A nursing home? Why in the hell was his dealer living in a nursing home? Jaxon looked at the address he’d been given again, but he was definitely in the right place, at least at the place where his dealer had sent him. From the form of the address, he’d assumed it would be a dorm or apartment complex or something, and if the withdrawal hadn’t been so freaking awful, he would have just given up, but he needed the stuff way too bad to not give it a try.

D-Juice it was called. He’d found a few references to it on a bodybuilding forum he lurked on. Apparently it was completely natural and impossible to detect, but the claims that it had no negative effects were obviously garbage. Jaxon had gotten some to help him with his training for football season before heading off to college, and so far it had worked great. He’d packed on muscle quicker than before–not as quick as steroids, but quick enough for him to be happy. There had been some unexpected but not unwelcome changes too–more body hair, a thicker beard and a deeper voice, but the early onset male pattern baldness kind of sucked.  He’d been getting it by mail from some unnamed dealer–a free trial, which he figured was no longer going to be very free. He’d decided to just not buy into the scheme, but then…well, the withdrawal had set in. He’d tried weathering it, but the shakes, the weakness, the fucking nausea–it was awful, so he’d given in and offered to meet him. He’d brought a big wad of cash–the guy had refused to name a price–but he found his way to building B, headed inside, hating that stench of old these places always had in the long, twisted hallways, and eventually found his way up to room 356 and knocked on the door.

“Yeah? Who is it?” an old voice said, and the door opened, revealing an old, chubby man clad in a tank top and some boxers, shorter than Jaxon by a few inches, but much wider. His hair was completely white, and he had a few tattoos that might have been cool in his youth, but before Jaxon could say anything, he smelled it. He could smell the D-Juice in there–no, right in front of him, and he needed it. The old man saw the need in Jaxon’s eyes and smirked, “Oh, the addict–right on time. Get in here, I got what you need.”

Jaxon pushed past the old man into the small apartment, nearly aching. “Where is it? Come on man, I’m desperate!”

“Oh I got what you need alright,” the old man said, dropping his boxers to the floor, and grabbing his massive balls, “It’s in here.”

Jaxon just gaped at him for a moment, unable to comprehend what the man meant, but he could smell it still, he just had to follow the scent, and then he could get what he needed…but the scent was coming from the man, coming from lower, and Jaxon was on his knees, sniffing the old man’s sack, licking at it desperately. It was in there, all the D-Juice he could ever need, and he needed it, but how to get it how to get it out?

“Hey addict, ya gotta suck it out, dipshit,” the old man said, and without even questioning him, Jaxon started sucking on the old man’s short, shriveled cock. It wouldn’t even get hard in his mouth, but apparently his avid sucking was enough for the old man, who unloaded his cum down Jaxon’s throat after a few moments, gripping the door frame for support. Jaxon sat back and sighed–the D-Juice, that was it, he finally had it…and he’d…he’d just sucked some old geezer’s cock in order to drink it down straight…from the man’s old, nasty balls.

He gagged, but didn’t vomit. The older man pulled up his boxers, chuckling, “Well, you certainly were an eager one, I can say that.”

“Oh my…fucking god. What did you do to me? What…oh fuck, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jaxon said, but it wasn’t simple disgust. The room was spinning, and he felt…hot, and strange and he needed to get out of here. He stumbled up, shoved the old man out of his way and charged out of the apartment, but he was so dizzy and weak that he could only get to the elevators before he collapsed in a chair there, waiting for the world to stop spinning around him, which it did do, eventually. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran his hands over his head…only to discover that most of his hair was gone. He felt it again, but sure enough, his hair had receded back past the crown of his head into a true horseshoe. The doors of the elevator were brushed steel, but even in his poor reflection, he could see that his brown hair was now streaked with white, and his beard had grown in full as well. His muscular physique was gone too–replaced by a sagging gut, thin arms, chicken legs and moobs–actual fucking moobs like men got in their middle age–was he…was he middle aged?

He was…wasn’t he? That fucker. That fucking old geezer, what the fuck had he done to him?He was going to kill him. He was going to make him put all of this right, and then he was going to beat his old ass to fucking death for this. He charged back down the hall and pounded on the door, and when it opened again, the man inside had obviously changed as well. He was still quite fat, but no longer as old as he had been–looking to be in his sixties rather than in his eighties. “Oh? Back for more already?” he said, and Jaxon growled, shoving his way in, the older man stepping back.

“What the fuck have you done to me? Change me back, fucker!”

“Oh now, come on,” the old man said, “You like your Daddy Juice, don’t you? That’s what the ‘D’ stands for by the way–Daddy, because that’s what you’re gonna be before long. Well, more like a Grandaddy, but who’s really counting? It’s not the number that counts, but how you feel! I mean, I’m 634 years old–would you believe it? But I don’t feel a day over…I’d say, 58,” the man said, and doubled over laughing.

Jaxon grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall, but his body just didn’t have the strength he thought it did to really give it the force he’d wanted. “What. The fuck. Did you do to me. Fucking change me back!”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” the old man said, “It’s a one way street, well, unless you know the spell, but I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?”

“Magic, son! Good old fashioned magic, I know, it isn’t very fashionable anymore, but it still works just fine if you know what you’re doing, and I know what I’m doing very well, trust me. I think…two more doses ought to finish it. So, would you like them now? Or would you like to come back later, when the withdrawal kicks in even worse than before?”

“No, I’m not sucking you off again, I’m not. You’re going to fucking change me back, or I’m going to kill you…” Jaxon said, but the sudden exertion had left him…a bit winded, and the nausea was coming back suddenly. He gripped the wall, trying not to look weak, but the old man grinned.

“Looks like it’s hitting you quick. You really shouldn’t over exert yourself in your condition, you know. Now, I have something that will make you feel better, if you just get down and suck it all down like a good man.”

Jaxon licked his lips. It would…taste good, and he’d feel better. It was getting hard to think, with the withdrawal setting in again. He could get out of this if he had some more D-Juice. He didn’t have to drink it all, just a little, just enough to think. He hadn’t even finished his rationalization before he was down on his knees again, the old man gripping the back of Jaxon’s head as he rammed his cock down his throat. He certainly didn’t have any trouble getting hard this time, and Jaxon was gagging quite a bit as the man face fucked him, and he didn’t have any choice but to swallow the whole load with the man’s cock pumping his jizz right into Jaxon’s stomach.

Like before, as soon as it was in his system, the withdrawal pains disappeared, but then he started changing again. His hair turned entirely white, and as he watched, he was now the older in the room, the man’s hair filling back in, and regaining most of it’s brown color, his physique slimming down and filling in with muscle. Kneeling on the floor, Jaxon’s frame exploded, his modest gut gaining at least another hundred pounds, giving him a full apron, his moobs now thick and fatty. He rubbed his body, unable to believe what was happening to him, and the man standing in front of him laughed with glee.

“Oh my goodness, I’d forgotten how good it feels to be young again! Gosh, I always hate this waiting, I hit sixty and I just want to go back, but I wait and wait because I know it’s going to be good, and fuck if I’m not right! Oh, no more aching back, a working dick, muscles! Oh muscles how I’ve fucking missed you!” he said, kissing his bicep.

“Fuck…Fuck…” Jaxon said, not even recognizing his own voice at first. It was gravelly, and weak and he was just so…so damn tired all of a sudden.

“Oh, don’t worry!” the man said, getting down to Jaxon’s level. You’ll still have a good five…maybe ten years left in you, and trust me, this place is posh. Posh–is that word still hip? I loved that word. Absolutely posh, and I’ve paid ahead of time–all you have to do is enjoy it. And I’ll still come and visit you! You’re hot, sexy grandson–you’ll have all the old ladies swooning over me, don’t you worry. And I have the most wonderful obituary written up for you, you’d be amazed at what you’ve done in the last eighty years.”

“Please…please don’t do this, please just change me back, I don’t want to be old! I don’t want to die…”

“Oh, my friend,” the man said, kissing his forehead, “No one wants to be old, and no one wants to die–especially me. The difference between you and me, is that I don’t have to be old if I don’t want to be, and you’re stupid enough to buy some bullshit herbal muscle growth supplement over the internet! Now, I still have one last dose to give you, and I’m thinking…suppository.”

Jaxon did his best to fight him off, but he was just too weak. The man pinned him down and rammed his hard cock up Jaxon’s ass, raping him on the floor of the apartment for a few minutes, before shooting the last load into Jaxon’s ass. He didn’t want to know what he looked like now–he just let the twenty year old man, handsome and fit–his fucking “Grandson” help him up and dress him in the oversized clothes he’d shed, and park him on the couch in front of the TV, sobbing.

“Now now Grandpa, I know you’re upset, but trust me, I’ll do more with your time than you ever would have dreamed. Now, I have to go explore! I can’t wait to give this body a test drive. I heard they’re about to legalize gay marriage–I think I might have to give that a try!” And then he was gone, and Jaxon was alone in his new apartment, in the nursing home, a brand new Granddaddy, and there was nothing at all he could do, except wait to die.