Mirror, Mirror

wesleybracken:

Commissioned by Anonymous

As soon as he heard the car pull out of the garage, the door lowering behind Howard as he drove off, Drew hurried upstairs. He’d been planning this for about a week now, but hadn’t had the perfect opportunity, but now Howard was out all afternoon, giving Drew plenty of time to work. He’d just graduated from college and was living at home with his parents, his job prospects grim. Drew had been hard pressed to find a job even for just the summer, when Howard, a neighbor, had offered him some cash if he helped him out around the house. Drew hadn’t been very happy about it—Howard had always kind of creeped him out, this old, fat, pipe smoking man who seemed to never take his eyes off him, but he paid him fourteen bucks an hour under the table, and so Drew had taken the job—and then he’d learned about the safe.

Howard, it seemed, was a bit paranoid when it came to his money. He didn’t trust it to a bank—instead, he had a massive safe in his study, which Drew saw every Friday when the older man pulled out a massive wad of twenties and gave him his wages. Inside, he saw piles and piles of bills—more money than Howard would probably ever be able to spend, and if Drew could slip away with just a bit of it, he’d be out of debt and living comfortably states away before Howard even knew it was missing. But there was a problem—the safe could only be opened with Howard’s voice and thumbprint, and Drew had no idea how to get around that little problem.

He might have never noticed it, if Howard hadn’t spilled the coffee on his shirt that day—the older man had been so embarrassed, he’d urged Drew to give him his shirt so he could wash it quickly before the stain set in the fabric, and gave him a different one to wear for the time being, before asking Drew to carry some junk up to the attic for him. He’d noticed the elaborately framed mirror leaning against the wall, but as soon as he walked past, something strange happened—the new shirt, which had been rather loose on him, suddenly felt tighter, and in the mirror, Drew gasped. He’d gotten fat, somehow. He’d grown a gut and two small moobs, big enough to fill out the shirt he was wearing, and worse, when he pulled the shirt off, his body didn’t change back.

Sure, he’d panicked at first, but he reasoned that it must have something to do with who had previously owned the shirt, since he’d grown to fit it so perfectly, and he’d snuck downstairs, gotten his own shirt from the washer, and back in front of the mirror in the attic, his own shirt thankfully restored his old body, good as new. Still, that little surreal experience had set the wheels in his head turning, and now he knew just what to do to get his hands on Howard’s piles of cash.

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“What do you mean he’s not coming back?” He said as he straitened up in his chair. “Grandpa certainly wouldn’t do this to me”
“I’m sorry son, but he has. You’re the old man now, cause he’s off in another country by now.”
“But WHY!? I don’t want be grandpa, he’s so fat and tired all the time. Please help me change back, you’re his best friend!”

“Well, looks like I’m your best friend now, cause you are you’re grandpa for good. Don’t feel so bad though, he’s been planning this for a few years, and he also said this isn’t the first time he’s done it. Looks like your grandson has actually been immortal.”

“He’s not the grandson and I’m not the grandpa!” “What am I gonna do?!”

“Do nothing,  just live out your golden years old man. It’s not all bad, you’ll get used to it. It seems you’ve already gotten used to it enough to be naked around the house.”
This revelation surprised him, he hadn’t even realized he was naked, maybe there was nothing to do but live these last few years out as his old fat grandpa.

It happened again! I was just minding my own business when I found that crazy goth girl on facebook again and decided to give teach her the error of her crazy ways again. I think it’s her that cursed me! First I got really fat again, but this time I got older as well. Sure I can lose the weight again, but how am I supposed to look my age!? It’s so weird that everyone around me thinks this is normal too. If that goth girl really is who did this to me, she’s seriously going to regret it.

Source: bigbellies

Roleplay

wesleybracken:

Alright, it looks like our little chat conversation from last week was the most popular, so let’s extend it a bit.

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DukeofDukes: Hey. I saw you were looking to chat.

Daddysboy34: Yeah, hey—what’s up?

DukeofDukes: Not too much. Horny mostly 😉

Daddysboy34: Ha, well that’s my favorite kind of guy. You want to RP?

DukeofDukes: Sure, I guess. What kind of RP?

Daddysboy34: Well, I love chatting up a hot daddy, while acting like a little sexpot boy for him to abuse, if that interests you. How about it, you want to be my daddy for a while?

DukeofDukes: Ha, well, I’ve never tried that before.

Daddysboy34: Oh don’t worry, I bet you’ll be a natural.

<Daddysboy34 has requested a video chat. Join in!>

DukeofDukes: I’m not really into cam chats.

Daddysboy34: Aww, come on daddy, do it for your boy, he wants to see you while you tell him all the nasty things you’re going to do to him.

DukeofDukes: Well dang, you don’t waste much time. Alright, I suppose.

Daddysboy34: Hmm, not bad, not bad. How old are you?

DukeofDukes: 28.

I know, not much of a daddy.

Daddysboy34: Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, I can help there. How about we make that 58?

DukeofDukes: You do like them older, eh?

Daddysboy34: Oh yeah, and hairy, with a big beard…yeah, you’re looking hotter already daddy.

DukeofDukes: What do you mean?

Daddysboy34: Oh shoot, I forgot I kept on the reality adjustment—hold on…

DukeofDukes: Oh holy shit, what did you do? I have a fucking beard, and I’m furry as fuck!

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