“…Seven…Eight…You’re closer to the surface now, you’re coming back to yourself, Chase, rising back up…”
He was, but slowly, so slowly. He felt like he’d been asleep for days. He felt strange too, so strange, but he was coming back, he was almost there.
“…Nine…you’re in your body again, you’re back to being Chase, and…Ten. Wakey, wakey.”
Chase groaned, “Fuck…Phillip, that must have been a long ass day of filming, I’m fucking wiped.”
“Phillip? Oh goodness, you really don’t remember much, do you?”
That wasn’t Phillip’s voice. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at Rudy. What in the hell was Rudy doing here? He hadn’t seen him in months. He looked around at the room and saw he also wasn’t in his trailer, but some rundown apartment. He tried to sit up but something pushed back against him. He looked down and saw a fat gut pushing out of his belly, sticking out from under some filthy wifebeater. What movie was this? Why couldn’t he remember anything? No…No, he did remember something. He could remember Rudy putting some…‘old man’ makeup on him, but it was just a dim memory. “What…movie is this? What’s going on?”
Rudy just cocked his head to one side and smirked. Chase shook his head. He didn’t really care what was going on with Rudy, he just wanted out of this makeup, whatever it was. He heaved himself up and walked to the apartment bathroom. He wasn’t quite sure how he *knew* where the bathroom was, but he did. And whatever this fat suit was made of, it was the most realistic thing he’d felt before–and it was fucking heavy. He pulled off the wifebeater as he stepped in front of the mirror, and gasped. Whatever character he was playing, he was an ugly fucker. Mostly bald with hair growing long in the back, thick mutton chops, and even a set of false teeth, all crooked with a few missing. It was fantastic–the makeup that is. Hell, the body suit even had fake hair all over it, and…and he couldn’t see any straps. In fact, it looked like flesh. He ran his hands over it and…and he could feel his hands on the fat…because…because it wasn’t a suit at all.
It was real.
He shook it, watching it shake and jiggle in the mirror. He grabbed hold of the mutton chops and yanked on them, but they too, were real. His hair, but not his usual beard, it must have been dyed grey, and felt brittle and stiff to the touch. He ran his hand over the scalp, and sure enough, it wasn’t a bald cap. What the hell had happened to him? His memory was coming back now, he could remember Rudy putting the makeup on him and talking about his dead uncle. How he’d been…kidnapped. How Rudy had put him under like Phillip always did, how–
“What do you think, Chase? It took over two years of hard work, but you’re finally my Uncle Ned, from head to toe.” Chase turned to him, angry and terrified, but before he could so much as try and rush him, Rudy said “Safety measures, Chase,” and try as he might, he couldn’t even try and hit him. Instead, Chase pushed past him, running for the door, but he couldn’t seem to grab hold of the doorknob. He was panicking now, breathing heavy, and he hurried over to the side table, grabbed a cigar from the humidor there and lit it, taking a few deep long inhales before realizing what he was doing. He’d never smoked before in his life, and he’d just grabbed a cigar on instinct?
“Heh, looks like your character wore off a bit on you, Chase,” Rudy said, coming around the corner, “Then again, you’re used to smoking them almost constantly, so I’m not surprised your body would want one after a shock like this.”
“What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Oh, I assure you, you did most of it to yourself. All that binge eating, the shaving, the electrolysis. I helped out, of course, bleaching out your hair, aging that young movie star skin of yours, the hair growth all over your body. Just a few special formulas I’ve been developing. Oh, and I did have to date that oral surgeon for a while before he agreed to fuck up that pretty mouth of yours, but I never could imagine an Uncle Ned with perfect teeth. Phillip helped too–he’s the one who found you that janitorial work with the studio, provided he gets to use your mouth and ass whenever he wants, just like I do. Yeah, you love your nephew’s cock, don’t you uncle?” Rudy added, grabbing his crotch. “Still, this is just the prologue, you know? We’ve only just established your desires and motives! I have all sorts of plot twists in mind for you, all kinds of character development I want to see. Would you like a taste, Uncle?”
Rudy picked up the remote to the TV and turned it on, a video starting up. It looked like an amateur porno, and as the camera panned around, he could see some big brute fucking some other man in a sling. Some fat fucker dressed in leather, hair all over his body. “What the fuck is that supposed to be?” he asked around the cigar–he’d already forgotten he was smoking–it felt so natural. His hand had also drifted to his crotch, and was rubbing his cock–Rudy noticed, and smirked.
“That, in the sling, is you, ‘Ned’. From last night at the club. Your first night at the club, I should say. You do love the camera, though, no matter what angle or role you’re playing. Hell, it already has 300 views on xtube, and I just uploaded in this morning. Yes, my perverse Uncle Ned, just beginning to explore his kinky side. What kind of sexual freak might be be in a year? In five years? Why, I simply can’t wait to find out. Isn’t this exciting, Chase? After all, you’re the star of the show, just like you always wanted to be, and I’ll be there to support you the whole way, I promise. We’ll be together forever, one way or another.”
“No, No–you can’t, please–”
“Sleep tight, Chase,” Rudy said, and watched the actor’s eyes flicker shut, “Just wait until the next time you come up for air–you’re going to be a whole new man, all over again.”
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