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Jared wiped the sweat pouring from his brow.  He was on the seventh mile of his nightly run, right at the point where he really started to feel it.  His firm, powerful legs burned with effort and his toned chest heaved under his sweat-soaked tank-top as his lungs struggled for breath.  Running was just as much a mental effort as it was a physical one, and though his lean, whipcord body had been shaped from years of pounding pavement, his head wasn’t currently in the game.  

He’d just broken up with his girlfriend of several years and to say it hadn’t gone well would be an understatement.  Considering that she’d caught him with another woman in their bed, Jared couldn’t blame Beth for reacting the way she did.  The irate young woman had smashed several pieces of furniture, as well as putting a few holes in his apartment walls, before storming out vowing vengeance.  

Jared hadn’t meant to hurt her, the handsome young man just couldn’t resist the constant temptation he was faced with.  At twenty four, his full head of wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, button nose, and boyish smile were like magnets.  Throw in his tight body, with its perky ass and washboard stomach, and he was irresistible to most.  Jared had women and men hitting on him just about everywhere he went.  After a while he couldn’t say no anymore.  It was never anything deeper than a physical encounter to feed his persistent libido, but Beth didn't care about that.  He’d been feeling increasingly guilty in the days that followed and was trying to burn it out of his system by pushing himself on his nightly runs.  

His friends all told him he was crazy to be running in the park at such a late hour.  Of course he’d heard the urban legends about Matchmakers prowling the area, everyone had, but they didn’t scare him.  He’d never even considered signing up for something like that.  Getting laid was the last thing he struggled with, and even if he did, a dating service as extreme as the Matchmakers wasn’t for him.  He didn’t make nearly enough to pay for a match, and the idea that he could be taken at any time and turned into someone else’s perfect match didn’t appeal to him.  It blew his mind that there were even people willing to sign up for something like that in the first place.  It was voluntary to be put on the roster, but you had no control over when, or if, they came for you.  A person could be out grocery shopping, get a cupid’s arrow in their neck, and wake up an entirely different person.  

Or so it was said.  Jared figured the stories about people being snatched off the street were nothing more than modern day boogie man tales to scare off teenagers from having sex in the woods.  The idea that there was an organization abducting young men like himself off the street and turning them into someone’s ideal partner seemed preposterous.  No one knew exactly how it worked, which only furthered his doubt.  The fact that it could be easier to turn someone into whatever a person wanted, as opposed to just finding someone that already possessed those traits in the first place, was a hard thing to accept.  

Online dating already felt like shopping, and the Matchmakers personified that exponentially.  Enough money meant that you didn’t need to swipe left or right; you simply paid and waited a few weeks.  If you wanted a big, burly man, they could just find a random guy and make one.  It didn't matter if they were short and skinny to begin with; once they worked their magic you had the beefcake of your dreams.  Or you could just as easily end up short and pudgy as you could built and beautiful.  Satisfaction was guaranteed, but for the person that got changed they didn’t have much say in the matter.  Once they were bonded to their match, that was that whether they originally would have liked it or not. 

But Jared wasn’t worried.  He’d been running the same route for weeks and had yet to see anything out of the ordinary.  He hadn’t signed up for the service anyway, so as far as he was concerned, even if there were people lurking about they weren’t coming for him.  

He was thinking about all of this, and how safe he was, when he felt the prick in his neck and the world went black.  

**********

“Unnn...what the fuck…” Jared muttered, slowly coming to consciousness.  He blinked and rubbed his face, his vision still blurry from sleep.  The first thing the groggy young man realized was that he was standing upright.  The second was his utter lack of clothing.  Jared looked down at his smooth, ripped body in confusion, his brain struggling to put together where he was or why he was naked.  His heart started racing as his addled thoughts steadily cleared and he looked up to find that he was far from alone.  

The shocked young man was standing in what appeared to be a lab of some kind.  A handful of men in dark lab coats buzzed around in front of an array of blinking computers lining one of the walls.  Above them, Jared saw a sign that read “Matchmakers” in tall, crimson letters.  

“Hey!  Hey..owww...” he yelled, taking a step forward and running into the thick, clear glass of the tube that held him.  He rubbed his forehead where it collided with the invisible wall as one of the men approached.  

“Ah, you’re fully awake,” the man said.  His weathered, middle aged face wore a gentle smile and his tone was disarmingly friendly.  

“Look, there’s been some kind of mistake,” Jared said desperately, reaching down to cover his dangling package with one hand while pressing the other against the glass.  He blushed as it was slowly dawning on him just how many people had been staring at his naked body.  Despite knowing how good his tight frame looked, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of being on display.  “I didn’t sign up for anything!”  

The man’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked down at the tablet in his hands.  “Are you Jared Charles Walston?  Date of birth September eighteenth, ninety four?”  The man held up the tablet and Jared saw his last four addresses, a copy of his social security card and driver’s license, and a recent picture.  At the bottom of the screen he saw boxes verifying his blood and hair samples, as well as his signature.  “We don’t make mistakes,” the man said, his gentle smile returning.  “We cross checked the blood and hair samples...this is you.  Jared.  Man seeking man.  It’s your lucky day, son.”  

Jared’s stomach dropped when he heard the part about man-seeking-man.  He knew exactly what happened.  “No!  I’m not...I’m straight!  I’m telling you, this is all a mistake!  Beth...my ex...she did this!  I didn’t…” 

“Now now, it’s alright,” the man said softly, tapping on the tablet.  “We get people with cold feet all the time.  It’s one thing on paper, but it can be overwhelming when it finally happens.  But there’s no backing out.  That was all explained when you signed up.”  

“That’s just it!” Jared pounded his fists on the glass, momentarily forgetting his embarrassment.  “I didn’t sign up!  I...I...wha...whoa…” He trailed off, sagging back against the tube.  He felt his perky rear squish against the glass as all of his muscles relaxed on their own.  His heart stopped racing and all of the fear that had just been gnawing at him suddenly melted away in a drunken stupor.  “What...what’d you just do…” he stammered, grinning.  

“Just something to relax you.  You’ve already received your injections.  We’re preparing the temporal gas now...it won’t be long.”  

“N..no...I’m tellin’ you...I’m not…” Jared struggled to get the words out, his body no longer wanting to cooperate.  His long cock started twitching as his body relaxed and Jared knew he’d soon be hard in front of all these strangers, but that no longer felt as alarming as it should have.  He didn’t know what the man meant by “temporal gas.”  

The man’s smile grew as Jared visibly calmed.  “There, there.  If it makes you feel any better, you really lucked out.”  The man looked around and leaned in close to the tube.  “We’re not supposed to tell you these things, but it’s not like you aren’t going to find out soon anyway...I’ve seen the cash and you’re going to be well taken care of,” he whispered, rubbing his fingers together in a money symbol.  “Not bad as far as specs go, either.  Guy just wants himself a handsome, happy house husband.  You could do worse.  The last guy we sent through here started out like you but ended up with a couple hundred extra pounds.”  He paused and looked over at someone that Jared couldn’t hear.  “Alright, looks like we’re about to get started.  Don’t worry now, you won’t feel anything more than a little tingle.  When you wake up…” he looked down at the specs again and laughed.  “Well, when you wake up you won’t care about much at all.”  

Even through his drugged stupor, Jared’s pulse quickened when the yellow gas started hissing into the tube.  He pressed weakly against the glass in a futile attempt at breaking through, but as soon as the mist entered his lungs, he froze.  A slight tingling broke out across his entire body that grew stronger with each breath.  The muscles that had so recently gone limp suddenly tensed, locking him in place.  

One of the men in front of the large monitors began speaking.  “Let’s start with the muscle.  For the desired size I don’t think we’ll need to add any chemicals, just a strict diet and workout routine.”  

“What about the hair?” The man next to him asked.  

“We can tweak the genes easy enough...scroll us back to right after conception….there!  While we’re tweaking the sexual orientation we can make the switch...aaaaannnnd….done.”  Jared was trying to keep up with what he was hearing.  It sounded like the men were talking about actually altering his past.  He watched rapid fire code stream across the screens, unable to decipher what any of it meant.  

His body seemed to know, and started to respond in kind.  His legs went first.  The tingling had become a constant vibration as Jared watched his well developed thighs surge.  His solid quads puffed and thickened, growing closer to each other until the wide gap between them nearly vanished.  He thought back in horror to what the man had said about his predecessor, but the changes leveled off when he had a set of thick, muscular thighs.  His calves had grown to match below them, and a sparse layer of dark brown hairs were starting to spread across his smooth skin as the changes started on his upper body.  

While his body was changing, new memories started flooding into his brain.  Jared saw himself spending countless hours in the gym, repping out squat after squat.  Instead of running, he spent days on the stair machine, building his legs and ass into the large powerhouses they’d become.  Even more confusingly, when he thought back on it he saw himself with dark brown hair instead of the blonde he should have had.  The memories kept flowing in as his workout routine expanded to encompass the rest of his body.  

Jared’s arms started vibrating so hard they went numb as they expanded outwards, going from defined, to built, to sculpted.  His upper arms grew to the size of his head as they loomed above his now powerful, striated forearms while his shoulders packed on muscle and pushed outwards.  The expanding at his upper back caused his already trim waist to seem even smaller above his meaty new lower half, giving his torso an exaggerated taper.  This was further accentuated when his small pecs exploded off his chest into round, chiseled mounds of muscle.  

“Ah, damn...missed a note.  The buyer wants him to have a pretty huge dick.  Looks like we’ll have to go back to the early days.”  Jared’s head was a swirl of unfamiliar images.  On top of his obsessive new workouts and regimented diet, he was starting to remember things that never happened.  Instead of the countless women he’d been with over the years, he saw himself with man after man.  And with each one, his body looked a little different, growing larger and more muscular with each flashback.  In the present day, he watched as his solid six inch pole seemed to ripple and twitch, becoming thicker as it stretched towards the glass.  He felt his tight balls tingle at the same time as they grew round and large against his newly hairy thighs.  As it grew in real time, it also grew in his memories.  He started to remember himself bouncing up and down on men’s laps, impaling himself on a plethora of shapes and sizes while his uselessly large cock wagged wildly.  

Jared was starting to become nervous over what he wasn’t seeing.  His days at college seemed to be missing, as did the hours he spent at the office.  As the gym and men filled his head, school and work vanished.  The last thing he felt was the tingling spreading to his face.  It caused his chin and scalp to vibrate, seeming to seep down into his brain itself.  The lab started to spin, and for the second time Jared’s world went black.  

**********

“There’s my handsome man.”  

Jared’s eyes fluttered open at the golden sound hitting his ears.  He winced against the bright light, his eyes slowly focusing on the man smiling down at him.  Jared couldn’t help but return the smile as the man’s image came into form.  It was Sean, the love of his life.  They’d been together for years, but Jared’s heart still beat faster at the sight of the older man’s thinning sandy hair and lean, sharp features.  Sean’s wiry torso hung out of a baggy tank-top and Jared’s hand found its way to one of the man’s bare knees poking out from his board shorts.  “He...hey…” he mumbled.  He raised himself up off the bed onto his elbows, the weight of his body and the size of his arms feeling both odd and familiar.  

Sean reached down and ran his fingers through Jared’s hair.  “How’re you feeling?”  

Jared closed his eyes on instinct and savored the sensation of the man’s thin hand gently stroking his head.  “O...okay.  A little confused…” he said bashfully.  His memories of recent events were hazy.  He recognized the spacious room around him and knew he was at Sean’s house, but he didn’t remember how he’d gotten there.  “What happened?”  

Jared’s world narrowed to the man’s bright smile.  “Nothing...you just took a pretty deep nap.”  

“I did?”  Jared’s eyes went wide when he looked down and saw his hairy, protruding pecs.  The arms supporting him were like steel girders, and he blushed when he saw a long, thick cock tenting up the thin sheet.  He hesitated.  He’d spent years in the gym building his body, so he didn’t understand why he was questioning it.  

“Is this...me,” Jared asked, looking over his chiseled new upper body.  

“Who else would it be?”  The man tossed the sheet aside at Jared’s nod and helped him to his feet.  “You were cute before, but I think we can both agree this is an improvement.”  

Jared stood on his thick, shaky legs, feeling awkward and cumbersome as he followed Sean to a mirror.  His body rubbed against itself and he could feel it moving in unfamiliar ways as he lumbered behind.  He understood why when he saw himself.  His lean runner’s build was gone, replaced by the well muscled frame of a body building adonis.  He rippled with chiseled flesh from head to toe, with a waist that seemed impossibly small and a cock that seemed impossibly large.  His aching organ looked to be at least ten inches long and several inches thick, with heavy, graspable balls underneath.  He remembered what it had been like to grow up with, and how he’d had to take to bottoming since there weren’t many guys who could handle its size.  As he stared at himself, he started to question why he’d expected to see a lean, thin body.  He hadn’t looked like that since childhood.  

“It’s mostly for show,” Sean whistled, eyeing the mammoth rod, “but it’ll look good in underwear and it’ll make all the other boys jealous.” 

Something about Sean’s statement made Jared nervous, but he was distracted by the way his altered backside bounced when the smaller man gave it a quick swat.  His perky runner’s behind had been swallowed by layer upon layer of flesh.  The rotund new cheeks were both solid and supple, easy to squeeze but firm underneath.  

“Same with that,” Sean laughed, giving another squeeze.  “They really outdid themselves…” he sighed, looking Jared up and down.  “You’re sexier than I ever could have imagined.”  

Jared didn’t know how to respond.  Part of his brain thrilled at being called sexy by the other man, but there was still a small part of himself that said this was all wrong.  As he flexed and prodded his hairy, brawny muscles, something in his head told him that wasn’t his body, or his face.  He was good looking, but he didn’t have thick, chocolate brown hair.  His lips weren’t plump and full and his eyes weren’t dark and dreamy.  He didn’t have manicured stubble covering model caliber cheekbones.   

“God...sorry….I keep forgetting.  To you, this is all normal, right?  They totally rewrote your history.  Crazy how they can do that,” Sean gave an appreciative whistle.  “Things are foggy now, but it’ll all come back.  I know this might seem a bit desperate,” the older man said, gently resting a hand on Jared’s shelf of a chest.  The naked stud felt a desperate urge to comfort Sean as he looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.  “I mean...having to buy someone.  It’s not my proudest moment.  I just….I work all the time, you know?  This money has to come from somewhere,” he said, motioning to the spacious room.  “Doesn’t leave a lot of time for dating and relationships.  I don’t want to go through all that, anyway.  I just want someone to come home to.”  He’d turned Jared to face him, his small hands on the hairy man’s tight waist.  “I’m not some weirdo creep, I promise.  I know you signed up too and all, but I don’t get those guys who are just looking for someone to torment.  You’ll be well taken care of, okay?  Seriously….all this...what’s mine is yours.”  

Jared’s heart was pounding in his chest again, but this time not from fear.  He’d only half heard what Sean said, unable to focus on much of anything other than his growing lust.  It was all consuming.  Just being near the other man almost brought him to tears.  “I know…” he said, placing his enlarged paw on top of the other man’s hand.  He opened his mouth to speak again, but instead lunged his face forward, pressing their lips together.  Sean laughed against Jared’s probing mouth before letting his tongue join the younger man’s.  

The altered man was confused again.  It didn’t feel like he was kissing Sean for the first time, but for the thousandth.  The taste of Sean’s breath, and every curve and crevice of the other man’s mouth, were entirely familiar.   

“Didn’t think we’d get to this so quick,” Sean laughed, reaching down to wrap a hand around Jared’s pulsing club.  Jared gasped, both at the sensation and at how small Sean’s hand seemed as it failed to fully grip his girthy new member.  He whimpered, a pained expression on his beautiful new face while he struggled to get Sean’s tank-top free.  

“You’re...you’re gorgeous,” he stammered, causing the thin man to turn beet red.  A bit of the old Jared surfaced to join the new and he smiled confidently, stroking his hands down Sean’s lithe sides.  “I mean it,” he purred, locking eyes while his fingers unlaced the blushing man’s board shorts.  He followed them to the ground, dropping to his knees and promptly swallowing Sean’s thin, oozing cock.  

“FFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Sean moaned as Jared’s inflated lips formed a vacuum seal and his rough stubble scratched the insides of his legs.  

Jared smiled at Sean’s lustful moans and gave the small little cheeks in his hands a squeeze. He somehow knew exactly what he was doing, now having had years and years of practice.  He swallowed Sean with ease, working his tongue along the entire length of the older man’s cock.  Like the kiss, he knew exactly what to do to make his lover moan.  When Sean sprayed down his throat he swallowed it eagerly, feeling only disappointment that it happened so quickly.  

“Sorry,” Sean panted.  “Got a little excited.  That’s okay...gives me time to check you out,” he said, guiding Jared back to his feet.  He pushed the hairy hunk down onto the mattress and climbed on top, groping and licking every inch of Jared’s buff new body.  The young stud groaned and whined, his fingers biting into the mattress as Sean’s tongue traveled up the insides of his thighs and along the underside of his unwieldy member.  Jared let out a hiss of pleasure, his back arching up off the bed when Sean licked around his bulbous head.  The thick cock was too fat to fit inside his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from slurping and working it with both hands.  “Might’ve gotten carried away here,” the older man laughed, stroking along the bottom and causing Jared to shudder.  “It’s just so impressive looking…” Sean’s cock was solid again and he positioned it against Jared’s, emphasizing the size difference.  

“Yours is perfect,” Jared breathed heavily, his mouth watering at the sight of Sean’s rigid poker.  He was rolling over before he even realized it.  The smaller man was spreading his bouncing cheeks and positioning himself by the time Jared thought about what was happening.  Instead of being horrified, he was painfully eager.  “YYYYYYYYEEEEEsssssssss….” he bellowed when Sean plunged inside.  His new muscles bounced and shook when the smaller man started slamming away, his huge cock wedged uselessly beneath his washboard stomach.  

Jared buried his face against the mattress, overcome with emotions.  The longer he was awake, the more his head cleared.  He remembered what happened, how he was taken and turned into this adonis against his will.  He knew the memories that were steadily overlapping his previous life had just been created, but they felt just as authentic as his old life.  Somehow, the Matchmakers actually had reached back in time and reshaped the course of his existence.  It wasn’t just that the straight, smaller version of himself was gone; that version had literally never existed.  He didn’t know how long it would take, but sooner or later Jared knew that old self would be gone entirely.  

He couldn’t bring himself to care.  Whether it was by his choice or not, it didn’t change the fact that he currently longed for Sean more than anything he’d ever longed for in his life.  The memories he had of the two of them meeting and falling in love were real.  In this new timeline, it had all actually happened.  Just thinking about having a life without the handsome older man in it was enough to nearly make him weep.  He closed his eyes and drifted off, wondering if his ex realized the gift she was giving him.  

**********

“Honey, I’m home!”  

“Sean!”  Jared came bounding around the corner like an eager puppy.  His hirsute skin was a deep golden tan from his hours spent out in the sun, with nary a tan line in sight.  Jared didn’t wear much anymore, and when he did, it was as small as possible.  In this new timeline he liked to show his muscles off just as much as Sean liked to see them.  He remembered a time when he’d been more modest, but now it seemed distant, like a bad dream.  That version of himself would never be dressed like this.  The powder blue pouch of the jock was pulled down from the weight of his heavy package, exposing the base of his thick cock as it struggled to contain him.  There were times when Jared thought it felt wrong, but he’d learned how to deal with its excessive size over the years, so he didn’t let it bother him.  He’d long since gotten used to being unable to hide it, regardless of what he wore.  “I’m so glad you’re home,” he said, smothering the small man in kisses like he hadn’t seen him in months.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” Sean laughed when Jared finally pulled his mouth away.  He stood and let the eager young man loosen his tie and undo the buttons on his shirt.  

“I just get so excited to see you,” Jared said bashfully.  

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Sean grinned, giving the larger man a peck on the nose.  Jared’s barely contained cock had hardened its way free, and he reached down to stroke it.  “How was your day?” 

“Good!” Jared chirped.  Since the change, he’d found himself in a perpetual good mood.  His overall brain power stayed the same, but in this new life he’d never gone to college.  Since he started focusing on his body at a young age, he’d barely graduated high school.  He wasn’t dumb, he just lacked the specific knowledge his old self had.  Not that it mattered.  Sean was the one with the high paying job, not him.  His job was to look good for, and take care of, his man.  He rattled off his daily activities while Sean peeled out of his shirt, explaining how he’d cleaned the house, worked in the gardens, and gone for a swim.  “Dinner’s in the oven and it’ll be ready soon,” he said proudly.  

“You’re too good to me,” Sean said, snapping the waistband of the jock.  “You wanna go out later?”  

Jared nodded quickly.  He never disagreed, but he appreciated that Sean always posed it as a choice.  His new partner loved showing him off around town, and Jared couldn’t blame him.  Where people had merely come onto him and flirted before, now they literally threw themselves at him.  But he didn’t care.  He never left Sean’s side, feeling every bit as proud to show off his older lover as the other man was of him.  After all, they were a perfect match.