Trash Walk [Complete *w/ ALT. ending*]

https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/350505 <<< original post on my GSS

Every morning at approximately eleven in the morning Billy would look out his bedroom window and see his neighbor walk the trash out. The trash was the same: Always two pizza boxes, a 2-liter bottle of soda, and sometimes the ‘kitchen’ trash bag. 

On this particular morning, a rainy morning nonetheless, Billy saw the maybe-32-year-old guy run out with the trash. Billy recalled what he knew of the guy from observation over the months: Pretty sure he had a young daughter he watched every other Saturday for a few hours, he loved wearing wife beaters, and he appeared to be jobless, or maybe something from home Billy might have guessed. 

“That guy’s apartment must be the total white trash stereotype on the inside.” Billy’s imagination ran wild trying to fill in the blanks with this neighbor of his. 

Billy’s alarm soon went off, signaling the need to leave for work. Today fate would bring both Billy and his neighbor out on the parking lot at the same time. The small distance between the two led to a basic exchange taking place…

“Hi, how are you?” Billy cheerfully asked… happy to find out if the guy sounded as trash as he looked.

“Hey man, what’s good? Hey- you have a second to help me carry in a package?” 

Billy thought it exciting that he’d be able to see how bad the place looked too!

Around the corner there existed a long cardboard package. The two carried in the large box labeled as, “foldable dining room table.” 

Billy’s neighbor admitted, “Damn thing was expensive.” 

Billy took one look at the build quality and guessed the price to be under $40 for the ‘party style’ table. Billy concluded that his neighbor was as trashy as white trash comes if a $40 folding table was too much. 

Eventually the box was secure and inside the barley-furnished dining room. Billy was officially relieved of his duties with a rather casual handshake.

“Rob.” Billy accepted Rob’s gesture. 

“Billy.” They shook hands…

** Spark ** A rather strong electric shock startled Billy as the two made hand contact.

“So you think I’m white trash, huh?” Rob spoke up, now mid-handshake, smile on his face.

Billy goes to retract his arm and take a step back, or at least he tries to. 

“Yea, I could tell the whole time you were judging…” Rob went on.

Billy outright denies it…

“No- I was just…”

Rob cut in again, “I’ll bet you think all I eat is pizza.” 

Billy struggled to come up with anything substantial. Instead, he began feeling some dizziness as he saw the floor grow smaller before his eyes. “Am I getting tALLeR?” 

Finally, Rob allowed Billy to have his hand back. 

Billy cleared his throat after his voice cracked pretty violently. One hand flew to his adam’s apple and the other he used to steady himself. 

As Rob stood feet away, Billy swore he had a youthfulness, or rather a growing youthfulness seem to take over him. 

It was then that the changes accelerated. Unfortunately for Billy, the stress to his body was making it far too difficult to communicate or even stay standing… After some number of minutes enduring aches in the bones and itchy skin, Billy was able to speak. 

“Are you getting younger?” Billy asked, further shocking himself as he heard his deeper voice, and how his dialect seemed to sound now. He felt himself still weighed down and frozen in place. Billy looked to Rob for answers and saw him smiling, almost eager to provide them.

“This is your dining room table man.” Rob spoke in a softer voice, a voice that resembled Billy’s old one. 

Sweat poured along Billy’s forehead as he felt tiny chest hairs sprout and his balls churn and pump out a different kind of mojo… the virility of man in need of simple things for starters. This freaked out Billy especially as he saw his reflection on a glass slider as a much lankier white man with poor grooming choices. He’d aged a substantial amount as well, probably somewhere in his 30’s.

“Save yourself the embarrassment of running out of here to try and explain to people how you aren’t an unemployed white trash father who’s only accomplishment is earning reward points at the local pizza joint.” 

“…Oh, and Billy, you’ll grow to love it too. Every day you’ll turn into me just a little more up here…” Rob walked up to a still-frozen Billy and taps him on the head. 

Billy feels such a strong aggression… he spits into Rob’s face. “Fuck you!” 

Rob wipes clean and begins chuckling a bit. “Hmm… where are your manners?” 

Billy, not needing more of a reminder, begins hyper-analyzing his previous action. “Oh my god did I just do that?” Indeed, Billy himself thought it was uncharacteristic. 

Rob was on the way out… leaving Billy inside the wrong apartment… Rob’s apartment. “See ya later man. Nice meeting you. I’ve only seen ya take out the trash before now.” 

Not until minutes later was Billy free from the forces that held him. He thought to run for help, for ‘himself,’ but he very quickly decided it would be a bad idea. “I look like a completely different person now. Nobody will believe me for shit!”

The first thing he did was run to take inventory of his ‘new’ belongings. “Good, I have a phone—but wait—It’s a go-phone?” Billy saw it had extremely limited texting and app capability. “How am I going to use…”

More looking revealed a basic bedroom consisting of a twin mattress set on a cheap frame. The sheets appeared stained and the sight had Billy’s new dick moving on its own. “Fuck…”

Immediately the urge to hop into that bed and pump out a load came to the forefront. “NO! I will not do something so crude!” 

“…And why did I think of that?” 

“I’m not like him, eww!” 

“I am not Rob!” 

At that, Billy walked to a small table in the living room in front of a mirror and saw some fresh mail addressed to Rob. “Me, right?” He angrily opened it. It was a check from the government for $512 to cover rent from some kind of unemployment benefit. He threw it on the fridge and felt better about his job situation at least.

“Well, maybe now I can touch my dick all day.” Billy shoved his skinny hand down his pants to feel the growing boner. “Mmm, I’m bored.” 

Billy’s cock grew to an astounding 8-inches. As it hardened Billy figured he would at least enjoy the new experience before figure out how to get his old body back. 

A few small jerks led to a faster rhythm within minutes. Billy sat on the edge of his mattress and seemed to instinctively pull out a magazine littered with images of tits. “A porn magazine?” Billy was mesmerized by it. He flipped through the many pages with one hand while he jerked with the other. This went on for hours until finally Billy nutted all over himself. 

With the daylight over, Billy was too tired to think of options. He didn’t know what to do for food so he used the menu on the counter to order pizza. Naturally Billy cursed the decision but he refused to starve. “I have nothing else!” 

Before long he passed out on the couch. When he woke up he noted the smell of pizza in the apartment. “Where’s the trash can?” Billy knew he needed to take out the trash. “Like fuck I’m letting this place turn smelly.” 

Billy looked and looked but found only one pair of saggy grey sweats to wear below his white wife beater. 

As he waked to the dumpster with his hands full of pizza and trash he thought of going over there to teach that brat a lesson. As his dick swinging low in his pants Billy humbled himself back upstairs to a much simpler apartment. 

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"Today's the day!"

For it'd been several weeks of a degrading routine, degraded only in a sense that the 'old' Billy would have protested the lifestyle of such filth with such force. Billy had become a slug and a slob alike. There was no limit to how much porn he'd watch or pizza he'd order. As the responsibilities of watching his daughter twice a month who was ten years old created more stress in his life, add to that the unemployment beginning to dwindle, Billy vowed to make an escape to Rob for his old life back." He'd begun losing memories of his old life and struggled even now to remember which house it was.

Billy now stood in front of his old front door, ready to knock. 

He knocked.  ...And then immediately regretted it. 

"Oh fuck.  What do I do?"

Alas, Rob answered the door, alongside the company of friends and roommates. The spotlight was on Billy as he was ready to plead his case. 

Instead rather- to avoid a scene Billy resorted to the only thing that could get him out of the situation.  .   .

"Ay man thanks for your help with my table the other day. If you ever wanna come over for pizza just lemme know." Billy announced to the somehow 'expecting' Rob. 

Billy turned around and grabbed his junk out of instinct, humiliation. He swaggered on over back to his apartment to the sounds of laughter from the much younger group of kids.