targeted to younger gay men. Bruce ignored them, he just wanted a drink, not like he was going to hit on someone to take back to the hotel, so he pushed forward, and made his way to the bar, where a tired looking bartender, looking to be in his early thirties greeted him. “Hey, what can I get you?” Bruce tells him his order, watching the man go off and prepare the drink, setting it down to him before he’s dashing off to the end of the bar to serve another customer.
“Poor guy.” Bruce mutters, drinking from his drink. As the night goes on Bruce just sits there observing what’s going on around him. The bartender, Charlie, turns out is a pushover, on the phone telling his employee it’s fine they can’t come in, no doubt thinking they can handle the busy night’s workload. A guy at the end of the bar he learned name was Callum, was clearly trying to get himself out there, the shy guy flinching slightly it seemed when anyone looked to approach him, fidgeting in his seat when a group of guys came up, clearly knowing their presence was making the timid guy uncomfortable. Bruce would use his power, but he made it a habit to try and not get tangled up in human affairs after a few bad mishaps.
Though that control quickly dwindled down when the group of three men moved on from bothering Callum to him. The blonde slim guy, clearly the ring leader of the group of three, seeming to get off being a pain in the ass. “Aren’t you uncomfortable being here with no one your own age around old man?” he laughed in such an obnoxious nasally way that Bruce had to take a deep breath to not throttle the guy. ‘Keep calm, not worth it.’ He remained silent, even when they kept on pestering him, that was till the blonde guy, Jason, ‘accidentally spilled his drink all over Bruce. “Oops” he said in a false innocent tone, his friends laughing behind him. Bruce stood up, easily towering over the smaller man. This was what Bruce was afraid of, getting pissed enough that he’d use his magic on impulse, which often lead to others being affected than just his target, but in that moment he didn’t care, he wanted to wipe that annoying cocky smirk off this assholes face.
He took joy in seeing Jason get uncomfortable under his intense gaze, allowing his eyes to fill with magic and shine as he releases a wave of magic from his mind alone, knocking back Jason into his two friends arms, the entire club getting exposed to the magic before Bruce can reign it back in. ‘Worth it’ he thought watching Jason beginning to transform in front of him. The slim toned man expanding like a balloon and tearing out of his clothing as his fatter form becomes to much to hold it in. Jason’s handsome face becoming wrinkled and withered as he ages, his blonde hair turning grey then white, clumps of it falling out and leaving him partial bald, face growing out a thick white beard, the former handsome man now nothing more than an obese 70+ old man, lifted up by his friends who transformed themselves in the process, the pair no looking identical, both becoming fifty something burly men themselves. Now Jason’s two sons instead of his friends.
Bruce was sure to add to Jason becoming a pure cock slut bottom, on top of looking like a old man, one that loves sucking his boys off as the other one fucks his fat ass. Smirking when Jason turns to his former friends and starts feeling them up, the pair guiding their new father to the back, no doubt to satisfy his needs. Leaving Bruce to see what he’s done to the other bar goers. Doesn’t look like the others have gone through too much a drastic change, not like Jason and his goons. The others seem to just gain a variety of alterations. Some more muscular than they were, others packing on a few extra pounds, sporting guts that poke underneath their shirts. Some seemed to just get hairier and older, more of them now looking around Bruce’s age ‘Better than I expected.’ Bruce thinks, turning back to the bar to finish his drink. When he turns back around he sees what his magic has done to Charlie, Before Charlie was a semi in shape guy, had a nice toned body, clean shaven face and hair was a mess. Now though the guy his massive, his black tank top seems to be painted on his buffer body, thick tufts of chest hair poking over the collar of the shirt, his squared massive pecs outlining the front of it showing off his pierced nipples also sporting a trimmed beard, his messy hair shorter and combed back, ears pierced with two diamond studs. He watches Charlie grab the phone, and yelling into it in a thick New Yorker accent telling his employee to get their ass down there or else their fried before hanging up
Bruce then casts a glance at the shy guy from before Callum, the man looks a lot like Bruce now, more muscle than Bruce has, standing up from the bar and sauntering over to a random guy, clearly oozing with confidence as he freely flirts with the guy. Bruce smiles into his beer, least this incident had better out come then his past outbursts had. He quickly downs the last of his drink. “On the house bud.” Charlie says with a wink, sliding a napkin with his number on it to Bruce who takes it and pockets it. Yeah definitely a better outcome than the last time he thinks.
Lucas was just finishing up in the locker room after practice, and he was the last one out today–he’d been caught chatting with coach on the field for a few minutes, and most everyone was on their way back to the dorms by the time he’d gotten in and started getting out of his uniform. He’d just gotten into his shorts and shoes for the walk back to his room, and was getting his shirt, when he realized someone had been watching him this entire time.
It wasn’t someone he recognized–certainly not anyone from the team. He looked even too young to be in college, actually, but maybe he was a freshman who’d gotten lost. He was peeking around the corner of the locker room, and just…staring at Lucas there, in a way which was making him immediately uncomfortable. “Uh…can I help you?” he asked.
The young man didn’t seem upset that he’d been caught peeping, but his face did flush with excitement. “You…It could be you…” he said, and stepped out. Much to Lucas’ surprise, the young man was completely naked. His face seemed young, but the rest of him was very well developed–lean and muscled, with a massive cock hanging between his legs. Why in the hell was he naked? Sure, it was a locker room, but he didn’t belong in here.
“What the fuck man, are you some fucking faggot?” Lucas asked, and stood up, “Stay the fuck away from me.”
The young man didn’t approach, just stood there, cock swaying. “I would never–not yet. You need to Wake Up first.”
The young man was speaking at a normal volume, but the phrase “Wake Up” seemed to multitudes louder than anything else the young man had said, loud enough that Lucas swore he could see the room shake around them.
“Yes, it could be you! You have to Wake Up daddy! Wake Up! Wake Up!…”
Lucas tried to cover his ears, but the force swept over him all the same, and to his terror, the room was coming apart like an earthquake. The boy was still screaming those two words over and over again, and the ceiling was crumbling, it was going to crush him–
Luke jolted awake with a start, panting, in his recliner, and looked around the room. Where was he? It looked like a fairly normal den, he supposed, but…but he’d just been in the locker room! How had he ended up here? Then he looked down at himself, and the questions only compounded.
This wasn’t his body. Sure, in another 20 years or so, he might have looked something like this, with the soft gut and thick thighs, the low hanging balls and fuzzy belly, but…but this wasn’t right. He stood up and went to turn around, and there, in the doorway, was the boy.
His boy.
His…his son.
His naked son, with that…that big fucking cock of his swinging to and fro, and he could fucking taste it, yeah, that…fucking boy cock felt so good rammed down his fucking throat, and his son loved making his daddy moan like a fucking whore…
Luke shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “Where–what did you do? Take me back there! I…This isn’t right!”
“Oh daddy–you know how dreams work! Once you wake up, you can never go back. I thought you might be one, and I was right. I’ve been searching so long daddy, and I finally found you.”
His son advanced towards him, and Luke backed away, but he…wanted to touch him so badly, to please him, to…to satisfy him. Teach him. He was just a boy after all, he had so much to learn.
His boy stopped a few feet away, his cock hardening. It was so fucking big, just staring at it was making Luke’s stomach growl. “Come on daddy–come make your son happy.”
He should. He shouldn’t. His knees shook, but refused to buckle. “I’m…I’m you’re fucking father boy, and…and you’re going to make this right. I don’t know what you did, but fix this right now.”
His son frowned. “Don’t be silly daddy–you can’t go back. You’re Awake now.”
“No! No, this has to be the dream–you did…something to me boy, now fix it!”
The boy smiled, “I want to be reasonable daddy–but if you think this is a dream…then maybe you need to Wake Up again.”
The room sloshed, and Luke lost his balance, one foot…falling through the floor like it was mush. “No boy, not–”
“Wake Up daddy! Wake up if you want, but I’ll always be here.”
Like before, the words had tremendous force, and the walls of the room began to sag around them, Luke’s feet sinking into the carpet. He tried to crawl out, but like quicksand, it was sucking him down, and the last thing he saw before it swallowed him up, was his boy leering down at him, and his massive cock leaking cum like a faucet.
Lou lurched over, fighting off the dream, his body sweating and shivering in terror. Still, he tried to cling to it, but it was fading quickly, and within a minute, it was lost, aside from a vague sensation of drowning. Good–he didn’t want to feel like that again, he never wanted to feel like that. He heaved himself up from the bed where he’d been napping, feeling his fat body settle around him, scratched his ass through his briefs, and waddled over to the bathroom to relieve himself.
It sucked getting old–everything hurt. It felt like just yesterday that he was young, a promising athlete, running and jumping and–
He started to shake again, and felt like he might throw up. No–no, he didn’t want that. He wanted to be old, and feeble, and…and hungry–but hungry for what?
“There you are, Grandpa,” his grandson said in the doorway, naked, his massive cock hard as a rock. Just staring at it filled Lou with such fucking lust, but his old cock didn’t get hard anymore–but he didn’t need to get hard to make his grandson happy. “I need you real bad, I’ve waited so long.”
“Well, you can wait a bit more–Grandpa has to pee,” Lou said with a chuckle.
“No!” His boy shouted, “No! Now! Now, or I’ll do it again, I swear I will!”
He didn’t quite know what his boy meant, but the threat filled Lou with terror all the same, and he got down and started sucking his grandson’s cock, the boy roughly fucking his face, slamming his huge cock down his old throat, but it felt so good. He tried to hold his piss, but couldn’t–and emptied his bladder into the front of his briefs, feeling it run down his hairy thighs and pool around his knees…but it didn’t matter. Keeping his grandson happy was most important. It was his dream, after all, and he never wanted to wake up ever again.
“I’ve told you, Scott, we’ll switch back when I stop having fun,” Clint sighed, staring at the young man now trapped in his elderly body. It was a little strange seeing the body he had lived his whole life in from the outside but he was definitely enjoying his second shot at youth. In many ways he thought Scott was even more handsome than he’d been and with people far more willing to be open about their sexuality he was having a lot of fun using Scott’s body to seduce a number of his female co-stars and fans. There were probably some morality issues involved there but did he really give a crap? Of course not.
“That’s not a real answer, dad!” Scott croaked angrily, his eyes wet. This hadn’t been easy on him, having his body and youth ripped away from him, but he’d been an obnoxious teenager and an even more arrogant young man. This was probably karma biting him in the ass for the poor way he’d treated his father all those years but it didn’t make it any easier to accept. “It’s been two years now! This is enough, I want my body back!”
“It’s been two years and I’m still having fun,” the older man replied dismissively, shrugging his shoulders as he turned away from the disappointing body he’d left behind to check out his current residence in the mirror. Maybe certain areas weren’t quite as large as what he was used to but he certainly wasn’t complaining about having firm muscles again and so much more energy than what his aging body provided. “Now if you’ve finished complaining I’ve got a date to get ready.”
Scott’s jaw pushed out in anger the same way it always did when his father flaunted what a good time he was having in his younger body. “Who’s the girl this time, huh?” He knew all too well that his father had seduced a good number of women over the past two years and given him a reputation in the film industry as something of a womanizer. It was frustrating for Scott, having his own career being driven ahead by his father and not getting a say in it.
The cocky smirk that Clint fired back only made Scott even angrier. “I never said anything about it being a girl,” his father pointed out. The shocked expression that crossed the other’s face made Clint burst out laughing. Even after all this time he was still able to get under Scott’s skin – although hadn’t he already done that quite literally too? “You millennials are so open to give anything a shot once so I thought why not?” he continued, beginning to strip out of his shirt to show everything he had taken from his son, “Who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy playing around with another guy’s junk. I’ve certainly had some fun with yours after all! See you later, old man. Don’t wait up, the chances are I won’t be home tonight… or for a few days!”
Awwwe that’s right pretty boy, didn’t expect me when I showed up at your door did you? Guess you shouldn’t have made all those shitty remarks, maybe you’d still be that cute 20 year old athletic boy, lesson gotta be taught ma’ boy. Couldn’t resist it went I slammed you to the bed, oh yeah, you love my cock in you.
What’s that? It feels like it’s growing? Oh, well that’s because yours is shrinking. Yeah I’m gonna take what I want from you boy, hard to believe I was 50 when I walked in here, gotta be at least 35 now. Awwe, what? Having a hard time figuring out how old you are now? Well my boy, your about 35, and one hairy fucker too, bet that will take time to get used to . Don’t worry, once I am done, I have literally fucked the brains, beauty and a decade and a half outta you.
Guess you would be more careful in the future, but you aren’t gonna be smart enough, I promise. My gift to you is that of a daddy bear rent boy, that’s how you will make your money from now on.
I have to keep completely still here as a nude model, but I feel like everything is kind of shifting on it’s own. My body feels weird. Nothing freaky better be happening to me. I did hear that the old lady who insisted I be her classes model got into some real weird black magic stuff. But I’m just a poor young college student, so a chance at another $100 modeling gig is something I just don’t pass up. …..but….something is wrong I can tell. I’m scared to find out what it is.
Stuck as Santa 