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Fun Fair
🕑 Added 2019-09-28 16:08:04 +0000 UTC
It’d been hard the last 18 years for Darren. When he’d heard his high school girlfriend had gotten pregnant he didn’t know what to do. So many different things could have happened and all of them sounded terrible. That seemed so long ago now, but the consequences still were catching up to him. Despite him having to work overtime nearly every week to keep up with child support payments and his other living expenses; he did try to still be a father. Not a very good one, as he was tired every time Adrian would come over, but he did try.
This weekend was one of the last times he’d really be able to do anything before the kid went off to college. Even though he was 18, he still looked like he was just starting high school. His mother had babied him and never let him do any kinds of sports. If anything he looked like he would burn just by standing outside for a few minutes. Then again, Darren felt like that was most kids his age looked like.
“I don’t understand why you think this is a good idea,” Adrian groaned as he sat in Darren’s truck. His small body was splayed out in the seat with his feet on the dashboard. He was flipping through apps on his phone but clearly not focusing on one.
“I don’t know…” Darren muttered. Despite his size and strength, with his son he’d felt completely helpless. They had nothing in common and the spite his son seemed to have garnered over the years just seemed to make that distance even wider. “Just thought it’d be fun to go to a fair for the fourth. You know? See some fireworks, have some corndogs, ride some rides?”
Adrian glared from the top of his phone. “You’re going to ride some rides?”
The question was a clear insult towards Darren’s rather prominent gut. Despite all the hard labor he did, it was hard to have anything even slightly healthy to eat. Fast food or no food was generally the only options he could choose. And that fast food tended to be from the same place. “Well…” Darren didn’t know how to respond.
“Whatever,” Adrian scoffed. “Just give me some money and I’ll have some fun on my own. Okay?”
“I thought—“
“Just give me some money, Darren.”
Darren gripped the door of his car harder. If it were anyone else he’d probably have knocked their teeth out. ‘That’s my son,’ he reminded himself. His grip didn’t falter. He just tried his best to not to be too angry as he reached for his wallet and pulled out two twenties for his son.
Adrian snatched it out of his hand. “Thanks,” the upper part of his lip stiffened, giving it an almost mocking kind of sound to it. He jumped out of his father’s truck and went into the fairground.
“Damn it…” Darren still hadn’t let go of his truck. His knuckles had turned white from squeezing the hard plastic so hard. It was unfair how he had to feel so submissive around the kid. If he’d been given more of an opportunity to raise him, there was no way in Hell he would have talked back to him like that.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” an old woman behind him was shaking her head while she waggled her finger. Even though she looked like she could be pushed over by a faint breeze, there was some kind of strength behind the way she stood there. “So little respect…”
“Yeah… Yeah… I know,” Darren agreed. “Not like I raised the fucker. Might as well be someone else’s kid.”
“Oh? Some lingering regrets?”
“Something like—“
Two guys about 18 came rushing through the cramped grassy parking lot. “Out of the way old timers!” they shouted as they pushed passed the two. One knocked into the old woman hard.
Darren jumped forward, catching her. “Watch it!” he shouted at the kids. He recognized one of them as Adrian’s friend. He’d seen that single finger fly up into the air enough times to know full well who it was. “You okay?” he asked the older woman.
Her head raised up and stared directly into Darren’s eyes. But her eyes were no longer human. Instead they were deep pits of blackness that was almost impossible to look away. A bit of horror and curiosity mixed together as he stared deeper and deeper into them. Suddenly the world felt so small. All of his problems didn’t matter as the black holes was all he could focus on.
Then she blinked. “I have seen enough.” Her voice was still frail but it spoke with confidence again. Her eyes went back to normal, like nothing had ever happened. “I will grant you the power to change your life. But to use it you must take it from someone else. Do you understand?”
Darren took a step back, a bit confused at what the old woman was saying. However deep down he felt like he believed her. Despite the insanity of it he could feel something different about himself. “Okay…” he stared at his hands almost wondering if the power was in them. “Yeah… I think I understand.”
“Good boy. Now go make your life better,” she gave him a pat on the back and almost seemed to disappear in the parking lot.
“Weird…” Darren said. He stood there still a bit awestruck as to what was going on. Turning around he could see Adrian meeting up with the two guys that had run into the old woman. He felt like their names were Sid and Lance. Sid was a big meathead of a jock. He spent all his time in the gym and seemed to have grown far more than what was normal for any 18 year old ever should have. Darren knew his nasty disposition more than most as Adrian would bring the guy over almost as a threat. Even when they were still in high school it was hard to believe just how imposing someone that much younger than him could be.
Adrian and Lance seemed to leave him be as he stood in line for a corndog. Being so young and on so much stuff, he could easily keep a thinner waist with some abs on top of it. Darren envied that he couldn’t do the same. At some point a belly started to protrude out in front of him and he couldn’t get rid of it. Most of it was from the fast food or working too much, he knew that. But if he could just have that back.
Darren started off towards the other guy. He wasn’t positive how the powers worked, he just wanted to test them in private. “Whoops,” he bumped into Sid’s muscular frame, pushing the corndog and mustard against his pecs. “Sorry man,” Darren apologized. “I tripped.”
Sid’s fist clenched into a ball. The other snapped the stick holding onto the corndog. “Buy me another one. And a soda too.”
“What? It was just an accident,” Darren pretended that it wasn’t a big deal.
Sid’s face turned even more sour. He clenched his jaw. “Buy me another,” he ordered. Obviously, the big guy wasn’t used to people talking back to him. Darren understood the feeling. But even so, Sid was still a bit bigger than him. His tall body had muscles protruding every which direction. And right now they were all flexed giving his dominating body even more of a terrifying presence.
“I don’t think that’s…” Darren took a few steps back. He had seen a place between two tents that would be out of everyone’s way.
“Buy me another,” Sid growled. He was taking the bait. Each step back, he took one forward. His wide shoulders swayed while his heavy arms swung more than normal. Even in a relaxed position there were several inches away from his waist.
“No,” they were finally in a place out of the way. No one could see them and Darren finally could try something.
“No?” Sid let out a bellowing laugh. “You just walked into the middle of nowhere. And you’re still going to try ta act tough?” He took a few steps forward and stared down at Darren. The three inches between them made his looming presence all the more menacing. “I just wanted a corndog.” He balled up his fist.
“Stop!” Darren shouted. In mid swing, Sid stopped his motion.
The big guy’s eyes wandered around the small area. “What’s going on? What’d you do to me faggot?”
“It worked…” For a second there Darren was wondering what was going to happen. He had no idea if it actually would have worked and was starting to think he should have started with Adrian instead. “Woah…”
“What’s going on!”
Darren snapped back to reality realizing that right now the massive man in front of him was currently frozen in time. “Ok… But how does it work…” he stared at the guy in front of him thinking he might have had an idea. “Focus…” he muttered as he tried to imagine himself with those thick firm muscles. “I have his muscles. He has my fat. I have his muscles he has my fat.”
A warmth traveled through body. Each muscle in his body tingled with a new sensation while he tried to focus more and more. “What’s going on?” Sid’s terrifying voice sounded more like it was terrified. The hard definition he’d been working for was quickly changing into something far less flattering. His thin waist was pushing out in front of him while his pecs softened into something more like moobs. Hair covered all the extra flab running down underneath his shirt.
The transformation seemed to go all the way down to his clothes as the bright sleeveless shirt he was wearing turned into a large oversized graphic t shirt to cover up the extra weight in front of him. His skin tight jeans loosened up and he had to wear a belt to hold them up.
“What happened?” Sid asked. The power from his voice was all but gone as he tried to sound tough. He looked up at Darren and realized that his muscles had somehow transferred over to him. Sid closed the distance between them again only to find out that he was now looking up at the man instead of down. He could see the definition in his body now. “What’d you do to me faggot?” there was no way he wasn’t going to still act tough. His hand raised to the other man’s chest and pushed with all his might.
Darren only moved a step back. The sudden motion caught him off guard as he was still reveling in just how good he felt. His body seemed to move perfectly with him. Though he just wished he was a bit more flexible. “Faggot… You use that word a lot…” He took a step forward. Just like how Sid’s clothes had changed, so did Darren’s. He wore a tight sleeveless shirt that rounded around his pecs. His large rounded arms were well exposed while his jeans hugged his legs so tightly that they might as well have been too. “You think about other guys a lot?”
“What? No,” Sid took a few steps back, feeling the trouble he was in. He could see in the anger in his eyes. Then his ass started to tingle. The hole he never thought of suddenly felt so empty. A fat finger rounded his backside and kept threatening to go in. But what he really wanted was for it to be another man. Darren was only a few feet away. And he was coming closer. “What’s going on…” Sid moaned as his finger played with his ass a bit more.
“Just letting you know what it’s like to be a faggot,” Darren smirked as he pulled the zipper down around his pants. It’d been a while since he’d been able to see his dick unobstructed by his belly. The 6 inches suddenly felt so much bigger. But he was more interested in what Sid was about to do to him. Though he’d only tried to imagine Sid enjoying the another man’s cock, he suddenly had the urge to show his off. The look Sid gave him just made it throb. “Go on,” Darren goaded.
Sid was already on his knees with the cock mere inches away. “But I’m not gay,” he pleaded. “I’m not. I swear.”
“Well then…”
Before Darren could even pretend to zip up his pants Sid’s mouth was already kissing the tip of his dick. He tried his best to contain his excitement. Though it was fairly obvious just how excited he was having the dick in his mouth. His form was perfect as he sucked ever so lightly. He made sure to only breath through his nose, but keep a steady pace.
Darren’s hand found its way to the back of Sid’s head. Never in his life had he thought about another guy blowing him. But right now it was utter bliss. He enjoyed the feeling of the other man down on his knees worshipping his cock. The light muffled grunts if he’d go just a bit too far. And that pleading look to make sure he was doing a good enough job. It wasn’t long before Darren shot into the back of Sid’s throat. The teen happily swallowed, despite the heavy loads he was continually pumping out.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Lance stood at the end of the space between the two tents glaring at the two. “I can’t fucking take you anywhere…”
“Wait!” Sid stood up but tripped around over the way his weight shifted around him. He hadn’t quite gotten used to how it was holding onto his body. But then felt the wet spot in his shorts. It was starting to run down his leg and cling the fabric to him. “Oh god. Oh god…” Embarrassment flooded his system as he looked around for somewhere to get changed. Or at the very least cleaned up.
Darren let out a smirk watching the guy look so scared at the prospect of having to always want to fuck guys around him. However his stare turned toward Lance who had gotten his eye on some girls. The guy was fixing up his hair and trying his best to look cool. He added a swagger to his walk trying to look as impressive as possible. The girls just rolled their eyes. They were obviously the same age and had probably seen the move a dozen times.
But that didn’t stop him from trying. “Sup ladies,” he cocked his head back trying to look cool. A couple of them giggled at the gesture. “You looking for a fun time.”
“Not with you,” one of them laughed.
Lance didn’t take his leave. He always thought of himself as a fairly handsome man. Decently fit. Well groomed. Though girls still seemed a bit reluctant to be with him. He just ignored the comment and leaned his weight against the ticket booth. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”
They rolled their eyes. “Look ‘buddy’ we’re just here for the night. Nothing too serious. Alright?”
“Really? Why’s that? I can be fun.”
“Let’s just leave,” one of the said.
“Wait! Why?” Lance asked again. He was trying not to sound too desperate but felt his voice crack. That hadn’t happened to him in years.
They stopped. “I don’t know? Cause maybe you look like a bit of a weirdo. If you looked more like him…” they pointed towards Darren currently arms crossed staring in their general direction. The heavy brow made it look like he had a bit of an intense glare all the while looking strong and composed. “If you looked more like him…” one of the girls trailed off.
“What? Just because I’m not as big and strong as that guy. Or handsome. Or have that… rugged jawline. Or the… The… thick pecs. Or his big dick…” Lance’s hand started to find its way over his own body. The lightly muscled guy was quickly losing what he had. His height rapidly shrinking from what it had been. Even some of the girls he’d just been hitting on were taller than him. It wasn’t until his thoughts focused even harder on what it would be like to be under him that he realized what he was doing. His hand was starting to rub one out.
“Oh gawd!” his voice was raised to something far more feminine. He could hear it as he pulled away. But he was far more distracted at what his body looked like. No longer were there strong muscular curves but rather smooth skin that looked almost like it was sticking directly to his bones. Even his hands were like they never worked a day in his life.
“My clothes!” he gasped looking down at the jean shorts wrapped tightly around his waist and plump ass. It was the only part of him that seemed to have any size to him. “What happened to me?” He ran his fingers through the gelled bleach blond hair wondering what was going on.
All the while Darren walked over to them. “This guy bothering you?” he looked even taller than Lance could have imagined. The deep rugged nature of his voice sent a shiver down his spine. Lance’s knees went weak and he tried his best not to stare.
“What’d you do to me?” he whined. Something inside him was telling him that Darren had changed him.
A grin crossed his face as he thought more about how cute the guy looked now. “Do to you?” Darren played coy. His heavy arm wrapped around the smaller guy. “Oh I haven’t done what I want to do yet…”
“Dad?” Adrian called out. “What are you doing?”
Darren turned around to see a nervous Sid standing behind Adrian. Despite his size he seemed to be using Adrian as some sort of shield. Obviously someone like Adrian wouldn’t be much of a shield. “Doing?” Darren was still having fun playing coy. Watching his son’s friends turn so much into submissive citizens was more fun than he ever imagined. “I’m just getting to know them inside and out.”
His grip tightened around Lance, as he seemed to be the only thing still holding him in an upright position. All the while Sid was behind him let out heavy breathes of air through his mouth. Without even looking he could tell the guy was touching himself. “You know what I mean. Stop acting like you’re my age. You’re old. Go act like an adult.”
“Old?” Darren suppressed his laugh. A wicked grin crossed his mouth. “Right. Old. How old am I again?” His focus changed to his age. He could already feel the years turning back on him. Even with his new body, he could feel an energy rushing through him that hadn’t quite been there before. His oversized muscles seemed to have trimmed ever so slightly up, but didn’t make him look any smaller. All the while his skin tightened to his body and any wrinkles seemed to straighten out.
“Da-Da-Da…” Adrian kept repeating over and over as he felt his own body start to change. At 18 he felt like he could rule the world. But an absurd amount of fat was starting to add onto his body. Hair seemed to start to cover each and every inch of his frame that was rounding out. A belly pushed out in front of him while his pecs sagged and leaned on it. “Da-Darren?” he finally asked. “What are you doing to me?”
“All I’m trying to do is have a little bit of fun with my friends, dad,” Darren was starting to get more into it as he realized just how much control he had over his now dad. He turned to Sid and Lance, both trying their best to be underneath his arms. “Can’t I have fun with my friends?”
“They’re my friends!” he shouted.
“Oh? Do you two want to hang out with an old man like my dad or with me?” Darren turned to the two.
“With you!” they said in unison. Their bodies thrust against Darren’s.
“Whelp,” Darren shrugged. “Guess the decision’s been made. Come on guys let’s get away from this fucking loser.”
“Darren! Darren!” Adrian shouted over and over again. But Darren didn’t care. All he was going to do was use those two for a little while then find a boyfriend that he actually wanted to be with.
