Sibling Rivalry

Marco walked eagerly down the street. The warm sun beating down his bare chest as he carried his hefty backpack on his first day at college!

When he finally finished his tests a few months ago, it was official he was finishing up high school early and going to college! His older brother Matthew thought this was a terrible idea. “I don’t care how smart he is. He’s only 17 and still just a kid. Not to mention he’s so socially unadjusted he’s gonna make a fool out of himself or worse, damage my reputation! The school’s best lacrosse player can’t have a snot nosed punk running around.”

Well those words stung Marco. Stung him enough to use his vast intellect to create a biological over dermis disguise. This body suit was his solution. He’d tolk his older arrogant brother that he’d be attending another school, when in reality he registered himself at his brother’s very same school under the name Mark Prowler. He knew he’d do well as a freshman in all his studies. He’d put his brother’s sub par grades to shame! Not to mention he planned on signing up for the football team and testing out the durability of his new exo suit.

Marco flexed his arm as a beautiful black muscle surged to attention and knocked on his dorm room door. He looked down and saw Matthew you looking a bit peeved. “What the fuck do you want?” he says snidely making way for the large man as Marco walked through him unphased. “Forgot my keys little guy, thanks for opening up.” he says with a smirk. “Forgot your damn shirt too, show off.” Matthew says under his breath. Marco just laughs and pushes him aside, easily making him fall on top of his bed.

After years of being pushed around by his brother this next year at college was gonna be a lot of fun.

A Chronivac Christmas

“To the guy who deserves a break. From: Your Secret Santa”


Mason scratched his head in confusion. Bumping into a package outside his dorm wasn’t something he normally expected. Neither was having a secret Santa for a gift exchange he definitely didn’t remember joining. After all, with his busy academic life he didn’t have much time for social gatherings like that. “I guess tis the season,” he muttered to himself as he opened the package. Finding the small parcel surprisingly heavy.

Inside was a small flash drive and a note. It read:

"Dear Mason,
You are such a talented and hardworking individual! I’ve seen your papers on particle physics, your dissertation on the local effects of climate change, and even your social psychology experiments around campus. If there ever was a king of the nerds, it’d be you! But you spread youself way too thin. That’s why, I have a very fun present for you. Plug in that flash drive and a program will launch on your computer. It’s called the Chronivac. Normally it has the ability to alter reality for the user! Yours will be able to do that too, but I also pre-programmed a special action for yours. You’ll seen. I hope you enjoy!”

After he read the note, Mason arched an eyebrow. He’d heard rumors about this so called “Chronivac”. His natural skeptical mind, wrote it off as myth, since no story he’s heard about it explained how the machine was able to perform all of these feats. Then again, he had not a lot going on for today, so he decided to insert the heavy flash drive into his computer.

At first nothing happened, but then his screen flashed suddenly and a bright blue screen read, “Chronivac Installation Complete. Initializing programs. Starter function found. Initiating transformation in 3...2…1…”

Before Mason could even say, “What?” a flash filled his room. Mason found himself blinking, as his eyes adjusted to the normal lighting of the room. That experience would have been alright, but it was shortly followed by an intense warmth that overtook his body. Each individual skin cell surrounding his body seemed to pulse with heat at differing degrees.

The heat was so intense it almost felt as if his own form was becoming more fluid… more malleable. His normally average sized feet grew inch by inch, stretching out his socks to the point of near tearing. This was followed by a painful stretching of his legs. An agonizing tearing sound could be heard as Mason closed his eyes with discomfort. He couldn’t tell if the sounds were from his growing and stretching tendons or his now too tight pants. Next he found that his torso was widening, a powerful athletic chest taking the place of his once shallow unassuming pectorals. His shoulders broadened and became reinforced with muscles that seemed to spread to his now solidly built arms that had to be at least 20 inches. His head even felt like it was changing as his normal buzz cut seemed to grow out into a short jock cut.

“Beep. Physical transformation complete. Beginning reality change.” came his computer.

Soon the room around Mason began to change. His once small on campus apartment seemed to extend into a spacious loft filled with sport memorabilia of all kinds. A signed baseball replaced his 1st edition comics. Football equipment replaced his lab equipment. Even his picture accepting several academic rewards, now showed him raising some sort of large trophy above his head as a team of muscular men cheered behind him.

Much to his relief, his clothes also seemed to be changing… and disappearing. Soon he found himself in nothing but a pair of loose fitting athletic shorts. As a mirror materialized in front of him he stood there wide eyed and shocked.




He ran a hand along his angular jaw in complete disbelief, unintentionally flexing his newly formed bicep. Ridges of muscles he didn’t even know the human body could portray, now stood proudly on his very handsome form.

“Reality change complete. Transformation duration: Till the new year. Please enjoy the rest of the chronivac at your leisure.” Came the computerized voice.

Suddenly memories of playing on the school’s baseball, football, and swimming team surged through his brain. In this new reality he was still pretty smart and busy, but now it all seemed to be applied towards athletics, strategies, and ways of being the life of the party.

Mason could only smile. Since this wasn’t going to be a permanent experience, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy it. He knew he had a Christmas party to go to and a Secret Santa to thank in this reality. That’s exactly why he copied the Chronivac on to his phone and headed out. There was a great big world filled with overly stressed out people like him. And now, they had a very handsome jock on his way to help them!

The Game Genie

“The game that plays the world!”

Those were the big bold letters that appeared in Devon’s game notifications. On closer inspection it appeared as if someone had gifted him a new came for his PC. He clicked it and was immediately caught off guard when a very realistic display appeared on his screen. A spinning globe with hyper realistic depictions of mountains, cities, and people came zooming into his screen before slowly panning back to reveal the game’s title.


“Command?” Asked Devon aloud. “That’s a weird name. Who would send me a game like that?”


As if prompted by his voice his speakers blared with a powerful voice.

“WELCOME TO COMMAND! THE WORLD AND ALL OF ITS RESOURCES ARE AT YOUR DISPOSAL! YOUR WILL BE DONE. YOUR DESIRES MADE REAL. YOUR WISH, MY COMMAND!”

Devon rolled his eyes. “Another indie gamer trying to be the next big thing. I think I’ll save this for after Christmas.” He stepped back from his desk and grabbed his keys. After all he still had a lot of Christmas shopping to do.

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The mall was at its busiest on Christmas Eve. The only people more miserable than the buyers were the store clerks that had to deal with them. Devon fell somewhere in between. On the one hand he was working, on the other his clothing store didn’t appear to be attracting any customers. He used this time to look at his inventory to see what he could pass off as gifts for nearby friends. However, even the tedium of this proved futile as he quickly got bored, envying all the stressed out people outside who had something to do.

“Gus, you ever wish we worked somewhere more fun? More open?” Devon said listlessly to his co worker. He turned and saw his co worker asleep at the register. He was about to sigh when a wave of dizziness hit Devon as his phone vibrated. He kept blinking, the bright light of their outdoor store seemed out of place. “Wasn’t I just inside?” Devon asked confused. “Come on man. Why would you want to be cooped up inside, when you work near the greatest beach in the world!” came an enthusiastic Gus, who was sweeping sand off the storefront.

Devon had to admit, Gus had a point. There was one heck of a view outside the store front. Although despite the grand view, there was still a lack of traffic to their store.

“I just wish that it was more lively around here, can’t we get any hot guys visiting the store?” Devon complained looking out at the view average guys walking around outside. Another wave of nausea overtook Devon in sync with his phone vibrating.

“Man who keeps buzzing you?” Gus asked with half a laugh when they heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey you guys open?” came a deep voice. As Devon looked up his eyes met the solid pecs of a very handsome man. His eye continued up and he could see one of the hottest guys on the beach! With a sleeve full of tattoos, and an equally hot guy at his side, Devon was speechless. This seemed to make the handsome man in front of him smile.

Gus just shook his head and ushered their customers inside. “Come on man,” he whispers. I can’t having you get all slck jawed for every hot guy that walks through. Our speedo sale has got us up to our necks with these beach guys so we need all hands on deck!”

Confused once again, Devon rubbed his eyes and looked back. From wall to wall their entire store was storming with muscular handsome men of all kinds. Some were fighting over the last speedo in their size, others were shopping with their significant other showing a lot of PDA, and still others were trying on speedos that were obviously too small. An idea that the shop used to be empty came to mind, but Devon was too distracted by all the customers to give it much thought.

After a few more hours of aggressive muscular men asking him questions about all of their beachwear, Devon finished his shift. He check his phone and saw he had a 3 text messages. One from his friend Lin and the other 2 were from an unlisted number that just said, “Granted” on both.


He opened Lin’s message and was confused why his nerdy Asian friend sent him a picture of some sort of pro athlete or bodybuilder.

“Love the new headphones! Did you get my gift?” Lin said through another text.

Devon smiled, knowing Lin needed a new pair, but what was the guy in the picture doing with them.
“1. You’re welcome. 2. What’s with the hot guy? And 3. gift? What gift?” replied Devon.

“The game you goof! Did you change anything yet!? As for the picture, how do you like the new me? I made sure to word my wish carefully so you’d remember the old me still. That game can be tricky! But hey who am I to complain!” replied Lin.

Confusion seemed to be a common theme for today. That is until it all started to make more sense for Devon. The weird memory lapses, the weird game this morning, and now this new picture that Lin sent.

He immediately called his friend. “Hello?” came a phone shaking baritone. “L-lin? Is that really you?” Devon sputtered. “In the flesh bro!” came an insatiably cocky reply from Lin. “I gotta say, when the game asked who it thought deserved to be visited next, I hesitated for a second. But when I knew you got me my favorite brand of headphones, I knew it had to be you! Granted I may not be using them much anymore. I used my first wish to get this rocking body! My second was to be a professional Olympic athlete! My 3rd was for peace in the world. Have you changed anything yet? Be careful the game can change things without you knowing about it! It was super awkward when i woke up in bed with two people trying to suck my dick!”

Lin continued to rant as Devon dropped his phone and did the hardest facepalm. He was so distracted by work that he definitely missed all the “wishes” he made throughout the day. How many had he made? He took a deep breath and thought. “I think I have one left… I better make it count.” He picks up his phone and says, “Sorry Lin, i’ll have to call you back. I’ve got one more wish to make.”

He quickly races back home and sees his computer is still on and running “Command.” On the screen are 2 smaller screens that seem to be phrased, “Better location” and “Hotter customers”. Devon was impressed. “A game that keeps track of the wishes. Genies really took a step up in the 21st century. Anyway, game. I assume you’re listening. I wish I was a handsome muscular man with an exciting and entertaining job that I remember! Oh and a hot boyfriend!” Devon cried out.

There was a flash! At this point he barely felt woozy after this transition. This time he found himself in a gym, lifting something very heavy. A pretty potent musk wafted through the air, that Devon was pretty sure was coming from him. He turned to a mirror and smirked at his appearance. He looked good.

His new appearance had him so turned on right now! He was shirtless, lifting 75lb (35kg) weights with ease, and building up a real pump. Suddenly weightlifting terminology flooded his brain, as well as other information concerning acting, entertaining, and swimming. Devon knew enough about pop culture to realize he was now Jason Momoa!

“Jason! You ready babe? Our modeling gig start in a bit and I think your muscles don’t need any more pumping. You’re just gonna make me look bad,” came a smooth voice from behind him.

“Yo-you’re Joe Manganiello!” Devon/Jason boomed in his new commanding voice. “And you sir, are getting too sweaty for your own good,” Joe said walking towards Devon/Jason and kissing him passionately on the lips. “It’s a good thing your musk smells so good. Now come on. That body of yours is too good for me not to share it with the rest of the world.”

The new Jason quickly set the weights down and smiled. His phone buzzed in his pocket with the message. “Gift new game to friend? Y/N”. Jason just smiled as he sent it to his friend Grant. With that he put his phone away and accompanied his new boyfriend to a photo shoot. To his surprise and excitement, it turns out it was a nude photo shoot!

The Idol

“Now students I know that this trip to Greece will be your first time leaving the country, but please restrain yourselves and stay with either your teacher or guide!” Principal Eggfort had said before the trip.


Those last words echoed through Mason’s mind as he’d done the exact opposite with his friend Jeff. At the first possible instant the two students explored very far away from their teacher and guide. Both boys had a wander lust from their shared past and their eager curiosity. Jeff’s parents could barely afford college let alone vacations to far off locales. Meanwhile Mason’s parents immigrated to the U.S. at great personal cost and had no desire to see the rest of the world. This left the two students more than eager to find the more interesting parts of ancient Greece that their boring tour guide was obviously missing.


“You really think that this leads to the underground tunnels?” Jeff said to Mason as they descended an old staircase. “Definitely!” Mason confidently replied adjusting his glasses. “The Colosseum has a bunch of hidden places that just get cooler the further down we go. Once we get to the bottom floor, we should be able to find some cool tunnels for sure!”

Jeff scratched his head, while his other hand held out his phone’s flashlight. “The guys back home won’t believe all the things we’ve seen by the time we’re done here! Think this old place would miss a few souvenirs?” Mason smirked. “I don’t think so. I doubt half this stuff had even seen the light of day in over a century. I’ll just take this weird metal thing for later! Hey Jeff, you’re the history nerd, what’s this supposed to be?”

Mason held out an old rusted object that Jeff squinted at, partially offended. “It looks like an ancient Greek candle holder. Stuff they used to probably explored tunnels like these! But it says something on it hold on… it’s a bit dusty. Hold my flashlight. I think I can rub out the rest of the rust. It says… ‘Σεβαστείτε το ιστορικό ή το επαναλάβετε’. Weird. I think that has something to do with history… and respect… or repeat…. Cool just translated it. My phone says it means respect history, or repeat it.”


As Jeff finished speaking they began to feel the entire tunnel rumble. The two looked at each other and ran back towards the stairs as the ground crumbled beneath them.


Mason coughed in a daze. The dark room around him was only illuminated by a few faint cracks of sunlight, causing Mason to reach around blindly in the dark. His hand hit something hot and he was able to see the old candle holder now had a lit candle in it… and it looked new. Before it was a rusted piece of gold holdings, but now it formed the base of a very well designed small golden figure that held the candle in one of its arms. Without the rust Mason could read, “Aidos. Goddess of respect, lights the way. Respect history or repeat it”


“Wait a second.. I thought the word were in Greek before, why can I-... why does my voice sound so rough.”

More sunlight began to fill the room as the flame grew brighter and Mason could see why his body felt so strange. It was covered in armor… and large muscles.





He got to his feet and realized how strange his body now felt. It was bulky and powerful! His once tanned skin was now whiter and his dark curly hair now looked closely cut and blond. He even realized that his eyes were adjusting to his new scenery without glasses.





He propped himself on the stairs free of debris and examined his body further. The armor he was wearing definitely looked like the depictions of the warriors of ancient Greece he’d studied, right down to the insignia of an ancient king across his leather bound chest. Mason tried to examine it more but found himself constantly getting distracted by his very powerful arms what had veins bulging out.





When the debris had finally settled, Mason explored this strange area he’d fallen into. Eventually he found a mirror and couldn’t help but smile.






“I’m really glad I decided to explore.” Mason said to himself in a powerful baritone. “I better go find Jeff. If he looks half as good as me, maybe we could try some Greco Roman wrestling.

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