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Kyle huffed as he leant back and watched the two best wrestlers on the team celebrating and pumping each other up after their respective victories. Tom and Jake were undefeated, both huge beasts of muscle and strength there wasn’t a guy around that could pin them, this was brilliant for the college and coach as the two famed rising stars were known across the country, however this wasn’t so great for Kyle. While growing up he had been the best wrestler, he had been the superstar and he had enjoyed the perks and popularity that came with it, but now that he was at university and Tom and Jake were around Kyle was left at the bottom of the pile and always on the bench. Kyle still trained, he still kept in shape and he still pestered coach to give him a chance but why bother when the two unstoppable behemoths that were Tom and Jake were going to win every match and title the wrestling world had to offer. Kyle was forgotten, a spare part that would never be needed and he was tired of it. After getting changed and no one caring that he had left Kyle’s frustration and anger bubbled as a mysterious plume of green smoke followed him.

Getting home Kyle threw his unused and clean wrestling gear into the corner, he hadn’t needed to use it in weeks. All that passion, hard work and training was all for nothing now that Tom and Jake were around, plus his damn coach wouldn't even give him a second glance. Furious and irritated Kyle desired to go back to the days when he was top dog, when he was the best and the privilege and popularity of being a star of the wrestling team made his life a breeze. Sighing Kyle manifested those desires into a wish as nostalgia for the good ole days flooded his mind.

“I wish I was the best wrestler on the team” Kyle said talking to himself as he prepared for an evening of moping and sulking. Kyle may have continued his thought and elaborated on his rather benign and childish wish but the green smoke had already been unleashed as it wrapped around Kyle and clouded his vision.

Kyle wanted to yell for help, he wanted to flail around and escape the green fog but no part of his body would respond, it was frozen left watching as the dense green gas swirled around him. Unable to stop looking Kyle whimpered in fear, his body paralysed he could only watch as as the green smoke in front of his face started to part and Kyle saw he was no longer in his room. Frantic with worry Kyle still tried to move but still found himself paralysed, looking out from his frozen position Kyle could see he appeared to be in some sort of department store. As a customer walked passed Kyle tried to shout or do anything to garner their attention but everything failed, even though he could see what was happening before him no one seemed to notice him and he was powerless to interact with the environment in front of him. Kyle was working himself into a frenzy when something made him stop, he heard a voice, a cocky arrogant voice and instantly he recognised it. Straining his eyes Kyle looked to his right and saw Jake strolling passed with a group of his buddies. All of them staring at him in awe and hanging off every word, it seemed he was bragging about what a good week he was having. He had aced his reports, scored top marks on a test and to round it off had crushed the competition at wrestling. Kyle felt his blood boil, Jake had it all, the looks, the brains and the athletic ability, what’s more he wasn’t shy when it came to letting everyone know about it. Kyle stared furiously from his frozen position as he watched Jake come closer, the six foot three monster’s muscles bulged from his tight tee shirt as he stomped towards a rail of shirts. He effortlessly tossed his floppy black hair to the side and flashed his pearly white, perfect smile as he picked up a rather expensive garment. Kyle couldn’t look away as he stared at the perfect, handsome, arrogant asshole, both out of anger and because the green smoke wouldn’t let him look away. Kyle didn’t understand what was happening, why had he been transported here? Why couldn’t he speak or move? And Why was he watching his rival pick out clothes? All soon became very clear as Kyle watched a wisp of green smoke move over towards Jake who seemed completely unaware of the emerald haze that was slowly being absorbed by his body and clothes. Kyle assumed that Jake would meet the same fate as him, frozen, hidden and watching others like some sort of ghostly mannequin but after a few moments Kyle noticed something very different was happening to Jake. Both curious and scared Kyle watched as the grey tee that Jake was wearing started to ripple and change as a blue tone started to spread and the fabric changed from cotton to denim. Kyle looked on in amazement as Jake’s clothes continued to change, his expensive tracksuit bottoms turned the same colour and merged with his changing t-shirt, his shoes turned black and the squeaking of rubber could be heard while shiny metal clasps appeared just above his pecs as his t-shirt started to recede. Within moments most of the fabric of the t-shirt had dissolved away revealing the rock-hard, muscular physique of the wrestler, his biceps on display and one of his pectorals fully exposed. Kyle didn’t know why or how it had happened as he watched the blue denim spread and the rubber boots form but somehow, without him noticing Jake had gone from his casual, designer gym gear to a pair of overalls that were only half done up and some wellies that already had spots of mud on them.

Still browsing the shirts Jake seemed unfazed by the fact that he was barely dressed in a rather yorkel like fashion. Kyle didn't understand it either as he looked at his hunky teammate continue to shop, his muscles flexing and tensing as he perused the clothing in front of him. Things however started to make sense when the world around Jake and Kyle started to become wavy and distant. When the world stopped spinning and Kyle was able to focus again, Jake’s new look seemed more at home as both men were no longer in a store but what looked to be a farm. Unlike before it seemed that Jake was now aware that something had changed, letting out a frightened yell the wrestler looked around panicked as no longer was he shopping and looking at shirts but was now standing knee deep in hay and looking at a barn full of cattle. Both men caught a whiff of the stench of livestock as Jake recoiled in disgust as he was standing in a mound of dung, he began to panic more when he noticed what he was wearing. In a frenzy Jake pulled at the overalls he was wearing, the poor man had no clue what or why he was wearing his new redneck attire and no clue why or how he was on a farm but he knew it wasn’t right. Confusion and fear washed over him as his instant reaction was to run, bounding for the door Jake almost made it before a tendril of green smoke tripped him up and sent him head first into a pile of muck. Kyle was just as distressed as he watched his rival become frantic, it was like a horror movie he was forced to watch as his rival tried to escape but was stopped at every turn. Filthy and stinking the green smoke eventually grew bored of toying with the tormented wrestler and got to work finishing what it had started.

Encircling the frightened Jake in the green fog, Kyle tried to struggle and help his rival but he was forced to look on as it continued to attack the flailing Jake. Kyle watched in fear as things started changing again, except this time it wasn’t clothing, it was Jake. The wrestler was too busy fighting the green fog to notice the changes, but Kyle had a front row seat. Kyle could do nothing but watch as the distressed wrestler changed before his very eyes, his dark floppy hair changed to a dirty blond colour and a cheap cut that wasn’t done by a professional, his teeth yellowed and became crooked, his features and body looked more weathered and rugged, while tattoos started to ink themselves on his back. Kyle watched in horror as the handsome, pretty boy wrestler lost his perfect features and was turned into a rough, weathered, redneck farm boy. Kyle cringed as the green smoke receded and he saw the giant confederate flag tattoo covering Jake’s entire back, the bumpkin ink fitting right at home with the farmboy attire and look that Jake had now acquired.

Jake almost didn’t notice the changes until he caught sight of his calloused, wrinkled hands and quickly he felt his face where tears started to form in his eyes. Kyle watched horrified as his rival dropped to his knees and looked at his reflection in a puddle of cow piss. The once cocky, handsome wrestler stared heartbroken at his new face, the crooked teeth, the weathered skin, his dirty muck covered face and his unsightly features were too much to handle as Jake broke down. Kyle may have hated his rival but he never would have wished this on him in a million years… little did he know. However it wasn’t over yet, Kyle tried to call out to the sobbing Jake as he saw another wisp of green smoke heading towards him, but it was useless. Darting into the side of Jake’s head, it took only a few moments for the filthy smelling jock to react.

“NO PLEASE NOT MY MIND AS WELL!” Jake screamed into the barn only eliciting a few moos from the cows beside him. Jake banged the sides of his head as the green smoke wreaked havoc on his mind, destroying memories and replacing them with new ones. Kyle could only watch forlornly as he watched Jake’s descent into terror and panic. “NO NO NO I DID DONE WENT TO COLLEGE” Jake screamed as his grammar deteriorated as did his knowledge and intelligence. “I DONE GOOD AT MA SCHOOL! I WASSA SMART BOI” Jake yelled as a deep southern drawl started to overtake his speech and his face started to lose expression as his IQ drained away. “THIS AIN’T MAMA’S FARM, I DON’T WORK WITH NO COWS” Jake sobbed as his past was erased and his entire education was wiped from his mind. Jake never went to school, he never learned how to read or write, all he learned was how to get strong like his papa and help him out on the farm. Jake’s sobbing slowly stopped as the new him started to take over, the new Jake who was only good at milking cows and shovelling shit. Kyle watched in pure fear as the colour and life faded from Jake’s eyes, his mouth dropped open and his bottom lip pushed out as he finished changing into a dumb, redneck farmboy. The dumb lump of muscle didn’t even hesistate as it got up and grabbed a pitchfork and started getting to work mucking out the cattle, a job that the new Jake would be doing for the rest of his life.

Kyle never knew what happened to Jake after that as the green smoke blocked his view and once again the trapped man’s world began to spin. Kyle was now terrified, he had watched his rival’s life be utterly destroyed and he could be next, he needed to find a way to escape from the green smoke. Yet Kyle didn’t get a chance to try as the green smoke cleared again and Kyle was greeted to more unfamiliar surroundings. It appeared to be a restaurant crowded with people but yet again no one seemed to notice the petrified Kyle. Kyle was unsure why he had been transported here, that was until he spotted a tall muscular guy dining in the middle of the room. The huge man appeared to be celebrating with friends and was looking excited as his food was brought to the table. The hunk then tossed his phone to a friend and demanded he take a picture of him, knowing that his followers would love it. Kyle cringed as his frozen spirit like body was brought closer to the social media obsessed hunk, he now knew why he was here as he watched Tom pose for pictures with his lunch.

It didn’t take long for the green smoke to make its appearance, Kyle tried once again to warn the unsuspecting victim but it appeared he was in a similar position as before. The green smoke didn’t bother growing and encircling its victim this time, instead it waited for Tom to take a bite and as soon as the muscle hunk opened his mouth it rushed inside him. Kyle waited in trepidation, Jake had lost his good looks, intelligence and life he couldn’t imagine what was in store for Tom, however he got a good idea when over the roar of the restaurant Tom’s stomach could be heard letting out a loud grumble. Some in the restaurant turned and stared while others tried to ignore the sound, Tom on the other hand just laughed it off as he started to eat his food. However, it became clear to Kyle and Tom that something was wrong as Tom began ravenously shovelling the food into his face. Within seconds the small plate of food was gone and without even thinking Tom grabbed his friends plate away from him and started eating that as well. Tom’s friend tried to protest but he wasn’t going to mess around with the 250 pound wrestler that had an almost animal-like look in his eyes. It had barely been ten minutes but Tom had finished all seven of his friends' food, learning back his belly was clearing bulging against his tight shirt. Tom and all of his friends were stunned and shocked but that soon turned to disgust as Tom’s stomach grumbled and the bulging behemoth let out a loud bellowing belch. Kyle could see the confusion in his rivals eyes as he looked at his friends and caught the scent of his own odorous burp. Tom looked even more surprised when the waitress came over to see if everything was alright and the word “MORE” slipped from his lips. The waitress looked confused and a little frightened as she looked at Tom and the group of friends, timidly she asked “What of?” and was met with a booming “EVERYTHING”. Kyle could see Tom looked conflicted as the waitress scurried away, like he hadn’t wanted to speak those words but they had come out of his mouth anyway. Tom looked even more surprised and disgusted in himself as he leant to one side and let a groaning, bubbling fart rip from his ass that droned on for a full ten seconds. Kyle was stunned as well as everyone else round the table, that was until they smelt the foul smelling fart and quickly the seven friends evacuated the restaurant leaving Tom alone and stewing in his own vile gases.

Tom desperately wanted to leave as well, but his body wouldn’t respond, instead it sat sniffing his own fart waiting for the waitress to return. After five minutes the waitress returned with seven plates of food assuming it would be for everyone but still she didn't hesitate to put all of the food down when she saw the look in Tom’s eyes. Tom almost attacked the food that was put in front of him, grabbing it with his hands and shovelling it into his mouth. With each mouthful Tom’s body started to change, with each fistful of fries and every bite of cheeseburger Tom’s body grew with fat. The muscles and physique he had worked so hard to achieve was literally disappearing before him with his own actions but he could do nothing to stop himself from devouring the food. The frightened wrestler could feel his belly bulging and sagging, he could feel his thighs expanding, his arms becoming flabby and his pecs drooping to moobs but he could do nothing but eat. To make matters worse Tom found that after every mouthful his body would release a painfully loud and smelly expulsion of gas whether it was a grumbling belch or a squelching fart he would release a foul smell into the air. Kyle watched with sadness as Tom started to cry as his belly grew to the point where it was pushing him away from the table, his arms and moobs jiggled as he grabbed at the food and his ass had grown so plump and fat that he spilled over the sides of the seat. For Tom it seemed like an eternity had passed as each mouthful wrecked his beautiful body but in reality the feeding frenzy had only lasted fifteen minutes. Tom looked down at his blobby, wobbling body, his fat stomach was hanging out from his to tight clothes and the air around him stunk of ass. In tears Tom looked around the restaurant for help and was only met with stares of disgust and revulsion before the room started to spin and blur.

When the room stopped spinning Kyle was unaware of his new surroundings, but looking at Tom it was clear he knew where he was. The bed, the trophies, the pictures and the clothes Kyle quickly put it all together he must in Tom’s room back at home, but why were they here? Suddenly without warning a loud ripping sound was heard and all the clothes on Tom’s body except for his tight undies dropped from his now flabby body. Tom looked down in disgust at his new body, his huge gut blocking the view of his feet and cock. The last place he wanted to be was back home, especially looking like this! But nothing he could do would make his body move. He was frozen in place staring at his room and his fat reflection in his own wardrobe mirror. It was almost as if something wanted him to see what he looked like and what was going to happen next, it started off a prickle but soon turned into a wave of pins and needles that spread over his entire body. Looking at himself Tom watched as dark hairs started sprouting from every inch of his fat wobbling body. Tom watched in horror as a thicket of dense dark hairs grew from his body, coating his now rotund belly, his thick thighs and large plump ass. However, much to Tom’s dismay this wasn’t the only thing that was happening, while hair grew on his face giving him a full beard, it shrunk away from his head. Tom wanted to yell and cry but all he could do was watch as he lost the hair on his head until it looked like he was balding. Kyle looked on in fear, Tom already looked older with his receding hairline, thinning hair and big hairy gut but when the lines and wrinkles started to appear Kyle realised that Tom didn't just look older, he was older. Tom felt the tears forming in his eyes as his fat started to sag more, grey hairs peppered themselves across his body and his back started to ache from holding up such a large fat belly. Tom was left sobbing as he watched his body age from youthful twenty year old to fat, balding forty year old. To finish the changes Tom’s body released a long, sad sounding fart as the former wrestler expelled his lost youth out of his asshole. Moments ago a young, muscular arrogant athlete would have been standing in front of the mirror but now a middle aged, obese, hairy gassy slob was there instead.

Tom and Kyle couldn’t imagine things getting any worse, but they were wrong as the green smoke darted into the fat gassy man’s mind. Kyle knew what was going to happen next and he really didn't want to watch but he had no choice as the green smoke kept his eyes on the sobbing chubby man. The room slowly started to change as Tom’s memories were erased and replaced. The trophies all disappeared as well as all the athletic clothing, instead they were replaced by xxxl comic book t-shirts and cargo shorts, while a hi tech computer set up appeared in the corner. Gone were the memories of doing sports, of going to the gym or being the best at wrestling instead they were replaced by dungeons and dragons, coding and hentai. Tom screamed as his life as a big time jock was warped into that of a fat desperate nerd, gone was all his experience with girls instead he found himself now a virgin as well as gay, gone was his confidence and arrogance as his newly acquired flatulence problem made him shy and smelly, gone was his popularity and friends and replaced with nights alone masturbating, and gone was his future as now in his forties he still lived at home and worked part-time at a comic book store. As one final humiliation the computer flickered and turned on showing web pages and images of hunky wrestlers in their tight singlets, while a bottle of lotion and some tissues appeared by the side. Tom wailed in distress but was quickly silenced and pushed to the back of mind by a grumbling wet shart as his new fat nerdy body wobbled over to the computer and started masturbating over the body and life it used to have.

Kyle groaned as he saw the green smoke cloud his vision as he lost sight as the loser nerd that was now Tom. Both his sporting rivals had been dispatched to new hellish lives, it was horrifying to watch but then it occurred to Kyle if he was ever freed from the paralyzed hell then he would now longer have to compete with them, he’d be the best on the team again. Kyle cursed himself for thinking so selfishly but part of him couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of being top dog again. However, that wouldn't be happening just yet as the green smoke cleared but this time Kyle recognised immediately where he was. Staring out from his green void Kyle saw the gymnasium where he had been earlier, it was full of fans and it looked like a big match was about to start. Kyle looked and saw his coach looking worried as he stared at an empty bench.

Kyle looked around, it was like deja vu, the gym was exactly like it was this morning it was as if the day was repeating itself, the only problem was there was no Tom, no Jake and no him. Kyle looked at his coach who was looking exceedingly anxious, soon he marched off towards the dressing room and Kyle’s ghostly frozen green body followed. Entering the changing room Kyle heard the coach shout for his wrestlers but none could be found, unknown to the portly fellow one was now piling up cow dung while another was busy farting and jerking off. That left Kyle who was left shouting and screaming to his coach, but his ethereal body could not be seen. Standing and sweating profusely the coach was thinking about forfeiting the match but before he could a wisp of green smoke made its way towards him and quickly engulfed him.

Once the smoke had cleared Kyle was left looking at his naked coach, who too seemed to be frozen in place. His large portly belly now rivalled the new Tom and his hairy ass was rather unpleasant to witness but Kyle could not change his view or what was happening, it seems for the third time he was going to be the audience to another set of changes. It didn’t take long for the green smoke to get to work and it appeared that the opposite of what happened to Tom was occurring. Kyle and the coach watched in amazement as the fat on the middle aged man's body just seemed to evaporate as his body thinned and toned up. Furthermore the grey hair turned darker, the lines and wrinkles smoothed out and his weathered features started to look more youthful. Kyle was surprised to see changes that actually seemed to benefit his coach as the man’s face reshaped gaining plump lips, blue eyes, a cute button nose and a chiselled jaw. Muscles started to show as the fat dissipated, a six pack, biceps and a cute bubble butt were all gifted on the rapidly youthening coach. When he reached around eighteen a couple of tattoo’s appeared on his body, a couple of piercings came into existence and a douchebag baseball cap dropped onto his blond styled hair. Kyle was amazed his coach was gone and a hot, fit frat bro looking guy was left in his place.

Kyle even felt a twinge of jealousy as he looked at the gorgeous hunk in front of him, however that quickly faded as he saw a group of wrestlers from the next town come into the locker room. Kyle could see the fear in his coaches eyes, he was now naked and surrounded by three of the biggest, beefiest men around. The thrill of a new youthful, fit body was soon fading as the coach watched the muscular sweaty men strip and unleash their huge, fat swinging cocks. Coach whimpered as he looked down at his own three inch nub and was shocked to see it getting hard, that's when the green smoke came back and darted into his mind. Unlike the two previous men, the coach was not as strong, his mind was weak to the smoke’s attack, with little effort it erased twenty years of the coaches life without him even realising it. Kyle could see the confusion and fear on the young coach’s face, he knew he had been older, he knew he had a job but all of that was hazy now instead all he could think about was wrestlers and their fat butts and meaty cocks. Coach tried to fight it but his life was being rewritten, he wasn’t here to coach wrestling he was here to suck as many dicks as possible and hopefully get a few loads shot up his perky ass as well. The previously straight man was clearly having a difficult time trying to digest the new life that was being projected on him. You could tell by the tears streaming down his face as he got to his knees and watched as a thick eight incher was waved in his face. The coach never had a chance, his new life a twinky slut had started and as soon as the cock touched his lips he was forced to the back of his mind.

Kyle was horrified as he watched his previous coach hungrily suck and choke on the fat cocks in front of him. Yet, Kyle was even more worried when he felt his own body return to him. Like moving through thick mud Kyle forced his body to move and fight its way through the green smoke, pushing through the fog Kyle saw his hands emerge from the green haze and with a little more effort Kyle fell to the floor, free. Kyle looked down and saw that he was dressed in his own wrestling singlet but he didn't have time to ponder that as he saw his previous coach about to bottom for the first time, he quickly hurried out of the changing room. As Kyle ran out he bumped straight into the referee he had seen this same day hours before.

“Ah Perfect we do have a competitor from this school. There was me thinking I’d have to cancel everything. Come along your needed for the first match” The referee said, grabbing Kyle by his arm and leading him to the centre ring.

Kyle didn’t really understand what was happening until he saw the empty bench the coach had been looking at before. The team now only had one wrestler now and that was him! One was now a dumb as a brick farmboy knee deep in cow dung, while the others only form of exercising was farting and wanking. That meant he no longer had to compete with Tom or Jake, he would never be denied the opportunity to take part by his coach and now he was the best on the team again. Thrilled that he was taking centre stage again Kyle almost completely forgot about his rivals and coach who were now trapped in their own personal hells as he marched in front of the crowd and readied to wrestle. This is what he had been dreaming about, this is what he desired, he wanted to be the best again and now he could be. Kyle was riding high as he watched his opponent enter the ring, however Kyle wasn’t feeling as confident when he saw the green smoke had also entered the arena. Once again Kyle found himself frozen, stuck staring as the green smoke wafted its way over to his opponent and absorbed into his body. Almost instantaneously the smoke took effect as the previously average sized wrestler opposite Kyle started growing. Growing in height, growing in muscle mass, growing a bigger cock and a bigger ass, by the time the guy had stopped growing he must have been six foot eight and weighed well over 300 pounds of muscle, while his thick ten inch cock and bull balls stretched the strained singlet. Kyle whimpered as he looked up at the literal giant, who absentmindedly scratched his now huge chunky muscle butt before letting out a gross fart that only seemed to affect Kyle and that was true. In fact only Kyle could see any of the changes, from outside of that wrestling ring both men looked the same but for Kyle his opponent was now a muscle monster with a hygiene problem.

When the referee blew his whistle Kyle’s first thought was to run, but he didn't even take a step before the huge muscle man grabbed him and threw him to the floor and sat his huge ass on Kyle’s head. The match then continued like this for several long humiliating minutes, Kyle was forced under the huge ass, his face squeezed by the muscular cheeks, he was then bent upwards and his face was buried in the giant balls of his competitor before then wrapped around his back where Kyle’s face was pushed into his rank armpits. The match finally ended when the behemoth literally flattened the squealing Kyle, crushing him under the 300 pound bulk.

For the rest of the day Kyle competed in five other matches that all had the same outcome, crushed and embarrassed in front of a crowd. It seems while Kyle got his wish that he would always be the best wrestler on his team, it didn't mean he would ever actually win. From now on everytime Kyle would step into the ring to face an opponent, they would blow up to obscene sizes and crush and humiliate him. However to the rest of the world it always appeared that Kyle was being beaten by normal wrestlers, no one would ever know the torment he faced as yet another 300 pound giant crushed his face under their huge ass and let a gross protein fart erupt up his nose. Kyle soon found out quitting and running away wasn’t an option, if he avoided a match the green smoke would simply transport him there, dressed and ready. What’s more with no other viable wrestlers and no coach to properly manage him Kyle was forced by the university to take part in every match at every opportunity. Kyle would never win a match again, he would always be crushed and defeated in front of hundreds of people. Even after graduating Kyle still found himself transported to matches all across the country where he would lose and be crushed over and over again. Kyle’s life would revolve around being beaten and humiliated and the sport he had loved so much was now his own personal hell.