Dippin' New Life - Crossover story

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sorry for the delay, everyone. graduation and whatnot. this is a companion piece to the previous series, but not necessarily a sequel to the last part. i hope you all enjoy it!



Teddy may have been a dork, but he wasn't dumb. He noticed something really odd taking place at his college, a little at a time at first, but all of a sudden it had spread like a virus. Guys were changing. This particular night, his roommate went down to their dorm's lounge to study calculus only to disappear for hours. Hours later, as Teddy lay in bed, wide awake in the dead of night and deep in confused contemplation, he heard the lock to his door turn, but Petey, his roommate, didn't walk in.

No. Teddy expected to see good old Petey, lanky and blemished just like he himself was. This was why they got along so well. They bonded over their chronic physical inadequacy.

Instead, the guy that turned the key in the lock and entered the room could barely fit through the door. He had shoulders so wide he could barely fit through the frame, a head shaved bald and glistening with sweat and something occupying a lot of space in his lower lip.

"Yo, T-bag, you up?" the stranger said quietly. The only reason Teddy knew that Teddy had become whatever this was is that Petey was the only person--ever--who called him T-bag.

Teddy didn't answer. The hulking figure closed the door behind him before unceremoniously spitting onto the floor. Teddy was disgusted. There was no way this could be Petey.

But then the jock from hell sat down at Petey's computer, entered username and password without hesitation and began typing and clicking like he'd owned it forever. Now, Teddy was REALLY confused.

The next day, when Petey (or whoever had slept in Petey's bed) was out of the room, Teddy noticed something odd sitting on the desk. It was a small, round container about the size of the bottom of an old school Coke bottle. It looked to be made up of two pieces, but the unusual thing was the design of the container. Though not nearly the correct shape or size, the container looked like a baseball, white with red stitches running all around it.

Teddy picked it up. It was light, but it felt like there was something inside. He declined to open it, though, because he was extremely respectful of his roommate's privacy. But when he turned it over, he saw what looked like an address.

His curiosity piqued, Teddy scribbled down the address and took off. It was downtown, a good deal away from the campus, but he didn't care. He had to get to the bottom of this. On his way, he passed what seemed like dozens of massive, handsome men, none of whom seemed to belong there. All of them were, by most standards, gorgeous and all had the same odd-looking bump in their lips that "Petey" had the previous night.

When Teddy finally arrived at the address he had written down, he opened a heavy wooden door to enter what looked like an antique store. He walked all around the place, and was about to leave when his eyes locked on a shelf in the corner: Petey's container. Not only that one, but several others of an identical size and shape but with different designs printed on them.

He walked to the desk and asked the employee, an older man, what they were. "Well, son," the shopkeep said, "the best way to describe it is to let you see for yourself. Which one strikes your fancy the most?"

Teddy turned to face them. Aside from the baseball-themed one Petey had left in their room, he found containers which looked to be covered in tanned suede, camouflage colors, pastel shades and something almost wet-looking.

"Um, I guess that one," Teddy said, pointing at the camo.

"Well," the old man said impatiently, "bring it over."

Teddy picked it up nervously, and with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, he carried the lightweight container to the old man's counter.

"Now," the shopkeep said as he pierced a thin membrane of paper--or was it cloth?--around the perimeter of the container, "just stand still, and trust me." Teddy couldn't believe it, but he did trust the man.

He watched as the elderly shopkeep reached inside the container and emerged seconds later with pinched fingers full of camouflage colored fibers. "Just stand still, now," the shopkeep said again. The man reached for Teddy's lower lip with one hand and shoved the fibrous material into his lip with the other.

Before Teddy could react with revulsion, disgust or any one of the dozens of negative emotions he was feeling, he froze. Something in that fiber had a hold of him.

He stood motionless in the dimly lit shop as everything began to change. He could feel his shoulder and biceps muscles begin to grow--no, inflate. They went from non-existant to massive in a matter of seconds. Muscles on his torso he'd never seen began to manfest themselves, and his chest exploded with size and definition. His legs, too, began to expand, change and grow along with his body.

Probably not coincidentally, he was facing a mirror at the time the shopkeep put the mysterious substance in his mouth. Unable to move his eyes, he watched in the mirror as all of these changes unfolded. He saw his musculature explode, nearly quadruple his old size. He saw his nondescript brown eyes change to an olive green, his cheekbones jut out and his jaw sqaure in a hypermasculine manner. He felt the hair on the sides and back of his head disappear, and watched as what remained on the top shortened to just a quarter of an inch.

Teddy was still frozen as his plain t-shirt and khaki pants became a camouflage jacket and pants, and his busted sneakers a pair of shiny black boots. He felt the cold of metal as a set of dog tags materialized around his next, and felt a combination of itching and tingling as an impressive array of miltary tattoos manifested across his gigantic body.

Terrified and confused, Teddy felt these anxious emotions slip away as his mind was instantly blanked, the memories and knowledge accumulated in his previous life replaced with the life and experience of a soldier. Atop his giant head, which had just received a mystical high and tight haircut, a black beret appeared, one side draping over half of Teddy's face.

And then, just as quickly as it began, it was over Teddy, the outcast college nerd, had quickly become a hulking drill sergeant in the United States Army.

When it was over, the old man said coolly, "So, what do you think?"

The newly transformed soldier spit on the floor. He was disoriented for a second but then regarded the old man with respect. "Thank you, sir!" Sgt. Theo Hagen saluted the shopkeep, who returned the gesture.

Sgt. Hagen walked out of the store, newly created memories and thoughts still pouring into his mind. He stood on the street, inhaling deeply through an oft-broken nose, released a massive gob of dip spit onto the asphalt, and walked with authority down the street.

He was due at base soon.

[dan25]

Awesome!!!! great to have a crossover tale---excellent job---thanks

[omelissokomos]

Ditto. I so love a man in uniform.

[thedman]

Hey there,

I do like a man in uniform also. But I would really like to see what those other containers would do to a guy.....

Drew

[TheMM]

I agree, you could do a serious on all these different containers, but the only thing I don't like is the snuff part itself.