Changes to the Past, Change the Future

  [Request from Welan. Scott is busy just enjoying his day off from selling drugs. It's not until someone he bullied in High School comes back to get his revenge. Feeling generous he tells him to leave. However he says there's going to be a lot that changes. He can't do that much... Right?]

[Just an extra comment. This is a completely fiction story with drug use. It is not meant to condone or exhibit proper ways to take drugs.] 

Scott had planned to meet some of his friends at the mall. They were running late like usual but he didn’t care. He’d been sitting in the food court watching girls in tight yoga pants go by. They’d give him a wink and he’d just smile. But he needed one who wasn’t with someone. Someone who would let them know just how bad of an influence Scott would be to them. 

He’d been kicked out of high school a few years ago. Apparently mocking the fags and making them lick his boots was considered bullying. He just rolled his eyes at the idea anyway. It’s not like that place had anything for him anyway. Everyone had a stick shoved so far up their own ass that it wasn’t any fun. The school was so stifling he could barely breathe anyway. ‘It was stifling his creativity,’ he grinned as he thought about what he did when he was kicked out.

The only positive to school had been a great source for many a customer but he needed to expand his horizons. Plus out in the ‘real world’ he had so many more opportunities. Bigger pond, bigger fish and what not. He’d gotten good at finding people who he could sell to. Start off with just a small price and then once they can’t have enough get charge them more. He’d loved watching the rich kids flaunt their money and pretend they were better than it only to come begging to his feet for more. And they always had so much more money to give him too. Well their parents did at least. 

Scott leaned back into his chair and took another French fry. He sure did feel like he was living the life. However as he took the bite someone sat down in front of him. The sheer gall and unapologetic nature of some stranger sitting across from him suddenly felt so weird. “I ain’t on the clock today. Go get yer fix somewhere else.” 

“I’m not here for drugs,” the guy said plainly. “I’m here to change you.”

“Da fuck?” Scott laughed at the idea. This fucking little dweeb was here to change him? “You lookin ta get yer ass kicked?” Scott leaned forward, putting most of his weight on the table. He was a pretty strong guy. Despite his lithe body he could still handle himself in a fight. And if there was someone who was bigger than him he wasn’t exactly afraid to play dirty either. “You know what?” he leaned back again trying to calm down. “I’m having a descent day. Why don’t you just leave me alone and we’ll pretend this never happened. No harm, no foul. Got it?” 

“No,” the guy said. He obviously didn’t know how generous Scott was being right now. The dumbass truly didn’t know what was in store for him if he didn’t just get up and leave the table. “I’m going to change you. When you look at me you’ll get hard.”

“Yer determined to get yer ass kicked today, ain’t cha?” Scott growled.

The guy just scoffed at him. Scott’s hands reached across the table grabbing him by the collar. But what was weird was he didn’t seem scared. He just uttered a word that Scott didn’t recognize with a grin. Before Scott could do anything though everything around him shifted and distorted. He could still see the guy sitting in front of him but the table and food around him disappeared into nothing. It was like he was entering into a void space that went on forever. Nothing around him made any sense. 

“What’s going on?!” he shouted letting go of the guy in front of him. “I don’t get it! Holy shit!” His body felt weightless and he couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Scott floated around oddly trying to get a hold of some semblance of reality but none of it made sense. “Who the hell are you??”

The guy just scoffed again. “I guess I shouldn’t expect you to remember me. It’s not like we were friends or anything. I’m James.” He paused expecting some kind of reaction. “Guess you really don’t remember me… I was the guy you shoved to the ground. You made me lick all the mud off your shoes until Coach Henderson stopped you…” Scott still stared at him completely confused. It sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn’t remember it. “Really?!” James was getting even more agitated. “I’ll just show you then!” He snapped his fingers and the void filled in with their high school locker room.

It’d been raining that day and Coach Henderson made them still run around the track and field. Scott had run off while Coach wasn’t looking to make another deal. He’d gone off into the woods and gotten his shoes all muddy. A younger, even skinnier James was running along the track when he saw the younger Scott near the woods. He called him out making Scott drop the weed into the grass. Scott turned around, grabbed James by the neck and forced him to the ground. “Lick them,” he demanded. It took a good few seconds before Coach noticed what was happening.

Scott let out a laugh, “I did that?” He wasn’t ashamed or upset. If anything he was proud. “Serves you right though. I looked like I was making some money that day.”

James’ face went sour as he saw how happy it was making Scott. “I guess this will be the first change…” He snapped his fingers again and the memory stopped.

“Oh? What the fuck you gonna change about it?” Scott laughed even harder.

“You pushed me to the ground because you wanted me to suck you off.” His fingers snapped again and the memory started up again. 

Again Scott was near the tree line but he wasn’t around anyone else. His dick was out and hard as he jerked off into the forest. “What are you doing back there?” James called. In a shock Scott turned around exposing his hard dick to James. His eyes fell down and stared at it blankly.

“What the fuck?” Scott’s tone was dark as he walked away from the tree line. “Da fuck you think you’re doing? Thinking about sneakin up on me?” He towered over James. “Or you want something else? Huh faggot? You want some of this?” He showed it off bragging about its size. “Go on. You want it. I can see it in your eyes.” His hand went to James’ shoulder and he pushed him down onto his knees. He kept trying to force his dick into James’ mouth. “Go on. Take it. I know that’s what you’re staring at.” Scott kept getting more aggressive. His voice raised enough to be heard around the field. Coach ran over and broke the two up. 

That’s when Scott’s laughter stopped. “What the fuck was that! I ain’t no faggot!” he shouted at James who was getting a little more smug about it. “What’re you playin at? Put something in my drink and think I’ll let you suck me off? How stupid are you?”

“That’s how it happened now. You tried to get me to suck you off.”

“Bullshit! I ain’t ever let a guy touch me down there. I ain’t ever gonna let it happen either!”

James just laughed at his determination. “You remember what happened next?”

“I got expelled stupid.”

“Not anymore,” James let the next part play out with them in the Coach’s office. 

Coach sat across from the two of them trying to figure out what to do. “I’m sorry,” James finally said. “I put him up to it.” Scott was just as confused as Coach as he said it. “Don’t be too hard on him. I just wanted to see his… Well…” James trailed off. “I don’t want him expelled or anything.”

Coach looked over at Scott. “You know what you did was wrong eh?” Scott nodded knowing he was about to get out of a lot of trouble. “Good. I didn’t feel like filling out that paperwork anyway. You two gonna keep it a secret?” The two nodded. “Good. James, you can go. Scott. Stay.” James got up and left the coach’s office. “Now. Don’t think that just cause the school isn’t involved means I’m going to let you sexually assault other students.”

“I wasn’t!” he tried to defend himself from the accusation. “I’m not some faggot!”

Coach gave him an incredulous grunt. “Yeah but you still had your hard dick in his face. You think that’s ok?” Scott shook his head. “Good. You’ll be joining the football team then. And then you’ll be getting your shit grades up and then maybe you won’t be such an absolute fuck up.” Coach crossed his arms and Scott sat there and took it.

The current Scott stared in disbelief. “Like I’d let that pussy ass coach talk to me that way! The fuck? You think I’d just fucking sit there?”

“Thing is you didn’t. I had to change a lot more than I thought I would,” James’ laughed. “Guess when you were in the closet you were violently against the idea of having sex with a guy. This is the modified version.” Scott’s mouth dropped. He was getting pissed off again. He didn’t like how much joy James seemed to be getting out of it. “Let’s continue.”

The past Scott did as he was ordered from Coach and joined the team. He was reluctant at first but once he started working out and playing around with the other guys more he started to enjoy it. Sports were actually kind of fun. While working out around the other guys felt good. There was a sense of comradery between them. However, in the locker room Scott had to do his best to hide his boner though. The thought of the other guys seeing that was too much for him. His lithe body started to grow more as the year progressed. Even his grades improved. Not by much but enough so he was passing all his classes. He even graduated. 

“Where’s my business?”

“Gone. You worked at a factory at night. Moving heavy boxes and stuff like that. Didn’t make as much but it sure did help you in the gym.” James stared down at the trimmed lithe 19 year moving crates in a warehouse. In his sleeveless shirt his tight round shoulders rotated around while his biceps tensed to help move the boxes. He almost seemed proud of the hard work he was doing.

“That’s not me damn it! I was bangin chicks left and right doing all sorts of shit!”

James laughed at Scott’s recollection. “Not anymore. Now you didn’t even think about a girlfriend. Just go home and masturbating to guys.” James seemed to enjoy just how much angrier Scott was getting as the memories moved onto his private apartment as he googled different types of gay porn. His hard 8 inch dick was being stroked furiously as he thought about some guy sitting on top of him. He leaned back and let it explode in front of him. 

“Damn it! That’s not me!” 

“Ehhh… It is. But we’re not done yet. See you saw kept seeing adds for a local gym and wanted to try it out. Seeing all those big guys on the billboards got your attention and all the gay porn you’d been watching had gotten you ideas. ‘If you wanted to attract a guy you needed to get bigger,’” James paused. “May not be how it works for everyone but it’s how you felt. Well I guess I should say feel.”

Scott stared down as he watched himself start working out. His 180 pound frame was fairly muscled but there was a bit of fat from all the fast food he was eating. That would all be worked off in the gym though. His eyes would travel around looking at all the guys working out. He envied the ones bigger than him but still found his eyes drifting to the ones smaller than him. Their trim tight bodies looked so much smaller when he worked out next to them. When he worked out alone girls would approach him but he didn’t show them any signs of genuine interest. He was there to workout not meet someone. 

Over the course of the year any fat on his body disappeared. But Scott wasn’t satisfied. He’d still only weighed a little over what he started with. Sure now he had abs and his muscles were defined but he didn’t have the same size as the other guys who worked out alongside him. He wanted to be more like them. Big hulking monsters that were over 200 pounds. Some even closer to 300. His eyes drifted around the gym until he saw James. A pang of guilt crossed his mind and he felt like he had to apologize.

“Hey,” he said walking over to James. James just pretended to ignore him. “Guess I deserve that… Just wanted to say sorry about high school… It was a different time…” 

“Uh-huh,” James said. “But maybe I did still want to suck your dick.”

The current Scott was currently yelling. “Don’t fucking do it! Don’t do it! I don’t want to see this shit! Oh my god! I’m not gay!”

However in the memory that Scott’s smile couldn’t deny how happy he was to hear that. “Really? Why don’t you tell me more?” he lead James back to the locker room. They went to a far back corner and Scott dropped his pants. His dick was already half hard but James took the initiative with his hands to work it all the way up. His much softer hands felt so good against the more sensitive skin. Scott’s head rolled back as he drifted off into the pleasure of having someone else please him. James showered him with complements and rubbed up and down his body. 

He came. Hard. His head shot back, mouth wide open as a loud moan escaped him. His body bucked up against the air between him and James and cum sprayed onto James’ face. “Sorry bout that…” he apologized. “Got a little too excited. Just haven’t been touched like that in a long time…”

“Well maybe next time it doesn’t have to be so long,” James grinned. He used a towel to wipe of his face and stood up. “How about dinner tonight?” Scott agreed.

“What kind of gay ass shit is this? I’m not gay!” The current Scott shouted at James. “Stop this shit! Stop it!”

“Nah…” James said nonchalantly. “See when I told you to stop messing with me what did you say?” Scott didn’t respond. He knew exactly how much he liked pushing past people’s boundaries and forcing them into situations they weren’t comfortable with. “That’s what I thought. But now here comes the fun part. Cause you know how you wanted to get bigger? Well someone’s about to help you with that.”

 Scott’s eyes turned back to the scene around him as he saw his ‘past self’ walking up to someone. “Is that Randy? Don’t tell me that’s Randy. Fuck… I’m getting drugs? I don’t use them. You don’t use them if you sell them! That’s rule fucking one!” 

“Yeah but you’re not selling them,” James smiled. “It’s just that you wanted to get bigger. You lost a bunch of the excess weight but the muscle wasn’t coming fast enough. So much bigger…”

“No! You don’t understand! Randy will kill me!” Scott seemed almost scared more of Randy than he did that he was currently buying HGH. “He doesn’t know what he buys! He’s never known. Just sticks a bunch of shit in a bottle and says take this. Doesn’t care what happens to his customer… I never let anyone I knew buy anything from him. He’s dangerous…”

“Oh?” James realized his mistake. “Well I guess he’s had a change of heart because he only bought the best. And you could see results almost instantly. You’re 180 pound body jumped up 8 pounds of pure muscle in the first month. It was the next best thing to magic.” 

James has set it into fast forward. Scott watched as his body kept growing more and more. Every chance he’d gotten he’d spend trying to see just how much bigger he was. He’d flex in nearly every mirror he past watching the tight bicep bulge just a little more. Pull against his sleeve ever more slightly. That’s not to mention how much more James would hang around him and dangle off his arm. He’d get every chance he could to feel him up. More importantly Scott loved the size difference between the two. He could easily carry James around and throw him on the bed or just pick him up over his shoulder and carry him to another room if he was feeling antsy.

Scott’s body didn’t stop making testosterone even though there was currently so much being added. ‘Probably James’ doing…’ he thought hearing all kinds of horror stories from online. What Scott didn’t realize is how much hornier the HGH would make him. He’d have to masturbate at least once a day even if he’d just had sex. Especially after his treatments. He’d watch himself furiously masturbate to the nudes James would send him and make James beg for his hefty cock.

The time frame sped up again. Scott could see the definition building on his body. He could see that each month he was gaining more and more weight. Every part of his body bulged just a little more. He’d make goals and then pass them up. 190 seemed like a dream until he got there. Then he was too small. Same for 200. He never in his life thought he could be 200 pounds. And it wasn’t fat either. It was pure muscle. True muscle built both in the gym and at work. 210 came and went as did 220. At some point he’d started to lose his hair. It didn’t bother him at all. He just went to shave it off along with the rest of his body. It’s not like he needed it and it just got in the way of seeing his muscles.

But more importantly as his body changed more so did the attitudes of the people around him. They seemed to have respected him more. Asked him for advice. Looked up to him, figuratively and literally. They were in awe of his presence while also showing him plenty of respect. Scott didn’t understand it. He was still in charge but people liked him. This version of him seemed to have had everything he wanted while he still had people try to back stab him the first second they got. He could see the smile on his face as he’d finished a hard workout and gone back to see James. 

“Like what you see?” James was grinning seeing the solemn and peaceful look on Scott’s face. 

Scott’s face blushed. He wasn’t about to let James have the satisfaction of seeing him happy. “No!” his voice cracked making it into a two syllable word. “I’m not gay!” 

James smiled knowing he was giving a in at least a little. Scott hadn’t even noticed his change of words. “Just one more thing though… Apparently you thought I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” 

“You’ll see,” James snickered as he turned back to the memories. Scott’s mind was racing as he saw himself trying to inject himself with the steroid. He was having a tough time as his body couldn’t bend as easily as it used to. He was just so big and stacked with muscle that flexibility was nearly impossible.

“You almost done in there?” a knock on the door startled him dropping the needle. 

“Damn it James…” he cursed under his breath. “Always fucking coming in at the worst fucking times…” He bent over and picked up the needle again. 

“Do I?” James leaned against the doorframe. He’d scared Scott again making him drop the needle.

“Shit! It’s not what it looks like!”

James rolled his eyes. “You think I give a fuck?” Scott’s heart seemed to have stopped as he heard the words come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. “Or you think I’m too stupid not to notice?” Scott didn’t reply. He just gave a sly smile. “Really?! C’mon man! You were already pretty big and had been working out but then you gain another 30 plus pounds in a year outgrowing all of your clothes. It’s not like it’s not obvious…”

“Really…” James’ face dropped in disbelief. “Your arms as big as my head. It’s been growing steadily for the last year. It was like 15 inches and now it’s closing in on 20. Don’t even get me started on that chest. They were nice don’t get me wrong, but your pecs are even more solid and pushing far out in front of you. Can you even look past them?” Scott smiled but shook his head. “Didn’t think so… And don’t get me started on how horny you’ve been. You know how many times I’ve changed the sheets since you’ve moved in?”

“Alright! Guilty as charged. Jeez…” Scott said. He wasn’t mad just wanted James to stop rubbing it in. “I get it. I get it…”

“Good,” James bent down and picked up the needle. “So this is all it is?” It felt so strange that something this small could have such an impact. He’d just about doubled in size since they first met. 

“Yeah… That’s it… That and going to the gym,” Scott leaned his hefty body against the wall and flexed. Even if James wasn’t looking directly at him he knew his boyfriend appreciated it. 

James was busy feeling up his nice muscled ass. There weren’t many opportunities he’d had to be on this side of Scott. He was going to take every second to enjoy it. “Oh?” James gave Scott’s tight ass a slap. “But I think you need to remember a lot of this is because you put a little prick inside your ass…” James pushed the needle hard into Scott’s butt cheek and watched him squirm. He pulled in closer against the big man leaning against the wall. “Do you want a little prick inside your ass?” he whispered lewdly into Scott’s ear. 

Scott returned on heavy laugh. “You think you’re man enough to stick it in my ass?” His tone turned dark as he turned towards James. James lost his gumption but tried to keep from touching himself. Watching his giant boyfriend mock him ever so slightly just by standing in front of him was enough to get him hard. His pecs pushed the bright red sleeveless shirt to the limit while a tent formed in his shorts. “Huh? You think you can take me?” Scott’s huge hand gripped James’ shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Strong enough to assert his dominance light enough so it didn’t hurt. 

Too much. 

He pushed more of his weight against the smaller man. James couldn’t do anything against it. He was at Scott’s mercy. Not that he minded all that much but rather couldn’t help but enjoy it. Scott dropped his shorts and boxers showing off his dick. It pointed straight ahead at James’ face. “Suck it nerd,” he sneered. 

Scott had force James to his knees. His mouth was currently Scott’s dick height. He tried to hide his grin. “But…”

“No buts asshole. Coach ain’t gonna save you this time. Yer in my territory now. So suck.” Scott grabbed the back of James’ head pulling him hard into his dick. But unlike before James went straight to work. He loved feeling that giant cock inside his mouth as he rolled his tongue around it. He loved the soft grunts of pleasure that Scott couldn’t help but make as his tongue touched the inside of Scott’s tip. “Keep going bitch,” Scott growled.

He wasn’t as forceful as he had been when he was younger but still demanded respect. James was happy to oblige as took the cock all the way into his mouth. He continued to please himself just as he was pleasing Scott. 

To the current Scott he was starting to get lost in the idea. He hadn’t noticed that he was getting off to the idea of him being so big and strong. Normally he’d call them fags for caring so much about how they looked but always secretly envied them. And watching James go down on him so passionately… It didn’t even bother him that it was a guy down there. Those deep moans Scott was giving off was enough to get him hard. But this is how he’d always seen himself. Strong. Confident. In control. And James, his little bitch, was so happy to please him. “God it’s so hot…” he mumbled. 

Current Scott’s dick was on full display. James moved closer to his lithe body and positioned his mouth right next to it. Scott didn’t seem to notice. His head rolled back at the sensation. “That’s it…” he growled. His voice was deeper and more commanding. It wasn’t the same whiney voice he’d just had. “Keep going,” he commanded. 

James’ hands rolled over his legs making his pants completely disappear. He grabbed the sides of his legs and squeezed. Muscle started building underneath him as he squeezed even harder. The years of hard work from the memories were starting to fill out his body. His hand fell onto the back of James’ head and doubled in size. It’s grip easily quadrupling in strength. The surge of power shot up his arms through his forearms and biceps. They bulged with a new found strength. Thick veins pumped blood faster through his system. His head flew back again as James’ licked his tip. 

“Oh fuck…” he tried to keep from coming. The new experience was too much for him to handle. His mind tried to get rid of these homosexual feelings but James was just too good. He stared down at his happy pleasing face. But that grew harder to do as pecs pushed into his line of sight. His back straightened up while his lats pushed his arms further to the sides. He leaned into the weightlessness, letting James take complete control. “Oh man…” he moaned. The pressure was getting to much.

James could feel it and gave his dick another whip of his tongue. Scott’s body stiffened and released. With several powerful thrusts to the face, copious amounts of cum shot to the back of James’ throat. He swallowed it satisfied at a job well down. He started to back off and look over his handiwork. Scott had gone from a completely useless drug peddler to a giant bodybuilder. His own dick was hard just thinking about all the things he’d just changed. “All done,” James smiled sitting in the booth across from his boyfriend. 

Scott looked at him confused. His hands were currently underneath James’. “All done?”

“Yeah,” James laughed. “I told you I’d get you hard just by looking at you.” 

Scott shifted in his seat. His dick was currently being squeezed between his massive thighs. “You think I’m hard?” he cocked an eyebrow trying to deny it. “You know what happens when you make me hard right?”

“I’m well aware,” James grinned. “There’s a bathroom over there with a lock. Just give me 2 minutes and I’ll be right there.”

“Good boy.”