ACT I, SCENE 1: ENTER, THE THIEF
Jerry’s eyes widened in disbelief. Overcome with anger; his hands balled up into fists. This little prep-school motherfucker is proposing to use my gym to run his drugs? Over my dead body!
Evan’s dark eyes narrowed. He knew that Jerry was formulating the fighting words that he had been waiting for. Jerry had been known around the gym as a gentle giant. A successful competitive bodybuilder whose gym had become not so successful as of late.
Evan’s eyes shifted to the clock. Fuck. Four forty-five. Almost opening time. Impatient, Evan took a rebellious step toward the man three times his size.
Jerry laughingly shook his head, “This is a road you don’t wanna go down, string-bean. Now I said no. I don’t want any part of your business. You wanna work out here, fine; you paid just like everyone else. But if I ever catch you dealing in here—”
“You’ll what?” Evan responded, with a mix of curiosity and delight.
Jerry flexed his pecs in warning. “I think it’s just about time you leave, friend.” As he placed a firm hand on Evan’s forearm and bounced his chest again, it suddenly became stiff, suspended in a hard flex. With his free hand, Jerry grabbed the tight muscle and felt his heart thump. HARD. His legs wobbled.
Am I having a heart attack?
His vision began to get blurry. He flesh jerked inward, then out again. In and out. Expanding and contracting like a bicycle pump. It felt as if his body was pushing its' contents out of his left arm, like a massive pipe that he was unable to block.
With each contraction, his arm bulged as flesh traveled through it. His left hand still clutched Evan's forearm, which was gaining width. Jerry stole a glance at Evan, whose face twisted in pain. Evan's sharp breaths were in cadence with the contractions...
Almost like... almost like he's drinking me up!
Jerry panicked as his massive frame imploded in on itself. Then... a new sensation. Something rushing into him. Sharp pinpricks spread across his chest as black hair burst through his pores. His muscles continued to pump their contents out of him, not only shrinking but changing shape. A few freckles began to dot his arms.
Evan watched in wonder as his expanding chest continued to pulse to the beat, spilling out of his tank top. Thick, spider-like veins began to scale his arms and band across his chest.
Suddenly, Jerry's grip broke. Feeling queasy, he stumbled over his oversized shoes and landed on all fours, wretching on the floor.
After taking a breath and let the dizziness subside, he twisted toward Evan. As his eyes climbed upward, he saw a tattoo-- just like his-- cresting a meaty arm. It’s peak bulged as it was flexed.
He looked up to see Evan sporting a boastful smile, testing his intimidating physique. His devilishly handsome head disturbingly planted on a much larger body.
Jerry’s body.
Jerry looked down at his slender hands, feeling for his missing chest. His fingers shot up to his face which was thankfully still his own.
A heavy hand gripped the nape of Jerry’s neck, and Evan effortlessly lifted his old body up onto its feet. The new giant stood uncomfortably close, looming over the smaller man. Evan's new suit of armor, operated by unpracticed youth, twitched restlessly against Jerry’s young skin. Jerry caught a waft of body odor.
Jesus! He even smells like me.
“You will sign the deed over to me and help run this operation, or…”
“Or what?” Jerry spit out. “You’ll kick my ass with my own fucking body? Go ahead, fucker! Do it!”
“Fuck, this will be painful…” Evan mumbled to himself.
Evan pressed a meaty palm to Jerry’s face, and before Jerry felt anything, he heard the crunching. A low moan swelled from Evan’s throat as his head began to shake back and forth violently.
Jerry felt his teeth chatter as his scalp and face was suddenly covered in pinpricks. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt fresh hair force itself up against his cap. He yanked it off, and then everything went black.
“You okay, Jerry?” he heard in a low, raspy drawl.
Jerry blinked his eyes open and realized he was on the floor. Again. Suddenly a wave of pain swept across his face, and he quickly raised his hands to feel an upturned nose that was not his own. He heard a scrape as Evan leaned down and grabbed Jerry's cap off of the floor, placing it on his head.
Jerry watched for a moment as his own body studied him through his own dark green eyes, over a thick red beard. It was chilling seeing himself operate under foreign control.
Suddenly, he heard his booming voice issue an ultimatum.
“You give me the gym and help me run a joint operation, or I run this place without you." To add insult to injury, Evan smirked as he ran a hand into his stretched gym shorts, feeling up Jerry's stolen, fat cock. After a satisfied sigh, he adds, "You can be Jerry, or I can. The choice is yours.”
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