Alan had been fed up with the laziness of his son. He’d never expected himself to get to such a point but everyday after coming home from work and watching the younger man sit on his ass watching football or whatever, instead of practicing while Alan went out to work at some dead-end job continued to add up.
Of course, the final straw was the complete and total forgetting of Father’s Day. There’s only so many birthdays or Christmases that Dave could forget before Alan had enough. It’s not even like Father’s day was all that special to the man. Usually just grilling some burgers and getting some pun of a card was all he wanted.
But this was the last straw. After seeing Dave sitting around and not even saying, ‘Happy Father’s Day’ to him, he took matters into his own hands. There was a card he’d bought, almost as a bit of a gaff, that was supposed to be enchanted. Instead of receiving the card Alan gave it to his son.
Not that Dave cared. He tossed it in the trash without a second thought. Alan smirked. It didn’t need to be accepted, only given. With that the present was already starting to take hold. With each step down the hallway, Alan could feel the smallest bit of his body starting to change.
Without thinking he was already walking taller with stronger steps. Each stride seemed to have added another week to his lifespan. Hair started to grow back on the top of his head. He could feel his atrophying muscles building up again without any effort at all. His clothes felt tighter across his shoulders and chest and his belt looser around his waist.
Without even thinking Alan entered into what he thought was his son’s room. Yet, when he looked at the Wolves mascot he had a certain kinship with it. But when he saw that the trophies had his name on it, Alan knew full well that the spell had worked.
Alan took a seat on what was soon to be his bed. The changes were happening whether Dave wanted them too or not. A sly smirk covered his face as he laid down and wallowed in the bed almost marking it.
Still his clothes continued to feel tighter. His chest was really starting to push against the buttons of his shirt. His shoulders continued to grow wider and waist thinner. Yet, his pants felt tighter as thick muscular quads started to fill them.
He sat back up wiggling his toes as his shoes were completely filled with his feet. “Only a matter of time,” he mused to himself as he grabbed the football and tossed it gingerly into the air.
Meanwhile in the other room, Dave started to feel something was off. His whole body started to feel a strange bloat to it. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Neither farting nor burping did anything to release whatever strange bloat was plaguing him.
Dave stood up and tried to stretch, hoping that might make some kind of change. Yet, the first thing he noticed was his shirt. It was riding up over a belly. “What the hell?!” he cursed staring down at the forming stomach. What had been lean cut abs was now starting to become a belly. He let out a grunt as it continued to get even bigger.
“What the hell’s going on?!” he grimaced at the strange belly forming on him. Even worse the college sleeveless shirt was starting to feel tight against his chest. And his shoes were starting to feel even tighter. His thoughts raced back to the card. It didn’t make sense but it was the only thing that he could go off of.
Panic raced through Dave as weight continued to pile onto his once lithe body. His muscles almost seemed to have exploded with an unknown force adding power and strength that the lean ones would give. However, with that size also seemed to come age.
His shaggy blond hair was starting to fall out while thick coarser hair started to cover his arms, legs and chest. He scratched it absentmindedly. “This can’t be real…” he declared but when he saw his face in the mirror and he looked to be well into his thirties, that didn’t matter anymore.
Dave ran down the hallway as fast as he could. His thick burly body shook the house with each step. The hulking frame took up nearly the entire space. He only paused for a second seeing a picture and watching as Alan and him had swapped spots. “ALAN!” he shouted loudly through the house.
Alan chuckled. Hearing Dave’s voice echo through the house only spurred his excitement. He knew the changes were still happening. He could feel his strength growing more and more. Each muscle developed into something thicker and stronger than he had ever had. It was like decades of work were all piling into him at once as his body also lost those decades in age.
The once portly older man was now growing more spry and filled with a excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. His body moved easily and effortlessly. His muscles were strong and full. His face young and filled with a handsomeness he’d never known.
Alan ripped off the rest of his clothes, discarding the relic that he had been. They weren’t who he was anymore.
Alan went over to the mirror again examining the new powerhouse of a man he’d become. He’d stolen so much of his son’s youth and strength, that he almost felt bad. Yet, seeing those powerful muscles staring back at him washed any of those feelings away. A confidence burgeoned within him as he went through what had been his son’s closet to find something to wear. Most of it was a little tight, but he could figure something.
Not even the loud knocking on his bedroom door made him nervous.
On the other side was Dave. The lean handsome man had turned into an absolute beast. Muscular bulk covered every inch of the other an. However, it also gave him two more decades of experience. Alan wasn’t sure what the ‘curse’ really was, but seeing how Dave had only grown bigger and stronger than even Alan was, made him grin.
Even as Dave stared him down with as much anger and menace that the man could muster, it didn’t phase Alan the slightest bit. He gave his ‘dad’ a pat on the shoulder and started walking through the house. Dave’s anger turned to confusion. His hulking size would have made the biggest of men panic, yet, Alan walked past him like it was nothing.
Dave continued to follow Alan. His heavy footsteps were softening. Even with all that bulk he was quickly learning how to control his excess weight. He watched as Alan turned into the garage and was absolutely stunned by what he say.
“Happy Father’s Day,” Alan said. “It took a while and I’m glad you didn’t come in and spoil it.” He smiled as he showed off the fully stocked gym in their garage. It didn’t make sense, yet the magic continued to push and pull making everything feel as though it made sense. Somehow Alan had been sneaking in weights and machines under Dave’s nose to surprise him with a fully stocked gym.
“Damn it boy,” Dave growled with a menacing tone. “I told you not to do anything this stupid.”
“Oh c’mon pops,” Alan grinned mischievously. The word fell out of him so naturally that he couldn’t help but add a chuckle. “I knew you wanted to take things to the next level and those paid gyms can’t handle your strength.”
“Whatever,” Dave grumbled as he entered into the workout space. He grabbed Alan into a headlock, forcing the other man into his pit and roughed up his hair. “All I wanted was some steak and you’d gone and given me all this shit.” He let go and then extended his hand. “Good on ya boy.” He grinned shaking his sons hand.
Alan smirked. The new reality was setting in. Dave didn’t seem to remember the old one. Or if he did, that past lazy son he was was now gone. Alan took his father’s hand and shook it. “Ready to test some of this out?” he offered.
“HELL YEAH!” Dave shouted. Before they knew it the two were working out with Dave pushing Alan to his absolute limit.
Tried something a little different to see if it worked. Created using ChatGPT. Pictures AI generated, Story written by me.
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