Generation

 

Jake was a new streamer, he had always loved video games and the thought of playing them all day and making money seemed like the ideal career. However, he was not the only person to have this dream and in a saturated market and with no real charisma or charm to make him stand out, he was really struggling to make progress in his dream career. Jake knew he needed something to make him different, to make him seen, something that would get him featured and promoted. That was why Jake was so intrigued when he received an email with an invitation from a gaming studio called Flipside.


The email offered Jake the chance to be one of the first people to test their new game which he could do while streaming. The game would use him and his likeness to create his character - which was noted to be one of the most realistic and detailed aspects of the game - and then play it as a pioneer. Jake was very intrigued as the studio gave details about a fantasy RPG that had an entire world closely integrated with AI to mean no player had the same experience. All interactions with NPC’s would be different, the world and map was so large that it would be like exploring a whole new planet. Plus players would be allowed to do anything they wanted within the laws of the game, meaning if you wanted to fuck an orc or run a fur pelt business, the player could do that, the possibilities were endless. Jake was thrilled at the prospect and the invitation, the other thing that seemed to be a red flag was a small warning at the bottom that alerted potential players to the immersiveness of the game and the AI’s freedom, but to Jake they both seemed like positives.

Duty

 


The barracks yard was alive with the sharp crack of boots on gravel and the barked commands of drill sergeants. Captain Elias Carmel stood at the edge of the formation, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fresh batch of privates line up like scared rabbits. Beside him was Captain Harlan Rook, a grizzled veteran with a voice like thunder and a reputation for breaking recruits harder than anyone else. Both men had been friends for years, Elias was only visiting the barracks as he was passing through but couldn’t help looking at the new recruits.


"Look at these sorry sacks," Captain Carmel muttered, eyeing the trembling newbies.


“The worst bunch yet I reckon, at least there is one or two with some muscle on them.” Harlan responded looking at the huge 6 '6 private in the centre.


“I know you will give them hell and whip them into shape Harlan. You are legendary for your hazing and getting any recruit ready” Elias smiled before giving a great big sigh and looking at his watch.


“Everything alright Elias?” Harlan said, noticing his friends' change in tone.


“Look’s like I already have to leave, I have to get to the finance and supply meeting.” Elias sighed as he started walking with his friend beside him. “Then another meeting with maintenance, followed by an inventory meeting, then I have several reports and endless paperwork to complete.” Elias said crestfallen as he got closer to his car, he then paused and looked at the line of privates waiting restlessly for Harlan to address them. “You know sometimes I wish I could go back to being a private again, just a rifle, a ruck, and my friends” Elias said but as the final words exited his mouth a burst of green mist erupted in front of him covering himself and Harlan leaving them coughing and spluttering while a faint devilish chuckle of the Trickster echoed out.


When the smoke cleared Elias looked to his friend to see if he was alright, but Harlan stood tall and steadfast as if nothing had happened and instead of a look of concern in his face there was only derision and disgust.

Song 1

 

Graduation

 

Professor Charles Hopper breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the lecture hall, he only had a week's worth of class left to teach before he could finally relax and get back to his true passion, research. In all honesty he hated teaching but the university would only agree to fund his research and projects if he agreed to teach a class. Charles raised his head and began to walk, he made it no secret that he believed the standards of the university had declined especially with the incoming students. Consequently, he had enacted his own personal revenge on the matter by making his class almost impossible to pass. Charles was not willing to allow the mediocre or even the stupid slip and slide their way through this institution to get a degree. Charles loosened his tie and headed back to his office glad to be away from the stares of the gormless youth that had to attend his lectures, he was just leaving the building when he stopped and frowned at the sight before him. It was Blake Ashcroft posing in the most arrogant manner and dressed in the most ridiculous clothes, the cocky meathead had been Charles’s worst student yet and he had taken great pleasure in failing him. Charles folded his arms and looked at Blake, did he think posing and flexing was a way to win him over? It just made him look even more idiotic, Charles could hardly believe that someone who could barely write a 500 word essay was allowed at this university. While Charles was investigating the biochemical effects of a new drug on the human nervous system, Blake was kicking or throwing a ball around or whatever dumb sport he did. It was insulting that both of them attended the same university and regardless of his poor performance in his class Charles would have failed him out of spite anyway. 

The jock was no doubt here to bargain his way into a passing grade, but the narcissistic moron would have better luck getting blood from a stone. After a few seconds Charles began tapping his foot as the jock continued to pose, eventually getting fed up with Blake's little show he finally had to acknowledge the jock’s presence. 

Grow

 

Andrew sighed as he scrolled through his phone, ignoring the text from his long time girlfriend about starting dinner. Slouched down, it wasn’t just his body that was deflated. Andrew's entire life for the last 6 months had just felt stagnant and boring. Work was a dead end with no more room for progression, just sitting at a desk and writing emails to fucking Janine. His friends were all busy with their families, getting married or going travelling, while he was stuck with a relationship he was too comfortable in to actually leave. All he did for fun was binge watch shows and drink beer, Andrew was just stuck in a mindless loop of boredom and mediocrity. Andrew was about to finish his hour long scroll session when an email notification popped up, clicking it he didn’t recognise the organisation that sent it. He couldn’t remember even seeing it or signing up to something called FlipsideFans, it was probably just spam but the title of the email had gotten his attention. It read ‘Expand and grow your horizons. Be the best you!’ Andrew smiled either it was coincidence or serendipity but either way Andrew opened the email not seeing the wisp of green smoke encircle his feet.


Andrew was not expecting much from the spam email but the more he read the more intrigued he became in FlipsideFans.



Dear Andrew


We know how you feel, life not going anywhere and no room to grow! It’s time to make a change and a big one! Joining FlipsideFans allows you to grow and change in ways you could never have imagined, you’ll feel like a whole new you! By signing up and becoming part of the FlipsideFans family you can put your life on a whole new path by making new relationships, changing up your looks and making a whole lot of money in the process. Join today for a LIFETIME of Flipside fun!


Go on Andrew make the change! Just say ‘I wish to be part of the Flipside family!’


We look forward to working with you.

T



Andrew was confused as there was no link to a website and no more information about the company, it just asked you to say that you wanted to be a part of the family. Andrew was hesitant as his lips opened to speak but then he soon became dismissive and felt ridiculous. Andrew was just about to put away his phone when a wisp of green smoke rushed past his nostrils and for a moment he felt more relaxed, more open and for a split second his inhibitions faded which was just enough time for his body to say out loud ‘I wish to be part of the Flipside family’.

I'm not a genie!

 

A bad deal

 

New game!

 

Something funny?

 

Ben smiled as he saw the two drunk chav lads stagger around barely holding their beers and their trackies up. They looked a mess but were clearly having a good time as they started chanting a footie song. Ben was the total opposite to them, he was stylish, polite, middle class, educated and he couldn’t help but laugh at the lads loutish behaviour. However, it seemed that he chuckled a little bit too loud as both the men suddenly turned to face him.


“Is there something FUCKING funny?!” The skin head said as he started walking towards Ben.


“You’s laughing at us? You FUCKING Prick!” The one is the cap said getting louder and more violent.


“No no no I was jus-” Ben started to stammer out before he was swiftly punched in the gut bringing him to his knees.

“If you want something to laugh about then, I WILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT” The skin head then grabbed a beer, snorted and spat in it a thick wad of snot. Ben grimaced and tried to stand and get away but was quickly pushed down to his knees, his hair grabbed and his head tilted back. “ Open wide cunt!”


Ben initially refused and tried to escape but a quick kick to the stomach and a hand painfully grabbing and squeezing his nose shut made Ben gasp for air giving the chavs the perfect opportunity. Ben sobbed as the tainted cheap beer was poured down his throat and he had no choice to swallow. The gross, warm and mostly flat beer bubbled down as Ben was forced to swallow or risk drowning on the disgusting drink. Ben felt his stomach swell as the amount seemed never ending as it spilled from his mouth, down his cheeks and chest, filling him up and also drenching him in the amber liquid. When the beer was empty Ben was released, he thought his ordeal was over but the churning in his guts and the tingling over his body told him otherwise.


As the chavs stepped back and watched, Ben thought he was having an allergic reaction as his face and body started to swell. Looking at his reflection in the puddle of beer in front of him Ben was horrified to see his face changing. He watched in terror as his ears grew bigger and stuck out from his head, his lips grew fat and his mouth now permanently hung open in a dumb stupor, his nose grew wide and crooked, while his teeth yellowed and jumbled in his mouth. Ben wanted to cry as he watched the hair on his head recede and turn into a cheap, poorly done fade. While his body grew a layer of muscle that was quickly eclipsed with a double layer of fat. Ben winced as he felt his cock and balls double in size along with his feet and hands. He looked like a dumb ape as his brow bone became more pronounced and his mouth hung open.


The worst was yet to come as Ben felt his brain start to tingle and thinking became harder and memories started to fade. Ben forgot how to read and write, he could count to 20 on a good day, his knowledge drained leaving him with only the most basic of skills making him only good for the most basic of labour tasks. Ben tried to fight back and regain what he lost but the beer in his body was winning as he quickly became drunk and started to crave more alcohol. He then started to crave something else, nicotine. Ben almost felt like he would kill for a cigarette as his body became overwhelmed with irrational anger, his emotions now unfiltered and his temper short. Ben felt more woozy and could barely focus as the chavs stripped him of his clothes and dressed him in stained smelly trackies, a beer and B.O soaked t-shirt and some second hand sweaty trainers.


Ben tried to get up but quickly stumbled and fell back into the pool of beer causing the two chav lads to burst into laughter. “You know what mate, that is fucking funny!” The skinhead chuckled as they watched Ben try to figure out what had just happened to him.


“Here mate, looks like you’ve had too much to drink!” The other chav said as both men grabbed Ben under his shoulders and carried him to a nearby bench. “You stay here and sober up, I’ll leave you some cigs and a tenner to help you start your new life”


Ben could only grasp his head as he tried to work out how his whole life could be turned upside down in such an instant, he needed change back, he didn’t want this! But as he looked up from the bench he found himself alone. The chav’s were long gone leaving Ben hungover, looking dumb and confused, reeking of sweat and beer, barely able to think and with nothing but some cigarettes and ten pounds to his name. Ben had nothing to laugh about now but he did have plenty to cry out. 

 

Baz

 

Sam smiled as he skimmed through his phone while in the comfort of his own bed. Tomorrow he was heading to a music festival with his friends and he needed to get some sleep but had become distracted by his dating apps. At 21, Sam was on break from university where he was studying music and film, the partying lifestyle of a student had bled over into his summer and he had been out partying and hooking up nearly every weekend. However, this weekend was the last one before he would have to return to studying and his final year would be no joke. Sam had spoken to graduates of his course and many had told him horror stories of the amount of work he would have to complete and that he would be lucky to graduate without a breakdown. Hence, Sam fully planned to go wild this weekend and meet up with all the hot festival guys meaning he needed to make sure his photos and profile were on point. As Sam opened his photos he was unaware of the green smoke lingering outside of his window and slowly creeping towards the slender, hipster twink.

Scrolling through the photos on his phone he made sure to select the best ones. There was him by his parents pool, one of him sampling wine and cheese in the south of France, him doing yoga in front of a sunset in Bali, him posing in front of his sporty convertible and him lounging on the beach in Italy. The profile showed off his wealth, lifestyle and his skinny, toned frame in tight shorts, it was perfect although a bit flashy. Opening his camera roll he selected a selfie of him from just the other night in the bathroom, his nice style, his beard trimmed, his designer clothing on show. 

The narcissistic twink was happy with his choice and was about to get some sleep when he saw another old photo. Just a dumb candid photo of him in the library studying and being goofy with his friends at university. At first Sam smiled but then the dread and anxiety of going back to study started to creep in and he quickly shut off his phone and turned to go to sleep. A small listless mumble escaping his lips “I wish I didn’t have to go back to uni” was all Sam said and that was enough for the Trickster to pounce on his wish, green smoke sent the twink to sleep and the room around him started to change.

Full Power - Robbie

 It was only a short walk down the street before the Trickster found his next victim, sitting in his posh sports car Robbie, a muscular, masculine man was bragging loudly on his phone. Stopping, the Trickster wisped into the back seat and began to observe the handsome man as he continued to talk on speakerphone to his friend Matty, his car window open so everyone could hear. Robbie was excited he had gotten a promotion at work after framing a temp for his own mistakes, he then proudly stated his new salary so a passerby could hear. Robbie then continued gloating to his friend about how he had banged three women at his gym two of which happened to be sisters who were now fighting. Laughing at the ‘dumb bitches’ he had manipulated and fucked he explained that he needed a night to celebrate his amazing week and tonight he had booked an exclusive table at the nightclub in town where he had blackmailed the owner into giving him free bottle service. After the great week he was having, Robbie needed to party and he wanted his best friend to be there with him, even if Matty was only there to listen to him brag some more and watch as he took home the hottest girl at the club. Finishing his conversation Robbie arranged to meet his friend not far away so they could discuss the legendary night ahead of them. Not even bothering to listen to what his friend had to say Robbie hung up and was about to collect his things when he caught sight of himself. The Trickster grinned as the arrogant man caught his own reflection in his rear view mirror and began to flex his muscles, his tight t-shirt showing off his toned chest and his boulder like biceps. This man was insufferable and entitled, but somehow he was still successful, handsome and confident, thankfully the Trickster would change that very soon. However, before the Trickster could start his game he noticed that something had caught Robbie’s attention.

Walking towards the car two young women in crop tops and short shorts were giggling and chatting with each other, without hesitating Robbie leaned out of his car and flashed the girls a smile before looking them up and down.

“Hey girls, you like what you see?” Robbie said gesturing both to his car and himself.

However, instead of the positive, flirty response he was expecting, Robbie received a very different reaction.

“No thanks.” One woman said politely responding before continuing on with their day and Robbie was astounded. Robbie looked on in amazement as the girls kept chatting and giggling, his appearance, his car and his obvious wealth not even causing them to stop or even show the slightest bit of interest.

Robbie was deeply offended and his immediate reaction was anger “Fuck you! SLUTS!” Robbie yelled, drawing attention to the girls. Both quickly hurried away, frightened and embarrassed from the asshole shouting out his car at them. “Fucking cock teases” Robbie mumbled to himself as he sat back into the leather seat of his car. “Must of been a pair of pussy munchers!” Robbie laughed to himself, the only way he could explain it was that they must have been gay to not find him worth pursuing. After all he was fucking handsome, muscular, had a great sense of style, had a great car, pots of money and if they had stuck around they would have found out he was hung like a fucking racehorse! “Fuck them” Robbie grumbled, the whole incident still playing on his mind, no one dismissed him just like that, especially women. While Robbie continued to be bothered by the simple interaction that did not go his way the Trickster leant in close to his ear. This was going to be fun.

Country boy

Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.

The best

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.

Enemy

Ryan and Tyler has been rivals for years, at school they both had battled it out for top of class, in lacrosse they had competed for top goal scorer and now slightly more mature they both tried to win the affections of the same hot guys. Most people would have assumed that two people that had similar interests and were both so intelligent, athletic and had the same sexuality would be best of friends or even more, but that wasn’t the case. There constant rivalry had turned into a hatred for one another and no matter where they went the other always seemed to follow. Now they were competing for the same research grant at university, the same promotions in their part time jobs and both were fawning over the hot doctorate student. The poor student had been showered with gifts as both men tried to outdo each other, he was taken out for lunch and dinner most days by Ryan or Tyler and now Tyler has even offered to take him on holiday. Ryan was furious he would not be out done; today was Valentines day and he had booked a Hawaiian cruise for two on the same exact dates as Tyler and was planning on swooping in and stealing the student away. Ryan was pretty happy with his plan as he entered the university labs, he was less happy when he saw Tyler and the student making out.

Crack

Robert sighed as he finished his lunch; he couldn’t stand staying in that office any longer than he had to. It was soul destroying, but if he wanted the top job he had to work his way up. However it had been three years now and he had barely made any progress up the career ladder, while every time he did make some progress it meant a ton of extra work and stress. Robert was working himself to the bone and it didn’t feel like any of it was worth it, the only part of his day he enjoyed was his lunch hour where he would sit on a bench in the park and people watch. Today he happened to be watching a group of builders and labourers renovate the old bandstand that had stood in the park for years and today happened to be the day the trickster was lurking nearby.

Family

Brandon hesitated as he waited outside the gym, he had been putting it off for weeks now but he had finally plucked up the courage to join. While Brandon was in reasonable shape, he wanted a better body and it was obvious that if you wanted a better body then you had to go to the Muscle Monster gym. Every girl that walked in was fit and every guy inside was shredded and heavy with muscle; for that reason Brandon wanted to join but it was also why he was still hanging around at the entrance. Compared to the guys that were going in he was a shrimp, his lack of height and muscle made him feel so small and all the dudes looked so masculine and intimidating Brandon was worried that they wouldn’t even let him sign up. Brandon edged closer to the door and looked at the huge poster in the window; it was a posing picture of a massive bodybuilder, his muscles were massive and he had a cocky grin on his face. Below the confident, muscle stud were the words ‘Become the next muscle monster!’ and Brandon smiled, he wanted so desperately to be like that guy as he finally took the plunge and went into the gym, a trail of green smoke following him.

Straight

Caleb and Alex forced their grins as they posed for the photo, they had both spent a lot of money on jockstraps and they needed to make the most out of them. After a number of snaps both boys’ smiles quickly faded as they looked at the pictures, sure their asses looked good in their new underwear but would it be good enough for the picky tops in their town. 

Locked

“Where do you think you’re going?” The gruff old bear said as he leant to one side and let out a groaning, wet morning fart.

Calvin jumped, he had hoped to slip out of the dingy apartment without the bear noticing but it seems like the old guy was an early riser. Calvin swivelled around and scrunched up his nose as he caught a whiff of the disgusting fart the bear had just let loose, why had he gone home with such a pig?

Caveman

Dustin sighed and then quickly plastered on a fake grin and let out a false moan of pleasure. Dustin gritted teeth, this had to be the worse fuck he had had in a while, why were all the guys he picked up so sensitive and careful. Dustin had thought by taking home an older, gruff muscle bear that he would be in for the rough, pleasurable fuck he wanted but he was even worse than the guys before. Then man kept stroking Dustin’s body, checking whether he was alright, asking if it was good and what made Dustin cringe the most were all the compliments and declarations of affection. 

Hairless

Michael and Bradley laughed as they took the picture, they had never taken a mirror selfie before and both of them were finding it a little embarrassing and funny to do.