Prints In The Snow

Prints in the Snow

The biting winds grazed the youthful skin, lips cracking in the cold. In that moment, he felt as if he was frozen over; thoughts hazy, heartbeat slowing to a crawl. How he wished that was actually the case, as the man whom he was facing was staring back with those deep and solemn eyes of his. 

“I’m sorry, Jerett. You knew for a while now that this wasn’t going to work out. I wish one of us could have torn off the bandaid sooner than this, I’m sorry I let it fester for so long.” The man spoke up as his gaze softened before turning away. “I wish you the best in life.” He added that as he walked off, down the snow-covered sidewalk in those brown boots that Jerett had gifted him oh so long ago, leaving footsteps that tainted the perfect white canvas of winter, footsteps that Jerett didn’t want to acknowledge as tears began to cloud his vision into a blurry mess. The combination of his fuzzy earmuffs and the chilling breeze silenced even his own quiet sobs from himself, completely unaware that he was even crying to begin with.

A shrill fizzling and static noise filled the air of the office meeting room. The door opened and closed as Jerett glumly walked inside to find his fellow intern crouched onto the ground whilst fiddling diligently with an old cathode ray tube television. The man glanced up from his spot on the carpet before standing up to his 5’9 height once he realized who it was. A wide smile broke on his face as he turned to face Jerett, who was the same height.. “You made it!” He said with open arms as he walked towards his coworker before leaning in with a hushed voice “Look, I know we’re just interns here, but the boss is starting to notice that you’re showing up late, like, everyday.” 

Jerett quickly dodged his eyes around defensively “Alright, alright! Hey, I have important things to deal with, I am a busy guy!” He delivered that last remark with a bit of gravitas, expecting his coworker to laugh at it.

He just quietly returned to his fiddling without another word.

Unable to stand the awkward silence that he caused, Jerett rolled his head before closing the distance between the two of them. “Thanks though, Andy. You’re always lookin’ out for me. Once the boss man gives me my promotion and I’m fully integrated, I’ve gotta get you some donuts.” He was about to reach out and jokingly tousle Andy’s short chestnut hair, but stopped himself after realizing he may not find that funny either.

“Ok, all set up!” Andy stood up once again with a stretch and turned around, “And don’t mention it, man. You don’t have to do something like that. Besides, eating this early makes my stomach hurt…” He rubbed his stomach with an exaggerated gesture, which caused Jerett to laugh.

“What? Do you just skip breakfast or something?” He jeered incredulously. How could somebody not love eating some waffles and pancakes?

“Bingo, haven’t been eating breakfast consistently since,” He looked up, pondering it for a moment, briefly noticing what looked like a food stain on the ceiling tile that very roughly resembled a star with a drop below it.“...elementary school probably!” He looked at Jerett, but Jerett noticed he was looking a little above his eyes. “Y’know, you have some snow on your hair, dude.” Pointing up at his head of black hair that was a bit more curly and floppy.

“O-oh, yeah?” Jerett awkwardly brought his skinny hands up to his head, brushing off the snow as it landed on his shoulder and down his shirt. “Ah! Cold! Ooh it went down my back, man!” He jolted and reached back to wipe back with rapid movements as Andy laughed, walking past him and out the door. Jerett was left alone in the room with an old CRT TV and a cold back. He stood there in the silence for a brief moment before the door behind him opened once again, Andy peeking back in.

“Also, I can tell you’ve been crying. Did something happen before work?” Andy looked at him with an indiscernible expression in his eyes. To most, this might be uncomfortable, not knowing the intention behind the words, but Jerett knew that Andy isn’t the kind of guy to be conniving like that.

Breaking his eyes away from Andy, Jerett opted to stare at his shoes trying to decide if he should divulge his thoughts. The sight of his shoes brought back the imagery of those footsteps stained in the snow from that morning. He closed his eyes momentarily before choosing his words. “I got dumped this morning.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that man…” Andy slapped the wall with his open palm, startling Jerett. “She didn’t deserve you, big dog.” That wide grin was plastered on his face before he turned back around with a quick “I’ll see you at the party later!” as he rounded the corner and shut the door.

Jerett was once again alone.

“He…”

Jerett stepped out of the meeting room, his mind on other things, as a big box of paper plates and bowls with balloon graphics were thrusted into his arms.

“Morning, Jerett!” It was the accountant, Julie. She was a very kind woman to the two interns, and she was usually the one that ended up relaying the tasks and requests of the boss. “Love the outfit today, but did you know there was a stain on your shoulder?” Jerett’s eyes widened as he looked down at his shoulder, a wet spot definitely present on his nice dress shirt. “ Also, can you take this box to Richie for me? I tell you, I can never tell what he likes and doesn’t like for certain things. I mean, aren’t white paper plates enough? Why do we need blue with balloons printed everywhere, I-” She held up her hand suddenly as if to quiet herself. “Sorry, got out of hand there. I’ll let you go,” She walked off in the other direction, likely prepared to get 500 tasks out of the way. He admired her work ethic. She turned her head back and shot a quick “I really do love the outfit!”

Jerett smiled weakly. He wore his best clothes today since he was going to go out with his boyfriend once work ended, but it looks like that won’t be happening anymore. He’s already been in so many relationships, maybe it just wasn’t cut out for him. He moped around as he trudged towards the boss’ office. He knocked on the closed door, peeking through the carved glass that warped the view of the inside, but he could see the silhouette of somebody get up from the desk and walk towards the door.

Upon opening up, Jerett realized Richie was on the phone. He was fairly tall and looked a little imposing with his fancy full suit and his slicked back blonde hair. Once he begins talking, however, he becomes a lot less intimidating. His eyes lit up once he saw Jerett and the box, and quickly motioned him in as he continued to speak on the phone. He couldn’t tell who the boss was talking to, but it sounded like someone very close to him. Family, perhaps? A little strange to be doing that on company time, but it was a pretty lenient work space. He hardly needed to get stern or angry with the workers, as everybody did their part - and they did their part well, at that.

Jerett walked inside and shuffled off to the side where he stood, vacantly observing the little photos and trinkets that were strewn around the large office. “Yes…yes. Uh huh. Oh, I love that! Of course, those little tykes love their Harry Potter. A musical? Well I wouldn’t say I’m a musical expert but you can’t go wrong with Harry Potter. I’m sure it will be a blast!” He rattled on and on with glee to whoever was on the other side of the line.

‘You can indeed go wrong with Harry Potter’ Jerett thought to himself.

“Alright well, buy the tickets and I need to call you back later. Yes. Yes, some office work. We’re preparing for our little shindig. Okeydokey, love you much!” He made little kissy noises as he lowered the phone to its holder. With a KLAK, he snapped upwards and clapped his hands together. “So! These are the arrangements that you and Andy got for us, yes?” Before Jerett could interject, Richie was already continuing his spiel “Oh, why, they look lovely! Yes this will be perfect. You two make such a great duo, you know?” He was a fast talker, and Jerett couldn’t quite keep up in his already slightly glazed mental state.

“I-i…well-”

“Now how old are you two again? 22?”

“Um, yes. Yes, sir, I’m 22 and Andy is 21. We-”

“Mmm, a very young age indeed. You two must have done many summer classes and thinking ahead to reach this point so fast,”

Jerett’s brain felt like it was going to melt. ‘You were the one that hired us, weren’t you?’

“Nevertheless, we have a party to prepare!” Richie grabbed the box from him and set it on his desk. “You’ve done a great job already, Jerett, really! Go ahead and take care of some of those pesky emails back at your desk, the rest of us can set up the remainder.”

“Are you sure, sir? I can still get some things ready for us if you need.” Jerett was confused, there was still a lot of work to be done, no?

Richie shook his head. “No, no. Really! We can take it from here,” He ended that with a wink as he walked towards the door to the office and opened it for Jerett.

With a moment of hesitancy, Jerett passed through the door and began the long trek across the office to his cubicle. Why isn’t the boss having him do anything else? Emails really weren’t that big of a deal, he could do that anytime. Did he see the tear marks? If Andy could tell, surely they were obvious! He wiped his eyes as he sat down at his desk. Begrudgingly, he began to slowly work on his emails, opting to push out whatever other thoughts he had until he could have a grand meltdown in the privacy of his home. That sounded nice, the chance to just let it all out. That promise kept Jerett busy for the remainder of his work.

Some time passed, and it seemed like the party was all set up, but Jerett was none the wiser. He had completely enveloped himself in his work, having become the most productive he has been in a long while. A working machine! That is, until another coworker tapped him on the shoulder and notioned that the party was about to begin.

With a quick “Thank you!” Jerett got up out of his seat and briskly moved towards the meeting room he started in. It was a bit strange seeing the office empty like this, but once he opened that meeting room door, he was met with the lively faces of all of his coworkers. They were already opening their drinks and chowing down on their food. The mood was contagious, and Jerett felt his worries melt away as he began to laugh and get caught up in the excitement.

Plate after plate of food was had, many dishes having been cooked by their very own Julie! She was like Wonder Woman to Jerett. Having a loving stay-at-home husband, 3 kids, a lofty office job, and an incredible cooking skill as well! Many of the office members looked to her for fun conversations, advice, and even some occasional drama.

After some time had passed, Richie clapped his large hands together, creating a thunderous noise that shot through the noisy conversations and music that was playing. All heads turned towards him. “Attention everybody! I would like to thank all of you, yes, each and every one of you for making all of this possible! We have had an incredible year thus far and have made some real achievements and partnerships together. It is truly an honor to call myself the big boss around here,” This was met with laughter throughout the room including himself. Jerett also found himself chuckling as he reached up to take another sip of his fruit punch. Richie continued “I had our wonderful intern, Andy, set up this old and clunky machine. You all remember this piece of history? I was shocked to hear that someone as young as Andy knew about this stuff!” Andy rolled his eyes with a grin as laughter once again shook the room. “Now, we have a nice dvd here to showcase some nice moments and highlights from the year, if you’d please take a look!” Richie popped open a non-descript dvd case and carefully pulled out the disc. After slipping it into the dvd player, an old-school video began to play that looked like something a family would make at the end of their children’s school year. It was corny, but it was endearing.

Halfway through the video, Jerett looked around for a clock, not sure what time it was. Looks like it was 2:13, meaning they still had a good amount of time to kill before the work day was over. At this moment, Andy tapped his shoulder, startling him. “Hey,” He was whispering to Jerett, not wanting to distract everyone else from the video. “I’m sorry about your relationship, but…” He pointed up at the ceiling, to which Jerett’s eyes followed to a grimy mark on the ceiling tile.

Jerett couldn’t even make out what the smudge was in the darkness of the room. A particularly bright segment of the video lit up the space for a brief moment, in which he could piece together that it was something of a star with a little dribble at the bottom of it. Had that always been there? He never really went to meetings in this room, so he couldn’t say for sure. Leaning back over to Andy, he whispered in return “What? Is that supposed to mean something?”

“Make a wish.”

“What?”

“You make a wish on it! That’s why the big meetings are held in this room. It started off as a joke when Sasha was eating during a meeting and somehow managed to get food flung up to the ceiling.”

“How on earth did that happen??”

“I don’t know! But that’s not what’s important right now. Now it’s their ‘guiding star’ or something dumb like that, so they wish on it for things whenever they hold meetings here.”

They stared at each other for a long while, Andy waiting to hear from Jerett, Jerett still trying to process how Sasha got food up there.

Andy decided he waited long enough and spoke up again “Whatever man, you can make a wish on it if you want, that's all I’m saying. Just pointing it out.”

“Are you going to make a wish?” Jerett asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Hell no, that’s dumb as hell!” 

Jerett laughed a little too loud at that, causing some heads to turn back around to face them. Jerett’s face burned pink with embarrassment, and as he turned to look at Andy, he realized he was already sidling back up to the front. Looks like the video was coming to an end.

He looked up at the star and stared at it for a while.

“I-”

Andy was packing his things to head home for the night. He grabbed his backpack and small briefcase, then headed over to Jerett’s desk to see if they could walk out of the office together.

“Jerett! I’m leaving for the night, good work today!” Andy mentioned as he turned the corner into Jerett’s ‘space’ as he sometimes calls it. “You wanna come with?”

Jarett was staring blankly at his computer still. He lost his productivity train after the party and didn’t get much done for the rest of the day. “What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can go out with you.” Jerett said that over his shoulder as he reached for the monitor to turn it off and gather his things. He realized what he said and sharply flipped towards Andy. “Wait! I-i didn’t mean it like that, I meant it just like I’d…” Andy was looking at his phone with his free hand. Did he not hear it? Or did he just not care?

“Hm? Did you say something?” Andy met his gaze with  that same blank expression. Yeah, he definitely didn’t hear what he had said.

Jerett gathered up his stuff and tidied his space, and the two interns were off to the parking lot.

“I’ve been thinking, you’ve been working your ass off lately, Jerett! We gotta celebrate that somehow, man! Did you want to hit up a movie or a, uh, something!” Andy was eagerly talking about doing activities, but Jerett was still overthinking what he had said earlier.

“You mean tonight?” Jerett looked over, slightly shocked. Andy never invited him to do things.

“Sure!”

“Just us two?!”

“I’m down for whatever. If you want to bring some buds over then that's fine by me as well. I just want to go do something fun!”

Jerett’s heart was fluttering. Was Andy…asking him on a date? Sure, he was a little bit younger than he was, and Jerett preferred guys a bit bulkier than himself - they were both quite skinny - but he couldn’t be picky, right?  

“No,” Jerett stopped himself. He was excited, and Andy wasn’t that bad looking of a guy. But he just got dumped that morning! It was a little early to go out with somebody else, surely. He needed some time to himself. “I think…I think I need some time to myself tonight.”

Andy lost a little bit of his gusto, but he was still upbeat. “Alright, no worries. I’m going to be free after work the next few days, so don’t be afraid to reach out!” They both made it to their cars and pulled out, heading to their respective homes.

Jerett’s drive was a solemn one. No music to assuage his feelings, the town a veritable winter wonderland covered in snow. He turns a corner.He just had to make it home and things will be better, he reasoned. He hits a red light and comes to a stop. He just had to think things out and give it time. The light turns that bright green, time to go. He drives in absolute silence for a moment. Turn left here. Right there. He turns another corner and-

The foot prints.

This street. These stores. These surroundings. Those. Damn. Footprints. He saw them with his own two eyes and nearly crashed his car because of how desperately he stared at them. He drove past them, his heartbeat rapidly rising. How! How are those footprints still there?! They should be long gone by now, the snow should have covered them up while he was at work! They must be from somebody else that just walked that way, yes! There’s no need to worry. And yet, why did he feel so terrible? Even if those foot prints were from somebody else, even if they had nothing to do with his now ex boyfriend, the fact remains. There will be nobody to greet him at home.

He’s alone.

Jerett stopped the car. His chest heaved in and out from his heavy breaths, his mind working overtime processing all his emotions. Should he feel sad? Angry? Defeated? Hopeful? He couldn’t shake the image from his head, the scene that played out over and over again throughout the day despite his efforts to avoid it.

Suddenly he remembered Andy. Jerett fumbled to open his glove box and whipped out his phone with his cold clumsy fingers, searching for Andy’s contact information. There! He found it. He had Andy’s address saved from when he first got hired and Jerett helped him move things into his relative’s house nearby. He punched in the address to gps and darted back onto the street, driving dangerously towards his destination.

The car stopped in front of a cozy blue house covered in snow with two extravagant windows overlooking the front  porch. He saw Andy’s car in the driveway, meaning he was home. Jerett calmed himself and breathed into his hands, warming them up to go outside. He walked up the driveway, through the empty garden in the front, and to the door. He didn’t notice the lack of footprints from Andy, or the new foot prints that he had just left.

With a shaking hand, he reached for the doorbell.

Andy was packing his things to head home for the night. He grabbed his backpack and small briefcase, then headed over to Jerett’s desk to see if they could walk out of the office together.

“Jerett! I’m leaving for the night, good work today!” Andy mentioned as he turned the corner into Jerett’s ‘space’ as he sometimes calls it. “You wanna come with?”

He noticed Jerett staring blankly at his monitor. Andy felt bad, the breakup was probably hitting him pretty hard. He wasn’t too good at comforting people, so he thought the wishing idea might cheer him up a little bit, but he’s not sure if he even made a wish. Jerett looked up at him.

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can go out with you.” Jerett said weakly, returning to his desk to gather up his stuff.

Andy smiled before whipping out his phone and checking his text messages. None, again. He chuckled to himself a little bit at how little friends he had. Oh well, just means more time for puzzles at home. He realized he was pretty hungry, so he looked on google maps for places to eat after work. As he scrolled through countless restaurants that all looked so tasty, he changed his mind and told himself to just cook something at home if he was that hungry, after all, he already had way more food than he normally eats at the party today. He looked up from his phone and Jerett was staring at him expectantly. “Hm? Did you say something?”

Jerett looked a little relieved and went back to putting everything away. When he was finally set, they walked out to their cars.

Andy pitched the idea of hanging out sometime. They were both young interns and had a lot in common, surely they could get to know each other a little better and be better friends than just friendly coworkers! Jerett, although initially excited, turned him down. Andy kept the offer open and hopped in his car to drive home.

After listening to some tunes on the radio and a brisk drive, he arrived at his uncle and aunt’s house. He parked in the lonely driveway and passed through the sparse garden to the door, slightly smiling at the deep footprints he left behind him as he walked. After fumbling with his keys a little bit due to the cold, he managed to get the door open and he shut it behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.

Andy pulled off his shoes and placed his keys on a rack next to a photo of a happy couple, which Andy picked up and kissed before placing back down. It was a photo of his uncle and aunt. He grew up in an abusive household and had a bad relationship with his parents. After being cast out of the house at a young age, his relatives decided to help him out and give him a proper home to live in.

The damage had been dealt, unfortunately. While Andy was eternally grateful at the love and care that his uncle and aunt gave to him, he still felt the repercussions of how his parents treated him. Despite that, they did their best to live as a happy family, and they accomplished that until they passed away when Andy was 19. They left him the house, and Andy was proactive enough to take multiple extra courses during his schooling and work a part time job to save up money for emergencies. Thanks to this, he landed an internship at an office and has been making it work. He just wishes that he had more friends to share fun times with in a house that is cold and empty.

Andy pulled off his coat realizing how hot he was getting, and turned the thermostat down a bit. He continued to sweat, and he felt like he was burning up! He briefly wanted to take off his shirt, but it was a button up and would take too much work. He’d have to mess with his belt to take his pants off too. Andy moved toward the kitchen to splash some water on his face, but the moment he stepped foot onto the kitchen flooring, he passed out.

Crackling. The sounds of snaps and crackles filled Andy’s ears and wouldn’t stop. It happened irregularly, seemingly with no pattern of when he would hear it. He opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache. Slowly looking around, he slid  his hands on the cool kitchen tile to lift himself off the ground. His body felt cumbersome to move, almost foreign. Andy’s hands found their way to the countertop and there he rested to catch his breath. The same crackling sounds ringed in his ears, and upon opening his eyes to try and seek the origin of it, Andy saw something unbelievable. 

His hands were huge! He tried lifting them to inspect them closer, but he quickly lost balance and had to brace and catch himself on the counter once more. Opting to observe them on top of the counter, his eyes opened wide. Instead of the average piano hands he once had that excelled at typing - a helpful trait in the office - he had wide, stumpy, and calloused hands that looked like they would better fit a gorilla! His knuckles looked like they could punch through an iron maiden without so much as a scratch. On top of the size and mass of his new mitts, there were large veins wrapping the top of them, trying to reach towards his forearms. Before Andy could bring his eyesight up towards his arms, his headache exploded with pain, forcing his to slam his eyes shut with a grunt and a yell.

The pressure in his skull felt like it never ended. He grit his teeth with all he could muster to try and alleviate the pain, and after an agonizing moment, he felt like he was on the verge of something. The pressure felt like it was building to something, and he was desperately trying to reach that point so he could feel relief. He couldn’t take the pain anymore. With a yell, he leaned over the counter and tilted his head towards the air when the pressure reached its breaking point. With a sickening pop and a crunch, a lot of the pressure disappeared, while it felt like his very skull expanded in size. He couldn’t tell what just happened, and there were no mirrors to look, but before he could think another thought the pressure began to build up in his jaw and seep down into the rest of his body.

“Auuuughhh!-” Andy was in a full body pain now, any little movement searing to his very bones.

DING-DONG

That noise snapped Andy to attention. The doorbell? Who could be ringing his doorbell at this hour? Especially when he was going through…whatever this was. As he acknowledged that thought, his body rippled and he heard another snap as his spine stretched out longer, his torso looking a little bit wider. Did he just grow in height?!

He slowly shuffles towards the door, another spasm of growth traveling through his body. He braces against the refrigerator, using its vaguely reflective surface to look at himself. He couldn’t exactly tell how he looked, with how dark and blurry his reflection was, but it definitely looked wider. At the very least, he could see his new hands gripping the fridge and those looked somehow even bigger. They left huge smears on the surface as he sweat.

With a grimace, Andy felt the pressure heating up, burning in his jaw. As he brought his head to the cool surface of the refrigerator, he let out another gasp and a yell as the pressure flooded out of his jaw. He could see it this time. Looking at his reflection, his jaw was spreading outwards, his thin face widening into a boxy mass. The growth ended and Andy stared, mouth agape, at his new reflection.

DING-DONG

He was reminded that there was a mysterious visitor. He should just ignore it and let them leave, but something deep down inside of him told him he needs to open the door. He obeyed his consciousness and moved towards the door, gritting his teeth and trying not to pay mind to how different and uncomfortable his mouth felt. He could feel his pants tighter on his legs now, getting caught at the knee when he made each step.

He finally made it to the door and leaned against it to catch his breath. Never before did the trip from the kitchen to the front door feel like such a marathon. After a few large gasps of air, Andy looked up for the peephole, and realized after a moment that it was now at his chin. How much had he grown? Regardless, he looks through it, only to see Jerett behind the door!

Andy’s eyes widen, his heart races. What is Jerett doing here? Could it be…?

Andy begins to open the door, prepared to ask Jerett to come back another time, but Jerett had other plans. He shoves the door open and takes a few steps inside. Andy, shocked,  is pushed back a few steps further back into the house, holding out his arms to stop Jerett from advancing.

“What are..?!” Andy yelled in a louder volume than he intended.

“Andy, I-” Jerett’s face dropped as they stared at each other in the entrance of Andy’s house. They used to be the same height, but now Jerett was looking up at Andy, looking at his outstretched and giant hands before looking at his face. He didn’t look like Andy anymore, but his soul told him it was. In fact, his soul was telling him a lot more than that. 

Andy looked down at Jerett now, having to force himself to look past his huge paws. Why was he here? But more importantly, why did he feel like this? There was something stirring inside of Andy as they stared each other down. Was it nostalgia? Reminiscence?

To the both of them, their brains were telling them that they were more than coworkers. They were-

“UUNNGH!” Andy stumbled backwards, catching himself on a table and the wall. He could feel it, something was going to change soon! He saw Jerett begin to advance on him, and Andy was scared. He had no idea what was going on, but it was too much of a coincidence that Jerett was here. For all he knew, Jerett was the cause of all of this. Andy held his hands out once again, and mustered up a voice that neither of them have heard before. “Don’t come closer,” It was a deep and sonorous voice that thundered through both of their bodies and through the still air of the house. The pressure came back in full force and paralyzed Andy.

“GRRAAAAA-” It was like a guttural bellow of a beast, Andy hunched over the table; his backside towards Jerett who watched on, dumbfounded. After multiple grunts, groans, and pops, Andy thrust out his ass. In an instant, it rippled and exploded in size, growing to almost triple its original size. His new boulders that he will call an ass jiggled with mass as they tore through the seat of his pants. It looked unnatural on him, as it would on anybody, but that was about to change. 

Andy was grunting and groaning as rips began to be heard. He kept adjusting his stance as the growth slipped from but rear down towards his feet. Jerett watched in horror as his memory of the skinny old Andy was destroyed along with his pants, thigh growing massive and meaty, calves rising up like jiffy pop. Sock stretching and bursting as over-sized feet filled their confines to their breaking point, each joint popping and growing until even his feet looked masculine, something Jerett never considered possible. As Andy repositioned himself to stand with this wildly muscular lower half, his footfalls shook the floor he was standing on. Tatters of his pants and socks fell to the floor; Andy standing upright and turning to face Jerett.

His face was full of vitriol towards Jerett. At least, that’s what he wanted to express if Andy wasn’t so frightened of what was happening to him. He wanted to shout at Jerett to get away, to scream in rage; his body wouldn’t let him, no, his soul prevented him from such an act. Something was slowly being revealed in his brain, some puzzle piece that would surely explain what was happening right now.

“You need to help me,” Andy pleaded quietly, or as quietly as his booming voice could. Before Jerett could attempt to do anything, his coworker was once again enraptured in a bout of what he could only imagine was pain. Andy’s eyes shut as his torso bubbled up, widening into much more broad proportions. He clutched at his waistline as it began to swell over his belt, a creak signifying its straining; his arms were pulled away as his back snapped into perfect posture, his ribs expanding to a wider position, and his shoulders flying to either side of his body. He took in a large gasp of air that only seemed to fill him out even more, his body looking more like the fridge he once rested against rather than the stick he used to be. Andy’s eyes opened and locked onto Jerett’s, his brain fog beginning to clear up. He held up his arms as mass began to gurgle down them like a waterfall; deltoids becoming large pumpkins atop his shoulders, biceps filling with meat and muscle, triceps filling out the forms beneath it. It was evident these muscles were built for power, not beauty, at least in the traditional sense. Andy began to take a few huge steps towards his now puny looking “friend”. Large cable-like veins slithered down said muscles, trying to connect with those on his hands; as they passed the threshold between upper arm and lower, his forearms blew up with the same size as the rest of him, snapping his wrists into a much wider configuration to better serve his huge hands. Andy’s body was shaking and trembling with all the growth, his pants in tatters and his shirt impossibly tight over his very healthy, but powerful  body.

The sight of Andy slowly stomping closer and closer to Jerett made his hairs stand on end. It was terrifying, but he was also, ashamedly, incredibly turned on by the sight that unfolded before him. His mouth quivered, trying to say something, anything! Andy’s now intense eyes never wavered from their gaze. “I…” Another step closer. “I…” Another step closer, his body shook and gurgled again, neither of them knew another 5 pounds was added onto his weight. “I wished that I could have a boyfriend! I wished I could have the love of my life,” Jerett cried it out, and it began to spill out of him like a river. Andy’s eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks.

Jerett took a deep breath. “I wished it! I wished it on that stupid star, ok? You told me about it and I was so desperate to know if I could be loved that I made this wish!” Andy and Jerett’s eyes widened, the fog beginning to clear. “That wish turned you into this, and I’m sorry! How was I supposed to know that this was going to happen?! But it happened, and I’m sorry, alright? I…I’m sorry, but now I know exactly who you are,” Their eyes looked free of doubt, the answer revealed already to each other.

“You,” Andy rumbled in his new voice. “Have a boyfriend now. You have the love of your life

“I do,” Jerett repeated, aware of exactly what he was going to say. “And it isn’t you.”

The false memories flooded through their brains like an avalanche, they saw a new life unfold before them. They were coworkers, but Andy was not an intern. Jerett met his boyfriend, Julian,  4 years before landing his office job and they have been happily together since then. Jerett met with Julian’s father after the two of them got his permission to get married; Julian cooked an exquisite meal for his boyfriend and his father, he was a very well taught chef, after all. Julian’s father took a quick liking to Jerett. He said he could help him out with his job search. “How would you like to intern at an office job?” he asked.

“It is not you, Andy.” Jerett said with tears in his eyes. “I have the love of my life, it’s Julian. The one who taught him how to cook and the one who helped me get into this internship and guide me along the way, it was you. It was you, Rob.”

Andy had a sudden jolt as he remembered everything that happened as well. He remembered growing up, starting a family, having his first son, and watching him grow up. He saw his son grow into a man and get a mighty fine boyfriend. His son, Julian, was now a married man to another wonderful man named Jerett. Jerett was his-

“I’m your dad-” The words slipped out of Andy’s mouth before his body suffered the biggest shock so far. His body was big and strong, but he was still much too young to be a father. He knew that was about to get amended.

“HRRNGH,” With a loud grunt, Andy leaned back as his stomach launched out, his abs growing until they were convex, a true ab gut. The surging weight of his new belly snapped the belt clean off and broke free of its shirt prison. Buttons launched everywhere as his belly broke through, but most interestingly, dense brown hairs began to crop up on his stomach and spread like wildfire. The hair slipped down towards his legs, making his hips widened once more to support the burgeoning body. His lower half jiggled with one last growth as hair sprouted over the skin, his meaty feet gaining a good amount of fur as well. Andy groaned and scratched his ass as itchy and coarse hair sprouted over its great expanse.

Andy’s prodding arms moved up towards his stomach, where the hair seems to travel up his hands and over his vast arms. His eyes shot open and he looked down in confusion as he made a curious whine. Through the remainder of shirt - covering only his upper back and his chest at this point - both Jerett and Andy could see his nipples not only growing in size, but thickening up; his new nipples were poking through the shirt and would be noticeable on any shirt he wore. With enlarging arms, hair still growing on their expanse, he brought his giant mitts up to these new nubs and squeezed them. “OOOORGHHHH-” His head shot back as pleasure filled his body. He couldn’t see it yet, but from his nipples a surge of hair began to spread across his chest in a dense forest. As this forest began to take root, it needed a strong foundation to thrive off of. While still holding on to his new thimble sized nipples, he could feel strength growing beside them. Similar to his gut, his pecs launched outwards, instantly shredding the last remains of his buttons to reveal an incredibly hairy chest. But it needed to be bigger! 

It was a sizable chest, of course. Enough for anyone to say that he had a big chest, and enough for Andy to agree; but Rob did not agree. He only had a pretty boy’s plates right now.

Swell.

Rob needed them to be bigger.

Swell.

Rob needed them to be rounder.

Swell.

Rob needed true muscle jugs that nobody would be able to compete with.

Swell.

Rob needed a rack of huge muscle tits to go along with the suckable nips he was sporting.

Swell.

His pecs were awe-inspiring. They were perfect. His pecs swelled so big with muscle and fat that they sagged slightly over his gut. In fact, they stretched over his turtle shell ab gut and made it look miniscule in comparison

Rob changed his grip from tweaking his nipples to whole-hand gripping his new chest, and from his grasp sprouted a healthy amount of grey hairs.

Rob bucked his hips as his back flared and grew rounder with muscle, his lats flying outward to make him even broader, hair taking root even along the backside of him. Andy would have been frightened of this body, but Rob was obsessed with it. He put in the time and dedication to grow this shrine that was overflowing with testosterone.

To affirm that statement, Rob’s balls began to churn. He grunted lewdly as he widened his stance, and his balls stretched bigger and rounder just like the rest of him.

“HAHAHA” Rob was laughing in a near manic state as he felt up his body, the realization hit him of just how erotic his body was. His cock stirred in his crotch, coming to life and stretching out of his sight. His muscles were huge. His cock stretched longer. His body hair was intoxicating. His cock grew fatter. Rob’s traps began to bubble up, surrounding his neck in tight muscle. He groaned at this, his voice gaining a new texture; rougher, gravelly, he sounded like a foghorn who’s bellows could span the whole ocean. His neck grew thicker to fight against the bulging traps and become fitting for a voice as monstrous as his. His cock bounced up and grazed his hairy belly, leaking with excitement.

He couldn’t take it anymore! He gripped on to his new meat with both hands and started pumping, each pump bringing more than just pleasure. His body was aging. Skin growing tougher and more weathered, hair becoming more wiry. He was almost Rob, and Rob didn’t look like a baby. The pressure entered his skull again, but it was nothing to somebody like Rob. He grit his teeth and goaded it on as he pumped away at his inflated cock. His jaw became stronger and wider, brow stretching out over his eyes like a canopy. His skin became rough, wrinkles and lines appearing over his forehead and mouth, crows feet stretching from his eyes. The hair across his head grew longer as it swept back behind him, and his jaw grew scratchy as stubble quickly filled it in like spilled ink onto a page. His grunts caught in his muscled neck, he was so close. His stubble quickly turned into a full fledged beard, gray invading his chin until the lower half of his new beard was all white. His eyebrows fluffed into a more prominent position, and he knew it was time. As Rob came, Andy was no more. Rob poured everything out of him, all his doubts, fears, past memories, and it felt so good. 

In his afterglow, a whirlwind appeared around him, cloth materializing out of thin air and forming a blue polo shirt that somehow encased his massive body. New khakis were formed around his colossal legs, and a large belt strapped around his waist, holding up his slight belly. His excessively large bulge remained prominent in front of his pants. 

“Dad? Dad? Dad!” 

Rob snapped back into reality and looked down to see his son-in-law. He felt up his body, unsure of where he was. ‘Damn, I’m thick. Helluva body, huh?’ he chuckled to himself. “What happened, son? Did I space off while you were talking to me?” His voice taking on a much more gentle tone now that he was in control of himself again.

“Must have been! Your eyes were glassy like you were sleeping standing up!” Jerett retorted with a bit of a snarky edge, Rob and his family were jokesters, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Well I’ll be…and uh, what was it we were doin’ again?” He asked in a bit of a sarcastic tone, but he actually had no idea what was currently happening.

“You were going to teach me how to cook? I wanted to learn some more techniques to impress Julian. Think you can teach me, say, your favorite dish at your restaurant!” Jerett was eager to learn, and he had been getting lessons from Rob for a while now! It was always a pleasure to come by and learn about cooking from a master.

“But, of course!” Rob clapped his hands together, creating a shockingly loud noise to emanate from it, usually startling anybody who heard it. His phone chimed, and he reached for the holster on his belt - pockets were usually too small for his hands - and saw that he was needed for something at the office. “Hold that thought, bud. Looks like they need something at the office. I gotta take this, but you can stay here and watch HGTV or whatever it is you want, I’m sure you can work the remote better than I can!” He said this over his large shoulder as he walked out of the house. The street was covered in snow, a smooth blanket encompassing his property. He passed by the bustling garden of vegetation and flowers in the cute little sunroom he built a year ago as he made his way down the driveway; past his son-in-law’s car and to his own.  He smiled slightly at the deep footprints he left behind him as he walked. 

Jerett popped his head out of the door and shouted to Rob. “Hey! Your brother just called the landline! Says his school’s home ec department wants to talk to you about a field trip to one of your restaurants!”

“Oh, for chrissake…I-” He glanced at his watch again before thinking about it momentarily. “Aw hell. That old fart is probably giving his students hell as it is, I might as well let them have a little fun. Tell him to call me later!”

Groaning and grunting as he sat his weight inside it, he looked at his phone and then his phone. “The second intern, huh? What could he possibly need help with now, wasn’t there an office party happening today?

SWOLLVENTION

Howdy howdy! This is my first decently sized story that I’ve made. Preeeetty bare-bones and rough but I thought it was fun. Hope you enjoy it a bit!

"Gah, why is this so hard to latch together?"

Dylan mumbled to himself as he tried to put on his keyblade necklace. The small metal clasp poked into his thumb as he held it open. After a few 'ow's and 'ugh's he managed to get it right, a small imprint still on his thumb from the poking.

Spinning back around in his desk chair, he grabbed his phone and slid it into his Jean pockets, only for it to vibrate once it was in.

After a slight pause and momentary groan, he pulled it back out and clicked the power button to check what the notification was.

A text from his friend!

“Yo were waiting for u here man u better get here fast”

Dylan sighed after reading this, Jes ALWAYS got to places way before the planned time. Oh well, at least she doesn’t show up way after the planned times. Sometimes she was the only thing to remind Dylan of where he had to be...ok, most of the time. That wasn’t the point though! He had to get over to the convention center to meet his friend.

 Dylan stumbled a bit trying to get his shoes on, when he thought he should check his clothes first and headed for the bathroom mirror. He had a pair of average looking blue jeans on, but he recently bought a new shirt that he was going to wear to the con. Good excuse to flex his new fit, right? The shirt was white with long red sleeves, his keyblade necklace dangling in front of it. He was hoping he’d grow more, so he got a bigger shirt size too. Everything looked pretty good...save for the copious amount of cat hair on the shirt.

“Yeah, that’s a negative on that. Jeez, why does my cat have to have black fur. Why can’t she just shed outside or somethin..is that even how that works?” 

Dylan mumbled that last part, opening the drawer to grab the lint roller. After groping around the drawer for a few seconds, he found it at last, and peeled off the used sheet. He did his best to get every last bit of fur off of his new shirt. He was really trying to keep it nice and pristine...so much for that. His phone vibrated once again,and he ignored it until it kept vibrating. This time it was a phone call from Jes.

“Hey hey what’s u-” 

His sentence was cut off by a short coughing fit. Rubbing his throat, he cleared it and tried to continue the conversation.

“Man, I think I got some cat hair stuck in my throat. Anyway, what’s up? I’m just about to head out.”

“Oh! Sorry, I assumed that you still needed some convincing to get yourself outta bed hehe”

“Yeah, yeah...suuuuper funny. How could I just sit in bed when there’s a convention to go to??!”

Jes hung up after that. A bit abrupt, as usual. Grabbing the keys for his car, Dylan began to head out. Well, ok, it was his mom’s car still. He had just recently gotten his license to drive. Jes really wanted him to drive her, but Since he juuuust got the darn thing, he wasn’t allowed to have other minors in the car with him. 

Dylan headed down towards the convention center, the amount of funky hair colors and costumes started spiking as he got closer and closer. 

“Gotta love cosplayers, man. How do they even make those outfits?” 

Dylan wondered to himself as he pulled into what he hoped was free parking. 

Unfortunately, it was not. Dylan reluctantly brought up the cash to the little meter by his spot. These machines really have authority over us, don’t they? He then proceeded to cough his guts out.

“Hey hey, come on, man. This stupid cat hair has been stuck in my throat this whole time?” Dylan’s voice sounded scratchier and a bit lower than normal.

“Jeez that’s definitely a negative.” He moped.

Regaining his composure with a quick clearing of his throat, he made his way through the doors of the convention center, amazed at all the fans, cosplayers, and fans of cosplayers milling about inside. He made his way to the front and paid his way in, they slapped a stamp onto the back of his hand so he could access convention panels and such.

“Yo! Dylan! Over here!” Jes’ bright voice stuck out among the sound of light chatter and shuffling.

“ Hey hey! There ya’ are, Jes!” Dylan’s face lit up once he saw his friend walking towards him.

They began chatting as they made their way through the convention center, looking at the little brochure map multiple times to remember exactly where they were.

Dylan continuously would rub his throat and cough a bit, the “cat hair” never leaving. 

Entering the giant vendor’s hall, they made their rounds, looking at all the merch. Shirts, posters, little doo-dads, even some premade cosplays for people to buy. Jes wanted to go and get an autograph from a voice actor for her favorite show, and she made a point of reminding Dylan every few minutes so they wouldn’t forget. Once the time came for said autographs, they started heading their way out of the maze of merch, Dylan coughing all the while. Jes stopped abruptly to tie her shoes and left Dylan to either stand and watch her, or stand and look around. He opted to just look around.

Dylan noticed a booth that sold cosplay wigs, but there was no attendant to be seen. He had noticed all the mannequin heads with their multicolored and multi styled wigs atop them, but there were maybe 3 or 4 heads that were barren. Dylan laughed to himself a little.

“They’re bald!” Dylan exclaimed to nobody in particular,

“They’re...huh?” Jes overheard him and stood up, having just finished tying her shoe.

Dylan pointed at the wigs and simply repeated what he’d said.

“I mean, yeah I guess, probably just because they were bought or something.” She replied in a dry tone, notably losing a bit of her patience with Dylan’s coughing fits.

Once Jes got tired of hearing him cough everywhere, she took him over to the built in starbucks in the building. Dylan has never really gotten much here, and he asked Jes what she suggests. To his surprise, she doesn’t know anything about the stuff here either. Dylan always assumed she was the type of girl to get drinks here.

They both bought whatever cheap drink looked most interesting to them and then took a hearty swig of it once it arrived.

“I think that might have done the tRiCK-” Dylan croaked.

His voice was back to normal for a moment before it cracked. He hit his chest a few times and then tried again

“Man I thought it- WOAh what’s up with that??” Dylan’s voice was notably deeper. Not by a whole lot, but you could definitely tell. He held his throat for a few seconds before putting his hand back down after seeing that Jes was looking at him.

Jes looked at him suspiciously, talking in between sips of whatever drink she had ordered.

“What’s up with you now?” She had meant it more as a joke, but Dylan didn’t catch that.

“Sorry, sorry I was just...testing to see if it worked, y’know?” he ended that incredibly awkward sentence with an equally awkward laugh, Dylan still wondering why his voice was like that.

Was it the cat hair? Could cat hair even do something like that?? He was mulling through the possibilities. But...things like this didn’t just happen to people-in real life, at least.

He was surprised that Jes didn’t notice it, unless she actually did and she was just not bringing it up to make him feel better. There’s no way she DIDN’T notice how self conscious he was feeling about coughing left and right.

They returned to their drinks and made a few failed attempts at small talk, and once Dylan sucked up the last drops of his, a feeling washed over him almost instantly. He had to piss. REAL bad.

Dylan jolted up out of his seat and looked around frantically. Jes jumped a bit at the sudden action and was about to ask him what was up again when Dylan interrupted.

“I-I’m so sorry Jes, I…” Dylan stumbled back, hunching over a bit from trying not to piss himself. His hands hovered awkwardly in front of his crotch before he pulled them to his sides, realizing that this was not the place to be doing that.

Before Jes could even respond, let alone process the situation, Dylan did an about face and bolted towards the nearest bathroom. Turning a corner, he spotted the destination, but there was a huge line curving around the hall. About ready to burst, he pushed people out of his way to get to the nearest urinal, stall, whatever he could possibly get into first. One stall opened and someone else was about to head in but Dylan grasped their shoulder before they disappeared behind the door and pulled them back. He made it inside and slammed the stall door behind him, the man he had just denied was slapping the door, yelling at him.

Despite how bad he had to piss, Dylan took a moment and closed his eyes, apologizing under his breath so quietly that even he couldn’t hear it. 

“UUNNH!!” Dylan was pulled out of his head by a sudden jolt of pain in his crotch. His knees buckled and he tilted his head up. Shuffling forwards toward the toilet a bit, he frantically scratched at his pants, his shaky hands having a hard time catching onto the zipper. Finally he caught it right and unzipped. He pulled the waistband down and used his other hand to swiftly whip it out.

“W-what the…” Dylan gazed in horror at his member in front of him. He had always been a little small down there, not too bad but not too amazing either. This, however, was  much bigger than what he was used to. Suddenly he was looking at a 6 inch rod being cradled in his hand.

“The hell is going on…?” His breaths were heavy, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts once more by another jolt in his crotch. He shut his eyes hard as he doubled over. His nuts suddenly grew from the size of kumquats to the size of large eggs in an instant. The now much heavier balls dropped and slapped against the inside of his thighs. Without skipping a beat, his cock released all over the wall in front of him with his own spunk.

“GaaAAh!” Dylan fell forward and braced onto the wall, not paying any mind to his voice cracking and trickling down another few notes. He felt his cock quiver, and Dylan hesitantly glanced down at the member. Right before his eyes, it propped up slightly, before lengthening and growing thicker, an intoxicating feeling of pleasure overtaking his mind. Now drooping down slightly due to its own weight, his cock remained still. Dylan snapped out of his momentary reverie and reached his hand down to grasp his meat, almost scared at how long and thick it was now. He had to guess it was maybe a solid foot long, maybe more. As he held himself for a bit, a subtle warmth spread throughout his body, like warm honey coating him. 

Dylan brought his hand back up to the wall to let himself calm down and breathe, but he then noticed his hands. Resting against the wall were big, burly, hairy hands that had no place on his thin arms. Giant sausage-like fingers connected to his brawny palm with large knuckles. As soon as he made this realization, his forearms began to pulsate and lengthen. Soft pops and cracks filled the air as his arms became longer and longer. Dylan balled his new fists against the tiled bathroom wall and turned his head to the door behind him. 

People have been rapping on the small stall door this whole time, and Dylan had tuned it out due to these transformations. Now more anxious and scared than ever, he darted his head back around and saw hair crawling up his arms before they began to bloat.  Stick thin arms started to look more like hairy bowling pins, many small veins snaking up towards his upper arms.Dylan’s biceps gurgled as they began to inflate like a balloon, soon becoming as solid and large as watermelons.

All Dylan could do here was watch as his arms morph into gigantic instruments of strength and groan. He saw those same veins take a stroll up his biceps, but this time they were thick as power cords, and he inadvertently flexed them in shock. This action made his triceps blow out on the backs of his arms, making the sheer size of his arms unbelievable.

“Haahh...haahhh…” Dylan was breathless, but this growth did not stop. He leaned towards the wall and shut his eyes, not wanting to look anymore. Despite trying to block out the transformation, the tickling sensation of hair growing on his shoulders came and went before his deltoids blew out of his t shirt, cat hair flinging into the air. Guess he couldn’t get all of it off with that lint roller.

The straw was being twirled in the cup, making the liquid inside spin around. Jes sighed as she stood up from her seat and went to throw the cup away.

“He sure is taking his sweet time in there.” Jes murmured to herself. “I’ll just go back to the vendor’s hall for now. He can text me when he’s all done in there.”

Jes checked her phone as she tottered on her heels, noticing that it’s only been about 3 minutes since he made it into the bathroom. Must’ve been the longest piss ever...or maybe it just didn’t agree with his stomach, she reasoned. Walking up to the entrance of the vendor’s hall, she raised her wrist to the employee showing that she was an attendee, and was let inside.

“This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening,” Dylan’s head was pressed against the wall looking down, if his eyes were open he would have had quite the view of his massive rod and bull balls down below. His back muscles tensed up a bit, Dylan taking a sharp breath in preparation for the worst, and his shoulders began extending towards the walls in bursts. This was the cue for his back muscles to start up, wide lats shooting out under his arms, back rounding out like a turtle shell. His traps puffed up immensely, pulling his neck out and giving him a stout tree trunk connecting his head to his body. The keyblade necklace he had put on that morning snapped off, his neck put too much strain on it.

Within just a few seconds, his chest puffed up, the ribcage expanding, and his shoulders shot out once more to even wider proportions. Dylan was beginning to fill up the small stall with his mass, shoulders hitting against the walls no matter what he did. There was a pressure in his spine as he gained height at an incredible rate. Growing a solid foot, Dylan lifted up his head towards the ceiling, and he could now see over the stall doors, briefly noticing the same crowds in his peripheral vision.

“Oooooohhh….” A low, rough rumble escaped his lips, his voice as deep and gritty as one could get. Down below, he tilted his hips forward as the pelvis snapped and readjusted for a much wider waist.

Everything felt so thick to him. All of his body was covered in such big muscles, he could barely grasp onto what was happening anymore. It felt so wrong, this body felt so wrong, but...did it really? Was this wrong? What was right??  What was his name? Dylan let out a gruff grunt, trying his best to get his thoughts under control.

“My...m’ name…” Dylman relished the sound of his own voice. His shoes began to creak, before bursting open due to the large feet he now had. His butt went from being as flat as a plank to something akin to a couch cushion, the size of it shaking growth into his thighs and calves, which were starting to look like redwood trunks.

“I know who I ahm,” Dalmon’s voice filled the stall with its rumblings, followed by another grunt as his chest puffed out. 2 mounds began to grow on his chest, and grow they did. Dalmon’s pecs were rounding out, starting to resemble bowling balls themselves. He started slowly bouncing his enormous muscle tits and growling, his small tic tac nipples being replaced by 2 thick corks. 

Bristly hair grew out all over his burly chest, and moved down towards his stomach, which gurgled as a 6 pack grew out over it. The sight didn’t last long though, as Dalmon felt pressure building up behind said abs, before bursting out into a major gut before him. All the new size  excited him, and boned him up again, snaking up against the underside of his rotund stomach.

Standing 6’6 and now squished between the space in the stall, Dalmon was a large man with the head of a child. He was thinking hard about why he was there in the first place, and reached up to scratch his head.

Dalmon’s hair had more give than what he expected. He grunted before slowly and carefully grasping onto his hair and simply pulling it right off his head.He held what used to be his hair in front of him, head now as bald as Mr. Clean.

“Thats...thats…” Finally, like a beam of light in the darkness, Dalmon gained a sense of clarity of his surroundings.

“Ah know who ahm. Ah ain’t no dense fucker who can’t eve-yn 'member his own damn name.  Mah name is Damon!” Damon exclaimed this to himself, but prompted the people still waiting outside to respond.

“I don’t care what your name is! You took my spot in line and now everybody is waiting on you! Get the hell out of there!!” the man was clearly fuming from having his spot in line usurped from him like that, but Damon didn’t care.

Damon needed to take a break from the vendor’s hall. Yes, that’s right. He runs the wig stand at this convention. He needed to clean this one in particular because he had forgotten to do so beforehand.

Damon began to turn around, which was a struggle given his mass. Reaching for the stall door, he realized that he was butt naked. He glanced over the stall doors, which required nothing more than a turn of the head at his height, at the crowds waiting for him to leave. Out of nowhere, Damon began to get a migraine. He growled a bit before grasping his head with his paw. Unbeknownst to him,the ripped fabric began to swirl in the air, forming new clothes for him. Leather boots adorned his new feet, which led into thick blue Levi jeans which were heavily strained by his ass, legs, and bulge. A simple grey t-shirt donned his magnificent form, and an apron flowed down the front of his body, the strings tying themselves behind the small of his back.

This all happened bottom to top, and once it reached his neck, Damon’s head finally began to feel the effects. The small boyish jaw cracked to the side before reforming as a giant wide slab, the rest of his head expanding to match his stout neck. Cheekbones and brow snapped outwards, and his small nose grew into a solid, masculine one with a ridge in the middle, making it dip downwards slightly. Teeth rearranged perfectly as his lips thinned and mouth widened, creases appearing beside his mouth, eyes, and forehead. Damon moved his mitt to rub his new jaw, and found it rough and gritty like sandpaper. Above his mouth grew a large bushy mustache that reached just past his lip.

Damon opened the stall door and looked down upon the man that was criticising him as he eased his way out. The man wasn’t short, but compared to Damon he only reached about chest height. He eyed him and the rest of the crowd, who stared back at this immense man who was wildly different from the boy that entered not so long ago. The feeling of power satisfied Damon, his cock hardening and snaking down his left thigh. He was a man with a dominating presence, because of his stature, and also his experience.

Dylan didn’t have the experience he was thinking about, but Damon did. The folds on Damon’s face got heavier, skin became thicker and more weatherbeaten. silver strands of hair were speckled around his body, making sweet accentuations to his dark brown body hair. As everyone eyed him, Damon’s chest raised and lowered with each of his deep breaths. The awkward silence filled the room.

“Ah would appreciate it ifin' ya moved so ah can finish uhp mah business” His booming voice sliced through the atmosphere, and everyone started fidgeting around like they were beforehand. The man in front of Damon was too shocked to move, so Damon slapped his large mitt onto his shoulder and moved him aside. Once Damon could pass, he made a sly smile at the man and patted his back. Damon has been gone too long from his booth. Making his way back into the vendor’s hall, he raised his mighty arm to show the stamp on his hand, and then proceeded towards his booth. There he saw a young girl looking around at the wigs he had on display.

“Howdy thair young lady, how can ah help ya today?” Damon eased his mass into the small metal chair that was given to him at the start of the con. With how much the chair creaked under his weight, it's a miracle that i didn’t collapse.

Jes was shocked to see such a large man working at something like a wig booth. The air around him smelt of pine trees.

“O-oh yeah! Yeah, no I was just- I was just looking around. I was waiting for someone but I think he left early so I’m just here now y’know?” Her nervousness was apparent in her voice, but Damon didn’t want to frighten her at all, even if he happened to scare quite a few people away.

“Hey Hey alraahyt ah git it.” Damon gave a hearty chuckle, “Well look for as long as ya’ld like, no pressure at alll young miss. Didn’t mean t' scare ya, I swear. So ya think ya were ditched by that partner awf yours? Well that dudn make a convention too fun now does it? I’m here all day so ya can always come here eend chat with ole damon ifin' ya’d like!”

“Oh! Well, thank you for the offer! I still have some money left over so I’ll probably just walk around some more. I’ll make sure to stop by before I leave, though!.” Jes found this man oddly familiar, though she didn’t understand why. She had never met this man, or anyone like this man either.” she turned away, and with a quick wave goodbye, she walked off deeper into the convention halls, glancing back at the giant man at the wig stand one last time.

He said "hey hey", didn't he?

Big ramy little shirt

First Responder

Buy me a protein shake so I can get as big as this guy’s about to?

Eugene Meyers never liked high school. He didn’t like it when he was in it, and now that he’d graduated, he didn’t like running into people who’d experienced it alongside him, because for some reason it was still all they wanted to talk about.

So when Eugene saw Gabi Fortescue on the other end of the strip mall, walking toward him, he hoped she wouldn’t talk to him. Maybe she wouldn’t even recognize him. After all, his hair was down to his shoulders now, and he’d gained ten pounds, notable for someone as thin as he was. She was in flip-flops, so she was walking slow, and maybe he’d get to Serene Planet before she reached him…his hand was resting on the door of the shop when she walked past him.

Whew.

“Hey, we went to high school together, right?”

Shit.

Eugene turned around. “Yeah, hey.” He tossed a long blond bang out of his eyes. “I’m Eugene.”

“I remember you! We had Statistics together. I’m Gabi, if you don’t remember,” she smiled. She had a round face, big eyes, white teeth. Not the kind of girl who was going to rock a full tattoo sleeve, meaning she wasn’t Eugene’s type, but she was pretty enough that he hadn’t talked to her in high school. “You going into work?”

“Work…? Oh, no,” he answered. “I don’t work here, I just uh, smoke a lot.” He remembered Gabi as a good girl - not that good girls didn’t smoke weed, but she didn’t seem like the type - but if this statement scandalized her, she didn’t show it.

“Oh, cool. I work at the tanning salon down there. Funny since I don’t tan.” She raised a pale arm up to her side as proof, and Eugene laughed politely. “Are you in school?”

“Nah, I think college is…kind of a scam?” Eugene shrugged. “I dunno. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and it felt dumb to throw a bunch of money down the toilet while I figured it out. But I’m not working right now either, so… I don’t know, I just don’t really care. I probably should. I really like doing nothing.”

“Long as you’re happy,” Gabi smiled. “Hey, I gotta run before I clock in late, but it’s nice to see you.”

“Good to see you too, thanks for saying hi,” Eugene said, not meaning it. But he did appreciate that she hadn’t brought up high school.

The bell above Serene Planet’s door chimed as Eugene walked in. He was immediately hit with the overwhelming smell of incense, which was burning in at least four places that he could see from where he stood. He went to the hippie shop so frequently that he’d gotten to know a lot of the staff, but the clerk today was a white girl with hot pink dreads that he didn’t recognize.

Eugene always looked at the hand-blown glass pipes first, which were such a temptation and so damn pretty. But he already owned several, and since he wasn’t working and his parents were starting to make threats about paying rent, it wasn’t a great use of money. So he poked around more, just killing time - the only thing he did nowadays - perusing the handmade clothes and weird tchotchke that were staples in every head shop he’d ever been in. He skipped over the Wiccan shit and then moved onto a glass case full of jewelry. Mostly navel rings, but there were a few other options, like a cool glass ring that caught Eugene’s attention. The inside of it was layered with orange, red, and yellow that made it look like it was literally on fire. “Dope,” Eugene muttered. He turned to the girl behind the counter. “How much is this one here?”

She flipped up the hinged counter and walked across the store to where he stood. “That one’s fuckin’ cool, right? It’s thirty bucks.”

Eugene’s checking account had $42 in it at present. Eh, worth it. “I’ll take it.”

She nodded and unlocked the case, retrieving the ring carefully and holding it as she walked back to the counter. “It was handmade by this really cool chick who lives up in the woods. She has like fifty chickens and just stays up there making jewelry. She’s my hero,” the shopgirl explained as she dropped the ring into a small plastic baggie.

“Oh, I’ll wear it,” Eugene said, so the girl took it out of the bag and gave it to him. As he wriggled it onto his bony finger, he noticed a sign taped to the counter under his hand. “First responder discount?”

“Yeah, we give 15% off if you’re a first responder. Just started doing it.”

“I’m a first responder,” Eugene said quickly.

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“I know you’re thinking you want a smaller chest, but it’s actually just the opposite,” Bernhardt said into Dylan’s ear. “You want a bigger chest. That’s what will look the best on you.”

“Really?” Dylan said unsurely, feeling bits of his flesh squeezing through Bernhardt’s fingers. “I’m not...I don’t know. I don’t want boobs like a girl.”

“That’s why you want them bigger. When they’re bigger than any woman’s, nobody will compare the two.” Bernhardt’s fingers were being forced further apart. Dylan’s shirt began to tighten at the base of his chest.

“But...that’s big...if they’re bigger than any girl’s…”

“But isn’t that what you want? The biggest, manliest chest possible.”

Dylan’s legs buckled. His eyes rolled back. “Yes, I...I do want a manly chest, as long as it doesn’t look like a girl’s-”

“We’ll take care of that. For now, just focus on your chest growing. Can you feel it?”