mcbaer:

Here’s a story commission that I’ve written for PoliceShrinker over at CYOC, I think you can figure out the central themes based on his nickname and the tags, hope you guys like it! If you ever felt like commissioning something yourselves I’ve added a new tab to my blog, I’ll probably be offering them for the rest of the summer.

The past couple days weren’t easy to get through for Will, ever since his former partner Peter announced that he was retiring, he’d been feeling pretty down. They knew each other for so long and Will was always aware that this day was going to come eventually, but when it finally happened he’d realized that despite everything, he might have actually expected the plump, older cop to somehow stick around their precinct forever. After all he knew Peter since the day he’d joined the police force, and it was him who had taught him pretty much everything he knew as his Field Training Officer and then partner for many years.

Even if their days together were already long over now, after Peter had decided to switch to desk duty after reaching his sixties a few years back, Will still couldn’t deny that whenever he came to work the sight of his old partner’s friendly, bearded face alone was always enough to lift up his spirits no matter how much of a bad day he was having at the time.

Will told himself that they could still try seeing each other outside of work. Was that why Peter had invited him over last night, was he looking for a chance to rekindle their old relationship? Could that really have been it? They certainly did have some history together… He was the first person at work that Will had the courage to come out to. And then, later down the line it also turned out that his widowed friend wasn’t quite as straight as he always imagined himself to be.

They had tried hooking up a couple times, becoming partners outside of work as well, but looking back at it now Will could clearly see just how absurd that whole idea was, in the end work was pretty much the only thing they really had in common back then. Every time they met in private and found out more about each other, about how their lives looked like off duty, that fact became even more apparent to him. They might have had a great time chitchatting about whatever in their patrol car or at the bar after work, but that had been pretty much it. At first Will couldn’t care less about the age difference between them, he always found the older, bearish types very attractive and Peter fit that bill perfectly with his shaved head, bushy goatee, round belly and the collars of his shirts always filled with peeking out, grey chest hair. But very quickly Will learned that being occasionally mistaken by strangers for his boyfriend’s son was going to be the smallest of his worries.

It was really tough to overlook just how patronizing Peter could get at times, often treating Will as if he still were that same kid he’d used to train many years ago, hardly ever like an equal. It didn’t take long before it started to feel like he was dating his father or a strict school teacher, not his closest friend with how dismissive Peter appeared to be in regards to his interests or life decisions. Sure, looking back at it now Will could see how being with someone who spent most of their time playing video games and was always quite reluctant to part with the computer screen, might have been a bit difficult, but it wasn’t like he was the only one to blame there. How could he have known that a regular, homely looking guy like Peter would want to take him out to the theater or opera what felt like almost every evening, even today it would have been a tough pill to swallow, let alone when he was still in his twenties.

Yet despite everything Will still felt like if they had another chance to go at it today, now that he was a bit older, more experienced and had a worldview a bit more similar to Peter’s, maybe it would have worked out better. Perhaps that was the reason why he’d been in so much distress over Peter retiring, like he was still subconsciously hoping for the two of them to somehow get together again and now that ship was about to sail for good.

Fortunately it turned out that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way, and entirely unexpectedly Will found himself receiving a phone call from Peter that very same day. He told him that there was something very important they both had to discuss and that he would like Will to meet him over at his house as soon as possible.

Will was so relieved, until that moment he had no idea he still harbored all those feelings towards Peter, and now he finally had a chance to find out where he stood at and whether they were in any way reciprocated.

But in the end that night only provided him with more questions than answers, Will couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something really off had happened at Peter’s place. He recalled having this peculiar feeling in his gut from the very beginning, from the moment he had pulled over next to his house. At first Will was almost certain that he’d gotten the address wrong but the rest of the street looked just like he remembered it from the few years back. Peter’s cozy, modest looking house on the other hand, had vanished and in its place stood this incredible, jaw-dropping mansion. How could he have possibly been able to afford something like this? Had he won the lottery or something? Will recalled wanting to ask him that when he stood at his doorstep, still feeling relatively unsure whether the door was going to be answered by his friend, or somebody completely unknown who just happened to move in there in his place.

Fortunately it was in fact Peter, standing there in an expensive looking suit, with a large, wooden pipe sticking out of his bearded mouth. Before Will even had a chance to say hi, Peter took a healthy drag off his pipe and blew a huge cloud of white, fragrant smoke straight into his face. That was pretty much the last thing he could remember with any sense of clarity from that day, everything afterwards seemed so foggy, as if that cloud stayed there floating around his head for the entire evening.

If he focused hard enough Will could call to mind some of the memories of what happened, but those were nothing more than just brief, random, scraps or simple, chaotic thoughts. There was Peter dressing him up in some suit which he said he had bought for him specially for this  occasion. It looked almost exactly like the one he was wearing, just as extravagant, perhaps couple sizes too big in certain areas. Will would have normally been quite  irritated by any kind of suggestion regarding changing his clothes for anything that Peter might have prepared. But oddly enough he explicitly remembered himself agreeing to do it without a second thought and then acting all grateful for it, like it had been the greatest gift he’d ever received.

The next thing that Will managed to recall was the two of them having a dinner together, they sat around this tiny, round table and as they ate Peter kept leaning on forward and patting or rubbing Will’ belly as if he was expecting it to somehow miraculously grow in size and fill up his clothes. Even as he ate Peter refused to put out his pipe, keeping it right next to his plate all the way through their meal, lifting it up to his mouth between each bite and then showering Will with that sweet, milky, haze it produced.

Will couldn’t believe himself, why did he just sit there letting Peter blow smoke right into his face for what must have been hours without even mentioning it to him a single time? All the way through he behaved like it had been a completely normal thing to do. He hadn’t as much as asked Peter when was it that he’d taken up smoking. That was almost as weird as the whole house thing, throughout all the years they’ve worked together Will have never seen his partner with as much as a cigarette, and now suddenly that pipe wouldn’t leave his mouth for even a single moment? He’d gotten soaked in so much of his pipe fumes that he could still faintly smell them even today.

However at the same time Will couldn’t deny that somehow, the stem of that pipe looked so incredibly natural between Peter’s lips, like he’d been used to seeing it in there for many years already without knowing. It went so well with the rest of his appearance too, that suit stretched over his plump, hefty body, his long, luxuriant, silvery white beard. Those things really showed off his advanced age, but at the same time Will couldn’t possibly imagine himself thinking of Peter as feeble or senile in any way.

On the contrary, the way Peter looked at him that evening betrayed so much confidence and boldness that he’d never seen in his partner before, and oddly enough it was a real turn on for Will. He couldn’t explain why, but seeing Peter like this must have awakened something inside him, something that he had no idea even existed.

He kept on stealing glances at Peter’s package, his bulge was so clearly outlined by the thin, fabric of his pants and worked on Will in a truly hypnotizing way. Even now he felt an urge to crawl down between Peter’s thighs, open up his fly and swallow up his juicy cock whole. Why didn’t he ask Peter if he could when he was still there? It was obvious he wouldn’t have minded, seeing how he constantly teased him with it, opening his legs wide to show it off, occasionally giving it a rub with a lewd smile on his face.

It was like he wanted Will to do it, but instead he had just sat there acting like a braindead zombie, gawking at it blankly almost the entire time. As a matter of fact it was his own crotch that might have received even more of his attention than Peter’s that evening. His memories were particularly foggy around that event but Will was certain that there had been this one time when he too had opened up his legs, perhaps in an attempt to return one of Peter’s inviting rubs. But what had happened shortly afterwards was a complete blank for him, only thing that had remained in his mind was this profound sense of loss mixed with an even deeper, unexplainable arousal.

What the hell happened to him that evening? He’d never behaved like this before. Will remembered feeling so worried as he drove to Peter’s house, he knew that it was probably the last and only shot they had at getting back together and yet at the same time he wasn’t even entirely sure whether he actually wanted that to happen. One thing he was so afraid of and wanted to avoid at all cost was the two of them getting into one of those fights like back in the day, like the one after which they broke up and Peter requested to be transferred away. That would have meant a definite end of their relationship in any form.

Did that fear trigger some sort of an emotional breakdown in him? Or was it some bizarre allergic reaction to all that pipe smoke he must have involuntarily inhaled? Either way, thankfully Peter appeared to have turned a blind eye to his strange behavior and even invited him over for another date the following day.

****

Will knew that he had to go, if only to at least get his old clothes back, if the rest of last night wasn’t strange enough, he randomly found himself laying naked in his bed the next morning without any memory of ever driving back home. His car was there in the driveway though and even stranger, the suit he got from Peter was meticulously folded together and hanging from his clothes rack, something he probably wouldn’t have really cared to do if he had returned home so drunk as to black out completely like he just did.

Normally Will would have put more thought into trying to figure out what had happened but the back pain that suddenly awakened him in the morning was so intense he couldn’t care less about anything else. That ailment ran in his family and didn’t exactly come as a bit surprise. His grandfather often complained about his back problems, and so did his dad as he got older. But being in his thirties Will always hoped that he still had a few years to go before having to suffer from it, clearly he wasn’t so lucky.

Maybe it was that same thing that got him last night which had kicked it off, he really wasn’t feeling all too well today in general as a matter of fact. Even though it had been his day off Will woke up completely drained out of energy, not only with a radiating pain in his back but also all his other joints. It got slightly more bearable after he had tried walking a little bit around the house and swallowed a handful of painkillers but he still felt so tired all the time that even the prospect of losing his bathrobe and dressing up seemed like a big stretch, let alone going outside for his date. Maybe he should call up Peter and ask whether they could meet another day once he feels better. He would definitely understand, wouldn’t he? At his age something like this must have definitely happened to him before.

If that wasn’t discouraging enough, Will discovered that he must have went so overboard during their dinner yesterday that now all of his clothes simply didn’t fit him anymore, not even his police uniform. That was just the strangest, if they only had been too tight around his waist then perhaps he could have attributed it to his appetite or maybe even them shrinking up a little bit, but that wasn’t all. While Will found it simply impossible to button up his pants, no matter how hard he tried, he had also noticed that they appeared to be slightly longer than they were supposed to, their ends resting loosely over his feet, like he’d lost a couple centimeters without even realizing it. That made no sense whatsoever, Will shook his head and tossed them aside, he will have to figure it out later.

Will examined his belly in the mirror but it didn’t look all that different, maybe a little bit bigger, somewhat rounder, with a slightly thicker trail of hair running across it, but it wasn’t like he ever paid much attention to that. One thing he knew for sure was that he will have to work that off extra hard during his next visit at the gym. Even if in his current state he probably wouldn’t be able to make it even to the lifting bench.

Will was so glad that it was his day off at least, it would have been so embarrassing to show up at work in this state, complaining about his aching body, having no strength to do anything whatsoever, barely managing to get inside his clothes. Getting teased about this by everyone at the station was the last thing he needed right now.

Will glanced at the suit, was he really going to wear it again? He remembered it being way too large for him last night, so it should probably still fit him today, or at least do it better than anything else that he had in his wardrobe. It smelled so strongly of Peter’s pipe smoke, Will couldn’t quite put a finger on what this scent might have been, but it was so soft and sweet, and always made him feel really calm and blissful whenever he caught a whiff of it. Before he knew it, Will nearly forgot all about the pain and exhaustion he experienced only a moment ago. They were both still there, but he found himself completely used to them, and they didn’t bother him nearly as much anymore, as if he was much older than in reality and had years upon years to get accustomed to them.

The moment that thought appeared inside his mind, something changed in him. Wouldn’t it all have been so much easier if he’d only been a couple years older? Maybe not quite as old as Peter but… even if he were, would that have been so bad? Will looked down on himself, his body completely naked save for the shirt he had just begun putting on, the scent of tobacco growing more pronounced the longer it rested on his shoulders.

Suddenly Will found himself imagining his body growing older. He glanced at the reflection of his belly in the mirror and saw it slowly protruding on forward. For some odd reason it was so mesmerizing to watch as his moderately sized gut grew rounder and rounder, ballooning out to such an immense size it nearly looked like he’d swallowed an entire beach ball pumped to its limit. Combined with his gradually decreasing height it looked almost cartoonishly huge compared to the rest of his shrinking body. All the hair covering it sprouted out thicker and longer as it happened, its colour gently transitioning from brown to grey with some last few specks of pigment in between, until it eventually reached near perfect snow white.

Will saw the same thing happening to every other strand of fur on his body, all of it had lost its colour so quickly it seemed like it was never there. Or that it was gone for so long already that any memory of it had already evaporated from his brain. Will couldn’t deny that there was something that he actually liked about it, something that made this look feel oddly natural.

In the back of his mind Will knew that he should be finding all of this petrifying, he was starting to look like furry, santa claus dwarf with truly gargantuan gut that constituted nearly the majority of his body.  The reflection shifted in front of him like in a dream, telling him that this was exactly what he was going to end up looking like one day. He knew that he would never let himself go like this, grow some enormous ball of lard where his stomach was supposed to be, but at the same time there was something he found surprisingly arousing about it.

Will had no idea why all those changes overtaking his body were starting to turn him on. He watched as the sleeves of his shirt began to fill in, before they were hanging rather loosely from his shoulders but now they suddenly became an exact fit, as if someone chose their size to perfectly show off his big, sexy, chubby arms.

Sexy? No, that… that wasn’t right… Will moved his arm slightly and saw the material stretching over it, outlining its form. It was so big, nearly as big as what his thigh used to be, nearly the size of Peter’s arm. Peter… Will shuddered, only now realizing just how intense the scent of his friend’s pipesmoke managed to become before he took any notice. He was starting to feel exactly like he did back at his mansion, experiencing that same kind of a horny, blissful buzz that made his head swim.

Warning lights began going off inside his head, Will didn’t want the same kind of blind stupor to overtake his mind once again. It was becoming increasingly difficult to think, and he knew that he had to do something about it. Ever since he’d woken up it felt like he’d been in some kind of a bizarre daydream that was steadily turning into a terrifying nightmare. Why didn’t he notice that sooner? He was aware that something strange was taking place, but had no idea whatsoever just how strange it really was. Like he had woken up from one dream, without realizing he was still inside another.

But now it was all becoming clear. Peter, his house, their evening together, those clothes stinking of smoke, his own blind, overwhelming attraction towards him, none of that made any sense. And the longer he thought about it, the more apparent it was that they couldn’t have been real, that this wasn’t the real Peter, that something must have happened to him.

Why was it only now, when he was on the verge of losing it completely again that he could see it for the first time? Will looked back at the mirror, at the tiny, fat, decrepit, old, body it showed him and wanted so much to find it gross and repulsive, to not crave it, to not desire it with every fiber of his being.

It was too late, whatever happened to Peter and had changed him, was happening to him now and he was powerless to stop it. He couldn’t explain how, but Will knew that what he was seeing in the mirror was his future. That this was who he was going to end up as, and not in a couple dozen years, but within moments if he didn’t do something about it.

Will had no idea if stopping it was even possible, he could barely convince himself that he should be attempting to do it. He watched as the legs of his reflection covered up with fat, ankles bulged out and its thighs grew to a mammoth like size  He tried not to feel aroused by what he was seeing but he knew that was beyond him, he was too far gone.

His gaze moved upwards and reached his crotch, he expected to see a huge, raging hard on sticking out between his legs, judging by how turned on he was, but instead found only a thick, bush of grey hair with his genitals nearly completely invisible underneath. Will gasped in shocked and began frantically combing away at his pubes until he found them, or at least what had remained of them. They were so tiny and miniscule it seemed almost like they weren’t there at all. He could barely spot the head of his cock even while knowing where exactly to search for it. Instinctively Will knew that his cock would never get hard anymore and hadn’t for many years already, and the worst thing was, that aroused him even more.

He didn’t want to look any further, Will knew that every next change he discovered pushed him further down this spiral of insanity, he knew that if he were to see his new face it would be all over. There was no doubt he would find it so irresistible that any hope of changing back would be gone.

If only there wasn’t so much of this smoke everywhere… if he could get a single breath of fresh air to clear up his head… maybe then he could somehow snap himself out of this. Where did it all even come from? Will was sure that none of it had been there a minute ago, and now it was like Peter was towering directly over him and showering him with the fumes from his pipe again. No, there was even more of it now than back then, Will closed his mouth slightly and realized that there was something between his teeth, something long and solid. He instantly knew what it was but was too afraid to look at it directly and find out for sure.

It wasn’t just his reflection anymore, it was happening for real. Will could feel its stem with the tip of his tongue as he watched the billows of the smoke it produced pouring out of his mouth. Thoughts were racing inside his head, it couldn’t have just appeared inside his mouth out of nowhere, he was either going insane or something absolutely crazy was happening here.

As if by an old habit Will locked his lips and sucked on the pipe, he felt its smoke rolling around his mouth, coursing through the throat towards his lungs and instantly he found himself feeling much calmer. It always did such a good job of calming him down, didn’t it? William was so grateful that Peter had given it to him all those years ago, he recalled that it took him a while to warm up to it, but nowadays it hardly ever left his mouth anymore.

Without a second thought he did something he was so afraid of only a few moments ago. William lifted his gaze and looked at the reflection of his face. He was old… but of course he was, why did that surprise him? He was well into his sixties. Still, it was so strange, on one hand William knew that he’d seen that face over and over before, hundreds of times in his bathroom mirror every morning, every day of his life as he watched it gradually changing and growing into what it was now.

But at the same time, it somehow felt so painfully unfamiliar, like it was all wrong, like it wasn’t supposed to be there, at least not yet. That crown of sparse hair around his head, the full, white beard it connected to, even though he loved the way they looked, William couldn’t shake off the impression that they were all completely alien to him.

He didn’t like feeling this way, it was so much better earlier, before all those doubts have arrived. William took a deep drag from his pipe and watched as his already puffy cheeks swelled up further, a wave of calmness swept over him right away, but it didn’t last very long. The moment all of the smoke he exhaled had drifted away from his sight, the awareness that something simply wasn’t quite right came crashing back, even stronger than before.

He was starting to remember, there was someone else, someone younger and much taller, single, slightly chubby, a police officer, his name was Will… it was… it was him, the real him! No, that couldn’t have been true. William shook his head and locked his lips around his pipe again. He had no idea what was going on with him this morning but he wasn’t planning on wasting any more time on that nonsense. He knew very well who he was, a retired art dealer in his late sixties, married to Peter, the most wonderful man he had ever met and now he had much more important matters to attend to. He sighed and got back to finishing dressing up.

Subconsciously he knew that just a little more of the smoke was all he needed to take care of all those pesky, confusing thoughts. When he was nearly fully dressed William sucked on his pipe and watched as the ash inside the briar turned bright red, he expected to be able to taste its fumes any moment now but instead something strange happened.

As if on its own, his hand suddenly moved and flung the briar far away across the room in a single swift motion. William was surprised by what happened but it was nothing compared to the shock he experienced when he looked at his arm. It didn’t make any sense. It didn’t look like it was supposed to at all. It was so much more youthful than what the mirror showed him, but at the same time it couldn’t have possibly belonged to that police officer who relentlessly kept on popping inside his mind, it was almost somewhere in between. His hands weren’t quite as furry as he expected and all the hair still had plenty of colour in it but his fingers were already starting to acquire a bit of that pudginess which he loved about them.

The rest of his body looked exactly the same, he was so much thinner than he should have been, if not for the fact that he appeared to be more than a full head taller than what the mirror showed him, all of his clothes would be hanging so loosely over his frame that it might have been next to impossible to even spot his belly. It was still pretty big, but nowhere close in size to that massive gut he took so much pride in.

The hair on his head had some speckles of grey in it, but aside from the large, bald spot at its back it was still pretty much there. Something was happening to him, he was changing and shrinking, as if he was only now starting to grow older. Why didn’t he notice that before? But he did… didn’t he?

William grabbed his head and doubled over in pain. No… that wasn’t his name, Will corrected himself, he remembered everything once again and knew that he had to get out of there. He turned around and looked at the pipe laying across the room, the ash that spilled out of its briar was starting to go out but it still gave off a ton of smoke. Will watched as it slowly drifted upwards and gathered under the ceiling, forming a large spiral. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was as if the thing was actually alive as it seemed to have noticed his attention straight away and started swirling faster and faster in his direction.

His instincts told him to run and he instantly bolted outside of his bedroom, barely managing to slam the door behind his back before he heard a barely audible thud as the grey, foggy snake that chased him slammed into its surface.

Will stood there perfectly still for a couple more moments, partially because he was too afraid to move but mostly in an attempt to catch his breath. It appeared that the older him didn’t care much about staying in shape, even that short sprint was enough to send him gasping for air.

When he thought he had began feeling a bit calmed Will started examining himself again. It wasn’t a dream, he really was older and shorter, not as old as what that thing inside his pipe was trying to turn him into but he had to be at least in his early or even mid fifties now. Will didn’t want to believe this, he unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear and wanted to scream, but instead found himself letting out a faint moan when he saw just how small and shrivelled his cock was looking already. And it still only continued to turn him on even more.

Suddenly Will head the ringing of his phone, he was so surprised he rushed towards it and picked it up without giving it a single thought, he should have gotten that idea sooner, he had call for help! However it quickly turned out that the call was going to be anything but helpful.

“William? I had a strange feeling just now, I hope everything is okay. You do remember about our date this evening, don’t you my love?”

Oh no… Peter seemed to be completely gone, but he still had to warn him, tell him about everything, about those pipes…

“Peter! You have to listen… something had happened, I… I can’t really explain it but…”

Before he could finish Peter interrupted him.

“Ah, it’s you Will…”

Somehow he sounded close to disappointed.

“I was afraid that might have been the case… I’m sure you are feeling really confused right now. Why don’t we reschedule our meeting? Let’s not wait till the evening, why don’t you come over right now, doesn’t that sound much better?”

No, no, no… it was happening again, his first instinct was to nod his head in agreement and get inside his car! Peter’s voice was even worse than all that smoke, did he know what was going on? He had to reason with him somehow…

“No, Peter, it’s the pipes… they did something… they…”

It was becoming so difficult to articulate his thoughts, a moment ago he was certain he had figured everything out, but with every next word he heard from the speaker, Will was becoming increasingly less certain of that. Peter sounded so calm, was this whole thingl really a cause for concern? Will had thought it was but…

“Of course, the pipes… I can tell you’ve managed to somehow lose yours Will, I’m sure you are really gasping for a smoke right now, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I have a brand new one for you right here. Come over as soon as possible, okay?”

Something told him to hang up and say no, but the impulse to follow Peter’s words was even stronger. Will knew he was probably right, he really was feeling rather disconcerted right now. it had to be because he had missed out on his usual morning smoke. Of course… everything made perfect sense again, William smiled and nodded his head.

“Certainly my love, I’ll be on my way.”

****

William slowly got out of bed and began packing his pipe. His back was giving him even more trouble than usual today, perhaps he might have overexerted himself a little last night. He was really quite impressed by just how virile his partner had remained despite his advanced age, Peter was a couple years his senior and yet he never failed to give him an intense workout every night. William wasn’t quite as fortunate himself and could hardly remember the last time he’d seen an erection sprouting from his crotch or at least could see his cock clearly underneath all that bush he had growing there. Still, he didn’t mind that at all, in fact thinking about it being so small that it was barely even there at all really excited him, almost as much as whenever Peter playfully teased him about its size during their time together, he was always truly ecstatic to assist his lover in any way he could whenever he felt the need.

He looked at the clock and figured he should probably start getting dressed, he would hate to keep Peter with their breakfast on the table. William puffed on his pipe and began sifting through their wardrobe. He was nearly ready within a few minutes but no matter how diligently he looked, he simply couldn’t find his sock garters anywhere.

It wasn’t all that uncommon for him to forget things at his age, especially recently there was a number of times he’d recalled feeling really confused, however thankfully Peter was always there to clear things up for him. Still, he wouldn’t want to trouble him with something as inane and trivial as this, William kept on looking. And sure enough a moment later he spotted a medium sized box that looked like it was almost stashed away at the very back of the wardrobe. Did he accidentally put them there? William bent over and hauled it out onto the carpet, opened its lid and… found himself remembering everything once again.

Those were his clothes, his real clothes! But… why did Peter keep them there? Maybe he was just mixing things up again…. No! He had to focus! He didn’t have a moment to lose… every time there was less and less of him in there. Will pulled out his clothes and threw his pipe in their place, slamming the lid of the box shut before he inhaled any more of the smoke.

He looked at them for a moment, thinking about putting them on, but there was no way they were going to fit him now. He had to be more than a whole foot shorter than before and probably twice as wide. Will knew that he still had to keep them though, they were going to remind him who he really was after he escaped. He hurried outside, rushed across the corridor, only one more corner and the front door was going to be in his sight, but what Will found instead was Peter standing at the base of the stairs.

A single look at his face was enough to tell Will that he knew everything. This had happened so many times already, every now and then something would remind him of his old self and he would try run, but it always ended the same way, with him forgetting or Peter catching up to him and making him forget.

“William are you alright my love?”

No, he couldn’t listen him, couldn’t let him get any closer. He was wrong before, Peter didn’t fall prey to whatever was changing him right now, he was the one doing it to him. Will learned more after each attempt but it always cost him greatly, as he woke up every time in a body that was even older, smaller and more decrepit than what he remembered. His beard was already full of grey and the top of his head nearly bare of any hair, soon there wasn’t going to be anything left to remind him that he wasn’t supposed to be this passive, old grandpa with a microscopic cock.

But he still had a chance, he wasn’t going to allow Peter to get inside his head again. Will turned around and hurried back to their bedroom, he was going to call for help, if he stayed on the phone and focused on his old clothes maybe he could somehow make it till somebody arrived. He blocked the door, turned around and… realized that the phone was gone.

“Did you forget about the last time you tried calling someone Will? Of course your old friends didn’t remember you, just like you won’t be remembering them once I get inside that room, but I still had to make sure you won’t be causing any more trouble.”

That was it, he had lost, again. Will could already smell Peter’s pipe smoke creeping inside the bedroom through the crack under the door frame, some more of it was leaking out of the box that he trapped the pipe in. It was only a matter of minutes now before he will open that door on his own volition and will be ready to do anything Peter asked of him.

Will was crushed, he felt like he was going to burst out crying, this was probably last shot he had and he had wasted it, now he won’t be himself ever again.

“Why are you doing this to me? I loved you, I really did Peter, I thought so did you… how can you torture me like this?”

Will felt tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I… I didn’t want this either. I really didn’t know this was going happen Will. They told me that it was going to make my retirement easier, let me have this house I always wanted, a loving husband too, but I had no idea this was going to be you…”

Peter’s voice was slowly beginning to crack.

“I tried so hard to fight it earlier, but that thing, it just takes over whenever I resist and I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t want to lose myself, but I don’t want to lose you either…”

Suddenly Peter saw the door starting to open, revealing William standing in front of him with a pipe in his mouth, he was already nearly half a foot shorter than a moment ago when he ran inside that bedroom. Thick billows of smoke were rising from his nostrils as every last bit of colour drained from the fur on his face and his belly swelled up a truly massive size. What took Peter days to accomplish was now happening in front of his eyes within seconds.

William smiled and walked up to him, pulling him into a long, passionate kiss as they both exchanged the smoke from their pipes.

“You won’t ever lose me, I will always be there for you my love.”