Holiday

 

Tyler smiled and posed for the picture as the sun shone down on him and the Brighton seafront. He was having the best time on vacation in England and the pier at Brighton along with the warm sand, blue sea and jolly atmosphere, made everything so picturesque and quaint. This town was so different from the busy, American cities he had spent most of his life in. The quaint little shops and cafes were a world away from the 24//7 convenience stores or line down the street bagel shops. Tyler couldn’t help but smile as a group of girls caught his eye and giggled to each other. At 6'2 with sun kissed skin, rippling abs from years of gym dedication, a chiseled jawline, and tousled dark hair the 28-year-old cocky stud had fallen head over heels for this quirky British seaside town and all the attention he was getting. Tyler stood in awe and began to picture himself living here. The salty breeze and the sweet smell of doughnuts and candy floss tickled his nose, the sounds of arcades and seagulls, the endless stretch of pebble beach and calm sea just made everything so perfect.


"Fuck, this place is perfect," Tyler muttered to himself, a smug grin plastered over his handsome face. "I wish I could stay here forever." 

Suddenly from out of no one a plume of dark emerald green smoke erupted above him and then plunged Tyler and his body in smokey darkness. Tyler flailed wildly as tried to escape the green fog, he coughed and choked as he struggled to breathe until as quickly as it appeared the smoke dissipated and Tyler was left terrified and confused. No longer was he standing on the pier, no longer could he hear the waves crash and smell the scent of fish and chips, but instead he found himself in a void. An endless grey void where as he looked down found he now wearing only his shorts. 

Tyler shivered as a cold chill ran over him as fear began to take over his senses as a menacing voice spoke from the void.


“You wish to stay here forever, then I shall grant your wish”


“What do you mean? Where am I? What’s going on?” Tyler shouted back desperate for answers but the voice chose to ignore them.


“Your American voice, your American looks, that American body…all of it must go if you wish to stay”


Tyler’s voice quivered as he spoke “It was just a phrase, I don’t really want to stay. Please could you tell me what is going on? Where am I an-”


Tyler was quickly cut off as a wisp of green smoke darted across the void and directly down his throat. Tyler choked and gasped as he held his neck as a gentle burn emanated from his throat and began to spread to his face.

Tyler tried to shout and yell for help but all that gave out was a quiet wheeze, Tyler fell onto all fours as he couldn’t stop coughing and spluttering while his face grew hot. After a minute Tyler’s throat cleared and he was left catching his breath on the floor. As he took deep breaths he realised that the floor on this void was clear and almost reflective, he could see his stunned face, his red cheeks and scared eyes. However, something else caught his eye as he looked at his reflection, was his hair looking lighter or did it look slightly redder? Tyler looked at himself as he watched his dark hair suddenly ignite with unnatural color, the dark strands shifting root to tip into a fiery ginger hue, vibrant and unnatural like cheap dye gone wrong. “What the fuck is happening!” Tyler shouted while not taking his eyes from his reflection as his hands touched at his new ginger hair.


The thick, silky hair then straightened slightly, losing its effortless style as the pigment flooded in, leaving him with a mop of bright orange. However, it didn’t stay a mop for long as Tyler heard a buzzing in his ears, like a razor, suddenly the hair on his sides was gone and shaved down to his scalp! Tyler grabbed at his head to see whether his reflection was telling the truth and felt his shaven scalp not just at the sides but a thick defined line raced all the way around his head. Like a fade done by a terrible home barber, Tyler now had a defined line of shaved hair from the sides down and his now bright orange straight hair on top. Tyler then heard snips in his ears and he waved his hands in the air as if to shoo the invisible scissors away, yet this did nothing as his hair was thinned out considerably and a blunt fringe line was cut. Tyler looked down in disbelief at the awful mixture of a fade and bowl cut he was given, it made his head look oddly shaped and unattractive. The cut was down poorly and could not be styled to look anything other than what it was!


“What is this!!!!” Tyler screamed “Make it stop!” Panic shuddered through his body as his face felt hotter and as he touched it, his features felt soft and malleable. Tyler’s face grew hotter still as his features suddenly felt foreign and his things started to shift.


It started in his nose as it began swelling and broadening with a sharp crack, the once straight, refined bridge puffing out into a bulbous, wide shape that dominated his face, complete with flared nostrils that made him look perpetually sneering. Tyler clutched at it, feeling the cartilage expand under his touch, the reflection on the floor giving the impression that his nose had been broken more than once! The changes intensified on his mouth as his lips plumped up dramatically, his confident smirk forever gone as the lips started inflating into full, pouty cushions that glistened unnaturally, almost like they'd been injected with filler but in the cheapest, most exaggerated way. They parted slightly on their own, giving him an involuntary dumb, mouth breather look, where drool could leak out at any moment. Even as panic filled his eyes, Tyler licked them instinctively, tasting the new thickness, and shuddered. “This can’t be happening! This can’t be real” Tyler yelled as he watched his fat lips move as he spoke. His ears then painfully burned as they started to grow at an alarming speed. Tyler grimaced in pain as the ears started stretching and protruding outward with a burning pull, growing larger and more prominent until they stuck out comically from the sides of his head like handles, wide and floppy against his ginger hair. He tugged at one in the reflection, feeling the cartilage warp under his fingers, they were now the more prominent feature on his face which was saying a lot with his swollen lips, bulbous nose and bright orange hair! Lastly Tyler felt the heat drain away from his face and as it left his body so did his complexion. As if putting out the fire that burned at his changes it also washed away any pigment or tan that he had before, leaving him as pale as a ghost and ready to get a sunburn. Tyler looked down at the rest of his body as he saw his colour drain away, giving him the more sickly look of a person that never left the house. Tyler then felt something cold appear around his neck and his hands grabbed at a cheap fake gold chain that was already rubbing off green onto his skin.

Tyler stayed frozen for a while as he looked back at a face that was not his own but instead was looking at some dumb, ugly pale loser with cheap shitty hair style and cheap ugly chain. All Tyler wanted was for answers but as he was about to speak the green wisp of smoke burped from his mouth leaving his vocal chords charred and fried so when he spoke an entirely different voice and accent came out. What Tyler intended to say was


"What the heck just happened? What are you doing to me? Please change me back, this isn't my face!"


But what came out instead was in a thick, squeaky, phlegmy accent.


“Oi what the fuckin’ hell’s gone on ‘ere?! What you playin’ at you fuckin’ nonce?! Change me back you bellend, I’m beggin’ ya! This ain’t my fuckin’ face, you’ve proper fucked me up!”


Tyler quickly clasped his hands over his plump foreign lips as the ugliest British accent warped his speech, adding in extra curse words and dropping letters to make him sound dumb and angry. Tyler tried to speak again his words were supposed to be "That's not my voice! Why do I sound like that! I sound like a moron! PLEASE CHANGE IT BACK!"


But once again the words he wanted to say came through a dumb British thug’s voice changer as it squeaked from his plump lips.


“Oi what the fuck?! This ain’t my fuckin’ voice bruv! Why do I sound like a right fuckin’ mong?! I sound like a proper thick cunt now, what the hell?! CHANGE IT THE FUCK BACK YOU WANKER, I’M BEGGIN’ YA! I can’t be walkin’ round soundin’ like this you twat!”


Tyler hated every syllable that exited his mouth, he just liked being on vacation he didn’t want to be some ugly dumb English chav! Before Tyler could continue to argue back in his new voice the green smoke returned, Tyler wanted to run but there was no escape in the endless void as it encircled his new pale body.
 

Once the smoke cleared Tyler instantly felt weaker, the energy he normally felt drained and his body started to ache and feel sluggish. Tyler looked down at himself to see his chest starting to deflate, his abs starting to fade and his arms and legs rapidly slimming down. Tyler grabbed at his muscles to try and top them from vanishing but it was useless. His legs became thin and spindly, never useful for sports or running ever again. His biceps deflated until his arms were just as thin as his legs, only the bare amount of muscles was left and would look pitiful if he ever tried to flex. His chest became flat, his abs faded and his ribs started to show through his thinning physique. His face became more gaunt and along with his pale complexion made him look even more unwell. His body had diminished, the proud muscles he'd built over years had melted away leaving just waves of weakness. Tyler hated how he looked, he was now weak, lanky, and utterly unimpressive. However, it wasn’t only his body that had changed, a flash of pain spiked his brain and new invasive, stronger memories started playing in his head, overwriting knowledge and a life he had lived before.


Tyler’s mind was flooded by memories of nights chugging cheap lager from cans in the park, greasy handfuls of chicken nuggets scoffed down at 3 am from a kebab shop, followed by bars of chocolate and bags of sweets. Tyler shook his head but his new diet was cemented into his brain and started infecting his other memories. Tyler’s diet became limited to only a few foods, chips, cheese, chicken nuggets, crisps, chocolate and sweets. While he only drank cheap beer or rancid energy drinks that rotted his teeth. Nothing he consumed had any nutrients making him always tired, lethargic and lazy. Tyler found his body did not enjoy eating except those small amounts of foods which he could only stomach for a while meaning he was always thin and close to underweight making him look weedy and weak. Tyler’s brain told him that was how it always had been but he could still picture his handsome American frat bro look but now that seemed more like a fantasy rather than his actual reality!

“Bruv I look fuckin’ weak as piss now! What the fuck is this?! Please mate ya gotta stop this shit right now yeah?! I can’t be doin’ this no more, I’m fuckin’ beggin’ ya! I don’t wanna live ‘ere anymore, I luv my proper American life innit! Just make this fuckin’ nightmare stop you ear me! OUCH That fuckin ‘urt!” Tyler shouted as painful pricks stabbed areas of his skin and soon started to darken. At first Tyler thought it was blood but as the area turned darker and darker, a picture started to form of a lion and Tyler knew now that it was much worse, he was now getting tattoos and nearly all of his body was stinging.


A sharp, burning pain seared across his skin like a thousand needles, black ink blooming as a vast amount of tattoos started to appear on nearly every part of his body. First on his pale chest erupted a massive lion tattoo, roaring crudely while next to it the word "LAD" was scrawled in block letters. The designs were cheap and uneven like prison art or they had been done by a friend at home, far from anything professional and still they staining more and more of Tyler’s pale skin. Then his stomach twisted as across his skinny belly stretched the words "money makes me smile" in jagged script, stretching taut over his diminished abs. Tyler screamed inwardly at the pain and the humiliation of the idiotic words and ugly pictures that now blemished his body. Next on his arm came a staffie dog and barbed wire, while on the other marajuana leaves, stacks of cash and pound signs were scribbled over his skin. Tyler yelped as one of his ass cheeks stung as a pair of plump, cartoonish lips inked right on one pale cheek, with "kiss my" arched underneath in bold, trashy font, the whole thing cheap and provocative like a bad tramp stamp but on his rear. The pain settled after the tattoos finished with flags, roses and crowns filing up the spaces on his legs. Tyler didn’t even want to look at himself, he looked ridiculous. Like a small, pale, angry thug that would be more at home in prison. 

Tyler flinched as the green smoke once again returned but this time it did not attack his body as his shorts began to change and new clothes and accessories started appearing on his body. It started when a flash, oversized but most importantly fake, gold watch clamped onto his bony wrist, heavy and gaudy with fake diamonds that sparkled falsely. Everyone would notice it and everyone knew that it was worthless and had been bought at a cheap market stall. Next his fingers ached as chunky gold rings appeared on his fingers, the cheap metal and gems making them uncomfortable to wear properly. Tyler tried to take them off but they seem fused to his body, it seems that along with his body his accessories were now permanently a part of him. Tyler then felt an itching in his crotch as he pulled at his shorts he no longer saw his designer underwear but instead they had been replaced by dirty, stained, cheap, white underwear. A pair that had come from a cheap multi-pack that now has a hideous brown stain along the back that made his asshole itch. His shorts then lengthed and the fabric turned to worn polyester, it was scratchy and ill fitting on his bony hips. Stains and tears then ruined his new tracksuit bottoms as mud, paint, oil and other filth stained them. His filthy lower half was then finished with a pair of scuffed white trainers that had seen better days. They reeked of sweat and looked like they had been worn for years and years prior to them appearing on Tyler’s feet. A half-smoked cigarette appeared between his thin fingers and suddenly the smell and taste of cheap tobacco hung in the air and clung to his tongue. Tyler then found himself instinctively spitting out a thick mucus blob as the craving for his cigarette gnawed at him. 

Tyler’s brain then received the familiar painful flashes as new memories were created and his old ones were destroyed. Memories of him smoking from his teeanager years, his teeth and finger tips yellow and now a constant craving for a fag between his lips. His new habit and clothes was then explained by his upbringing, no longer did he grow up with a lovely, middle class family in the city with a spacious townhouse. Instead Tyler now grew up without his father, in a cramped, smelly council flat. Tyler lived off the state on benefits, he had no money to buy nice things as bought cheap, shitty knock offs to try and impress the ladies but it never worked. He had left school early as learning was too hard for him and instead just spent his day smoking, loitering and drinking. When he did find work it was cash in hand at the local construction sites where he would be bossed around and take home meager sums of cash which often vanished as he needed to spend it on his dumb little brothers after his mum had long since left them.


Tyler hit the side of his head as his old life was taken away from him and a new one replaced it. The last part has been the biggest blow as he has always been an only child and never had to care for anyone but himself but now new memories were growing, memories of little brothers that he had looked after, feeding them, clothing them, bathing them and changing their nappies but that was when he was younger. He was 28 now and his little brothers had both just turned 20 and could no longer be described as little.

The world shuddered as two colossal figures materialised beside Tyler out of green smoke, his two identical little brothers, his two identical 6'6" brothers that now towered over him menacingly. Tyler gulped as he looked up at the sheer giant size of his new family, each a wall of powerlifter bulk with massive chests heaving with muscle layered in soft fat, tree-trunk arms, thick necks, and bellies that bulged outwards. They dwarfed Tyler’s weak, skinny frame and memories of him skipping meals so they could eat entered his head. Both had mean faces with shaved heads, just like him they were covered in cheap tattoos and wore similarly worn clothes. New memories solidified in Tyler’s brain as much as he tried to fight it; these were his little brothers Ben and Barry. Both were 20and built like tanks, dumber than rocks, spending days eating endless takeaways and lifting whatever they could find while he, the scrawny older bro, played parent. He fed them, washed their clothes, got them out of trouble and waited on them constantly. This was humiliating enough for Tyler but his brothers were not grateful for their dutiful big brother, no instead they saw him as pathetic, a punching bag, a wimp to push around and bully and Tyler would just take it all.


Tyler then tried to run but Ben and Barry grabbed his arms effortlessly lifting him and keeping him in place. Ben then turned to Tyler and said “Time to go home Ronnie”


“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Tyler screamed as his head pounded Tyler’s as his name was changed and his surroundings began to blur. With a ripple of reality, the void gave way to form a dingy, smelly council flat. The stench of stale smoke, old pizza boxes, and damp walls hung in the air, while the walls of the tiny one bed and one bath flat appeared to be closing in around Tyler now Ronnie. Ben and Barry then threw their big brother to the floor, Tyler yelped as he fell to his knees and looked up as his brother flanked him, their massive bodies pressing close, laughing with deep, stupid guffaws.

"Oi, big bro! What the fuck you doing down there! I know you look hungry" Ben barked, shoving Tyler hard on the grubby carpet and looking at Barry. Barry grinned, happy to join in as both turned around in unison, pointing their tracksuit bottoms at Tyler to shove their enormous, fat, chubby asses into his face. The sweaty and hairy cheeks sandwiched his face between the oversized bums and memories ignited in Tyler’s brain of what he was about to experience and would do on the daily. 

"NOOOO PLEASE BRUV, NOT THE FART SANDWICH! PLEASE NO, DON’T MAKE ME SMELL THAT SHIT AGAIN!" Tyler yelled in dismay. 

Both brother’s smiled and tensed as a synchronised blast of ass gas erupted from both massive butts directly in Tyler’s face. The smell was raw, hot and of pure shit making Tyler gag and his eyes water as he felt like crying as his brother's laughter drowned out his wretching and sobs. The fermented stench of cheap beer and nuggets engulfed him as they wiggled their butts mockingly.
 

"What's for tea then Ronnie?" they chorused, still laughing, their powerlifter frames quaking with amusement while Tyler's new chav life was sealed. Tears stung his pale eyes as he knelt there, ginger bowl-cut head bowed, gold chain heavy, tattoos itching, tracksuit rumpled, the cigarette now lit in his trembling hand. His American self was gone forever and was replaced by this scrawny, pale, tattooed chav trapped in poverty and bullied by his massive dumb brothers in this filthy flat.


As Tyler choked and gagged on the endless fart cloud, a final sickening ripple surged through his bones, one final humiliation before his new life was complete. Tyler saw his brother getting bigger, while his frame was compressing. With a sharp, cracking pull that made him shrink right there on his knees, his height dropped to a pathetic 5 '4, his limbs shortening, his spine curving inward slightly so he looked even smaller, frailer, and more childlike next to his "little" brothers. At the exact same moment, Ben and Barry's already colossal butts ballooned outward even more massively, the pale cheeks swelling like rising dough, growing thicker, heavier, and wider until they were truly enormous jiggling orbs that strained and almost split the seams of their tracksuit bottoms. Then to punctuate the final change both brothers unleashed luds, spluterring, wet farts that burned at Tyler's eyes, nose and throat, his pitiful gaging drowned out by his cruel brother laughing.

"Hope you enjoyed your shit sandwich, me and Ben will make you another soon! Now get up you little maggot and fix us some scran!” Barry shouted.


“Oi cunt don’t forget to wash our gym kit from yesterday. Them shorts are proper rank after we lifted all day, and ya know we can't be arsed with the machine. And sort the flat out, yeah? Hoover up this mess, take the bins down, and make sure the bog's clean 'cause Barry shat it up again." Ben grinned dumbly, scratching his fat belly.

Tyler, now Ronnie dutiful, stood and scurried to the kitchen reeking of shit and crying over his the crushing weight of his new British chav life he would live in forever, nothing but shit, shame, and servitude from now on, with his two dumb giant brothers ruling the roost and his old hot life erased like it had never existed. The Trickster hoped Tyler would enjoy his new life in the beautiful town of Brighton, where sadly he would never smell the sea ever again just his little brothers rank protein farts.