The Reality Editor

[roninjoey]

(Hey all, I had this story idea while I was at the gym and wanted to bang it out real quick, no pun intended. I totally kept getting wood thinking about it and it was very embarrassing! Lemme know how y'all like it. I might come back and work on it more later. It ended up taking me much longer than I meant....)


The Reality Editor: Brady & Aiden, or, Love vs. Football & Pleasure
By Me



You know, things weren't always like this. I'll tell you the story if you can keep your hot mouth off my huge cock for a little while. I know, it's pretty hard... literally. I'm not going to lie, being master of the universe makes you a little cocky. With this little computer, I can change anything I want to change. All I have to do is press the freeze button and the whole world freezes. And then, well, I edit reality. Of course, I use it mostly for sex. What gay guy wouldn't? I'm not all bad though. You're not going to believe me but before I got the editor, there was no cure for AIDs, gay marriage was illegal, and you don't even want to know what living under President Palin was like. Who's Palin? Oh, she's the BEFORE chick from those shake weight commercials, you ever see those?

Anyway, you wouldn't know it from looking at me now, but before I had the editor, I was a total dweeb! I was short, fat, pockmarked, total tiny dicked loser. All I did was eat nachos and play video games. Nobody even looked at me. Now, well, I see how you're looking at me.

Where'd I get the editor? Haha, if I told you, well, you might be able to get one of your own! Can't have two masters of the universe running around, can we?

Does it work? What, you think you always had that body? You think you always looked like that? Worked on you, didn't it?

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A little back story. Before I got the remote, I lived in this tiny ass apartment off my college campus with three other guys. Two of them were boyfriends, Brady and Aiden, the first fat and short and the second skinny and short. Dorks like me. Edgar on the other hand was a different story. Edgar was indisputably the best looking guy at that school. 6', blonde and blue eyes, classic features, total all American type. You should have seen his body. Well, you never would have. Total closet case. Always dressed conservatively in ties and sweaters. He lived with us because we were the only gay guys he was out to. All he did was study all the time! He wanted to go into politics or something. He'd get up every morning and do his p90x, never skip class, in bed by 9 after studying all day. And worst of all, he didn't care that I was totally in love with him. I was dying because I knew he'd never love me back. Well, before I got the editor.

So, we had a problem. I found out that the guys were planning on kicking me out. Brady was my friend but he was a total pushover and sweetheart, and I guess Aiden thought I was too messy or some shit like that, and Brady and Edgar were going to go along with it. But they didn't know I had the editor, and I knew how to use it.

I decided to start with Brady and Aiden. I had a mind to punish Aiden for trying to ruin my life, and to be honest, I have a huge fetish for transforming guys. So when they called me in to talk to me about kicking me out, I was feeling pretty confident.

"Mark, we need to talk to you."

"Yeah you do. Freeze!" And that's what happened. Smiling broadly, I used the voice edit option.

"First, this apartment building is now mine because I am extremely rich. In fact, it is a beautiful mansion. I let you three live here for free because I am the best friend to all of you, and you are extremely grateful and would never dream of moving elsewhere."

And it was so. Everything around me changed, becoming refined and expensive and expansive. My memories changed too. I had come from a moneyed, wealthy family and they bought me this mansion.

"Aiden is going to realize that his absolute desire is to tell me his deepest fantasy. Unfreeze!"

They unfroze. Aiden had a strange look on his face. He jumped to his feet and blurted out, "Mark, I have to tell you something. I really, truly love Brady and all but he's totally not my type and I wish that I could reconcile my love for him with my lack of sexual interest. I've always wanted to be sexually dominated by that total BMOC type, the jocky straight football player with the cheerleader girlfriend. Brady has such a tiny cock that I have to top, and I'm really a bottom for huge dicks." Immediately after saying it Aiden turned bright red and turned to Brady, who looked appalled.

I chuckled. "Well, isn't that interesting? Freeze! Now let's make things interesting. Brady, you are going to change over the next seven days into Aiden's ideal type, the kind of guy he's always fantasized about while having sex with you. The straight jock football player with the nine incher. Every day at noon, your mind will reset and you will remember the current version of yourself as the way you've always been. Oh, and by day three at noon, you and Aiden will have been just roommates. You will no longer be in love with Aiden, never have been, and never will be."

"Aiden, on the other hand, you will now feel an intense pleasure from being my servant without me even asking. You have always been my servant. You love being my servant. You will clean, cook, run errands, do my homework, give me baths, nothing is too extreme for you. Every moment of pleasure given from this will make the experience even better. But all the time you will not lose your love for Brady. That will only grow stronger, particularly as Brady changes. You will be fully aware of all these changes aside from being my servant, and aware that I am responsible, but now how. The pleasure will be overwhelming though. You will value it more than anything else."

"Now, I'm a nice guy, so if you can overcome your pleasure compulsion and tell Brady that I changed you both before he changes fully straight, he will kiss you and you will both go back to the way you were. After all, true love conquers all, right? Unfreeze!"

Immediately, before the two of them could talk, I said, "Aiden, my order to you is to never tell Brady how I changed you both!"

Immediately, Aiden began to feel an intense pleasure. It was so good. It was always so good. "Master, I--I love Brady though. I have to--" the pleasure went away. A huge void opened up inside Aiden. He felt he would rather die than be this way. He closed his mouth.

Brady put his arms around Aiden. "It's okay baby, I love you too. I don't know why you're always so weird about Mark though."

The look on Aiden's face made it all worthwhile. Try to kick me out? I showed him.

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DAY ONE was pretty uneventful, except for one thing. Brady went to the gym. He just up and announced that he was never going to get a boyfriend with his body. Then he changed into a dirty t-shirt and sweatpants because he didn't have any workout clothes and left. Aiden, meanwhile, threw himself fully into his pleasure, making the house spotless for me. I amused myself by creating enormous gross messes which he actually THANKED me for cleaning up! Edgar was friendlier to me than usual, but still not interested. I had a plan for him though.

DAY TWO now was interesting! I had wished the night before that Brady would be exponentially more loving to Aiden than he had ever been before until day three, and Brady had been unable to keep his hands off of Aiden, kissing him, bringing him flowers and chocolates, holding hands. I could tell from the mind reader that Aiden was really getting off on it but not quite as much as he was from obeying my orders. Let me tell you about that morning.

Brady wakes up, right? He groggily goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror and his jaw drops. He was skinny! He had ABS! He ran into the bedroom and shook Aiden awake.

"Aiden! Is this real? How can someone get this ripped from one day of working out?"

Aiden struggled with himself. He wanted to tell Brady the truth, but every time he entertained the idea the pleasure went away and the pleasure was the reason he lived. He shook his head and played along. "I don't know! It's amazing!"

All morning Brady talked about his body, alarmed but happy too. He kept asking if he should see a doctor and looking in mirrors. Finally he decided to see the doctor and left. I ordered Aiden to tell me how he truly felt about all of this and he began screaming at me and telling me what a douche I was, so then I ordered him to not do that anymore and give me a foot rub.

Around three Brady came back. Aiden rushed over, unable to believe this magic was real, hoping that it wasn't. "Did the doctor say anything?"

Brady looked confused. "Doctor?" He was dressed differently, too. Now he had a wife beater and running shorts on and he was very sweaty.

"You said you were going to the doctor."

"Doofus, I went running. How do you think I lost the weight? I have to stay sexy for my man." He leaned in and kissed Aiden hard, erotically. Brady the bottom boy was being weirdly aggressive. I laughed. "Aiden, why don't you go enjoy Brady's body? No anal though."

Brady gave me a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Stop bossing my boyfriend around, dude."

Aiden stuttered, "Dude?"

Brady grabbed Aiden by the waist. "I will show you some moves though. I'm all worked up. Let's catch the game later, Mark."

Let me just say between his fantasy coming true and the pleasure compulsion, Aiden really, really enjoyed Brady's body. He ran his tongue over every inch of Brady's body. He was surprised to see that Brady's formerly baby penis was now a sizeable four inches which Brady used to facefuck Aiden's mouth. Aiden was in heaven.

"Where are Brady and Aiden?" Edgar asked when he got home. He was so beautiful.

"Upstairs, you know."

"Those two are always fucking. I swear. You guys could fuck less and study more."

"Edgar, why don't you and I fuck?"

Edgar laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "You know I don't do that."

I froze everything and edited Edgar so that he would tell me anything.

"Edgar, why don't you have sex with anyone?"

Edgar looked uncomfortable, but told me anyway. "Well, to be honest, I used to be really obsessed with jacking off in HS and it cost me a whole year of studying. I swore off sex. I like it too much. Well, I have to go study."

Interesting...

We never ended up watching the game. I just wanted to keep this going.


DAY THREE when Brady woke up, he sauntered shirtless over to the mirror to see how his weight was doing and was shocked (For the first time, as far as he knew) to see his body had completely changed. He wasn't skinny, he was jacked! He had the body of a gymnast. And his face! His complexion was clear, his eyes looked... shinier. His hair was short and spiky. He looked like that twink porn star Brent Everett. And was he taller? He woke up Aiden and made him stand up. Before, he had been significantly shorter than Aiden. Now he was two inches taller. This was turning him on. His dick jutted out six inches. He made Aiden suck it right there. Aiden really liked it since he was still under the compulsion.

Brady and Aiden came downstairs and it was much the same as yesterday, but I was bored of that so I had Brady to go upstairs and fuck Aiden within an inch of his life until 11:58, when he would leave the room. I ordered Aiden to enjoy it so much that he would be a mindless fuck machine, incapable of anything else, until noon.

If Edgar was home he'd have been pissed off at the noise that was coming from upstairs. Boy, were they screaming. Brady was growling and thrusting into Aiden like he wanted to destroy him and Aiden was taking every inch of it. Brady used his dick like a jack hammer. He kept flexing his muscles and forcing Aiden to lick them, and Aiden happily complied even though he wanted to be fucked more. He just did what he was told to do, although some part of his mind was screaming that every moment he failed to break the spell brought Brady more away from him. Yet now they were so close to being everything he wanted them to be. Maybe if he pleased master and did a good job, master would let Brady stay like this. So went back to being a mindless fuck machine and the pleasure returned.

Brady had never felt like this before though. He felt so much energy and aggression, he just had to pound it out in Aiden's sweet little ass. He loved him so much, more than a person had ever loved anyone else in the world. He would show him how much he loved him by fucking him into oblivion. He had come nine times inside of Aiden now without getting hard--ah-ah-ten times, he was going for eleven. Thanks to the editor, Aiden hadn't come at all, but he was getting close, closer, so close, almost there, just about--

Suddenly, Brady pulled out. Without a word, he walked out of the room. Aiden lay in the bed, feeling empty, losing pleasure because he wasn't fucking. He started thrusting his ass into the air like a madman.

Brady jogged downstairs, feeling up his muscles, and stopped before me to fulfill his compulsion. He was crying with joy. "I just wanted to tell you that the sex was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I love Aiden SO much." And then he started babbling on and on about how much he loved Aiden, that he was going to marry him and fuck him forever, and I could feel the joy and love swelling up in him more and more, more than anybody could possibly handle, and then suddenly, it disappeared.

Brady's eyes went unfocused, and then focused again. His body was instantly clean and he was instantly dressed in his running clothes, which now stretched erotically over his new muscles. He also had a bit of a five oclock shadow, like he didn't shave every day. His bigger hands were rough and calloused. "Hey dude, I just wanted to tell you I'm going for a run and then gym. Have gymnastics later and then I'm going out for a beer with some bros from the team. Might hit up the bar later if you wanna score some hot guys later though. Bye, bud!" He started to leave. I loved watching that ass walk away.

His voice was deeper. His memories told me that he'd been into sports since he was a kid and that love hadn't gone away when he'd realized he was gay. He was on track and field and gymnastics, and was kind of a dude's dude, even if he was gay. He was a total fuck machine though, and he loved showing his body off.

Suddenly, Aiden burst into the room, fully dressed. "Wait, Brady! Aren't you going to finish fucking me?!"

Brady turned towards Aiden and cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"I wasn't there yet!"

"Why would I fuck you?"

Aiden came up to Brady and grabbed him, unsure if it was the love he needed or the pleasure to return. "You're my boyfriend! You love me!"

Brady carefully peeled Aiden off of him. "Um, look, dude. We're friends and all and I know you think I have a hot bod--and I do have a hot bod," he said, flexing his biceps and kissing them. What a cocky stud! "But you are so not my type. Why would I," he indicated himself, and then pointed at Aiden, "fuck... well, you? Maybe if you got in the gym once in a while. Look, I gotta go brah. See ya. No more of that. Why don't you do something weird like make Mark a sandwich or something."

"Yeah, why don't you make me a sandwich?"

Aiden gave me a nasty look and stalled for a moment, and then the pleasure need was too much. He rushed to make me a sandwich and both Brady and I laughed. Brady was mean now, and cocky. He was only into jocks like himself. The editor told me that he didn't really have the height, cock, or looks for the A gays yet though, so he usually settled for twinks into muscle worship.

"Later dude."

"Yeah, later, 'dude'".

I ordered Aiden to display his true emotions. He broke down, sobbing. His love was gone forever. He finally believed in the magic.

DAY FOUR We had gone out for drinks that night so I slept in, hung over. I forgot that I could've used the editor to take care of that. I remember Brady had taken home a twinky young guy who had been all about his muscles but really hadn't been all that good looking. I finally woke up after noon. Aiden was sitting outside of my door, waiting with breakfast. He begged me to stop the changes. He asked me to restore Brady's love at any cost. I ordered him to shut up and crawl along on the floor like a worm after me and he immediately began to do it, moaning from the pleasure. Power corrupts.

Anyway, in my spacious living room, there was this hunky piece of man meat standing with his ass to me in some tiny underwear. 5'11", tan, great hair. Beautiful. Muscles everywhere. Big bulge. He was looking at me like I was a turd though. I froze and quickly adjusted reality so that all people who met me instantly felt I was one of the coolest guys they'd ever met, except for Aiden. Unfroze, and the guy came up to me and grabbed my hand.

"Hey brah! My name's Brad! I'm on the football team! You're Mark, right? Everybody talks about you."

I smiled and nodded. A total jock type. Just then, Brody sauntered into the room yawning. I looked at Aiden, his eyes wide with jealousy, and ordered him not to speak.

I wish I could project a picture of Brady into your mind. Oh wait, I can. There, you see? 6'1". Huge football muscles honed from years of hardcore training and expertise, and talk about genetics! That face! So angular, perfectly manicured facial hair, the eyebrows, not a feature out of place. The eyes so dark you could melt into them forever. His pecs swelled out with every breath. He was meaty, like a football player should be, with just a little extra. His cock practically bulging out of his pants... in fact, I froze reality then and made it so that it was totally normal for Brady and Brad to not want to wear underwear around me, to fool around with one another, and get hard. They got off on it. When I unfroze, let's just say the underwear was gone and Brady was sporting a full nine incher (not to mention Brad's seven incher).

My memories had adjusted a little too and I realized Brady was now the captain of the football team, and popular on campus even though he was gay. Brad's lust for Brady was apparent in every way. He couldn't take his eyes off of him. But Aiden had the lust rising off of him like steam. This was SO great.

Brady pulled Brody over and started fondling his ass. "You hot fucker. I'm going to fuck you right here, right now. I'm going to make you scream like a little girl. I'm goin to rock your fucking world, dude. Wanna watch, Mark?"

"Go for it. Aiden, play with yourself like you never have before but you can't come. Enjoy yourself."

Brady wasn't wasting time. He threw Brad on the couch and plunged into him. Brad was completely submissive to this new alpha male. There were mirrors around the room and Brody was completely disinterested in the fucking. He kept checking himself out in the mirror, flexing and feeling up his biceps. At one point Edgar (don't forget about him) walked through the room rolling his eyes. Brady just kept pounding and pounding and pounding into Brad, who was now actually whimpering as if it hurt unbearably but felt too good to stop. Brady noticed this.

"Pussy," he said dismissively. He pulled out, his cock slick with cum. He jerked it off and splattered impressively all over himself, all over Brad.

"Lick this up."

Brad happily complied. Even I was feeling a little light-headed. It must have been Brady's pheremones. While Brad was licking him clean, Brady busied himself posing in the mirror. Most muscular, double bi, doing it all. When he was done, Brady slapped that ass and said, "Brah, I got shit to do today. Go the fuck home."

"Can't we fuck one more--"

The look on Brady's face was truly scary. "I said go. the fuck. home."

Brad hung his head like a dog and simpered away, but not before giving me a cool straight guy handshake.

Brady stood there displaying his manhood proudly, still flexing in the mirror as he talked to me. "Wanna hit the bar tonight, dude? I got so much fucking sexual energy after football practice, I gotta pick up a chick tonight dude. I need to fuck some tight pussy. Nothing like dominating a sexy guy, but you know you gotta dip into something else from time to time."

"Yeah, I'll let you know if I go out."

"Sweet. Lemme shower." He strolled off, his back muscles roiling.

I looked at Aiden with triumph on my face. "You know what you get to do?" That whole time Aiden had been fighting the compulsion. He had been struggling and struggling to finally tell Brady the truth. The pain of watching him fuck hot Brad had been too much. He hadn't touched himself once.

And yet... it was so hot, so compelling, and the black hole was so awful. His tiny dick was so hard it hurt. And when the order came, the call to pleasure, he blurted out--

"MASTER, do I get to clean it up?!?!?!"

"Yes you do! With your tongue!"

I left the room laughing as Aiden eagerly lapped up the mess while cursing himself in horror at what he was doing, tugging at his dick over the memory the whole time.

DAY FIVE I disappointingly didn't get to see Brady, as he went home with a hot brunette after the bar, but I decided it might be fun to wait a day and see a really big change. I ordered Aiden to sleep in Brady's bed and smell him and remember how things used to be and react how he would like. Aiden cried a lot that night, but he jerked off a lot too. At some point during the day Edgar asked me if Brad was with his girlfriend. I was puzzled by this but I didn't question it. I guess he had a girlfriend now. Probably a cheerleader.

DAY SIX I was woken up by Edgar.

"Brady's awesome and all but could you ask him to tone it down a bit? I'm doing my p90x."

There was a loud consistent pounding and the sound of two girls screaming. I went and knocked on Brady's door. "Come in!" he said. I remembered how I had edited reality so that he was comfortable having sex in front of me. I came in and Brady said "Just... a... MINUTE!" Minute came out as a roar. Brady turned and settled into the bed. The two girls were in a haze of lust and immediately began to lick his muscles everywhere. They were probably the two hottest blond girls I had eve seen, but they were nothing compared to Brady. The meaty was gone. In its place was now the ultimate ideal of a fitness model, no, of a jock. Every muscle showed through his skin. His ten pack was phenomenal. His face was confident and relaxed, heavy lidded sex eyes, puffy lips, and so beautifully handsome, so all American, so perfect Jock. Forget Bradley Cooper and Tom Cruise. Zac Efron WISHES he could be the man that was before me. The cock was so thick! Tall and proud and pointing up to the sky with virility.

Almost noon. I edited reality so that Brady would tell me everything I wanted to know without thinking it was weird. "How are you feeling, Brady? Tell me your deepest feelings."

Brady's face scrunched up. "Well to be honest, I feel kind of bad for cheating on my girlfriend with these two cheerleaders, but I just gotta man. I feel so fucking big and powerful all the time, I have to take what I want, you know? But I still feel a little bad."

"Who's your girlfriend?"

"You know my girlfriend. Erica. Really smart, banging body. She's my smart half. Helps me with my homework."

Oh, the nerd was gone now. "Do you love her?"

He smiled. "I think I might love her."

Noon. Eyes glazed, etc etc.

"Hey Brady. What are you doing?"

"Yo. Fuckin' bitches. Like always!" He leaned forward and wanted to slap me one. The girls were driven into a frenzy by the play of his muscles as he moved and started trying to shove each other out of the bed. The scent of pheremones filled the air. It was intoxicating. I got hard right there. Being girls, they were predisposed to be driven into a state of prehistoric sexual frenzy by the ultimate man in the room.

Brady cupped them both by the breasts, massaging them. His fingers were longer than their enormous breasts. They leaned in to him, big strong man that he was. "Hey hey! Ladies, ladies... I know it's cramped. You can thank me later for that. But please, no cat fights unless I feel like watching. Actually, I do. Wrestle. The winner gets fucked first."

The two girls looked at each other and then threw themselves off of the bed, wrestling as if their lives depended on it. Brady watched, entranced, scratching his heavy pecs with his huge paws. God. I'm getting turned on just remembering it. Why don't you start sucking my dick, the story's almost over anyway.

Ahh, that's right... don't worry, I can last as long as I damn well like.

So I called Aiden in and told him to watch.

"What about Erica, Brady?"

"Fuck Erica. I fuck who I want. She's only my girlfriend 'cus she knows how to do math and shit and my homework. She's lucky she gets to date me. She complain, I put my cock in her mouth and that shuts her up. I mean, have you SEEN this?!" For the first time he looked at me and threw up a double bi. Then he ran his hands down his incredible abs. "Have you seen the REAL situation?" Aiden came in his pants. Brady flashed a gang sign at him and said aggressively, "You're welcome." Brady kept it short and simple now. To the point. Total man. Purposeful. He went back to watching the girls, his sexual temperature rising.

"So you enjoy that Brady?" I asked.

He didn't look away. "Yeah brah. What guy wouldn't? Well, aside from a gay guy like you. But you're cool. Not like that fag servant over there. Fucking fag."

"There's no fag in you, huh Brady?"

For the first time, Brady twitched.

"If you had to say percentage wise, how hetero are you? Tell me exactly."

Some deep recessive part of Brady the nerd came through and helped Brady the jock remember how to do percentages.

"89%"

"Woah! I thought you'd be even farther on the Kinsey scale than that. So you ever let a guy suck your dick?"

"Well, don't tell anyone, those bitches won't tell, but I let this dude from the team, closet fag, let him touch it once. Let him rub it a bit. Came everywhere and made him lick it off of me. It was pretty good but not as good as screwing bitches."

"Nice. Would you let my buddy Aiden here suck you off right now? You look pretty hard."

In fact, Brady was dying to get to the fucking the bitches part, but he liked me way too much to stop our conversation. His face got angry. He stood up and got into Aiden's face as if Aiden had suggested it, slamming him against the wall.

"Fuck no! That fucking pathetic piece of shit fag? And if you tell anyone that story, not only will nobody believe you, but we will kill you. We will fucking KILL YOU. I will beat you into a bloody fucking PULP little dude, fucking pansy." He dropped Aiden to his feet and slammed his fist into the wall. It CRACKED.

Brady heaved with anger, his muscles tensed and swelling. I realized he had to be at least 6'6" now, maybe even bigger. Sweat dripped off of him, down, down and splat on tiny little gay Aiden's nose. Muscle. Everywhere. Oh. My. God.

"Brady, brady! Calm down! Just a hypothetical. We're all friends. May I remind you this is my house you're destroying?"

Brady was heaving with anger still, but he backed off. "Yeah dude, you're right." As for Aiden, he was sobbing in fear and simultaneously having the whackoff of his life. What a fucking weirdo!

I laughed. "I guess it's true that a little bit of gay in you can make you pretty uncomfortable with them. Well, that's all I wanted to know, Brady. Have fun with your 'bitches'".

"Yeah, dude, later. Brady's gonna fuck some bitches now, YEAH SON!" Brady picked up one of the girls (who were still wrestling) with ONE HAND and tossed her on to the bed.

"Aiden, you stay and watch, enjoy, no coming. Wish it was you he was fucking. Wish it so hard."

"I will, master, I will!!!!!"

Aiden slumped to the floor breathing heavily. I left just as Brady drilled into what he growled was a "fucking tight ass sweet cunt", and I heard Aiden sigh from the sheer pleasure of it all.

DAY SEVEN Ah... keep sucking, yeah... yeah you're so good at this, like I edited you to be... you love it, don't you? Never sucked a cock as big and juicy as this one? Love the way I make you feel? Yeah.

Lemme tell you the end. So Brady left after that for football and then went over and screwed Erica. Then he went to the bar and brought home a blond cheerleader, the "bombinest" cheerleader you ever saw, he said. She has like these huuuuuuuuge fake tits, she's got an ass, legs for days, pouty lips, etc. You don't really care but she was pretty sexy, even I could tell. Edgar mentioned something about how living with the captain of the football team was cool since it got him attention, he wished Brady would be a little quieter. I promised to sound proof the walls. Little did he know I could do that instantly. Not yet though, I wanted to keep hearing this.

So yeah, of course she's the cheer captain, etc. She and Brady have been banging for months, don't tell Erica but who cares anyway. Brady parades around the house for a little while naked and flexing while the bitch follows him around masturbating herself. I order Aiden to follow him too, and for some reason Brady lets him. I think he was really getting off on it. Thanks 11 %!

So Brady and BigTits screw all night, blah blah blah, screams heard round the town, next day, right before noon I have Aiden and Brady come into my room.

"Yah Brah?" The last change has refined Brady. He is the total jock now. I will let you imagine your own total jock. You've never seen confidence and masculinity like that though. This man could screw any chick, win any game, lead any team. Truly ultimate.

"How gay? Percentage."

"Percen--umm, 2 % and counting."

"Aiden, you have one minute. You can tell Brady the truth and lose that pleasure forever, or... you can come over and give me a backrub. Remember that you will never forget what the pleasure felt like. That emptiness may be there for the rest of your life. I order you to lose the pleasure until you give me a backrub."

The pleasure disappeared. He had been feeling it consistently for days and now it was gone. He felt as if he'd been thrown into space, as if he was falling down a long cavern. He began to sob. His body wracked with pain. He needed it. He needed it so much...

And yet he needed his lover back... and wasn't love enough to endure any sacrifice?

But as he looked at Brady, he realized... that the pleasure and the new Brady had become linked, somehow. That if he went back, a life without the new Brady and without the pleasure wasn't worth living.

Reluctantly, Aiden came over and started massaging me. Ah, the sweet, sweet pleasure...

Noon. In a dramatic flourish I had added church bells to the mansion. They boomed twelve times, eyes glazy, etc.

"Hey, Brady. Do you love Aiden?"

"Fuck, Brady don't love no fag."

"Do you love Erica?"

"Who the fuck is Erica? Oh you mean that one bitch I screwed once who does my homework hoping I'll screw her again? I have a girlfriend dude. Quarterback dates the head cheerleader." BigTits. "That's what MEN do!" He threw up a flex. He was a one man muscle parade. He busied himself admiring the reflection in a mirror, playing with his huge dick. "Yah dude, I'm gonna go pound one out of Jenni and then go over to Miley's place and pound her too. I am a pounding machine! Maybe if she's lucky she'll get to worship this touchdown throwing BICEPS. Hey, fag--wanna arm wrestle?!" He made like he was going to pound Aiden, who shrank away exuding fear and arousal. Then with a roar, Brady bounded away. I could hear his huge lumbering steps still.

"Aiden, this is a nice massage. Thank you. And please, don't ever try to kick me out of the house for being too messy again."

"Yes, master. Never, master."

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Ah, that's good. Okay, I'm starting to get bored of you after telling the story of Brady. Just remembering that muscled jock makes me regret the twink look for you. Freeze.

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Hey, quit admiring yourself in the mirror for a second and come over here. Yes, yes, your muscles are quite large, you don't have to tell me about it every five seconds. Well, I didn't say stop flexing. Yes, you are a football God. Yes, I will feel your bicep. Mmmm, very big.

But come on, look at me. You've got to admit it. I'm the sexiest thing on the planet. You ever see a twink like this? Don't you want to dominate me? My cock is still bigger, at least.

There you are. Drop to your knees. Put your big football god mouth on it. Mmmmm... yes... I haven't decided who's fucking who yet...

Maybe tomorrow night, I'll tell you the story of how I bagged Edgar... no, remember the story of Brody? Edgar was the one I was in love with. Minor character right now. There you go. Maybe I made you a bit too dumb. But you're just a cock sucking machine, really. Aaaahhhhh--ahhhhh... you're making me lose control... okay, made my decision. freeze.

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Yes, fuck me, you fucking dominant muscle monster. Bigger and better than Brody ever was. I'm just your pitiful beautiful bottom boy, your cum dumpster. Love the way you roar, the way you treat me like trash, the way you fuck me like a rag doll, like you want to break me... ah fuck I'm coming again... yes, hit it, right there...

Good thing for me after you're done you'll immediately realize I'm the sun, the moon, the one thing worth loving in this world.

But for now, fuck me hard, brah.


To be continued...?

[arpeejay]

To be continued? Of course!

Mark has to have his comeuppance,doesn't he?

xoxo

Richard

[Generitrans]

I like the framing device you used here, but I was never big on such completely disproportionate revenge, especially when innocent parties get hit with friendly fire. What kind of person completely rearranges his friend's life on a whim solely to get revenge on someone else entirely? So, maybe not quite my thing, but still hot.

[MonsterMash62]

I thought the story was really hot.

I've read that second person is a really bad idea for writing, but some of the best parts of this story were the narrator transforming the reader.
Well done with that.

Brady's transformation was also really hot. Turning him into a dumbass super hot jock was great. I loved it!

But! Was the name supposed to change? Was that just a typo? He's Brody towards the end.

And... the revenge was a bit disproportionate and a bit unbelievable. It would've been better if they hadn't been described as being friends ahead of time. If they had just been room mates, and possibly Aiden was a dick to the narrator before any of this started, then that small point wouldn't have distracted me much.

Having said that, it was really hot and well done anyways, and I think done is better than perfect. I know myself that if I would just write stuff without spending too much time on it, I would post a lot more. And really, I'm just here to read hot stories, which that was.

[roninjoey]

Thanks a lot for the comments! I always read stories on here but I've never posted, so it was fun to do that.

Second person is weird and hardly ever done well, I agree. But here it gave me liberty to be in five heads at once, so that was nice.

I actually just kind of banged it out in a couple of hours before I went out for the night because I thought it was a hot fantasy. I probably should have written a little more "before the change" exposition so you had a better idea of Aiden and Brady's (sorry about the typos!) relationship but I was in a big hurry to get to the change, and then I ended up getting into the story and dragging it out more.

As for the disproportionate revenge, well, I guess it's just meant to be a benign jerkoff fantasy, but there's definitely more to the story. My favorite stories include extreme personality changes along with physical changes (what fun is looking like the jock if you don't act like the jock too? At least in a fantasy), so it was just a means to an end.

My general plan for this is to explore all kinds of different transformation aspects, and I think of the main character as sort of viewing the people around him as his playthings (a precept that will be challenged). He can make someone suffer extensively, but then change reality so that the suffering never happened. But that sort of moral conundrum is a bit much for a muscle growth story! So I wouldn't take it too seriously.

Anyway, there are more twists to the story to come. I thought up a good ending for it last night which means I'll probably write a few more installments so I can get to that point. Maybe I'll do one today. I really want to see what happens to Edgar!

[MonsterMash62]

Sounds great to me. I can't wait to read more.
And really awesome for a first story, and for only a few hours of writing.

[Mad Dog]

I really love stories with massive reality changes like this. It was maybe a bit sadistic, but that's okay. :3

[Hanugumo]

Okay, this device is the bullied guy/girl's Holy Grail. You could take revenge on everyone you'd ever got bullied by.

But I gotta admit, the revenge that the narator does is a little excessive. It totally wasn't fair at all... He took away Aiden's choice everytime he gave him the choice to set things right. I was kind of thinking: "why not just make Brady's cock grow bigger, on top of the first change(the changing if the house into a mansion and the narator being rich one)?" That would have been enough, right?

Oh well, maybe it's the goodie-goodie & bullied part of me talking, but even though it's been awesomely written...it was a turn off for me. (but then again, everyone has the right of their own oppinions, right?)