Different Choices
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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