Frank had been eager to spend the weekend relaxing as he drove home from a long day at work on a Friday evening. He spent all his time sitting behind a desk in an office. You think he’d want to get out a little and be active over the two days he had off but nope. His plans consisted of watching TV, eating comfort food and maybe doing a couple chores along the way. That was probably why he’d grown quite the gut over the last few years. Big enough that it’d begun to hang over his belt slightly. Not to mention how much harder it’d become to pull his work slacks over his ass lately. But honestly? He didn’t care. He was happy and comfortable and that was all that mattered to him. And besides, there were tons of guys out there into dudes with big bellies like him.

Little did Frank know however, everything was about to change.

On his drive back, he drove past what looked to be a traveling circus. They were getting set up on the local football field nearby Frank’s house. The signs suggested they were gearing up for a big weekend event. He hadn’t seen one around here in forever so to say it caught his attention was an understatement. He had some great memories of going to the circus when he was younger. The nostalgia hit him hard enough that Frank found himself parking up just outside the gates so he could have a nosey peek at what kinds of attractions they might be setting up outside of the man circus tent. If it looked good, he’d maybe even abandon his plans to be a couch potato and check it out over the weekend.

As he jumped out of his car and walked up to the main entrance, he peered through the gate. He could see all sorts of game stands being prepared and prize counters being set up. Even a couple amusement rides were being put up and carefully tested. It looked pretty damn special. Just as Frank was about to turn away and hop back in his car however, one of the performers came up to the gate to greet him.

“Why hello sir! It would seem you’re interested in our soon to be spectacular show!” The man said with the exact kind of gusto you’d expect from a performer. From the looks of his outfit, he was the circus' Ringmaster too. Big decorated top hat. Eccentric looking suit. Staff in hand. And not to mention a large salt and pepper beard to seemed to radiate importance.

“Y-yeah. I went to a couple things like this as a kid. Great memories. I’ll have to come check you guys out tomorrow. Looks like it'll be great.” Frank said earnestly.

The Ringmaster beamed. “Oh well that’s mighty kind of you to say!” He placed his hands on his hips with pride. “You know what? How’s about I offer you an exclusive early tour around the grounds. Show a few secrets and what not. Whatdaya say?!” He offered generously while already opening up the gate for Frank.

Frank was a little taken aback by the sudden gesture. “O-Oh no you don’t have-” He didn’t even get a chance to finish turning the Ringmaster down before the glitzy man before him was throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“Nonsense!” The Ringmaster guffawed as he practically dragged Frank through the entrance and onto the grounds. “We’ll just take a quick stroll and then you can be on your way, good sir.”

A part of Frank wanted to pull away and refuse. But this man was so damn endearing and charismatic. It felt almost impossible to refuse him somehow. So much so that even while Frank’s mind was still debating, his body was already moving eagerly in time with the Ringmaster’s frantic steps.

Before he knew it Frank was being introduced to many of the staff and performers across the grounds. They all seemed just as welcoming as the Ringmaster despite Frank being a total stranger. He knew they were supposed to put on a show for all but the place wasn’t even open yet. He supposed they might’ve just been practicing for tomorrow. Or maybe they were so used to accommodating the public that it was second nature to them all. And yet there was something more. Perhaps Frank was overthinking it but they were treating him almost like a real friend they wanted to know and get closer to. It was weirding him out a little. They were almost being too nice. But when one of them handed him a free hotdog from the stand they got up and running for the staff, Frank told himself he was just being paranoid. He should just enjoy this rare and lucky opportunity.

Once they toured all of the smaller attractions, the Ringmaster finally started walking Frank towards the huge circus tent in the centre of it all. The tent itself was already up but the inside was still being prepared such as the seating and decor. From there the Ringmaster began to tell Frank all about the acts they’d be performing in here. They had the classics like clowns and acrobatics. They had a magician who knew all kinds of tricks that could wow any crowd. He even introduced Frank to a pair of very well looked after twin dogs who’d been expertly trained to perform some incredible routines. And by now Frank couldn’t help finding himself truly mesmerised by all the talented performers he saw practicing.

“Too bad we couldn’t get a strongman this year.” The Ringmaster hummed, catching Frank’s attention. “We had one up until recently but he ended up retiring.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?” Frank asked curiously. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?”

The Ringmaster shook his head. “No nothing like that my boy. He’d been performing for over twenty years. Still huge and as healthy as a horse mind you. He could still lift just as heavy at forty five years old as he could at twenty five. Maybe even more. But he wanted to retire while he was still at the height of his career. Said his age would catch up with him sooner or later and didn't want to be one of those guys that kept going until they snapped.” He explained clearly and respectfully. “Still though, it was sad to see him go.” He lamented.

“He sounds like a pretty cool guy. It can't be easy finding a replacement for someone like that.” Frank hummed.

The Ringmaster sighed a little. “Yes. His name was Carlos and he was one of the best.” Just then he turned to Frank again before giving him a hearty pat on the back. “But who knows, maybe you could be his replacement. You do seem right at home here if you ask me.” He spouted. The words seemed as though they should’ve been a joke but his tone sounded strangely earnest.

Frank laughed. “What?! Me? No way.” Frank gestured down at himself. Even patting his hefty belly a little as it wobbled underneath his shirt. “Have you seen me? Most of my strength comes from being a fat guy and even that’s not very much.” He joked. “Trust me. I wouldn’t put on much of a show.”

“Gahhh don’t sell yourself short Frankie!” The Ringmaster told him with that endearing nickname he’d already decided on. “I’m sure with a little practice you could become something special. I mean the folk here already love you. For all you know, the circus might’ve been your calling all along. You never know right?”

“I appreciate it but I really don’t think I’ve got the drive or showmanship to do anything near as awesome as some of you guys do.” Frank told him, trying to decline the rather ridiculous offer in the most polite way possible. “I’m pretty happy how things are for me.”

The Ringmaster nodded. “Of course. I understand. I suppose it was a rather outlandish suggestion wasn’t it.” He resigned. However, that eccentric smile and energy swiftly returned in full only seconds later. “Well at the very least would you like to see the strongman’s studio backstage. The crew set it up out of habit.” He asked with a rather persuasive twinkle in his eye

“S-Sure. Why not I guess.” Frank shrugged. Afterall, it couldn’t hurt to have a look.

The next thing he knew he was being guided past another set of curtains and into the backstage of the circus tent. There were still boxes everywhere as things were being moved around and put in their proper places. Equipment being unpacked. Costumes being racked up. All in preparation for tomorrow. And as they passed through, most people stopped to say hello to the Ringmaster and the young portly man that his arm was still wrapped firmly around. Each and every one of them being surprisingly welcoming to Frank. They didn’t even know him and yet they were treating him like a member of their family.

Soon enough they made it to the strongman’s studio. From the outside it was just a few temporary walls and another curtain acting as the door. It was a large space but pretty simple stuff. And when they stepped inside, they found a room full of everything you would expect a strongman to have. Most notably a wide variety of weights. Some of which looked like ordinary gym weights for personal use like an impromptu workout or to get a quick pump before going out on stage. The others were clearly for the performance like the barbells and dumbbells with the kinds of spherical weights you’d expect to see at a circus. Beyond that there was also an assortment of heavy objects of varying size and shape that a strongman would use to show off both his strength and talent. Huge barrels, anvils, and even what looked to be a ship anchor were amongst the many strange things.

“Could the last guy really lift all this?” Frank asked as touched some of the stuff to test if it was fake or not. But it was most certainly real.

The Ringmaster nodded. “Mhm. He was quite the man.”

After that Frank found himself wandering over towards the long full length mirror. Of course it made sense for a strong man to have one. It would’ve been important to keep a close eye on his physique and to remind himself to stay in shape. And next to the mirror stood a rack lined with costumes consisting mostly of one piece body suits and singlets. There were a variety of colours but almost every one had that classic pinstripe pattern that most circus strongmen adorned.

“He liked this one the most.” The Ringmaster said as he pulled a black and white singlet off the rack. “Always said it was the most comfortable and flattering out of the lot. It was difficult trying to convince him to wear anything else. I’m surprised he didn’t take it with him to be honest.” He reminisced before slowly turning to glance at Frank. “You can try it on if you’d like. See how it feels.”

Frank’s eyes widened with a slight blush. “Haha what?! No I couldn’t. I’m not…” He stumbled with his words at yet another sudden and unexpected offer. “I’d look terrible. Plus my fat ass would probably rip it.”

“Nonsense! Just slip it on. I’m sure you’d look spectacular! And perhaps seeing yourself in that outfit will encourage you to change your mind on my earlier offer.”

“I doubt it.” Frank laughed.

“Awww come on superstar! You need to give yourself a little more credit.” The Ringmaster told him. And without warning he tossed the black and white singlet at Frank who caught it with a small flinch. “Look. I’ll step outside for a minute to give you some privacy while you change and I’ll step back in as soon as you’re ready. Okay?” He didn’t even give Frank a chance to respond before turning with a nod and marching to the other side of the curtains, leaving Frank alone.

Frank looked down at the costume in his arms. He almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Barely an hour ago he’d been driving home after a normal day at work and now here he was in the middle of a circus holding a real strongman’s singlet. It was wild to say the least and part of him wanted to just go out there and politely return to singlet. And yet… the longer he held it the more an unfamiliar sense of curiosity began to wash over him. It was subtle there was a certain weight to the costume he couldn’t quite explain. Almost like the clothing itself was somehow larger than life. And so it didn’t take long for that curiosity to get the better of him. Rationalising his choice by asking himself when he might ever get another opportunity as wild as this. Might as well make the most of it. What’s the harm right?

And so Frank placed the costume down for a moment as he got undressed. Neatly removing his casual dress shirt followed by his shoes and socks. After that came his grey slacks which he folded in a pile with the rest. Frank was left standing in just a simple pair of black boxer briefs he’d put on this morning. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this but after taking a moment to gather himself, he picked the singlet up again.

Just as he was about to start putting it on however, Frank couldn’t help noticing a certain smell coming from the fabric. It wasn’t a terrible smell per se but it was rather distinct. He hadn’t quite noticed it before but now he found himself bringing the fabric closer to his face to inspect the scent. What he got was a heady blend of sweat and testosterone mixed with a hint of cologne making for an unmistakably masculine aroma that invaded Frank's senses to the point where he almost repelled. Pure manliness.

“Hey Mr… uhh Ringmaster?” Frank shouted, quickly realised that he hadn’t even asked the man for his name. “Are you sure these costumes have been washed properly?”

“Why yes of course. I can assure you they’re as clean as they’ll ever get.” The Ringmaster’s charismatic voice shouted back from beyond the curtain.

“Doesn’t seem like it…” Frank grumbled back in a hushed voice not loud enough to be heard by anyone but himself. And naturally this should’ve been the turning point for him. This should’ve been when he decided that all of this was far too ridiculous and that he should start thinking of ways to politely exit the grounds so he could head home. And yet…

Frank found himself pressing his nose into the fabric again. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d done it this time. It was as though something about the smell or the singlet itself had encouraged him to do so. Like it was asking him to just give it a chance. To let go and allow himself to slide into the unknown, whatever that was. And so he inhaled deeply. Dragging in the manly smell of sweat through his sensory cavity and allowing it to perforate his mind. Somehow it didn’t smell as bad the second time. Enough so that he found himself going back in for another sniff. Then again. And again. Inhaling that testosterone infused scent over and over again. So much so that Frank began to wonder why he’d even had a problem with it in the first place.

And then it hit him. Crowds of people all around cheering for him. The electric atmosphere that filled his entire being with energy and purpose. The smell of hard work in the air around him as he showed off his strength and power to all who were captivated by his presence. All of it seemed so familiar. And yet those weren’t his memories. They weren’t his feelings. And yet they danced around his mind as if they were. Activated by the scent alone.

Frank finally pulled his nose back a couple seconds later with a dazed look. He had no idea what’d just happened. Was it a vision? A weirdly vivid daydream? He had no idea. But he found himself wrapped up in it, whatever it was. So much so that he couldn’t help but jump a little when he heard the Ringmaster’s voice again.

“You alright in there big guy?” The other man called from outside.

“Umm… yeah. All good. Just gimme a sec.” Frank responded weakly as if his mind wasn’t all there.

Finally he took the steps to start pulling on the singlet, forgetting all about his avoidance of it beforehand. Lifted his left leg up first and slipped it inside the first leg hole before shimmying it all the way to the bottom. Then came the right leg which slid perfectly into the second leg hole. After that all he had to do was start pulling it up. And that he did. The costume climbed up his calves and thighs, wrapping tight around the fat Frank had carried with him for years. After that he had to struggle pulling the back of the singlet over his ass just like he did with most of his pants nowadays. But eventually it slid over that as well. The good thing about it being a muscle fit meant that there was plenty of room as fat as well.

The real challenge came when he reached his stomach. Unlike the lower half of the costume, there wasn’t quite as much space around the midsection. Frank scowled a little sucking his gut in as best he could before trying with all his might to pull the tight fabric up and over. It shouldn’t have worked honestly. And yet by some stroke of luck, Frank gasped as the singlet snapped over most of his belly. It was almost as if it’d grown slightly to accommodate him. Though the more likely answer was that he’d simply stretched the singlet to its limit. And now it hung loosely just below his flabby chest with the only thing left being the shoulder straps. He pushed each of his arms through, allowing the straps to wrap over his upper torso and sit across his traps, keeping the rest of the singlet firmly in place.

Frank looked down at himself. He simply felt… ridiculous. Like a guy who’d bought an ill fitting strongman costume purely for Halloween or some dress up party. Even with it stretching as best it could over his body, it still felt tight and constricting which he’d expected. Though to be honest he was surprised he was able to get it on at all without ripping it. He hoped it would stay that way when he took it off again.

He was just about to call The Ringmaster back in when he caught himself in the reflection of the mirror. The first thing he felt was a twinge of embarrassment for having allowed himself to go through with this. But then… the more he looked the more that feeling started to melt away. Like all that vulnerability and buried insecurity was just oozing right out of his body and evaporating into the air. And with that another hazy feeling seemed to settle over him. His mind dimmed as he stared deeper into his own reflection. The haze was intensified when he allowed himself to focus on the musky scent still emanating from the singlet. Drawing him deeper and deeper into trance. So deep in fact that hardly even noticed the way his stomach began to growl and gurgle.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched his reflection begin to change shape slightly. Though it didn't seem at all real to him. Like an illusion. And yet he couldn’t look away as he watched his round belly start to shrink away. He didn’t think to look down at first. He was too mesmerised by the glass in front of him. But he did find himself shifting his weight unconsciously as his centre of balance started to change. Most of the fat around his mid section simmered away into nothingness as his gut became smaller and smaller. His belly jiggled less and less until finally his stomach was practically flat for the first time in over ten years. And with that Frank found himself able to breathe easier as the singlet loosened on his frame.

“W-wha…?” He mumbled slowly. He should’ve been freaking out at having just witnessed the impossible but his brain was much too foggy. He could only just comprehend that something weird was happening to him. But the calming aroma that emanated from the singlet kept him nice and docile as his form continued to morph.

The rest of his body was next. Arms and legs getting leaner by the second. Ass getting smaller. Waist becoming tighter. Even the chub around his face started to vanish, leaving behind features that were much more defined than he’d ever seen in his adult life. All of that fat he’d carried around for so long was just… gone. Like it never existed to begin with. And left behind was a slender man wearing a singlet that was now ill fitting in a completely different kind of way as it draped off his body instead.

“I’m… I’m…” His mouth grew dry as his brain tried to comprehend what was happening. He was even able to look down at himself at last to confirm that what he was seeing in the mirror was in fact reality. But the more he tried to think, the more it felt as though his brain was being invaded by a foreign will. And so when he finally found his ability to speak again, all that came out was: “I’m… too weak. I need to grow. I need to get stronger. I have too.” The words just spilled out as if they weren’t his own. Rather the thoughts of someone else entirely leaking out into the real world.

And that’s when he heard it. A voice in his head that was most certainly not his own.

“A little more moulding and this body will be a perfect replacement.” the voice echoed. “Young and virile. So much energy. So much untapped potential. Sooo delicious.” It continued on with a predatory purr. “Yesss… I think I’m going to like it here.”

Hearing those foreign whispers rattling around inside his head caused what little bit of sense Frank had left the squirm. But it did no good. It was easily subdued by the new will that was fast overtaking his body. It wouldn’t be long now before Frank would become one with whatever was now inside of him. Fighting wouldn’t make a difference. He knew that. He could feel that. And so when the voice told him that this would be so much easier on the both of them if he settled down and let it happen, he could feel that was true as well. So… that’s what Frank did. Allowing his mind to sink back into the growing ocean that was this entity’s will. And suddenly everything felt good.

On the outside, Frank’s body had already begun changing once more. Specifically it’d begun growing again. But this time it wasn’t getting bigger with fat. Instead he was slowly starting to fill out the singlet in the way it was meant to be filled out. By packing on muscle!

He was growing all over but his legs seemed to be bulking up quicker than the rest. His feet had already grown multiple sizes to compensate and now his calves were bulging nicely as his thighs ballooned into god-like pillars of muscle. Growing even bigger than they had been when he was fat and with over ten times the power flowing through them. His quads carving themselves with definition that the former Frank never could’ve imagined with hamstrings surged with mass to match. Only slowing down until they reached nearly unstoppable levels of strength with the size to back it up. And growing alongside them had been his glutes. They’d gotten huge yet again only this time they were rounded with shapely muscle that could go from soft and pliable to hard as steel in less than a second. So hefty that they pressed expertly against the backside of his singlet in a way that would no doubt catch the eyes of many. Looking at his lower half now, you’d probably think he could squat a monster truck and deadlift a bus!

“Mmmphh yeah… that’s the stuff. We’re getting there…” Frank’s voice moaned again but it wasn’t really him speaking anymore.

Once his lower half had finished growing, the morphing of his upper body began speeding up. All that transformative energy diverting upwards to help his arms and torso surge. And surge they did. His flat stomach began to expand again slightly, only this time as a slight muscle gut with thick abs etched into it. And just above them, his pecs were rapidly expanding in a way that caused the straps on his singlet jut outwards along with them. Those straps continue to move even more as Frank’s trapezium muscles either side of his neck thicken alongside his shoulders and back. At last the costume was starting to feel snug again. No longer threatening to slide down while also not suffocating him either. But that wasn’t all as of course his arms engorged to mind boggling proportions in an effort to match legs in their own capacity. Biceps and triceps swelling in rhythm with his forearms as his hands stretched in calloused paws built for lifting anything heavy. By the end of it all he found himself with a massive pair of muscle tits, a wide gorilla-like back and cannons for arms. One look at him and you think he could bend a pipe of steel without even breaking a sweat. And honest?… He probably could.

“Faauuck yess…” He drawled as the insane transformation came to a halt at last. But not without making one last cheeky little change. His facial features had remained more or less untouched aside from one tiny detail. Where he’d once only had stubble, a thick mustache sprouted above his upper lip. An iconic staple of the strongman look.

“Now this is soooo much better. Nice and young again. Healthy too without all that fat in the way.” The man wearing Frank’s improved body commented as he admired himself in the mirror. He gave himself a quick bicep flex before looking down at the enormous hefty pecs sitting on his chest. “Fuckin beautiful.” He said as he gave each pec an experimental jiggle. Watching as the powerful muscle yielded to his touch in a way that made his new cock twitch.

“How’s it going in there Frankie boy? Have you got it on yet or do you need some help?” The Ringmaster shouted again, having heard the grunting going on inside the studio.

“Ohhh I’ve got it on alright old boy.” The hulking strongman replied with a newfound confidence in his voice. “Why don’t you get in here and check me out for yourself.”

It didn't take long for the curtains to swing open and for the Ringmaster’s eyes to light up with pure joy and excitement. No longer did he see the ordinary overweight man he’d met outside the gate but rather a muscle beast big enough to have him fight the urge to salivate. Especially as he stepped closer to the newfound hunk to get a better look at his upgraded physique.

“Wonderful! I knew this one had potential from the moment I saw him. All he needed was you in the driver's seat to bring it all out Silas.” The Ringmaster claimed boldly.

Silas grinned somewhat awkwardly, still getting used to his new facial muscles “I had my doubts when you first led him in here but I should know better by now. You’ve never failed to pick out a perfect new host for me.” He said as he flexed again, testing the new shape and size of these new muscles and how they differed to his previous host. “Good job Theodore.”

Theodore gave that same charismatic smile as he always did. “Of course. I know how reluctant you were to leave the last one.”

“Can you blame me? Carlos was gorgeous both in face and muscle. His body was unbelievably symmetrical and practically built to be huge. I was a little worried the next one wouldn’t quite live up.” Silas glanced back in the mirror, checking out his face side to side before stepping back and posing yet again. “But Frank turned out to be just as gorgeous of a beast. I already can’t get enough” He admitted gleefully while his stiffening cock bucked excitedly against the singlet, a small drop of precum seeping from the tip and creating a small cum spot on one of the white stripes. “And now his soul gets to enjoy being trapped inside my favourite singlet with all the rest of them.” He grinned, a little better this time.

“I don’t doubt he’ll learn to love being wrapped around his former body while you use it like the muscle god you are.” Theodore told him, stepping closer as he slid a hand along Silas’ huge back. “Getting to be so lucky as to worship you each and everyday like you deserve.”

“Mmmm… you know just how to get me going don’t you My Love?” Silas replied as he pulled the Ringmaster even closer into a tight embrace. Wrapping the theatrical man up in his muscular arms. “Suppose I should find a way to thank you.” He added cheekily.

“I suppose you should, my big beautiful mountain of muscle.” Theodore replied. “How about you start by letting me explore every inch of your new body. After all, I need to know exactly what we’re working with for the show tomorrow. Might as well be… thorough.”

“By all means. I’m just as eager to familiarise myself with all this as you are.” Silas hummed as he guided a hand down towards his crotch, pawing at the obscene phallic outline. “And perhaps when we move to the next town, we can scout out a new body for you as well.” He suggested. “I love your current one but I’m worried you’re not going to be able to keep up with me now that I’m young again. I can practically feel the vigor and virility bubbling up inside of me. I don’t want to end up accidentally breaking you if I get a little too… enthusiastic.”

Theodore glanced down at himself. Similar to Silas previous body, Theodore’s current form was beginning to show its age a little as well in the way of wrinkles and rapidly greying hair. It made sense though. This body was in its fifties now. Considering that, he still looked pretty damn good. But still. “You make a valid point. This form is starting to lose its vitality a little as well…” He looked back up at the hunky strongman before him and shrugged. “Well, if you insist. We’ll keep our eyes peeled for someone with the makings of a great Ringmaster.”

Silas nodded. “Glad to hear it. But right now the only thing you need to keep your eyes focused on is me.” And with that he grabbed the back of Theodore’s head and pulled him in for a rough and passionate kiss. The Ringmaster’s salt and pepper beard collided against the Strongman’s mustache and stubble in a way that made both men quiver with delight. Bodies pressing closer and closer together until the only thing that separated them was the fabric of their costumes. As was the everlasting passion of true love. The likes of which can transcend lifetimes.

And as the fabric rubbed together, the souls trapped inside Silas’ singlet could briefly hear the souls trapped inside Theodore’s extravagant suit. All of them moaning in delight as they were kept alive in eternal bliss. Even Frank himself as he mingled with all the others in his new home.

To be continued?…

I present you with my first completely original story in over a year! I’m feeling a little rusty but I’m happy with how this one turned out overall. Hopefully a lot of you will agree. Enjoy!

Gerald sighed as he sat outside his usual coffee shop on a Friday evening. He stared down at his coffee, eyes heavy after yet another unfulfilling day. He always told himself he should be grateful. At 43 years old he’d secured himself a very well paying job as a financial advisor which he was pretty damn good at. And yet he never felt satisfied. Especially over the last few years. Gerald would finish with his clients for the day and suddenly find himself sinking into a pit of discontent. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was wasting his life somehow.

He pulled out his phone after taking a sip of coffee. In an effort to forget his own sorrow, he opened up the first social media app that caught his eye and started scrolling. It helped for a while. That is until he stumbled across the profile of a young hunk. He was handsome, had great hair, thick muscles, and loads of tattoos. Practically the polar opposite of Gerald who was unremarkable in every way. He could barely stand to look at his own flabby aging body nowadays. So whenever he saw these gorgeous younger men online, he found himself drowning in envy. Wishing he’d had what they do. Wishing he’d made different choices when he was their age.

He could’ve been a stud had he ever bothered to go to the gym. He could’ve been an athlete had he pursued sports like his father tried telling him to. Even if he didn’t become a star, he might’ve at least felt more proud to look back on his past. Now when he looked back all he could see was a younger version of himself wasting his youth.

Gerald glanced up from his phone for a moment to grab his cup again when another man caught his eye. He was seated not far away and seemed to be glancing in his direction though it was hard to tell behind the sunglasses.

The man looked to be a similar age to Gerald, maybe a little older, but he was far more attractive. Perfect salt and pepper hair that seemed to glow in the sunlight. An immaculate beard that was surprisingly dark compared to the hair above with the exception of his chin where it turned a snowy white. He was alluring in a way that made it hard for Gerald to look away. He must’ve stared at the man for a good minute or so before he was snapped out of it when the handsome figure stood up suddenly.

“Excuse me. May I have a word?” The mysterious man asked as he stepped towards Gerald. “My name is Mr Wavell and I just couldn’t help noticing you staring.”

Gerald was mortified. There was nobody else around the man who could've been speaking to. His face turned bright red as he scoulded himself internally for being a bit of a creep.

“Oh… I’m so sorry sir. I didn't mean t-to stare. I was just… zoning out a little. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything.” Gerald stumbled through his words like an idiot while feeling embarrassed beyond all else.

Wavell smiled. “You’ve nothing to apologise for. I completely understand. I get looks all the time. Most people just can’t help themselves.” He moved closer to Gerald before taking a seat next to him at his table. “Besides. I can tell there’s something bothering you. Why don’t you tell me all about it.” Wavell placed a hand on Gerald’s thigh, his eyes shimmering behind his sunglasses.

Gerald’s mouth went dry in an instant. After that first comment he wanted to say this gorgeous man was a bit up himself and yet he couldn’t help proving him right by continuing to stare helplessly as Wavell took his seat. But the moment Wavell’s hand landed on his thigh, Gerald could stop himself from getting a boner harder than he’d had in years. It was embarrassing to say the least. To get this worked up over nothing but a man’s touch.

“I guess I’ve just been feeling a little regretful? Like I wish I’d done things differently when I was younger.” Gerald wasn’t even sure why he was admitting this to a total stranger but he couldn’t help himself. “I wish I could go back and do it again. Change my decisions, you know? I’m always looking at these young hunky men online and wondering if I could’ve been like them if I took a different path.” The words just kept spilling out.

Wavell squeezed Gerald’s thigh. “Is that so? Well why don’t you tell me more about it on the way back to your place?”

Gerald squinted for a moment. Why would he let this stranger he’s just met accompany him home? But the more Wavell’s hand rubbed his thigh, the more his cock pulsed and the more he just wanted to nod and agree.

“S-sure. Okay.”

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The journey home was a blur. Gerald felt as though he was high with the way the world spun and how time seemed to bend. One moment he was sitting outside the coffee shop speaking to one of the most handsome looking gentlemen he’d ever met and the next he was stumbling through his front door with that very same man trailing behind him.

“Show me to your room won’t you?” Wavell asked though it sounded more like a direction than a question. One that Gerald didn’t think twice about as he nodded before leading the way. All the while not caring how his dick was pulsing aggressively in his trousers, creating an obscene tent that he should’ve been trying to hide. Yet a foreign voice in his head urged him to let Wavell see just how excited he was to invite the gentleman into his home. In any other case this line of thinking would’ve repulsed Gerald with how perverted it seemed but the more he tried to snap out of it, the deeper he fell into whatever fog had cast itself over his mind. By the time they reached the bedroom, Gerald didn’t know what to do with himself. Mr Wavell’s magic had settled so harshly over his brain that he struggled to think for himself without command.

“So.” Wavell began. “You wish your life was different?” He placed a hand on Gerald’s shoulder.

“Y-yes sir. I do.” Gerald replied honestly in the manner of a drone.

Wavell hummed as he scanned Gerald’s body. Middle aged. Out of shape. Mundane clothes to match the boring look of his house. “Well. You’re in luck because I just so happen to have the power to grant your heart's desire.”

“Please. Please fix me. I’ll do anything for you sir.” Gerald begged as he dropped to his knees. “I-I’ll worship you. I’ll be your personal servant. I’ll-” He was cut off before he could continue.

“There’s no need for all that.” Wavell stared down at the man as Gerald began hugging one his legs. “You’re one of those huh?…” He mumbled. Wavell knew that nobody could resist his magical aura. No matter how strong willed they were, they would submit to him. Even the strongest of men would crack in seconds if Wavell flooded their minds with his magic. But other men were so weak to his power that they found themselves melting into submissive puddles even under such mild exposure. Gerald was one of those men. Wavell barely had to thread his magic through the man’s head and already he was willing to become a devoted love slave.

Wavell told Gerald to get back up on his feet. Gerald complied in a heartbeat, jumping back up with glazed eyes. Wavell was silent for a moment before telling him to strip off. Without a second thought Gerald practically ripped off his baggy suit and tossed each article of clothing to the side until his flabby aging body was on full display.

“Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me what exactly you wish was different about your life. I want to know all the choices you would change. Can you do that for me Gerald?” Wavell asked.

Gerald nodded. “Yes sir. Of course. Anything.” He immediately began to think back over his life in an attempt to zero in on all the decisions he made that lead him to where he was today. “Well… for start I wish I didn’t waste all my youth in accounting. I only did it for the money. I never really enjoyed any of the work.”

“Is that so? You want all that time back do you?” Wavell’s eyes glowed, shifting from their ordinary colour to a glimmering violet as a different kind of magic began to settle over Gerald’s body.

A low hum escaped Gerald’s lips as he started to regress from middle age. Slowly the wrinkles that’d etched themselves into his features started to vanish. His skin tightening and smoothing over with a youthful glow as all those lost years came rushing back. His eyes began to look brighter as his hair grew back full and thick. All the aches and pains that’d crept up on him in the last decade or so faded away in moments. Immediately Gerald felt so limber and energetic as he regressed from his forties all the way back to his mid twenties. His erection felt harder than ever now with his cock having been rejuvenated to its prime.

Gerald hardly seemed to notice the changes. He paid no mind to strange happenings of his own body. It didn’t seem to matter right now. All he could think about was Wavell and how to please him. And right now that was by answering more questions. So when Wavell asked Gerald what else he wished he could change about his early life decisions, he was quick to rack his brain until something popped out at him.

“I wish I’d started going to the gym with my dad back when I was a teen instead of burying my nose in books all the time.” With those words another pulse of purple magic caused a new change to begin.

The fat on Gerald’s frame began to melt away as his own personal history rewrote itself. Instead of all those extra hours studying, he spent that time getting into shape when he was younger. This shift caused his wobbly belly to fade from existence as a much leaner frame took its place. He would only remain lean for a moment or so however at that fat was swiftly replaced by burgeoning muscle. All that consistent weight training from years in the gym caused Gerald’s frame to bulk up considerably. Arms bulging, pecs ballooning, legs swelling. All the while new memories flooded his mind as he remembered every second he spent pumping iron and cooking healthier food to fuel his muscles. At the same time though his IQ dropped to a more average level due to all those lost study hours. Yet Gerald hardly seemed to notice.

Reality had already shifted significantly to accommodate the changes. Gerald’s entire family tree had gotten younger along with him for a start. He’d regressed back to the beginning of his career in accounting as well. Initially that was fine but with the loss of IQ in that specialty, memories of struggling to hold his current position piled in. Constantly being scolded by his bosses for being a weak link and making mistakes while the threat of being fired hung over his head. Those newfound memories were exactly what spurred his next words.

“I wish I hadn’t gone for a career in accounting. I wish I could’ve gone for something more fun and athletic.” And with that the transformation deepened… only this time it was less physical.

All that time Gerald had spent trying to work his way into accounting evaporated. In its place memories of trying out a bunch of different sports when he was younger littered his mind. He’d tried athletics, football, and rugby but the sport he excelled at the most was basketball. It only made sense considering he’d always been a tall dude. With that he started to remember all the friends he’d made on teams and at clubs over the years as he got more and more serious about it. He’d excelled to the point of going professional and had managed to make some decent money playing over the years. He was happier than ever. Sure the games were nerve racking but they sure as hell weren’t boring and he almost always had the time of his life!

As these changes happened, the reality warp began catching up to Gerald’s house itself. His personal belongings morphed and changed to fit his new life while the very layout of every room in his home shifted. Before long any trace that a middle aged financial advisor once lived there evaporated as it looked more and more like a messy bachelor pad by the second. Sports memorabilia decorating the walls, gym equipment scattered around, discarded clothes littering the floors.

As more memories began piling in about his new friends, he suddenly recalled how often they went out together to fool around and have a laugh. But one thing that stood out was how often his teammates would go and get tattoos done. Yet he never did. He always feared the idea of stamping his body with something permanent like that. The team always teased him about it while trying to push him to get at least one small tattoo but he never could. For as confident as he was now, tattoos still made him anxious.

“I wish I just nutted up and got inked like my bro’s on the team did.” He barely even noticed the shift in his vocabulary before another buzz of magic vibrated through his being.

Dark spots of ink began to swirl across Gerald’s skin at almost every point of his body. From his neck down his chest, stomach and arms, across his back and even along his legs! All kinds of patterns that twisted into words, animals, faces, numbers. You name it. His youthful body became an art canvas covered in all kinds of pieces. A tiger crawled along his right shoulder. A pair of axes mirror each other on his pecs. A snake slithered over his left trap and down his arm. A mermaid to the left of his stomach. A skull filled with tentacles on his right thigh. And between them all a multitude of symbols, phrases and faces belonging to various men and women until the only part of his body that was clean of ink was his face.

Gerald bit his tongue as the sizzling feeling began to subside. He still refused to look down, his gaze locked on to Wavell’s glowing eyes, but he knew something else had changed. But as his memories shifted, he struggled to comprehend what possibly could have happened. For a moment he remembered what he’d wished for but now it didn’t make sense. He’d wished he was inked but he’d been getting tattoos for as long as he could remember.

“Wait… why did I… wish for those things?” Gerald managed to say aloud. He remembered all the things he wished were different about his life but none of them made sense. Why would he wish to be younger when he was in his prime? Or to be in better shape? And he never wanted to go into accounting right? None of them made sense.

Wavell placed a gentle hand on Gerald’s cheek. “Don’t think too hard about it. In fact, don’t think about it at all.” He pressed a finger against Gerald’s temple and in an instant all the hunk’s doubts melted away as he fell into an even deeper trance.

The warlock took a moment to admire his work. He’d changed this unhappy middle aged man into a young bright eyed athlete. Wavell ran his hand along Gerald’s huge chest before hefting the tattooed muscle. He gave each bicep a squeeze before allowing his palm to glide over Gerald’s abs. Only after admiring those bulky legs did Wavell’s gaze shift back up towards the hunk’s face. His magic hadn’t touched a single feature besides and yet he looked more handsome than ever. It was incredible what looking after your body could do for your face. He went from looking painfully average to being a total knockout. And as a bonus Wavell even sprinkled in a little magic to stop that hairline from receding again any time soon.

“Not bad. Only four self-inflicted reality shifts for a change as dramatic as this.” He hummed. It was always fun to manipulate his subjects into driving their own transformations every once in a while. And in this case it couldn’t have worked out any better for old Gerald.

Wavell took a step back before snapping his fingers. Immediately Gerald’s eyes flashed with awareness as the haze that’d dogged up his brain began to lift.

“W-woah dude. What the hell is going on… am I naked?” he grumbled, holding his head as he stared down at his hard veiny cock before finally looking up again to see the suited warlock standing before him.

“It would appear that way.” Wavell responded and before Gerald even had a chance to question any further, he flicked his wrist with a flash of purple magic.

“Ohhhh F-FUUUUUUCK!!” Gerald moaned as the magic swirled around his cock. It gathered up any residual memories floating around inside Gerald’s mind about his previous life in an attempt to purge anything that would contradict this new reality. All of those memories and experiences were sucked down on his balls where they were churned away into nothing but a huge virile load waiting to shoot. Moments later Gerald threw his head back as ropes of cum launched from his cock and splattered across Wavell’s suit jacket.

The warlock wiped some of it up with his finger before plugging it into his mouth. “Mmmmmm that’s the stuff. Nothing quite like a post-transformation orgasm.” He chuckled before returning his attention to the confused panting hunk. “Now. Go to bed. Forget all about me. Forget all about this experience. Wake up tomorrow as a new man with a new life.” Those very words seemed to carry magic of their own as Gerald’s eyes began to lull. He became too sleepy to argue or question why. He was hardly able to slip on a pair of underwear and shorts before collapsing into bed where he fell from consciousness.

With that Wavell took one final look at his most recent subject before nodding with satisfaction. Moments later he turned on his heel before allowing a purple cloud of smoke to engulf his body and teleport him away. Leaving Gerald alone to a new life where he’d made better choices for himself.

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