Interactive: Three Words Difference (Part 1)

I can’t take credit for the basic idea of this one, it’s a story frame that floats around fairly regularly, but for the life of me I can’t remember who wrote it originally. If you recall the proper credit for the concept, send me a note, and I’ll update it.

Adam climbed up the stairs after a long day of classes, and was mostly thankful it was Monday evening, which meant that his roommate, Eli, would be at practice for the rest of the evening, and Adam could have the room to himself. It wasn’t that Eli was a bad person, or anything–it was just that the two of them had nothing in common, beyond the fact they were freshmen. Adam was a nerd in the engineering program, while Eli was here to, well, play football, and study a few things along the way. It wasn’t like the guy was dumb either–and he was really driven when it came to football–but Adam just didn’t understand it. Things were a bit awkward too, because Adam was gay, and Eli was straight as an arrow. He was being cool about it, but Adam could tell that he was a bit, well, suspicious of Adam living with him. It pissed Adam off a bit, mostly because Eli wasn’t even his type! He had a soft sport for chubby guys, really, and Eli was, well, ripped, and had the ego to match.

He pushed open the door to his dorm room, dropped his bag on the bed, and then set the package that had been waiting for him at the mailroom on his desk. He’d been expecting a care package from his mom for a few days, but this didn’t seem to be it–or at least, it didn’t seem big enough to hold everything she’d promised would be in there. He unwrapped it, and sure enough, it wasn’t–the only thing that was inside, was a small glass bottle. He held it up to the light, trying to see what was inside of it, but the glass had been smoked, making it hard to tell what might be in there, if anything. It was stoppered with a simple cork, and he searched for a letter or anything that might tell him more, but there wasn’t much to go on. It didn’t feel heavy, like there was liquid in there, but why would someone send him an empty bottle? He worked at the old cork for a couple of minutes, and eventually managed to pop it off, and as soon as he did, the room was flooded with a strange blue, green, and purple hued mist.

He rushed to open a window, but the mist didn’t move with the air–instead, it seemed to coalesce near the bottle, until a form appeared–the upper body of a strong fellow, his dark skin picking up the same blue, green and purple tones of the mist. His smile was broad, teeth white, eyes full of mirth and mystery, as he addressed the rather terrified Adam.

“Fear not my young master! I am the genie of the bottle–I have been given to you, because you are a unique soul in need of my services. For the next 24 hours, I am yours–you may have as many wishes as you desire from me while I am in your service.”

Adam was certain he must be hallucinating, but the genie assured him he was not, and in order to satisfy his demands, granted a few minor wishes for him, enough to gain the young man’s trust. This was often necessary, the genie had found–the mortals had heard tales of his kind which cast them as great tricksters.

The genie was a trickster, of course, just not in the way that Adam was expecting.

The genie would grant his wishes, and the spirit of them–however, the genie had the power to alter three words in his master’s wishes. The master would generally believe that they had wanted to ask for the new wish, and wouldn’t realize what had happened. The genie knew it was so he could keep things from getting too out of hand, but over the centuries, the genie had found that the loophole was more than enough to allow him to toy with his Masters–and the genie was a rather perverse fellow himself.

Satisfied with his tests, Adam found himself wondering what to wish–what he would do differently. He found himself thinking about Eli all of a sudden, and wondered…what his own life would be like, he was a jock like him. “I can always change myself back, right? If I do something dumb?”

“Of course Master–for the next 24 hours, you can live all of your fantasies.”

“And it doesn’t matter if it’s a bit vague?”

The genie shook his head, “I can sense what you desire Master–if I get something wrong, it is easily fixed.”

“Alright. Then for my first wish…I wish I was a jock.”

The genie smiled, and Adam felt something strange happen as he spoke, or as he tried to speak. It was like the words were caught between his mind and his mouth, and as they came out, they were…twisting into something different, something he hadn’t intended to say, had he? The genie just smiled away, tinkering with his Master’s wish, which was now…

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The Power of Society (Part 2)

“I can’t have this thing, I have to trim this,” Edwin was muttering to himself, “No one respects a neckbeard…”

“That is true,” Harold said, “No one would ever respect someone with something like that on their face. You know that, but you haven’t trimmed it in years. That means, you either like it, or you’re too lazy to care. I think…it’s probably both.” Ed tried to interject, but Harold kept talking over him. “You’re too lazy to care about a lot of things. Too lazy to care about haircuts or styling that mop of yours. Too lazy to care about dressing well–all you wear are t-shirts and cargo shorts–usually for weeks on end. Too lazy to care about anything beyond all that nasty gay porn you watch, at least, when you aren’t playing video games or watching stupid TV shows. Too lazy to care about your figure, since all you eat is fatty junk food all the time. That about sums it up, right, nerd? You are a dirty gay nerd, aren’t you Ed?”

The room was still, unable to believe what they’d just witnessed. The clean cut Edwin who’d been standing before them a minute before was gone, replaced by Ed. His suit was replaced by an ill fitting black tee riding up, showing off his gut where it spilled out the bottom, hanging down over his cargo shorts. His hair had grown out long, and looked as greasy and unkempt as his beard. Ed was trying to talk, trying to figure out what to say, what he could possibly say to defend himself in front of the entire house.

“Go on Ed, just admit it. We can all see what you are,” Harold said.

“I…I’m a dirty…gay nerd…” he muttered, suddenly embarrassed to be standing up in front of this many people. He hated attention, he hated being seen. He usually just spent his day holed up in his room, with his porn and video games, where he belonged.

“That’s right Ed. That’s exactly what you are. But like I said before, just because you’re a nerd, doesn’t mean you’re smart, right?”

“I mean, sure, I suppose.”

“Because you aren’t very smart, are you Ed? How could you be, when all you do all day is jack off, stuff your face with food, and play video games? You know, just like the rest of you,” Harold added, looking out at the rest of the room. That was enough for a couple of them scattered around to shift, their clothes morphing into equally filthy versions of Ed’s, beards and hair exploding out, as their waistlines did as well. Most of the young men, however, had enough sense to resist a bit, as Harold had expected. “That’s not me. I’m not like that,” one of them said, and several others voiced their agreement. “We’re going places. Ed’s just a fucking loser. None of us want to be like him.”

“But he’s your fraternity president, isn’t he? Why would you elect someone like him to represent him, if you don’t consider him to be representative of your entire house?” A few others lost it, shifting along, gazing down, confused at their new bodies, unable to believe what had happened, unable to remember themselves being anything other than fat, dirty slobs. “In fact–he’s probably the most well adjusted among you, right? The only one of you with any sort of charisma, to be willing to step up and lead a group of outcasts, loners, and losers like you all are. You should all be thanking him, I think.” That was enough to affect them all, at least a little. Only three or four had gone as far as Ed, but there wasn’t a single young man left in the room without stubble, or a potbelly, or wearing anything nice. “Still, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by your denial–none of you really want to believe that you’re as bad as Ed here. You’re all scared of embracing yourselves, but deep down, you all know the truth, even if you refuse to admit it right now. But more than that, you hate the idea of any one of you rising up and being better than the rest of you, don’t you? That’s why you spend so much time ridiculing one another, dragging each other through the dirt, and…reinforcing each other’s worst instincts.”

“I don’t…know what you mean,” one of them said.

“That’s why you all force each other to watch porn together, masturbating on one another, coating each other’s clothes in your cum. That’s why you tie each other down and force feed each other until you can’t eat another bite. That’s why you broke all the washers and dryers down in the basement. Because if even one of you is exceptional, then that means that the rest of you all are nothing but complete losers. But if you all fail, then there’s nothing you could have done right? You don’t have to feel any shame about the way you want to live your lives.”

Harold could see the suspicion in each of their eyes, as they looked about at one another–the one’s further gone particularly eyeing the one’s who had so far managed to better resist the professor’s persuasions. “Now, I think I’ll take my leave. A work crew will come in soon to install cameras throughout the house, but none of you will even notice, or behave like you’re being watched. You will forget the details of this meeting, but remain convinced of the truths we’ve uncovered together. That all of you are dirty, faggot nerds–even if some of you won’t admit it–and if even one of you succeeds, then the others will all know nothing but shame for the rest of their lives. Alright–now, I have another meeting I must get to, but the lot of you can entertain yourselves, I imagine. Have a good evening!”

Harold left the house, leaving the frat to itself. Most of the young men retreated to their rooms, trying to deny their new beliefs, but finding them already rooted deep in their cores. Later that evening, Ed and another neckbeard dragged Louis, who had remained thin through the professor’s lecture, down to the kitchen, tied him to the table and force fed him for hours, until he was close to 400 pounds. Others pinned their housemates, who were struggling to study and resist their new desires, to the couch while they played porn, jacking off in their hair and on their clothes until they, too, no longer wanted to stop. In all, a wonderful success for the professor’s latest experiment on campus, he thought, as he headed next door, to Alpha Phi Delta for his second meeting of the evening.

The Power of Society (Part 1)

Some of you may have guessed from the title, but this story takes place in the same narrative as “The Power of Belief” (which you can find here in the archive) and “The Power of Reality” (which is only on Patreon). It might be more accurate to call this a long sketch, because there’s a lot more detail that could be paid to the story that follows, but I like this version enough I wanted to post it. You don’t *need” to have read “The Power of Reality” to know what happens here, because the events that follow actually happen prior to most of the events in that story. In fact, “The Power of Reality”, as posted, is actually two separate chunks of the story– “The Power of Persuasion” and then “The Power of Reality”, and what follows happens in between those two chunks. This has probably only confused most of you further.

Here’s a basic rundown. Professor Harold Larson had a student who manipulated him into becoming an old, sadistic top using a special sonic device. The Professor took control of the device, and has developed a watch that allows him to manipulate reality, provided he’s…convincing enough, which he generally is. What follows is an experiment the professor conducts on campus one fall, before the final events of the story.

“Hello everyone,” the older, portly fellow said, to the students sitting around the living room, “I know that the first week of class can be a bit hectic, especially for young men like yourself so dedicated to academic excellence, but I wanted to call this mandatory house meeting so I could take a moment and introduce myself. I’m Dr. Harold Larson, a professor here on campus, and I’m going to be assisting the Dean of students this academic year by overseeing a couple of the fraternities on campus.”

The young men of Sigma Mu Tau looked from one to another, a little confused. Their fraternity was composed entirely of upperclassmen, and membership was only allowed to those students who were in the top five percent of their classes. To say that they were academically focused would be a bit of an understatement–Sigma Mu Tau had fostered future presidents, fortune 500 businessmen, nobel prize winners–why their prestigious fraternity would need supervision from the dean’s office didn’t make much sense to any of them. Edwin Foster–the president of the fraternity–spoke, “I just met with the dean yesterday, and he didn’t mention any of this to me. Why are we being supervised?”

Harold chuckled, “Well, I only just made my request to the dean this morning, but I can assure you he is completely on board with my request. Perhaps I should try and be a bit more precise. I’m a professor of psychology, and I requested permission to supervise two fraternities on campus for an experiment of mine, and–”

“An experiment? Don’t you need our consent first?”

“True,” Harold said, and adjusted his glasses, and adjusted the watch on his wrist. “I’m certain all of you will willingly consent to the furtherance of knowledge, correct? You don’t want to be bored with the details.”

The young man who’d spoke wanted to object, but he wasn’t quite sure…why he would. The professor’s words made perfect sense to him–and everyone else in the room. They all nodded their assent, and Harold beamed at them all. “Excellent. I knew I could count on some smart nerds like yourself to understand.”

“Excuse me, but that’s kind of insulting, isn’t it?” Edwin said, “Just because we’re intelligent doesn’t mean that we’re nerds. That’s part of the reason this fraternity exists, is to provide a place for men of intellect to gather and further civilization.”

“Ah, but don’t you have that backwards, Edwin? May I call you Ed?”

“No, you may not.”

“Oh, but you much prefer being called Ed, don’t you? Doesn’t Edwin just sound so…stodgy, and uptight?”

“I mean…” Edwin paused, trying to understand why he found the professor so agreeable. He’d always hated anyone shortening his name, hadn’t he?”

“Come on up here, Ed.”

The young man stood, and approached the front of the room, where the professor was standing and addressing the house.

“Now, what I meant, when I said that you had that backwards, was that what you meant to say, surely, was that just because you’re all nerds, doesn’t mean that you’re smart, right?”

“I can…assure you that’s not what I meant at all.”

“Oh, but let’s use you as an example, Ed.” Harold looked the young man up and down a bit, before saying anything else. He was a senior this year, pursuing a degree in economics. Edwin was well meticulous in his appearance, with his hair well styled at all times, dressed even now in a suit–though he’d allowed himself the liberty of taking off his tie in the house, around his friends and associates of the house. His summer had been spent in DC, interning with a lobbying firm, and there was chatter around campus he was thinking of running for his home state’s congress once he graduated in the spring. “Now, I’d say you’re a nerd, wouldn’t you, Ed?”

“I can assure you that I am not a nerd.” The men in the room chuckled, though it was a bit…strained. The meeting was taking a strange turn, and none of them were quite sure what to make of this shift.

They saw Harold fiddle with his watch again, and throw his arm around Edwin’s shoulders, putting the timepiece near his ear. A few observant members of the house saw their president’s eyes look puzzled a moment, and then relax. Others became dimly aware of a buzzing noise in the air, but forgot to remain focused on it for long. “Why don’t we start by talking about what a nerd is Ed. Nerds are…socially awkward right? They spend a lot of time alone, they don’t really know how to deal with people all that well. They mostly like spending time on their computers, and watching TV. What do you think they watch, Ed?”

“I…I don’t know. They…probably play video games, and watch anime, or whatever…”

“That, but I think they also look at a lot of porn, just like you do, Ed.”

Ed, of course, thought pornography was an utter waste of time, and never watched it. However, at the professor’s suggestion, he found his mind…filling in facts to back up the insinuation. “I…No…I don’t.”

“We can come back to that,” the professor said, “Nerds also don’t take very good care of themselves, right? Rarely taking showers, almost never doing laundry, wearing the same comfortable, casual clothes for days on end, not even noticing when they start to stink. They don’t shave either–most proper nerds have long, thick, busy neckbeards like yours.”

Everyone in the room watched the hair spring from Edwin’s smooth face. By the time his hand had gone up to find the beard there, it was long enough to reach his chest, and looked like it hadn’t been trimmed or cared for much in the years it must have taken to grow it. Even though everyone had just witnessed the beard growing…none of them could quite recall every seeing Ed without it. “How…I didn’t have this…a second ago, did I?”

“Of course you did, Ed.” Harold said, and looked out to see how the frat was reacting. Most were staring at Edwin in shock, but a few of them stirred in their seats, eyeing the exit. “All of you find this very fascinating, don’t you?” he said to the room, “None of you would dare leave when you could watch this instead.” The room settled down, and he turned back to Edwin. “Now, where were we?”

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Adam couldn’t believe he’d gotten the job. It certainly hadn’t been anywhere near the kind of thing he’d wanted, but it was just something to tide him over for the moment until he found something that might actually use his degree. Besides, it was just a job selling electronics, how hard could it be? The guy interviewing him had promised that after his job orientation, he’d be an expert.

Adam hadn’t ever cared much about computers–his passion was physical therapy and exercise science. He was in great shape, and when he showed up for his first day of orientation, and saw that every guy working at the store was at least 400 pounds, he was a bit taken aback. They definitely weren’t the sort of people he preferred to associate with, but he didn’t exactly have much of a choice, did he? The store manager greeted him, and showed him into private office with a single desk and computer, telling him he’d be doing all of his training here for the next two weeks. Adam got started on the program, finding himself kind of zoning out at all of the information being thrown at him, and before he knew it, it was time for lunch.

The break room was full of food, and when he entered, he was kind of disgusted at how…piggish his new coworkers were all eating, stuffing their faces while the manager looked on, but he was hungry. Really hungry. Every bite of food just seemed to make him hungrier, in fact, but before he could really satisfy himself, the manager took him back to his training room.

After two days, Adam realized he had somehow packed on a gut, and he was terrified. After four days, he was jiggling that gut and wanting it to be even bigger. By Friday, he was already 300 pounds, and when some of his coworkers invited him out for beers, he was happy to go…and when they ended up at the managers house, and everyone got naked, he just…rolled with it, everyone excited to welcome the newest pig into the fold. By the middle of his second week, he was 450 pounds, happily chatting with his nerdy coworkers about his compsci degree and their favorite video games, beard already filling in, wearing the new glasses the manager had given him, when he’d discovered he couldn’t read the training manuals well enough, and by that Friday, Adam knew he’d never need another job in his whole life, sucking the store manager’s cock, feeling his cock shoot another load of cum as he called him a fat, disgusting pig for the hundredth time, wondering if anyone was on break and could fuck his ass too, while they were at it.

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