New Faith, Inc. (Patreon)

“I can’t believe I’m here right now,” Robert sighed, slumping back in the hard plastic chair.  The office around him was sleek and modern, all hard lines and right angles.  Other than the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the walls, everything was either black or white, with a cold, slate grey floor that made the room feel like a nightmare modernist tomb.  It wasn’t remotely comfortable but, then again, Robert doubted it was supposed to be.  When he’d had an office it was plush and ornate, full of oak paneling and large, leather furniture.  It had been the kind of office that dripped with masculine prestige, a place where Men drank whiskey and smoked cigars while poring over their wealth.  It had also been a lie.

The wiry, angular man sitting behind the white plastic desk raised one of his razor eyebrows, but didn’t look up from the papers in front of him.  His inky suit was stretched tight over a bony frame every bit as sharp as the room around them, his pale skin continuing the black-and-white motif.  “I should remind you our services are entirely voluntary.  It’s not too late to back out,” he said, his thin lips the only thing that even hinted at movement.

Robert sighed and shook his head.  He sat forward again, his thick arms flexing as they rested on his meaty thighs.  “I don’t mean ‘here’ as in your office, I mean ‘here’ as in ‘45 year old ex-con who lost everything he worked for’.”

The very tip of the pale man’s tight mouth curled slightly upward.  “Well, you could call it work.  But we both know it wasn’t your own labor you were interested in.  Otherwise you wouldn’t be in my office.”

“Hey, just because it didn’t end great doesn’t mean I didn’t bust my ass,” Robert balked.

The man finally looked up, steepling the points of his jagged fingers against his narrow chin.  “You ran a ponzi scheme, Robert.  You swindled people out of millions.  Their entire life’s work, in some cases.  Let’s not sugarcoat it.”  His grin turned into a full smile, the lips pulling back farther than they should to reveal a mouth full of serrated shark’s teeth.  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging.  You’re a man after my own demonic heart.  I know a thing or two about greed, Robert.  I may have even nudged a few of those unfortunate souls in your direction.  Who can say?  Even I don’t always know how my influence impacts the mortal plane.  Either way,” he tapped the papers on his desk and nodded, his jet-black eyes shining, “I’m glad you found your way to New Faith Inc.”

Robert did his best to look casual, but he was glad the thing, he was having a hard time still thinking of it as a man, had put its teeth away.  He glanced down at the white stone nameplate on the white plastic desk, not knowing if “Radna” was the thing’s first, last, or only name.  “Can you really do what the ads say?  Give people a fresh start?”

“Absolutely!”  Radna’s attempt at sounding cheerful was far more disconcerting than their flat, impassive tone.  “An entirely new beginning, without any of the baggage from your previous life.”

“How does it work, exactly?  Is this a thing where I’m selling my soul?”  Robert actually winced when Radna let out a chittering laugh, his ears ringing from what sounded like a sky full of buzzing insects.

“Oh heavens no,” they said, their hand waving like the blade of a knife.  “Between you and me?  Getting into the soul market was a poor business decision.  Do you know how many of those things we have just laying around?  We can’t give them away.  Take yourself, for example.  No offense, Robert, but who would even want yours?  It’s like a worn out pair of pants at a thrift store, all stained and frayed at the edges.  Sure, I mean, yes, technically we could just eat them all, but who wants chicken night after night?  They’re dreadfully bland.  The juicy ones play hard to get; the stale ones walk through our doors.”  He stopped and cocked his head, the rest of his body looking as cold and rigid as the plastic furniture.  “But now I’m just being rude.  The way it works is a bit different for everyone.  It all depends on your specific karmic debt.  We’re not consuming your soul, Robert, but all that delicious pain and misery you caused.  That’s where the real value is.  Potent stuff, anguish.  And I’m happy to say that you, my friend, have caused more than your fair share.  There’s plenty to work with here.  We’ll offload each nasty, savory deed of yours into our vaults, and what comes out the other side is the new you.”

Robert shifted in the chair, his ample rear starting to go numb.  If the unforgiving plastic had been designed with humans in mind at all, broad, beefy ones like himself hadn’t been considered.  “But how do I know it’ll be any better?”

“We guarantee beneficial results for all parties involved.  Most of our clients end up young, attractive, and perfectly content.”

“Most?”

“We’re consuming your karmic excrement and rewriting reality,” Radna said, their voice taking on a hint of annoyance.  “It’s not always an exact science.  Hence the voluntary nature of our services.  You scheduled an appointment with a demon, Robert.  Surely you didn’t think this process would be entirely without risk?  However, we are professionals and there are contingencies.  Even in the rare instance where someone ends up in a less-than-desirable situation, we make sure they enjoy it to the fullest extent of which they’re capable.”  Their arm the only part of them that moved, Radna opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick, ancient leather tome.  The jet black volume was wrapped in rusty chains, and Robert’s head spun as the demon slowly unwound them, his skeletal fingers caressing the book like it was a sleeping infant.  The strange, russet-colored symbols on the cover seemed to shift and move, reforming themselves into familiar english before the middle-aged man’s stunned eyes.

“What are The Standards of Slumber,” Robert asked, now able to read the title.

“Just one of our many tools.  It feels like the appropriate choice here.”  Radna’s head tilted slightly.  Without pupils it was hard to tell for sure, but Robert felt the thing looking him up and down, sizing him up.  The brawny man normally enjoyed being so obviously ogled, though at the moment he felt like a literal piece of meat.  With his salt-and-pepper hair, rugged, All American face, and muscled build, Robert was well aware of how good he looked, and that was before he took his pants off.  That handsome exterior, and his fat, stout cock in a few instances, had helped swindle several clients out of their life savings.  Like the seething tome on the desk, his body was just one of the tools he used to manipulate people.  “Someone out there has dreamed of you, and we’re about to make that dream come true.”

Robert fought the urge to pull back when Radna spun the book so that it faced him.  The cover flipped open on its own, the pages fanning until landing on a blank one.  The former con man felt dizzy, a sudden sense of weightlessness washing over him as he stared at the countless names inscribed onto the thick parchment.  He had to clutch the sides of his seat to remind himself he was still in an office, in a skyscraper, in the city, and not floating through some vast, ethereal plane.  His vision kept shifting between the stark black and white of the room around him and a swirling, purple void while figures, some humanoid, some not, flickered at the edges.

“Just sign your name and we can get started,” Radna purred.  Robert was already leaning forward, a pen somehow in hand, by the time he processed the demon’s words.  He was having second thoughts, but before he could even attempt to back out he was blinking down at his name on the page.  “Lovely!”  Radna slammed the book shut and pulled it away with the speed of a striking viper, his mouth full of razors flashing.  “Well, Robert, it’s been a pleasure.  Thank you for choosing New Faith Inc., and I do hope you enjoy your fresh start.”

Robert gasped as the uncomfortable seat vanished, along with the floor beneath it, and he began plummeting into the swirling, purple void.  He fell faster and faster, not pulled by gravity but propelled by the ignited fuel of his sinner’s past.  He rocketed so fast he began to lose all sense of perspective.  He felt his clothes tear away, but there wasn’t room to be embarrassed at the thought of his bare, hairy muscle hurtling through space.  He could only think about what was coming.  The notion of heading towards someone that dreamed of him was far from comforting.  It may have been that way for some, but Robert was under no illusion about the kinds of thoughts people had when it came to him.  If someone was dreaming about him, chances are it wasn’t a fond recollection.  He knew he’d made a mistake, that what was coming would be far worse than if he’d just done the work himself, but he never could pass up a chance at the easy way out.  And like so many times before, he’d pay the price for it.

The purple void began to fade as he plummeted, disappearing into a dull black before emerging again as a dark bedroom.  The space was small but well furnished, and Robert was more disoriented than ever when he finally realized he was no longer falling but blinking up at the ceiling as he lay in the strange bed.

“What the hell was…” he started, cutting himself off when he realized he wasn’t alone.  He slowly turned his head, his heart racing when he saw a familiar face smiling at him.

Kellen was a decade older than when they’d first met, now in his mid-thirties, but he had the same sharp features and short brown hair as when Robert had seen him for the first time.  Given the other man’s young age and inexperience, not to mention his obvious attraction towards Robert, the older grifter had been able to suck him dry.  Kellen had inherited a large sum of money when his parents unexpectedly passed, which made him even more of a perfect mark.  Lust, grief and naivety all combined to make it as easy as stealing candy from a baby.

“I wondered when you’d show up,” Kellen said, his toned arm flexing as he lifted himself up on an elbow.  The motion caused the thin sheet to tumble, exposing his deceptively broad shoulders and the smooth, defined pecs below them.

“Kellen?  What’s...where are we?”  Robert blushed under the other man’s piercing blue eyes.  He was acutely aware of his naked state, and the embarrassment he hadn’t been able to feel while soaring through the violet void hit him in full.

The younger brunette looked around and shrugged as he sat up, giving Robert a full view of his leanly muscled midsection.  “My bedroom.  But I think we’re still dreaming.  At least if I understood Radna correctly.”

Robert sat up, following Kellen’s eyes as they drifted down to his hairy slab of a chest and his round muscle gut.  His cock was clearly outlined beneath the thin sheet, but there wasn’t much he could do about it at the moment.  “You talked to...it?”

The other man nodded.  “Last thing I ever expected, believe me.  An actual demon appearing in my dreams?  Offering you up on a silver platter?  Hard to resist that kind of temptation, but that’s probably why they ended up in my dream to begin with.”

Robert didn’t like the edge to Kellen’s otherwise smooth tenor.  “Look, Kellen, I know that nothing I can say will make amends for what I did, but…”

“You can stop right there,” the younger man said, kicking the sheet aside.  Robert broke off in a surprised yelp and reached down to cover himself, squirming under Kellen’s relentless gaze.  “I’m not interested in an apology you don’t mean.  I’m more interested in seeing what I’m working with.  Why don’t you put those hands to use and let me see that bad boy at full size.”

The older man gasped, his eyes going wide when the hands that covered his girthy package began kneading it instead.  He tried to stop himself but his fingers wouldn’t respond, leaving him unable to do anything other than watch as he stroked and tugged his twitching rod to its full, fat six and a half inches.  “What...what am I doing…” he stammered, trying not to look at the obvious tent in Kellen’s tiny briefs.

“Standing up,” was all the other man said.  As soon as he’d finished speaking, Robert heaved his meaty thighs over the edge and hopped up to his feet, still tugging away on himself.  He had no choice but to turn at Kellen’s nod, coming face to face with his reflection in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.  “When they said I’d be able to make whatever alterations I wanted, I honestly didn’t believe them.  Now, though…”

Robert only barely registered Kellen’s smile before his attention was pulled back to the aching cock in his hand.  Without warning, the throbbing organ began to swell, growing longer and thicker until his fingers were forced apart and the increasingly-bulbous head pushed farther and farther from his hand.  The older hunk let out a low groan when it stopped, unable to believe that the massive, ten-inch club really belonged to him.  His churning balls had grown in time, now hanging full and heavy below the inflated beast.  “Fu...fuck!” Robert stuttered, a wave of lust shooting up his spine as he stared at Kellen.  The sight of the younger man’s defined frame in nothing but his tented briefs suddenly made his knees weak, and it occurred to Robert that more than his body had just been changed.  “What...what did you just do?”

Kellen ignored the question.  “Do you know how hard it is to date when you’re working all the time?  You didn’t just take my inheritance, you took everything.  Every.  Thing.  I had to start from scratch and claw my way back out of the hole you left me in.  Since I didn’t get to enjoy my early twenties, it only seems fitting that you get to make up for that.”

Robert felt like he was falling again, but this time he couldn’t even let out a gasp as he watched his whole body change.  His weathered skin began to soften, the wrinkles melting from his rugged face as the salt faded from his thickening hair, leaving only the pepper in its wake.  Robert’s beefy frame seemed to shrink slightly as his muscles lifted and separated, pierced by channels of definition that made each group stand out.  The formerly middle-aged hunk shed over two decades in less than the blink of an eye, reverting to a chiseled, chocolate-haired Adonis.  Looking at his youthful athletic frame, the dread Robert had been feeling began to ease.  He didn’t even mind when Kellen stepped up behind and wrapped his arms around him, running his hands up the now-younger man’s ripped washboard to clutch his prominent pecs.  Whatever had been done to him earlier only magnified the sensation of the other man’s touch, and he let out a quiet whimper as Kellen gripped his chest.

“Not bad at all,” the lean man sighed.  “But if we’re going all the way back, I want those abs smooth.”  Robert tensed as a shiver spread through him, taking the soft, curly hair with it.  Only a small patch at the base of his oversized cock remained, leaving the now-younger man with a strange feeling of exposure.  He’d had the light coating for as long as he could remember, even when he’d been in his early twenties, and the sight of his bare, smooth body was more emasculating than he’d imagined.  “There we go,” Kellen sang, drawing out the first word.  “Now that we can see everything, let’s make a few more tweaks.  These need to be bigger,” he said, squeezing Robert’s pecs.  All the younger man felt was a sudden pressure on the now-smooth mounds before they suddenly plumped outward, protruding even farther than they already had.  They weren’t freakishly large, but he looked like someone who had more chest days than anything else.  That discrepancy was only magnified when Kellen’s hands slid to his waist.  “And this can be a little tighter.”  That same pressure wrapped itself around Robert’s midsection, squeezing it inwards until his top-heavy torso had an exaggerated taper.

“Ke...Kellen...wait…” the now-younger man managed to stammer.  He wanted to pull away, but the other man’s hands sliding along his body were electric, regardless of the effect they had on him.

“Of course we’ll have to balance out the top half,” the brunette said, once again ignoring Robert’s plea.  He gave the younger man’s muscled rear a loud slap, sending a ripple through them that only grew in strength as the ample cheeks and meaty thighs expanded.  Like his chest, the heaping globes weren’t impossibly large, but they made it clear that Robert’s body was built for one thing.  With his juicy pecs, tight waist, colossal cock, and inflated ass, the now-youthful stud was like an erotic drawing come to life.  “Muuuuuch, much better,” Kellen said, grinding his tented underwear between the gravity defying pillows.  “Now let’s just do some fine tuning.  I’m already a brunette, so let’s make you a blonde.  We can probably tweak that face a little, too.  The macho thing doesn’t really match the rest of you now.  Let’s soften up those eyes, make that nose a cute little button, and fill out that mouth.”

The dread came rushing back as Robert watched his masculine face twist and reshape itself while his dark hair went a radiant gold.  His shrewd eyes seemed to grow large and sparkling and his distinguished nose receded to a small button above a set of soft, full lips.  Robert didn’t even recognize the person staring back at him from the mirror, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to.  The ruggedly handsome hunk was gone entirely, instead looking naive and innocent.

“Just perfect,” Kellen cheered, taking a step back to inspect his work.  “As much as I would have enjoyed the old you, the point is to start over.  If you’re going to be my little gym bunny power bottom, you’ll need to look the part.”  Robert stumbled in front of the mirror, suddenly dizzy as Kellen continued speaking.  A strange, aching need erupted from his inflated rear and his massive pecs heaved as his heart started racing.  “Just a happy, horny himbo who can’t help but show off.  As smart as he is inhibited, and all too eager to put his ass to work for daddy.”

Robert gasped, fear slicing through him, but the sensation quickly passed.  He blinked at Kellen, a blanket of confusion draping itself over his thoughts.  He knew who the other man was, and how much he turned him on, but he didn’t remember much else.  Robert felt like he should know more, but all he seemed to recall at the moment was countless hours spent either at the gym or without his clothes on.  Something about the way his focus kept shifting, unable to stay still for more than a moment, made him nervous, but he couldn’t say why, exactly.  Looking at Kellen, all he could think about was how confident and masculine the lean man was, seeming infinitely more capable than he’d ever be.  He grinned and batted his eyes, loving how the other man stared at him.

“Hmm...maybe we should do hornier,” Kellen said, rubbing his chin.

“Oh!”  Robert gave a short gasp as his cock throbbed, a hand shooting to an oversized pec.  He toyed with the tiny nipple, feeling like he was about to explode.  His already-fluid thoughts had an even harder time cementing on anything other than his need for the older man.

“A little more,” Kellen grinned.

“OOOOHHHHH!”  This time Robert spasmed, his cock starting to leak as he worked his pecs with one hand and slipped a few fingers of the other into his mouth.  His only thoughts now were of his aching need and what it would take to bring him release.

The now-older man gave a satisfied nod.  “And just a biiiiiiiiiit more.”

“OOOUUUhhhhOOUUUHHHH!”  Robert howled, pulling his spit-slick fingers free and jamming them between his pillowy cheeks.  The knowledge that he was fingering himself in front of another man didn’t slow him down in the slightest.  Knowing that someone was watching and listening to his desperate grunts and moans only turned him on even more.

“There he is,” Kellen laughed.  “I think we’re done.  How you feeling, Robbie?”

The young blonde responded the only way he could at the moment.  He grabbed Kellen and flung him down on the bed, throwing himself on top before he could roll away.  He grabbed the tiny briefs and literally tore them free, batting his fat club against the older man’s more average pole as he crawled into position, whimpering and moaning the whole time.  With practiced precision, he popped his hips and slammed his colossal cakes against Kellen’s lap, swallowing his lover’s cock in one easy motion.

As he rocked his hips and toyed with his bouncing pecs, Robbie felt like he was forgetting something.  Whatever it was felt important, but whenever he looked down at Kellen all he could think about was how lucky he was to have the older man taking care of him.  That’s why he let Kellen do all the thinking; he was better at it.  He was better at most things.  All Robbie excelled at was lifting weights, taking off his clothes, and fucking.  Fortunately for him, Kellen loved it when he did all of those things.  The older man even encouraged him to do those last two in front of an audience, which was Robbie’s favorite.  Kellen was the one who brought in the real money, but since he couldn’t use his brain, the pretty young blonde at least wanted to use his body to chip in what he could.  It was only fair.

“MMmm...I love it when you wake me up this way,” Kellen groaned, his sleepy eyes fluttering open.

Robbie grinned, confused.  He could have sworn that the early morning sun wasn’t coming through the windows a moment ago, and that Kellen had already been awake.  The feeling that he was forgetting something important hit him again, but it was pushed aside by a more powerful sensation before he could hold on to it.  He let out a choking gasp that turned into a cracking wail as his untouched cock erupted, blasting all over the sleepy man between his thighs.  Kellen just smiled as the ropey fluid splashed against his face, the warm liquid trickling into his mouth pushing him over the edge.  He gave a quiet grunt, a far cry from Robbie’s exuberant bellow, and unloaded until a steady stream spilled out from the blonde’s deep valley.

“Good morning,” Robbie giggled, leaning down to begin licking the cum from Kellen’s face.  “How’d you sleep?”

“Great,” Kellen said, his lips meeting Robbie’s for a drawn out kiss.  “I had the best dream.”