What If…

Everyone knows the story of Frosty the Snowman and how a magic silk hat brought him to life. But what if...
Greg had been busy all day long trying to build a snowman. He had no idea how to build a proper snowman so despite his best efforts, the snowman turned out looking more like a frumpy fat guy that had eaten too much turkey at Thanksgiving. Greg sighed as he looked at his creation. Well, maybe something else would help spruce the old guy up. As a very successful twenty-six year old entrepreneur he had been able to sell his business and retire to the sleepy little hamlet where he bought and refurbished a rundown apartment building, changing it into a magnificent residence where he now dwelt. He remembered seeing some fancy togs in a trunk he found in the attic. He hadn’t thought anything about it at the time but luckily he had kept the trunk and thought he might find something to finish off his sad creation. Rummaging through the trunk he came across a discarded top hat, something that you might see a carnival magician wearing to perform the old “pull a rabbit out of a hat” trick. It didn't look in too bad of a condition so Greg thought it might add a nice touch to the snowman.

He placed the hat on top of his snowman and was inspecting the results when a gust of wind lifted the hat from the snowman and deposited it on Greg’s head. When he went to remove the hat he found he couldn't move. He felt a strange tingle course through his body. He could feel his body changing, becoming shorter until he stood face to face with the snowman. He could do nothing but stand horrified as his snowman transformed into an exact replica of his own body including his clothes. Suddenly his whole body started to feel very heavy, like he was some oversized Sumo wrestler, as his mind began to get numb. Soon he was in a deep dreamless sleep. His clothing disappeared, his flesh turning to pure white snow. His body was being altered rapidly. In a matter of a few seconds he had been transmuted from a prime stud into his snowman.

Cal came down the road heading for his buddy’s house. They were going to hang out, maybe play video games or just cause some mischief. He was a good looking sixteen year old, tall and well-built for his age, smart but lazy and unmotivated to make anything of himself. Dressed to stave off the cold in a leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots, he was the epitome of the tough cool teen. There was some half-naked dude standing silently by a hilarious looking snowman. What kind of crazy loon stands around outside dressed like that in weather like this?

 

Never one to be shy, Cal confidently strode up to the guy. “Hey mister don’t you know you’ll freeze standing like that?” No answer. He touched the guy to make sure he was still alive. No reaction, in fact the guy felt as stiff as a board. A gust of wind blew the hat off the snowman causing it to land at Cal’s feet. Curious, he picked the hat up and started to explore it. It was just an old hat, nothing more. A rather malevolent idea popped into his brain. Since the guy hadn’t moved or said anything, Cal thought he might just plop the hat on the guy’s head for fun and take a picture to post on the internet – “local village idiot builds a snowman while half-dressed”. It sure was a sight, seeing the stud wearing the top hat. A shiver ran down his spine as a strange gust of wind lifted the hat and set it down on his own head. He tried to remove the hat but found himself unable to move in the slightest. What the fuck?

He began to lose height, about half a foot, until he was the exact height as the half-dressed dude. His clothes disappeared, leaving him exposed to the cold air yet he did not feel chilled. Outwardly he could feel nothing but inside a very erotic sensation swept over his young body as his torso was being reshaped. His pecs blossomed into two steely masses of muscle while his stomach tightened into brickwork abs. The rest of his body followed suit filling out with well-toned muscle everywhere. He needed release so badly when his man instrument, the one he had known all his life, changed. The feeling was just too intense as his foreskin drew back from his cock head and potent adult seed filled his sac. Next his face shifted, slimming down slightly while manly stubble covered his once smooth features. Finally gloves, pants, and boots formed on him, emulating those he could see on the stud. Still in a state of bliss and not yet fully aware of what had happened, he could only watch as the stud’s body morphed into his former sixteen year old self.

Fuck. What just happened? Man it must have suddenly gotten colder. He started to pull his jacket closer, only to realize he no longer had a jacket on. He stared in disbelief as he took a look at himself. He had become the totally ripped stud. I’m a fucking hot adult! My buddy will have a shit when I show up at his house. Fuck I can do anything I want and nobody can tell me not to. He ran his hands up and down his torso, feeling his rock hard pecs and washboard abs. His old physique was amazing but certainly didn’t feel this incredible. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar urges of an adult male he grabbed his crotch in typical teen fashion to massage his throbbing cock. Fuck it feels so good. I feel… Memories of a different life and personality washed over him, drowning his previous life and propelling him into his new adult world. How did the hat make its way onto my head? Reaching up he placed the hat back on his snowman. Bloody hell he was aroused but he didn’t know how. Greg headed back to his house, ignoring the teenager standing frozen in his front yard. His mind was only on getting relief and the pleasure he would soon have.

A gust of wind lifted the hat from the snowman where it landed on the head of Cal’s vacant body. Still in the body of his snowman, Greg abruptly awoke, not aware of anything that had happened. He could see but his limited vision was a grainy black and white, just enough for him to know that there was a handsome young man who was quite a bit taller than himself standing frozen beside him. Greg did not have long to ponder who the young man was or when he had arrived for suddenly warmth flooded his body, changing snow to naked flesh and blood. His vision cleared. Still without legs he could not move from where he was but he could tilt his head enough to look at himself. What he beheld both fascinated and terrified him at the same time. His body appeared to be the human equivalent of his snowman. Had he become his snowman while he was asleep? That was absurd, impossible yet how else could he explain what he was seeing? Would he ever be himself again?

Greg studied the youth beside him. He was quite a good looking lad, most likely a teenager, but seemed as if he might be somewhat the tough type. As he watched something started to happen to the young man. As his clothing disappeared his body was becoming white and granulated like snow. He shrank until he was eye level with Greg then began to round out, finally looking like Greg’s snowman. Is that what happened to me?

The heaviness Greg felt melted away, leaving him very weak and frail like a child. His body began to change. His rounded bottom separated into a pair of legs once more. His body grew very tall, much taller than he had ever been. Powerful muscles crept underneath his taut skin, giving his frame the look of a well-toned youth. He could only stare transfixed as two solid mounds of pecs erupted and abdominals were seemingly chiseled out of his torso. His newly muscled self was slightly less impressive than the one he had worked so hard to obtain but was still quite splendid. There was something strangely familiar about his burgeoning body but it definitely wasn’t the one he was used to seeing in the mirror. It looked like… His mind lingered on one question: was he becoming the teenager he had seen? He panicked at the thought. Sure the lad has a great looking body for his age but I don’t want to be a bad-ass teenager. I want to be myself. Any remaining doubts he had vanished when erotic pleasure overtook his senses as genitals emerged between his legs, his cock covered by a very sensitive foreskin. They were the instrument of a teen about to explode into full manhood. Finally he found himself clad in Cal’s clothing as the changes completed, providing the ultimate tough cool teen look. Physically he had become Cal in all his teenage glory.

He began to notice that every sensation was different from what he knew before, especially the incredible rush of teenage hormones now raging through his body. He was a twenty-six year old experiencing the sexual urges of a very virile sixteen year old. This body feels so fucking awesome. Fucking? I never… Cal’s personality overtook his adult persona, completing the final stage of his regression into the teen. Why am I wearing this stupid fucking hat? The last thing he remembered was putting it on the ripped dude that had been standing here but who was nowhere around now. He flung the hat to the ground. I don’t have time for this shit. Cal swaggered off down the road, heading for his buddy’s house, oblivious to the strange events that had transpired or that he had once been a stud named Greg.

A gust of wind lifted the hat, setting it gently onto the snowman. What if…?