April 2023 Prompt- Sneak Peak

Sorry guys, been hectic. Finishing off the prompt. Will be uploading the full thing within 24 hours.

Until then, enjoy this brief quarter.

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In a small rural town, a young man named Nigel was in his room in an apartment building. The young man sighed to himself as he made his way through a dating app, finger-swiping through the different profiles. As usual, he was either rejected, ghosted, or not attracted to most of the men he saw on the application’s pages. Nigel just wanted to find bigger men, be they muscle or fat, yet the dating sites only seemed to suggest young twinks, skinny otters or gave Nigel the option for the perfect man, only for him to be halfway across the country. Either way, Nigel found himself just without anyway he can imagine spending a night with, let alone actively having a relationship with.

Swiping past more profiles, wincing when he came across a profile of two twinks looking for a third, Nigel groaned before the next swipe brought him to an advertisement.

“Of course, thought I was going a while before an ad,” Nigel said to himself with a groan, forced to sit as the unskippable ad played out. The screen-filling advert shows off a crude graphic saying something about granting wishes for those who touch the screen, which just made Nigel more tired of how he wants so much, but couldn’t have it. Finding he couldn’t leave the page as he tried to tap the close button on a screen that had only a line that said; ‘Make your wish’.

“Well, I wish the town was filled with huge men. Just gigantic guys.” Nigel said, more out of frustration as he kept trying to close the ad. On the last of a series of taps, Nigel cursed when a jolt went through his fingers, letting go of his phone out of shock.

Nigel hissed through his teeth as he shook his hand where the jolt went through him. His fingers tingled a bit before the feeling gradually returned. Reaching down to pick up his phone, Nigel found he couldn’t turn on the device.

“Come on… Don’t tell me it broke.” Nigel said, trying different ways to restart the handheld device. Finding all his actions for nought, Nigel decided to call it a night and try to go to the repair shop tomorrow to see if they could help him. Placing his phone on his bedside table, Nigel got up and left the room to shower before bed. As he left the room, Nigel didn’t notice the phone briefly flashing on, the screen displaying a simple sentence.

“Wish being granted. Please wait till morning.”

The screen returned to darkness, leaving Nigel unaware of the brief life that had sparked through the device. With his return and one last check to see if he could turn on the mobile phone, Nigel sighed in defeat before getting into bed. Nigel slept, having what could only be described as a vivid wet dream as he dreamt of gigantic men, pressed up between either muscle-bound hulks, or big-bellied sumos, the young man blissfully unaware of the wish he made being granted as the men in the town began to gradually grow through the night.