Complaint

 

Ethan was young, arrogant, jacked and a popular social media star. The attention he got from men wanting to be him and the attention he got from women who wanted to sleep with him was something he thrived off and only motivated him further to be the hot, muscular asshole everyone fantasised about. Surpassing nearly 3 millions followers with constant messages of compliments and adoring fans made his ego grow to monstrous proportions. Ethan thought he was the shit, the best looking, the smartest, the fittest and sexist man on the planet. So when he started to receive hate, people criticising his attitude and how he treated his fans and friends, Ethan’s ego wouldn’t allow it. He was a god to be worshipped not to be critiqued or mocked, Ethan fully believed he was a celebrity now and as such he should be treated accordingly. Ethan surrounded himself with people that only supported him and inflated his ego further, blocking anyone else and dismissing them as a hater. However, it still meant he was bombarded with messages in chat and on his posts calling him names or a phony. People started saying he was on steroids because of his killer abs, they said he was stuffing his pants because of his fat 8 incher he had, they even suggested he’d had work done because he looked so hot. Ethan found himself getting angrier and bitter, he would livestream but quickly become frustrated and insult the people following him, calling them losers and pathetic. Sure there were still those that praised him and sent him money and gifts. They were his true fans, the only ones he cared about, the ones that were helping to create the monster that Ethan was becoming.


Ethan’s online persona soon started to bleed into his real life, he started being a jerk to service workers and staff after all he was the one with the following. Soon Ethan felt like he could be an asshole to everyone, after all he never lost followers or sponsors in fact they seemed to enjoy it more when he was his arrogant, narcissistic self so naturally he became a jerk all the time. When he had started to get recognised when he was out partying he loved when people would buy him drinks but hated it when they felt like they could stay and talk to him. When out with friends he would be interrupted by people wanting to take photos or pose for them, or pop his pecs and there was no way he was doing that for free. Ethan became particular about who could approach him; whoever he felt wasn’t good looking enough, rich enough and connected enough was sent away with an insult or mocking comment. Ethan had become a monster and his arrogance had attracted a green trickster demon. 

 

Ethan had just started a live stream and was telling his followers about the girl he fucked last night in the back of his new sports car, yet the number of viewers was pretty low. He decided to wait until more people were on so he could fill them all in on the gross details not caring about the girl as long as he got to show off. However, as he waited the numbers didn’t increase like normal and his chat was getting tired of waiting. Soon, the hate messages started to flow in, Ethan tried to dismiss them but soon it became tedious, then annoying and now it was making him mad.


“Fuck you! I ain’t never had a nose job and yes this is a real fucking Rolex. You poor fuckers just ain’t seen anything like it!” Ethan yelled at his phone complaining to his fans as the background turned green for a second and more hate and criticism flooded his feed. Ethan continued to argue back and call names, calling them ugly, losers, pathetic, low lifes and whores until he eventually blurted out his wish “Fuck, I wish I didn’t have so many loser fake followers!”


A burst of green smoke erupted from his phone as a devilish laugh echoed around him, Ethan tried to move but as he breathed in the smoke his body almost hardened and paralysed until he was frozen in place in front of his phone in a cocky double bicep pose.


Until unable to move Ethan looked around for help and back at his phone that was still livestreaming, the messages still flooding in with 296k viewers all wondering why he was not moving and pulling a dumb pose. Ethan tried to call out but his mouth remained still, his voice silenced, even when he tried to scream when the green smoke appeared behind his phone and a green man dressed in an emerald suit materialised behind the camera.


“Good evening Ethan. I am so glad you made your wish and I will be happy to fulfill it.” The Trickster spoke calmly but the sinister grin on his face made his intentions clear. The Trickster then peered to look at the phone and the chat messages flowing “Oh my it does seem like you have a lot of losers and fakes following you, I will be happy to trim the fat for you”. The Trickster then pulled up a chair behind the camera and rubbed his hands together “Let’s start by exposing these fakes shall we?”


*SNAP


The Trickster smiled as he clicked his fingers while Ethan remained petrified and frozen, he then started to feel colder, like there was a draft. Ethan tried to look down but his head was stuck looking forward instead his eyes were drawn to his phone and what he saw made him even more frightened. No longer was Ethan dressed in his designer gym shirt that showed off his pecs or his designer pants that cost him a couple of thousand, instead he was left in just his jewellery and briefs, his fat bulge on display and his gold Rolex glistening in the light. Now Ethan wasn’t ashamed of his body, quite opposite he was very proud of his muscles and the huge dick in his underpants but being suddenly exposed to thousands of people can leave anyone a little flustered. Ethan found himself blushing as he tried to move to cover himself up, he tried to move to get away from this terrifying green man that had stripped him with a click of his fingers, he tried to move to turn off his phone as he watched the viewer count increase while he still awkwardly posed in front them. Yet, Ethan still remained frozen and watching himself on his phone as more people joined and commented on his muscles, his pecs and package. Ethan knew he should be more concerned about the situation with the stranger in front of him but his ego would not allow him to ignore the comments. The majority were very positive, lots of gay men and young women thirsting over his physique and begging him to pull down his briefs, some guys complimenting on his build and only a couple of people talking about steroids or filters. Ethan was quite pleased and was a bit disappointed he hadn’t thought of stripping more often to boost his viewer count, however Ethan couldn’t enjoy the praise he was receiving as the green man soon snapped him back to reality and the dire situation he now found himself in. 

“Oh dear look at all these comments about your body - ‘Great pecs!’ ‘Hot bod!!’ ‘I want to lick your abs!” - I see what you mean about all these fake followers. No matter, I'm sure I can get rid of them all!” The Trickster smiled with glee as he turned back to Ethan who was desperately trying to speak.


Ethan was yelling internally, he wanted this sort of engagement, people praising him and complimenting him! After having his clothes stripped with a snap, the last thing Ethan wanted was for his huge following to disappear just as quickly. Ethan tried hard to move, to get his lips to speak so he could reason with the green man in front of him, he watched hopelessly as he raised his hand and positioned his fingers.


‘PLEASE STOP! NO I have worked so hard to get this many followers to achieve this success please don’t make it go away!’ Is what Ethan wanted to shout but sadly he still remained frozen and only a pained look in his eyes could be seen by his viewers and the green man in front of him.


*SNAP


Ethan’s eyes quickly darted to the viewer number of the screen dreading the number that was there but to his surprise it was still just as high as it was before. Ethan was about to sigh in relief when his eyes met that of the green demon opposite him, the eyes that were glowing and made him uneasy. Ethan knew something wasn’t right but he couldn’t put his finger on it, he looked around and at his phone but the numbers seemed to be the same, the comments were positive and he looked good although his abs did look less defined. Ethan then looked more closely at his stomach, he normally had a very toned six pack but now he could barely see it and did his chest look smaller? Ethan couldn’t look away as he watched in terror as his god like body seemed to disappearing before his very eyes, his biceps that were huge boulders were deflating like balloons, his chest and pecs he would pop so often seemed to have sunk back into his chest, while his string legs had lost all definition and made him look thin and gangly. Ethan looked back at the green man and his devilish smile and shouted internally for him to stop but his muscles all seemed to fade faster. Ethan moaned as his arms and legs became weaker and even holding the double bicep pose he was frozen in became more challenging as he lost more and more muscle mass. His chest and stomach lost all definition giving him a thin almost malnourished look, while his face became gaunt and his Rolex now felt more like a weight pulling down his wrist. Within a minute Ethan had gone from 220 pounds of muscles to a pitiful 120 pounds of skin and bones. Ethan’s arms burned as he tried to hold them up, his weak frame unable to hold the pose even with magic to help him! Ethan looked at himself and then quickly to the comments, no one was complimenting, some mocked his bony physique, others compared him to a pre-pubescent teen but most were just concerned for his health. Ethan then looked to his viewers and saw the number had finally started to drop, is this what the green man had planned/ To sabotage his following by taking his muscles! However, Ethan looked at his skinny body and to the green man, he noticed his smile had not faded and he was still watching, almost waiting, waiting for Ethan’s stomach to let out a loud gluttonous rumble.


Ethan had never heard his body make such a noise, it was like a beast in a cave hunting the foolish people who had dared to enter, however the beast inside of Ethan was hungry for something different. As Ethan quickly realised as he looked at himself in his phone, his new bony body was already looking softer. Ethan was sent into a frenzy trapped inside his own body as he watched his belly start to grow, his chest expand once more and his arms and legs inflate but not with the muscle he had spent years growing but with heavy, dense gelatinous fat! Ethan struggled hard against his own frozen body as he was forced to watch himself grow fatter, he much preferred having a flat stomach to one that now bulged outwards and ripple with fat.His chest grew plump as his nipples grew wider until to generous man tits rested on his growing gut. His weak arms and legs did not regain any strength but instead became harder to move as they swelled with fat, his thighs pushed together, his wrist swelled until his rolex was now digging into his soft chub. Ethan roared in anguish as he watched his belly start to droop and sag as more and more pounds piled on, no longer would he be able to look down and see his cock or his toes instead just his mountainous gut and jiggling moobs. Ethan watched as his body wobbled as fat accumulated on every part of him, his bulge looked smaller as his cock was absorbed by his fat pad, his finger grew round and sausage like, his butt dimpled and widened while his face softened and soon sunk into the growing fat. Ethan wanted to scream as he watched his perfect jawline disappear under a double chin, his cheeks growing puffy and his eyes looking beadier as he went from underweight to morbidly obese in a matter of moments. When the fat finally stopped expanding all Ethan could hear was his own laboured breathing as even just standing was tiring now. Ethan wasn’t even moving and he swore his belly jiggled, he estimated he must weigh around 300 pounds now, his body now taking up much of the view on his phone. Ethan couldn’t help himself as we watched his viewer count drop dramatically but still people commented a couple of people admired his size, a few still echoed concern but most were just hurtful and Ethan couldn’t help but agree as he looked at his reflection he was now a weak, fat, fuck.

Ethan’s eyes then darted back to the evil green suited man behind the camera, the thing that had taken his body and muscles and left him weak and obese. Rage burned inside him as he willed his body to move so he could pummel the smug expression off the smiling man. Over half of his following was now gone and Ethan was determined not to lose the rest of them. If only he could speak he could shout for help or communicate to his followers to send the police to his home but instead he was still frozen in place, his new obese body on proud display.


“Hmmm now that’s got rid of those fake followers who were only interested in your body but look at these comments ‘sexy big bear’ ‘Cute hair’ ‘Tall fat and handsome’ I see there are still lots more fakes we need to get rid of!” Trickster cheered with glee and happily snapped his fingers once more.


‘FUCK YOU! Give me back my body you asshole! Turn me back or I will fuciking kill you!’ Is what Ethan wanted to scream but instead his voice remained locked away and he was unable to do anything as he heard the next…


*SNAP


Ethan had no time to react as this time the changes were much more obvious this time as a terrible itching radiated from his head. Ethan quickly looked at his phone and watched as his perfectly styled hair started to grow longer but not in any controlled way, it seemed to grow uneven and wild. Ethan watched in anger as his hair that was once sharp and precise with just enough product to hold its effortless style began to grow. The wild strands crept past his ears, then brushed at his neck, the once crisp edges softening into uneven, shaggy layers. What used to be thick and luscious started to thin, its body and shine replaced by brittle, oily hair that clung to his scalp. Strands matted together in lazy clumps, falling across his forehead in greasy curtains that he couldn’t push back, transforming the once young, stylish look into something neglected and wild. Ethan hated the feeling of his hair clinging to his face, it smelt weird and looked horrid. Ethan’s rage only grew more as he watched his followers drop, his anger grew inside and as it did so did the feeling of control he had been missing since the start of his encounter with the green man. Ethan just needed to focus, he needed his body back and he would make the demon pay. 

*SNAP


Ethan was taken aback slightly as he looked in shock at the green man who had not even bothered to warn his victim before inflicting another change. Ethan’s eyes darted over his body looking desperately for what else might change, what would affect his follower count and what would hurt the most. The change became evident when Ethan felt like his phone was moving, like it was growing taller, but sadly this was not the case. A pain rippled through Ethan and it felt like his spine was folding in on itself, while his arms and legs felt enormous pressure pulling them towards his body. Ethan’s anger faded and was quickly replaced by panic as he watched the objects in the room around him grow taller as he started to lose his height. Every inch lost made the world seem bigger and the green man more intimidating. Ethan tried struggling again but without his previous anger to keep him focussed he was far from being in control. Ethan whimpered as his arms pulled in, his hands shrunk while his obese body only seemed to look fatter as he became more compact. Ethan’s feet diminished in size while his legs shortened, Ethan felt himself get lower and lower, his phone previously in line with his waist was now closer to his shoulders. Ethan felt tears well up in his eyes as he looked at the smaller proportion of the screen he took up, how the table and counter tops were all much closer and how he could no longer see on the top shelves around him. When the pain stopped Ethan had lost a foot and a half in height, leaving him at a miniscule 4’ 11 almost a dwarf. Ethan’s fat little body looked even more massive now, his belly now covered up his groin, his thick thighs and fat ass left him in a permanent waddle while his face seemed even more swollen and plump. 

Ethan tried to get his anger back to regain that focus and feeling he needed in order to get control but staring at his short fat little body only made him scared, he just wanted it all to stop for his body to go back to normal! Ethan felt like he wanted to cry when once again he heard the sickening snap of fingers.


‘Please just stop! I want to take back my wish. I just want it to stop! PLEASE!’ Ethan shouted internally to no avail.


*SNAP


This time the change was quick and obvious, a pair of thick rimmed glasses appeared on his chubby face, at first they were blurry and clearly a very strong prescription but soon his eyes began to ache. Very quickly Ethan’s vision worsened until he could now see perfectly through he new chunky, nerdy eyewear, without them he would be practically blind and so they were now a permanent addition to his face along with something metallic and chunky in his mouth. Ethan could only moan as he felt thick heavy braces glue themselves to his teeth, wires, bands and brackets filled his mouth, making it uncomfortable and hard to eat or talk. The dental work had been installed, the tightness causing pain, the oversized brackets pushing out his lips into a weird awkward pout, while drool seemed to pool around the corners making every mouthful and every word spoken wet and guttural. Ethan could not see the last change but he could certainly feel it as a familiar itching returned but not from his head but from between his arse cheeks. Ethan wanted desperately to scratch his butt cheeks as his arse crack erupted with thick, dark, curly hair, much thicker and denser than the hair on his head. The vast amount of hair led his butt to sweat and stink, the tangled mess constantly itching and always demanding a good scratch. The thick forest of thick smelly hair grew to Ethan’s lower back to make sure there was always a river of sweat dripping between his chubby ass cheeks.


Ethan squinted as he got used to his new glasses as he tried to look at the new him, the short, obese, nerd with greasy hair, ill fitting braces and fat hairy arse. Ethan no longer felt angry, he no longer wanted to fight the evil entity behind the camera, instead all he felt was fear and wished that he could speak so that he could beg for mercy. The arrogant muscle jock was no longer and the freak he had become just wanted to be left alone. Ethan dared to look at his phone as only 10 people remained watching him mostly out of curiosity or to make fun of him. Ethan looked at his reflection and then to the green man, surely he had done enough. His following was basically nothing, his muscles gone, his looks destroyed and any semblance of his former self was buried under fat and greasy hair. 

*SNAP


Ethan didn’t even want to look at himself anymore as he heard the Trickster snap once again, what was there left for him to take, to warp, to destroy? Ethan then watched defeat as his designer briefs changed to cheap, scratchy, stained store brand ones. A pair of too tight, cheap trousers materialised around his lower body while a sweaty stained shirt buttoned itself up round his belly. The clothes were too tight and did nothing to hide his man tits and fat arse, this was made worse as a pair of suspenders snapped around his body pulling his trousers up higher and giving him a painful wedgie. The gold chain he had worn on his neck fattened to a ugly brown bow tie that strangled his fat neck and was far too tight. Ethan then felt something on his wrist and he looked at his gold Rolex, the last part of his old self. The last symbol of his previous success, success that he got from his muscular body and good looks, his style and beauty. Ethan watched as his gold Rolex changed into a cheap, blocky calculator watch something as ugly and nerdy as he was.


Ethan only wanted to look at the ground and away from his reflection but he was forced to look at his phone as his follower count finally fell to 0. 

The Trickster smiled as he looked at the rotund little dweeb he had created and then he looked at the phone. “There we are, Ethan, all of those fake followers are gone, only the real ones that like you for you remain. It's a shame that there is no one interested in you. But don’t worry, I have a place for you.”


“WAIT PLEASE NO!” Ethan cried


*SNAP


Ethan shook with fear at those last words as his surroundings began to shimmer and blur. The expensive, well-furnished apartment he owned disappeared just like his body and success, dissolving into a haze of ethereal mist like it had all been just an illusion, but Ethan knew it wasn’t. He knew he was once muscular, tall and handsome, he knew he was successful with great hair and millions of fans. Except now it all just seemed out of reach in his mind, like remembering a good dream only for it to escape his memory soon after.


Ethan looked around and saw as his polished hardwood floors, the sleek modern furniture, the panoramic views of the city skyline all vanished in an instant, replaced by a suffocating darkness began to consume him. What materialised around Ethan made him sob uncontrollably, his chubby cheeks quivering as hot tears streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat already beading on his greasy skin. When the surroundings cleared he was in a dingy, musky basement that reeked of stale sweat, mold, and unwashed laundry. The air was thick and humid, heavy with the metallic tang of spilled energy drinks and the greasy residue of countless fast-food wrappers scattered across the grimy stained carpeted floor like discarded dreams. A smelly cot bed sagged in one corner, its thin mattress stained with mysterious yellow blotches and covered in crumpled sheets that hadn't seen a wash in months. Next to it hunched a rickety computer setup: a dusty tower humming faintly under a desk cluttered with half-empty soda cans, crumpled tissues, and a keyboard sticky with dried cum. The walls were plastered with lewd anime posters, all of them busty girls with exaggerated curves, their tits spilling out of skimpy outfits, eyes wide and inviting in a way that now filled Ethan with a twisted mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal. No windows pierced the gloom; the only light came from a single flickering fluorescent bulb overhead. It was a tomb, a prison tailored to his new form, and the realisation hit him like a punch to his flabby gut.

 

Ethan's knees buckled and he collapsed onto the cot, the frame creaking under his newfound weight. He looked down at himself, his hands trembling as they roamed over his transformed body. Ethan tried to remember what he use to be, his once lean, muscular frame was gone. Instead it was replaced with layers of soft, jiggling fat, his belly protruded like a doughy mound, rolls spilling over the waistband of his ill-fitting pants. His arms were short and pudgy, ending in stubby fingers that fumbled clumsily. At barely five feet tall, he felt like a freakish troll stuffed into clothes that strained against his bulk. His hair greasy and sticking to his skin, while his ass had a constant miasma of dirty, sweaty musk. Every wobble and jiggle, every faint scent of B.O, every waddle, every lispy word, every glimpse at his reflection was a reminder of what he'd lost just because he was complaining about a few followers.


Despair gripped Ethan, the confident influencer, the guy who commanded rooms and beds with ease was gone and had been reduced to this pathetic, smelly lump. Ethan looked at the source of his misery, the green devil that still smiled at him evilly. Ethan didn’t know if he should scream, rage, or beg but all that came out was a pitiful whimper.


“Pwease, I don’t want this lwife. Pwease change me back.” Ethan begged.


The Trickster stepped forward through the mess, kicking aside a crumpled burger wrapper with a flourish, his smile widening into something predatory. “Don’t be sad Ethan this is your new home, a place fit for a short, horny, fat, smelly nerd. I know it will be a little different from your previous life but at least there will not be any fake followers, in fact there will never be any now! I’m afraid from now on you won’t be in front of the camera showing off to followers and creating videos for your fans. However, you will be editing a lot of other people's stuff. As Flipside’s newest editor, it will be your job to make sure all the videos look great. You can watch all the muscular, arrogant guys fuck the sexiest girls while you remember that used to be just like them. Then when you’re not editing, you will have all the time in the world to jerk it to the anime titties you now love so much… and you will be jerking it a lot, especially with my little gift.”


Ethan's eyes widened in terror as a familiar tingling erupted in his groin, a warm, insistent pulse that spread like wildfire. His hands flung to his cock instinctively, clutching at the fabric of his pants as if he could stop whatever was coming. “No, pwease—anything but my cock!” he pleaded, his lisp mangling the words into something even more pathetic.


But as he grabbed his dick, he didn’t feel it shrink or wither away. Instead, it swelled, pushing against his palm with unnatural vigor. It felt bigger, impossibly so. Ethan's breath caught in his throat, a mix of horror and unwanted excitement bubbling up as he pawed at his tight tan pants, fumbling to reach inside his underwear. The clothes were too awkward, too constricting around his pudgy frame, the zipper straining against his belly. He could only watch in stunned silence as the outline of his cock grew beneath the fabric, snaking down his trouser leg like a living serpent. It thickened, lengthened, pulsing with each heartbeat until it was gargantuan, a freakish monstrosity that reached his knee, thicker than a beer can, veined and throbbing with an insistent need. Ethan groaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed his anguish, as his fat cock ballooned into something obscene, a horse like appendage, heavy and unwieldy. It begged to be touched, the skin hypersensitive, every brush of fabric sending jolts of pleasure and pain through him. With his short stature, there was no hiding it; it looked like a third leg, bulging grotesquely, impossible to conceal under any clothing. He'd need two hands just to wrap around its girth, and even then, it would demand more. The anguish hit him like a truck, this wasn't a gift; it was a curse. His stubby little form now sported this monstrous dick that would forever mark him as a freak. No woman would want him, no normal life could accommodate this.


"Why... why me?" he sobbed, his pudgy fists clenching in futile rage. Ethan turned to the Trickster, ready to beg him to undo it all, to restore his body, his life, his dignity but as he spun around, he was met with nothing but a lonely, empty basement and a fading wisp of green smoke curling toward the ceiling.


The Trickster was gone, leaving Ethan utterly alone in his new hell. He stood stunned for a moment, unable to process the nightmare unfolding, his massive cock twitching impatiently against his thigh, already leaking a sticky precum that soaked through his pants. The silence was broken by a soft ping as an email popped up on his new computer screen with a video attachment, the subject line reading: "Urgent Edit: Raw Footage - Jock's Conquest #47."


Ethan's hands trembled as he clicked it open, drawn by a morbid curiosity that twisted into dread. The video started playing with a young, cocky muscular jock, he was tall, chiseled, with that same arrogant smirk Ethan once wore. He was flexing his bicep while pounding into a blonde bimbo with fake tits and an ecstatic expression. The jock grunted triumphantly, flexing for the camera as he dominated her, the scene a mirror of Ethan's old life. But as he watched his new cock stirred uncontrollably, hardening with a ferocity that made him gasp. The arousal was overwhelming, impossible to ignore, flooding his senses until his mind fogged with need. "No... stop..." he whispered to himself but his body betrayed him. With shaking hands, he ripped off his clothes, the tight shirt tearing slightly over his belly, the pants yanked down to free the beast between his legs. It sprang out, slapping against his thigh with a meaty thud, veined and glistening, demanding attention. Ethan collapsed onto the cot, his flabby body sinking into the stained mattress as he wrapped both pudgy hands around his monster cock. It throbbed in his grip, too thick for his fingers to meet, the skin hot and slick. He stroked frantically, the video playing on loop in the background, the sounds of moans and flesh slapping flesh fueling his torment. Cum built quickly, erupting in thick ropes that splattered across his belly and the floor, but the relief was fleeting, his cock remained hard, insatiable, the Trickster's "gift" ensuring he'd be trapped in an endless cycle of arousal.


In the end Ethan couldn’t fight anymore, the arousal was just too strong and his cock too demanding for him to think about anything else. Rumours would soon spread around the adult industry of the smelly little troll with the monster cock with the best eye for editing porn, yet he remained just a legend as no one had ever seen him and no one ever would.