The season of tank tops and shorts is over and we are entering the season of grey sweats and hoodies, when bulky baggy fabric ends up covering those tightly toned bodies. Now if only I had a device that could change that. Oh wait, I totally do!
I look over at one good looking fella by the beer cooler doors and pull out my phone. Since the last time I used the Chronivac on my phone, I have upgraded it and unlocked some new features. First off, after scanning the target his name (Aiden) pops up on the screen along with a list of stats. Since I don’t know how long this guy is going to be in here for, I opt to skip reading his stats. Big mistake! I select the x-ray clothes, which allows me to see him naked, but he and everyone else still views him as clothed. If I had stopped and skimmed over his stats, I would have seen that it’s not his jacket bulging out at his midsection, but a gut that covers his little nub of cock and shrivelled up balls. A sight that will haunt my nightmares forever.
Deselecting the x-ray clothes option, I start going through his stats. Before I can get through most of the list, he’s at the till ready to pay for his products. After selling him his beer and ringing it through, I jump back to my phone. I notice Aiden is almost 50! “Damn! I thought he was in his late 30s… Might as well turn that into 36.” A notice pops up alerting me that I have to assign an action that causes his de-aging. “Ugh! Fine! Every time he has a beer he regresses one year.”
As I adjust the settings another customer walks in. This guy is wearing a sports team tank with black sweats. “Hello,” I think to myself. I stare at his ass as he walks by. My mind boggles with ideas of how I can change this guy—all of which are dashed the moment he opens his mouth.
“Yo!” he calls from the coolers section. “You guys have any seltzers?”
“Which kind, sir?” I ask, trying to be professional by pushing all my sexual thoughts aside for the time being.
“You know the vodka ones with soda? Got any of those?” he asks, dumbing it down.
After doing a mental facepalm, I walk over and start pointing out all the seltzers we have. “We have the Nudes, Whiteclaws, Coors—” I get to the third shelf before he interrupts me.
“You guys have any Truly or Vizzy?” he asks.
“Yes, sir, right here.” I point at the shelf of Truly next to the Coors and below the Truly is the shelf of Vizzy.
“Okay, but do you guys have any cold ones?” he persists, getting irritated, acting like I’m just supposed to be able to read his mind.
“Yes, right over here,” I say through gritted teeth, as I lead him over to the cooler doors. “We have cold Truly Iced Tea and Lemonade variety packs, and cold Vizzy variety packs over here sir.” I point out the packs inside the doors.
“Oh, you guys don’t have the berry Trulys cold? Lame! You guys should have those coldm” he suggests, as if he knows which products sell and which don’t. It’s customers like these that just piss me off. “You know what, I’ll just buy the warm berry ones I guess,” he groans, grabbing the berry variety pack.
After he brings the case up to the till I ring it through. Shoving the receipt into the handle I push the Trulys across the counter. “I hope you Truly have a good rest of your day! And I Truly hope that things people say about you aren’t true.”
“Haha thanks—wait, what was that second part?” he asks, stupidly.
“Oh nothing. Just have a good rest of your evening.” I smile as I take a quick scan of him and begin typing away, making sure that whatever someone says about him becomes true.
“Oh thanks, you too!” he smiles back before walking out the door.
Looking back at the scan I notice that his name is Andrew. He’s 32 years old, and spends 4 hours a day at the gym. “Well, that explains the lack of brain power,” I mumble, continuing to read through. I have to skip through his stats to make my changes before he is out of range of the chronivac app. Works full time as a roofer and plays hockey in the winter to stay in shape. “Shocker!” I roll my eyes as I walk around the store reading. “All right, well, I should be able to make some changes to him by just talking about him, so here goes. ‘Surprised he can manage to dress himself in the morning without getting totally confused with how clothes work. I mean if it doesn’t involve working out or playing sports he gets completely lost! Plus the guy is so into himself. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in our two way mirror behind the till and gave himself a wink and a kiss! Wouldn’t surprise me if he gets off on seeing his reflection.’” I start getting turned on by the thought when another customer walks in.
Walking back to the till, I notice my phone is now almost dead. “Shit. Using the Chronivac really drains my battery,” I think to myself as I plug my phone in by the till. “Better put you on charge for now. There will be other nights and other opportunities to use you.”
Meanwhile Andrew is driving back home with his case of Trulys when his head begins tingling. “Whoa. My brain tickles.” He chuckles to himself. Stepping out of his car, he walks into his house and throws the Trulys in the fridge before putting the game on. “Fuck I wish I had a cold one right now! Dumb fucking liquor store not having my shit cold,” he mutters as he walks around his kitchen, heating up one of his precooked meals.
Stepping up to the microwave he realises he can’t remember how it works. “What button do I press to open the door again?” As he looks over the microwave he spots his reflection in the microwave door. “Oh hey sexy! Love that short blonde hair of yours!” He admires himself as he combs through his perfectly styled hair. Ripping off his tank he begins bouncing his muscular pecs. “Yeah you like the pec show? Yeah, I know a little bitch like you loves the bounce in these tits!” Andrew is lost in his reflection, admiring his hard, bulging muscles. About to pull down his sweats to tend to his rigid cock, he snaps back to reality when the TV announces the game is about to begin. “Oh right! I was gonna heat up my food! Fuck it! I’ll just eat it cold. I don’t wanna miss the game.”
Andrew spends the majority of the night camped out on his couch, making runs to the fridge to grab cold Trulys during the breaks—not even realising or acknowledging that he is still shirtless. Throughout the game, the TV screen flickers and Andrew is faced with his reflection. “Hey big dawg! Yeah you got them big guns! You could beat the crap out of any of these guys!” he shouts at his TV, flexing his big bulging biceps. When the game comes back and the glare vanishes from the screen, he stops what he’s doing and focuses back on the game. “Yeah go, go, go! Shoot! No! What are you doing! Don’t pass, shoot! And now the other team has the puck. Fuck, you guys suck!” Andrew throws himself back onto the couch. “There are only two minutes left in the third period and we are down by one. There is no way we are winning now. Yup, the other team just scored. Well, that’s it. Time to shower and go to bed.” He clicks the TV off, grabs another cold Truly and heads into the shower.
Getting into the bathroom, he strips off his sweats and turns on the water. While waiting for the water to heat up, he slams back his Truly. Right before he’s about to get in the shower, his phone goes off. It’s his friend Mike calling him. “Hey man. I was gonna text you but I remembered you have been having issues reading lately.” It was true, for the last few weeks Andrew has been having a harder and harder time reading and understanding things. “Did you check out the game?”
“Yeah I watched. 4-2. Man our team sucks! If only I played for our team!” Andrew grouses.
Mike laughs over the phone. “That is hilarious! Dude, you have been struggling just to get dressed in the morning! Brody called me the other day to tell me you called him asking how you put on pants! They would have to hire someone to dress and undress you!” Mike starts laughing again.
“Oh come on! I am not that dumb!” Andrew argues.
“No, you’re right. You just enjoy letting that big dick of yours swing free when you’re home and you forget how to cover it back up,” Mike chuckles, still poking fun at his friend.
“Nah, it’s more like I catch my reflection and don’t want to deny anyone from seeing how awesome I look!” Andrew grins, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, not even noticing his 4 inch soft dick stretch to 7 inches.
“That is probably more accurate. Man we gotta hang soon! My wife doesn’t let me cut loose and just chill anymore. I can’t even lounge around the house in my boxers like I used to when we were roomies!” Mike mentions, reflecting on the past. “Must be nice to own your own place and have no one there to tell you to put any clothes on.”
“Not to mention I can jerk off wherever and whenever I want,” Andrew chuckles.
“Dude, I tell you this cause I love you, that is gay! You need a girl! Get her to please you.” Mike replies.
“Dude a mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole. What difference does it make if it’s a guy or a girl?” Andrew asks, not even knowing that Mike’s gay comment has now made him bisexual.
“Dude,” Mike pauses for a few seconds while a tingle goes through his head. His memories of being roommates with Andrew years ago change. Memories of lounging around their little apartment in boxers shift to lounging around naked. The times the two friends are sitting back and watching TV drinking become times of jerking off watching porn and drinking. One night, the two are so wasted and horny that they decide to try experimenting with each other. The next morning Mike wakes up in his own bed with a salty taste in his mouth. From then on, he and Andrew began drifting apart. Neither one wanted to discuss what happened in their drunken state. “I always knew you were gay! Well, maybe bi, after that night we tried fooling around with one another. I wish we could go back to those days.”
“Maybe we can. You wanna come chill at my place this weekend and watch the game? You can sit back in your boxers. I’ll be naked cause I threw out all my underwear. If that makes you uncomfortable, I can always throw a pair of sweats on,” Andrew suggests, pumping his dick as he ogles how cut his abs are.
“Definitely need the sweats dude! But sounds chill, I’m in! I’ll call ya later. My wife is hinting that it’s time for bed,” Mike says.
“Oh shit! I forgot I have my shower running! I have to go. Need to get to bed soon too.” Andrew says before hanging up the phone and hopping in the shower. While in the shower, he jerks off to the thought of Mike coming over on Saturday. The idea of his friend coming over and watching the game with him in just his underwear gets his cock jumping again. He lathers up his dick with some body wash to use as lube. The image of Mike in his boxers with his softening, hairy dad bod pushing him over the edge. Thinking about Mike’s cock just covered by a small piece of cloth causes Andrew to blow his load. Finally feeling relieved, he starts doing what he went into the shower to do, bathing himself before bed.
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