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Commission - Built Better

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Officer Davies was, above all else, a lazy person. 30 years in the same job on the force with barely any upward movement would do that to a person. When he'd first joined he'd been the young hotshot sure he would make detective within a year, but then so had everyone else. One year as a low level cop with no promotions turned to two, two turned to four, then before he knew it he was turning 50, fat, and still in the same shitty job. So he’d stopped caring about his appearance and his career prospects and just started going through the motions of bar minimum.

Which is exactly what he did when he got the early morning call for a noise complaint across town. Some old lady complained about the construction site next to her house being noisy when she was trying to sleep. He knew well enough the city laws had certain times places like that could and couldn’t work, and that this complaint had come in well within the legal timing. Still, protocol said he still go and check it out even if it were nothing, so that’s what he did. Gathered his, then headed out to grab a car to drive over to the site.

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Once he got to the site, Officer Davies switched the engine off and glanced around before getting out. It was a mess at best, with his squad car parked in front of a small, makeshift office that looked like it might collapse any moment. Men in hardhats wandered around every which way passed Officer Davies without much of a care as to why he was there; it was probably far above their pay grade.

“Can I help you with something, Officer?” A deep voice came from behind him only a few moments after he’d pulled himself out of the car.

Davies turned on the spot to see one of the workers smiling at him. His instant reaction was to wrinkle his nose at the smell coming off the guy; blue overalls open at the front let whatever intense stench of sweat from a hard morning working waft out. Pungent was the most apt description of the smell coming from the man’s hairy torso, but Davies was all too polite to mention it. The sooner he dealt with the noise complaint the sooner he could leave.

“Just a routine check up from some noise complaints in the area is all, I’ll need to have a chat with whoever the supervisor is around here to check on a few things before I can leave you to it.” He said with a flat, uninterested tone.

The man that’d stopped to talk to him smiled. “Well then you’re in luck, since I’m in charge around here. Shall we?” He gestured at the shabby building behind them that was his office. “Head on inside and I’ll be with you in a moment, just got to finish up something quickly.”

Officer Davies nodded wordlessly and turned towards the office. Anything to get away from the smell of sweat and all the dirt of the building site. He trudged over to the office and pulled the door open, and wasn’t surprised to see the messy state of the inside of the place. Clothes discarded on a sofa in one corner, papers strewn around all over the main desk in the centre of the room, an all around mess. How someone could work like this he had no idea. Still, he shuffled his way through the mess of an office and took a seat in front of the desk, idly drumming his fingers against the wooden arm of the chair as he waited for the man he'd seen to return.

Several minutes later the sound of the office door opening behind him made Officer Davies turn. That same guy, now thankfully with his overalls zipped up, walked in with two coffee cups in hand.

“Took the liberty of getting you something to drink Officer, our boys make the best coffee here.” He said with the same disarming smile from earlier as he walked over. Officer Davies reached out to take the cup closest to him, only for the foreman to switch them at the last moment and hand him the other cup. “Oops, sorry that one's mine. Trying some new health thing, so unless you want a decaf coffee with oat milk I'd take that one.”

Officer Davies smiled and took the offered cup, mumbling a word of thanks before he raised it to his lips. The guy might be messy as hell but at least he knew how to treat a visitor. The coffee it turned out was strong and hot, barely leaving any room to actually taste anything. That was the way he often liked it though, so he was glad to see the statement of them making good coffee was actually true.

“Right, sorry about all that.” The man across from him said when he was finally settled. “First off let me introduce myself, I'm Leon, I pretty much run things around here day to day. And you're here about a noise complaint, yes? Well I can assure you we keep everything up to code. As much as the top brass might want this project done quicker we only ever stick to the hours we're meant to operate in.”

“I'm not here to accuse you or your workers of anything, it's just routine. We get complaints we've got to come in and check, even if you are well within the law by the end of it.” Davies said in a monotonous tone. It was a speech he'd given a thousand times over to a thousand different people, just like every other aspect of his dead end job. “I'm just going to need to look around and speak to a few people, then I can be out of your hair. Won't be more than an hour.”

Leon’s smile was friendly and disarming, enough so that Officer Davies didn’t notice the button he pressed under his desk. He couldn’t have police looking too closely into what construction they were actually doing here, and they could always do with more workers. Besides, he had a feeling an overweight cop that looked bored with his job wouldn’t mind what he was about to do to him…

“Of course, by all means whatever you need.” Leon said as he gestured at the door he knew would already be locked. “I will have to ask you to leave your gun here though. We’ve got various equipment and chemicals on site, and whilst I’m not saying I don’t trust you, it’s a risk I can’t allow on site. I’m sure you understand, Officer.”

Davies glanced down at his belt, then rolled his eyes a little as he unclipped the gun and set it on the desk. Leon picked it up and placed it carefully into one of his desk drawers, which to the officer’s great relief he then proceeded to lock. Once that was done he pushed himself up out of the chair and headed over to the door, wanting more than anything to get this over with so he could go back to the station. Only, when he reached the door and pulled the handle he found it stuck fast.

“Sorry, but that can’t be allowed to happen.” Leon’s calm voice came from behind him. “You see, we’re building a highly classified new building here, and can’t have anyone looking around. Orders from above is to ‘deal with’ anyone that tries to look around for any reason, especially police. You’ll like this though, I promise.”

The same pungent smell from earlier filled the room as Officer Davies started to panic. He couldn’t move despite many attempts, so he was stuck rooted to the spot as the manly stink of sweat and cum built and built. He thought it was coming from Leon, it had to be, but something was off. Part of that smell felt familiar where it had just been unpleasant before. He sniffed, then sniffed once more. He did recognise that smell he realised, but the only possible source of it made dread swirl up inside him. It was his smell. Or, more accurately it was some twisted version of how he knew he smelt mixed with the pungent aroma of something closer to Leon.

“W-What are you…” He managed to say before the force holding him bound still stopped him from talking too.

“What am I doing to you? It’s simple really.” Leon moved around to stand in front of the frozen policeman, that same disarming smile still plastered across his face. “I’m making you the best version of yourself. You look like you were probably an attractive man in your youth, right? Probably thought you were cool as hell, becoming a cop too to really flex that dominance. Only, it wasn’t as shiny and amazing as you thought it would be, was it? You got lazy and you got old, sat around doing paperwork all day instead of keeping up those looks of yours. Well how about you let me push you onto a different path?”

Officer Davies was torn. On the one hand he was terrified of whatever was going on that gave this guy the ability to do whatever he was going to do. But on the other hand he was curious as hell. The smell that’d grown didn’t feel so unpleasant now it had a twist of something familiar worked in, instead it felt safe, comfortable. And everything Leon was saying was true. He did miss his youth, he did miss being young and attractive and having girls fall at his feet. Those days were long behind him though and he’d accepted that. But maybe they didn’t have to be.

“All you have to do is say yes.” Leon continued. “Embrace this instead of making me force it and we can have so much fun together. You can have everything you want again; a young, strong body, all the sex you want, and even a career here that isn’t going to waste you away. Just tell me your name and I’ll set you free.”

“William.” He said before he could talk himself out of this.

Giving into his captor might not be the smartest idea, but it was the greedy one. If everything being promised was indeed true then why not take everything being offered? He hated his life, he had for a long time, so being made anew by whatever powers that be was his best option. When would he get another chance like this?

Leon smirked. “William Davies, or should that be Liam Davies instead?”

As soon as the shorter name was spoken, a shiver ran through William’s body. He’d gone by Liam in his younger days, but as with his confidence and his hot body that had faded with maturity. Now the reminder came with it a powerful something he couldn’t quite place. An energy he’d forgotten from years ago, back when he was still in his prime. He felt a churning in his gut as this something spread through him, then it started.

The mass of fat that’s spread over him in recent years contracted in a sudden lurch that had William’s balance faltering for a moment. He swayed and placed his hand against a nearby wall as the extra weight dropped away into nothingness, as if it was never there in the first place. The large shirt he wore as a uniform was loose now where it hadn't been moments ago, the fabric in the front now hanging freely over a stomach that was now flat and toned.

So too did William realise the same change to his stomach had swept over the rest of his body, he had just been too preoccupied by the largest of those changes. His arms were right under the fabric of his shirt, now formed into two massive biceps bigger than his had ever been in the past. Pecs no longer soft had hardened up into two thick slabs of muscle, which in turn had helped his back push out wider. His uniform was now tight in all different places to where it had before; shoulders like cannonballs strained the dark fabric along with his upper back and arms instead of a massive belly.

“Shit, you weren't kidding!” William said as he took in the state of his body. Even his voice sounded smoother than it had before. Younger and less tainted by decades of smoking. “I can't believe this is really-”

“Believe it Liam, this is you. The best you possible.” The voice of the man responsible for this said. Suddenly there were two hands wrapping around his changed body from behind, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. “Let's get this off you alright? You're not some boring old cop anymore Liam, you're young and hot. You work for me, maybe more than that.”

Liam. It'd been a long time since anyone had properly called him that, but he liked it now. Made him feel like a younger man than he was, though that might not be exactly true anymore. As he let Leon strip him of his uniform, Liam ran his hands over his face and neck. Smooth and youthful, just as he had guessed. He wasn't old anymore, wasn't fat. Was far the opposite of both of those as he saw moments later with clothing removed; the absolutely ripped body that got revealed was a sight to say the least.

“All I've got to do for this is work for you? Here?” He asked as the shirt finally came loose of his arms and fell to the floor.

It was a tempting offer, if it even was one. Part of him felt like this was happening either way, but hadn't he already accepted this when Leon had asked his name? He was in deep with this already, and it wasn't like he had anything worth holding onto in his life. He hated his old body and job. Hated all the assholes that never recognised the hard work he put in, until he stopped putting that work in and just did the bare minimum that is. Why even stay attached to all that when he could be hot as hell and smell so naturally good? Men would love that.

“Wait.” He said as he caught up with the thought that'd just cross his mind. Men? He was straight, wasn't he? “I'm not-”

The scratch of a beard against his neck as a kiss was pressed there shut him right up. If his cock’s reaction was anything to go by he was definitely gay now. A hairy muscular hunk pressed against his back and undressing him, all whilst smelling so fucking good, who could resist? He could barely understand how he hadn't liked it when he'd arrived, the man smelt divine.

“Finally caught up huh? Yeah, you're gay now.” Leon whispered. “Just like everyone else here. Side effect of the drug I slipped into your coffee, if you were straight before there's absolutely no chance you are now.”

He knew he should protest, but he couldn't bring himself to care any less about his sexuality being switched. So what if he was gay? It would probably be easier. Guys he understood, he was one after all. They were simple and predictable, going after what they wanted just like Leon was right now with his hands running lower down Liam's body. He could be gay, especially if it meant more of Leon.

“Fuck, then what're you waiting for dude?” Liam said as he settled himself back into his old forgotten ways. The ways of a handsome stud not worn down by life. “Get on with it and show me a good time! If I'm gonna be gay you've got to at least show me why it's better than pussy.”

Leon's answer was to finish removing the oversized clothes from Liam's body, leaving the jock standing naked in the messy office. Naked in his full glory, far bigger and even more hung than he'd ever been. The drug had worked its magic just as Leon knew it would, sculpting Liam into his full potential from his genetics.

Now it was easy for Leon to rock his hard bulge against Liam's ass whilst he jerked the new hunk off. Liam's moans echoed through the office, only serving to turn both of them on more with each stroke. Deep grunt's as Leon squeezed the shaft and rocked his hips in perfect sync, a move born of practised ease of plenty of sex with men. He knew how to work a cock, and he was going to make sure Liam knew that.

On the side of the newly young jock, Liam couldn't believe how good this felt. He'd jerk off himself plenty, and been sucked off some in his youth too, but this was something else. Call it years of neglect for sex or maybe Leon was just that good, but this was incredible. The guy knew just how hard to squeeze, when to pause and tease the head of his cock slightly, when to pull back and let him recover before picking up the pace again. It went on for what felt like hours of being right on the edge of cumming but never being allowed to, not until Leon decided he could.

“P-Please man you gotta…” He panted, now nothing more than a horny mess in Leon's arms. “I'm gay, I'm so fucking gay holy shit. And fuck my old life, fuck the police and fuck all that shit!”

It was music to Leon's ears. Beautiful sweet music that he'd been able to take another wasted body and help them flourish into something better. And Liam Davies the young gay construction worker was far better than Officer William Davies, the old, fat, straight police officer.

“Then cum for me and let go of all that bullshit Liam, it's all behind you.” Leon's pace grew faster around Liam's cock, driving him finally closer to that delicious edge he craved. “You're free now, so release and finally enjoy life again.”

Liam did just that seconds later. Cumming hard and shooting like a broken faucet, Liam had never felt a better orgasm in his life. He could make something of himself here and he knew it, finally make a mark on life and feel like he was really doing something. And in that split second between the high of his orgasm and the onset of post-nut clarity he knew exactly what needed doing.

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“So, how would you say the city has changed since the dramatic events two months ago?” The news reporter held her microphone out to a familiar handsome middle-aged man, all dressed up in a suit and tie instead of the overalls he usually wore.

The man in question smiled. “You mean since over half of the local police force resigned or disappeared? For the better, honestly.” Leon said. “Half of them as it was discovered were crooked anyway, so it's not like they're going to be missed. Those that are left of course are still doing exemplary work, with our help of course.”

“And, what help is that exactly?” The woman questioned. “LifeCorp made all these promises when the incident happened of using their networks to help keep the peace, but what networks are those? We'd all like to know.”

“Well Melissa, I can't exactly be giving away company secrets. What I can say though is we've been working with those left in the police to transfer some of the responsibilities and put plans in place to create new infrastructure. We have a very talented and very capable construction crew, all led by my right hand man Liam Davies. A lot of the crime issues can be solved by just providing people with the opportunities they need, and that's what we at LifeCorp are trying to do. This just happened to be the perfect scenario to really show it off.”

Melissa nodded along with the explanation, but wasn't done yet. “And what do you make of the conspiracy theorists out there that are saying your company had a hand in the disappearances?” She pressed.

Leon laughed. “Please, if we all listened to them then we'd be out here thinking the world is flat. On a serious note though, there's no way we'd ever do something like that. The planning to move into the city and bring our work here was already in place before anything happened, construction on our headquarters here started six months ago after all. We just accelerated things a little when the need arose.”

“Well thank you Leon for your time.” Melissa turned back to the camera and smiled a small, practised smile. “Well there you have it folks. That was Leon Delworth, head of the new west coast branch of the multinational company LifeCorp with me here to talk about how his company is here to demonstrate the overuse of police in America's cities today. Will their experiment prove a success? Keep yourself by the TV because we'll be keeping you updated with all the stats and information you need in this brave new adventure for our little city. That's all from me, goodnight.”

Liam switched the TV off and grinned to himself a little. The plan had gone off without fail, perhaps even better than he could have hoped.

Back on that first day he was changed months ago he'd plotted with Leon for revenge. As soon as the ruggedly handsome man had confessed his actual role as more than just the man in charge of construction of the site it'd all fallen into place. They could and did use that same drug that had changed him to do the same to most of the other police officers Liam used to work with, albeit a little less willingly for some. They'd grown their construction crew of hunky gay men by double, and got rid of all the assholes at that place Liam hated that had messed him around for so long. A few had been left sure, the nicer and more competent ones. Then Leon had his company swoop in and act the saviour of the sudden problem, when it'd been their creation in the first place.

His phone vibrating snapped him out of his thoughts.

Leon: Interview over at last. Ready for the celebration orgy with the guys?

Oh, was he ready. He'd been waiting all week for this, and the guys on the crew had too. Building work finished, interview over, they were all ready for one massive gay fuck in the new facility they'd just finished. The newly created members were just as eager if not more so than the ones that'd been around before this, Liam included. None of them saw any regrets being gay and hunky, not now they'd been educated first hand on the pleasures of it anyway. There had been resistance in the beginning, but they soon saw to it that every one of the former cops was happy as the new versions of themselves.

Liam: You bet your ass I am. As long as I get you all to myself the rest of the weekend!

He locked his phone and stood after he'd replied, his grin still not fading. He couldn't get enough of his new life, construction was simple, easy, and a great workout for a guy as big as him. He couldn't wait for more.

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The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester. Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore. He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school. Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was. He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball. He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys. A lot of guys wished they could be him. I, however, wanted to be with him. Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind. At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him. Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle. His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place. His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school. He didn’t come off like the rest of them though. His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks. He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked. Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried. It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin. I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention. It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating. The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class. Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him. He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct! I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled. “You always look like you’re off in your own little world. But you still manage to do well. You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.” Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies. Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s. He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed. All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework. He helped clarify things for me thankfully. I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you? That’s his hat, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.” It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today? If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next. I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.” I don’t know why I said that. We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were. I’m also not on the baseball team. Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom. He was probably long gone anyways. After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat. I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used. I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on. Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again. I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it. It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s. It’s not like he had lice or anything. What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would. Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped. The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping. The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened. My watch skipped a tick. But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked. I had to admit, I looked really good in it. I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league. Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face. A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me. Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore. I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra. I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out. I must’ve lost track of time. As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason. I never used to make much of an impression on most people. I was quiet and had only a couple friends. Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?” the teacher remarked. Very funny. I always showed up on time. I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right. My body squeezed tight into the desk. I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler. Weird. Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative. I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering. I still felt a couple of their eyes on me. I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room. She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion. She was cute, but definitely out of my league. I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today. Something must be wrong. The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache. I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne. I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch. I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food. Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time. But for some reason, I didn’t really want to? That’s weird for me. I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally. Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name. They were two jocks. I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot. What did they want? I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind. Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym. Wanna come with?” the other jock asked me. Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious? Did these jocks actually think I was one of them? I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed. Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys. My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them. For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time. I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before. They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends. I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me. Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks? It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad. Thought you were someone else. He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank? He obviously knew my number. Of course he knows who I am. Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks. I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends. You know, my real friends. I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed. Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein. I swear I almost never eat this much. The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself. But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them? I had class soon. But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros. I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them. As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym. I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts. To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine. I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift. It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner. By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class. But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue. There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron. At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him. Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself. He could always just get another one, right? I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear. Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that. I shrugged it off. They can stare all they want for all I care. I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen. If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with. But in such a short amount of time? With no prior lifting experience? That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today. All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later? I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period. Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave. I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who? Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?” he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy! You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude. Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro. My bad.” I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with. But as I looked at him, I realized something. He was wearing his hat! But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it? “I thought you lost your hat. How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude. One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do. But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up. You’ll impress the ladies.” But I was gay. And I’ve only had this hat for a day. If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine? I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other. Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out. Was it because we were going to practice? I’ve never played baseball in my life. Nah, that can’t be right. I feel like I’ve swung a bat before… We went into the locker room to change. I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there. Someone else’s was. Someone much stronger and much taller than me. That wasn’t me. It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match. There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron. This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall. I walked closer. “Aaron” walked closer. I moved my hand to feel my face. So did “Aaron”. A dull, confused look appeared on his face. Had I really become him? But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing. Then who am I? Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier? I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name. That’s…Aaron’s? Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married. As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday. I knew my birthday, and it was in January. Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror. It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream. It was like I was his twin! Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters. At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed. Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis. I realized that this all started when I wore his hat. I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder. My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro? Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me. I think it runs in the blood, you know. You like that, right?” He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head. I nodded. I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection. I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body. At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin. The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together. This is all you ever wanted, right?” He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him. Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong. But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro. This shit’s the life, dude.” I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that. The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro. I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood. As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen… I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back? During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro. I remember.” But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right? I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right? One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game. I’ve never been more proud of you bro.” Aaron patted me on the back. I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it. That year, our baseball team was the best in the state. And I…led our team to a championship? As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real. But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away. Turns out that I was the brother he never had. We were a pair. We complemented each other perfectly. I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school. I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro? That’s gay as shit. And weird. This was my own twin we were talking about. Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too. After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…” Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro! I was just saying how good your hat looks on you. Come on, let’s go.” I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother. Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as. Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock. I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic. Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree. But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school. I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this. But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times. I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again. I remembered I kinda struggled with this class. I sat behind my bro as usual. I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework. I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class. When I asked him, he wouldn’t say. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me. We practically knew everything about each other after all. After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you. Is everything alright? Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro. I think I was just up too late partying the other day. And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.” I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.” Mr. Martin smiled. “I won’t leave you too long. I know you two have your hands full with practice today. Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see. It suits you well, Aiden.” I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left. Mr. Martin was always cool. I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what? I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros. I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways. Probably nothing important. As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school. I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights. All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift. Must run in the blood. After school, I went to practice with Aaron. We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer. We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition. Man, this was the life. I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

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