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.

The truth hurts continued...

Tommy smiled as he twisted the ring on his finger, the power inside it radiating down his finger. Jason, his now little brother had gotten what he deserved and now it was time for Kellan. Entering into the local gym Tommy scanned the room trying to find the 6 foot 6 muscle meathead that had made his life at school hell. Thankfully, Kellan was a couple of years older than Tommy and had been at university on a football scholarship giving Tommy some peace, but Tommy had not forgotten the many cruel things Kellan had done to him. The arrogant asshole worked weekends at the gym, not only to grab some extra cash, hit on hot girls and build muscle but also to tease the fat and thin customers who were trying to better themselves. Kellan was a dick, an immature, cocky jock that assumed he ruled the world because he was tall, good looking, confident, good at sports and had a long fat cock between his legs, and Tommy couldn’t wait to drop a few truth bombs onto him and take him down.


Tommy’s grin widened as he spotted his bully over by the bench press and true to form he was being a dick. Standing in his small workout shorts that emphasised his huge 9 nine inch bulge and just a stringer tank top that caused his humongous pecs to pop out either side, Kellan was sniggering at a skinny guy trying to bench a meagre amount of weight. Instead of doing his job and helping the guy with the weight Tommy watched as his bully walked past the head of the struggling guy and let rip a loud, wet protein fart. It took a moment for the smell to reach the poor little guy, but it almost made him drop the weight down on his chest as he started to gag and cough. This caused Kellan to laugh more as he made his way back over to the gym counter to grab another protein shake and gossip about the other gym goers to the other staff members.

Full power - Chester

Chester Beaumont smiled as he surveyed the landscape of his newest gym, the seventh he had added to his ever booming business this year. At 38 Chester has worked hard to get where he was today, tirelessly devoting himself to hard work had made him a millionaire. He may have had to crush a few smaller competitors and cheat a few people out of their assets but, that was just good business. While being ruthless in his business ventures had gained him success Chester had a deeper motivation, he had vowed he would make it to the top and never be pushed around again.

Certainly no one would push him around now, at 6 '3 he had always been tall but now after years of careful diet and exercise he had the physique to match his stature. Catching his reflection in a gym mirror Chester couldn’t help but tense and flex his muscles. His pecs popped under his tight shirt and the veins bulged along his arms and over his boulder like biceps. Chester flashed himself a smile, his bleached perfect grin framed by his sharp chiseled jaw made him distinct and handsome. His piercing green eyes would make any girl blush and his quiffed, thick brown hair gave him a more youthful appearance. However, what really attracted the ladies was the humongous bulge in his tight trousers. A thick 8 inches strained against Chester’s tight black briefs. Sadly, in his youth he was not aware of how endowed he was and it wasn’t until his late twenties he finally lost his virginity, however he had more than made up for it now. With his mature good looks and his sizable wealth Chester simply just had to walk into one of his gym and within moments he would find his sexual prospect for the evening. Chester coughed as he snapped himself from his own reflection and he quickly adjusted his growing boner in his trousers. With his cock throbbing Chester continued his tour of the gym.

Strolling along the central corridor of his gym Chester observed his clientele, many were young and most of them were fit. It made Chester swell with pride, he had created a place where people could better themselves, stopping them from becoming the disgusting pigs and slobs that trundled around outside. Chester despised the overweight, he knew first hand that it was no excuse and that anyone with self control, motivation and perseverance could become a better version of themselves. It’s why he encouraged them to come to his gym but gave them their own space so the rest of the people didn’t have to look at them. It was marketed as a safe space, for the stick thin and the tubs of lard to feel comfortable but really it was so no one had to watch them struggle and sweat. Grimacing Chester headed towards an unremarkable white door, neatly labeled ‘Sanctuary’. As he opened the door a wave of sweat and stench washed over Chester and he already regretted his actions as he stepped through the doorway and saw the rows of obese and underweight people trying their hardest. However, before the white door closed a wisp of emerald green smoke followed the rich, handsome business man inside and lurked in his shadow.

Full Power - David and Chris

 Chris and David tried their hardest to continue the smiles they were putting on for the photo, they had just wrangled a stranger but yet again the teens and kids of the beach were being a nuisance. Chris awkwardly tugged at his red speedo, trying to ignore how exposed he now felt on a family beach. David masked his sneer of disgust as he heard the nearby group of kids, their dumb laughter, stupid toys and immature sniggers were getting more than just a little frustrating. This was supposed to be a fun beach day before they continued on their road trip around the country. The gay men both had decent jobs and plenty of disposable income so had decided to travel but unfortunately today they had chosen the wrong beach. The two men were disgusted by the loud, smelly and annoying kids constantly around them, not to mention the working class parents smoking, drinking and disturbing the picturesque beach with their fat, hairy, old bodies. Chris gave a fake smile as he thanked the stranger for the picture, while David rolled his eyes as yet another beach ball rolled to his feet. Giving it a sharp boot both men looked at each other with the same exasperated expression before getting back to tanning.

It was obvious that both men saw themselves as superior to all those around them, they had youth, beauty, wealth and ambition whereas they saw the adults around them as less than. The two gay twinks could not comprehend the thought of ending their decadent lives with children, mundane jobs and endless monotony. However, the Trickster saw something different in the future of the arrogant blond beauties. The green demon was still brimming with power, today he was no longer constrained to whims of wishes by mortals, he could act on his own. Changing reality and fulfilling his own twisted desires and these twinks were his next victims.

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.

Full Power - Brett

The Trickster grinned as he looked at the little beach town he now found himself, it would be a perfect place for him to flex his magical muscles and of course enjoy the sunshine. Often he was forced to hide in the shadows but at peak power he no longer had to, the green mist camouflaged him until he decided to show his form to the unlucky soul that happened to garner his attention. See, it was a long walk down to the beach and many mortals were milling around, enjoying the hot summer weather and all of them were at risk of losing the life they loved so much. The first unfortunates were a group of guys on a lads night out, all heading towards a bar to start pre-gaming for the evening to come. They were obnoxious, loud dopes that the Trickster could have easily mistaken for gorillas if it weren’t for the clothing. The group of men were hollering and cheering loudly as one finished a beer, one called Wally who easily weighed 300 pounds of muscle and fat pulled down his pants and showed his huge, creamy, pale arse to the group causing raucous laughter which only increased when the moron unleashed a putrid booming fart. Everyone around was disgusted by them, they were animals, entitled narcissists that felt the world belonged to them, just the group the Trickster was hoping to find. The green demon observed the group again looking for the optimum target to degrade and destroy. He watched as another guy who was smartly dressed and clearly well off called Payton wolf-whistled at a group of girls and then called them whores as the horrified women flipped him off and scurried away. They were good targets but not the best, but soon the Trickster found the one...Brett.

At full power at least for a day

 

Another day, another bunch of victims to transform and torture. The trickster smiled as he had been especially busy lately, granting wishes to hundreds of poor souls who happened to utter their desires too close to the green demon. The Trickster clenched his fists, his power radiating through him, after that wish last night he was finally at the peak of his powers again. Cackling the Trickster recalled the poor man staring at his laptop who only wished to be happy, he looked so frightened as his skin turned as black as the night sky and his whole body started to drip and liquify. The scared screams were music to the emerald Trickster’s ears as the man’s body and features melted away until only a black puddle was left of the floor. The quivering puddle of what used to be the man so desperately wanted to shout as he saw the green smoke approach his new liquid form, a syringe appearing out of nowhere only made him sob and cry more as he felt his new body being sucked up. Weeping the liquid man watched as his room, his home disappeared in the green fog as he was transported to his new location where he would be most certainly would be happy. Suddenly, a louding buzzing could be heard as a new room materialised around the sobbing man. Posters of intricate art and designs covered the walls, rock music played loudly, what appeared to be some sort of table laid out in the centre next to a chair became the scared man’s focal point. The syringe he was kept in hovered over a small plastic pot and without warning violently squirted him in. The man yelled as his senses mixed as his body tumbled over itself and swirled around, he seemed tiny now, no more than a small cup for a man, a boring pot of black liquid shaking in its new container with no way to move or escape.

It was then the door to the room slammed open as a drunk giant man stumbled into it soon followed by a heavy set, older man covered in piercings and tattoos. The unremarkable pot of black liquid tried desperately to shout for help but soon stopped trying not because it was useless but because sheer fear overcame him as he realised just how insignificant he was as the obsese man slumped into the chair next to him causing him to wobble and shake. What was happening to him? Why was he here? Why was he a drop of black goo? Why was he so small?! The questions were endless and only caused the man more panic, just what the Trickster enjoyed.

From his vantage point above the Trickster watched as the drunk man stumbled to the comfortable table in the middle, pulled down his jeans and underwear to reveal his plump, rounded ass.

“Are you sure you want to do this man? Seems like you will regret it?” The obese tattooed man said as he readied some equipment.

“Just do it, I lost a bet to the lads and this is what I have to do!” The drunk man said before almost collapsing onto the table, his butt out and ready.

“Fine but I don’t want any complaints when you have sobered up.” The gruff man huffed as he turned on his tattoo gun and readied the small pot of black ink.

The Trickster grinned as he heard the pleas from the puddle of ink as the tattoo gun was dipped into his liquid body and part of him was taken away. It must have been an unimaginable sensation having part of your body ripped away from the rest of you, then forcefully implanted into the skin of another. From what the Trickster could tell from the crying, weeping and begs for mercy it must not have been pleasant. The poor man had already lost his arm, nose, ears and foot to the prodding needles and now he felt his eye taken from his body and forced into the soft flesh of the drunk man, it was gone but only for a second as his vision soon returned but now he could see the ceiling of the room. At first the sentient puddle of ink was relieved at least he wasn’t being torn apart piece by piece until nothing was left of him, he was just being transferred. However, the brief, tiny positive was short lived as the ink man then realised what that meant for him and his life, he was becoming a tattoo, a living tattoo and on the arse of some drunk lad!

That’s when the crescendo of crying and panicked screaming hit and the Trickster's smile grew. The man could only weep as the last of him was deposited into the squishy, fatty skin of the arse cheek, he tried desperately to move but he couldn’t, he tried to shout but he couldn’t, he wanted to end it all rather than live out this nightmare but he couldn’t. He was nothing but ink now, imprisoned in the layers of skin of his new owner, trapped on the side of some drunk guy’s ass.

“All finished” the gruff man said, giving the drunk man a hard slap on the back. “Mirror’s over there.”

For the crying sentient tattoo, his new world shook and jiggled as he was moved without his consent. As the drunk man's butt moved it allowed for the stench trapped inside the hairy crack to escape and gave the living tattoo its first whiff of sweaty unwiped arse. The tattoo man couldn't shout any louder, he couldn't struggle any more, no matter how much he thrashed or screamed he just had to endure the disgusting smell of his new owners arse. He realised now he was completely powerless, he had no control, he was now just a passenger, a decoration on the buttocks of a man he had never met before, left to smell the odours that would always escaped the dirty hole that was just inches away. As the drunk man shuffled over to the mirror his new tattoo got a good look at what it had become. He was once a man, he once had friends, family and a life but now he had none of that, now he was a tattoo. A tattoo that would be plastered on an arse cheek, sniffing farts, watching his new owner pass shits and for the rest of his life being trapped in sweaty, skid marked stained underwear. The man would never be found, he would never receive any break from his new smelly, foul existence and he would never stop weeping and crying for help. However, if anyone ever saw him they would say he sure looked happy!

The Trickster laughed as he recalled the man’s fate, how he cried as the underwear and jeans were pulled up over him sealing him away and trapping him in as his owner unleashed the first fart with his new living tattoo. His pitiful sobs grew distant as he disappeared into the world nothing but a smiley face enduring the rancid shit smelling air of a party going lad. the Trickster giggled he was sure the man would still crying as his drunk owner woke up with the beer shits and farts.

Yet, with that wish the Trickster was oozing power, so much of it that he no longer needed the wish of mortal to use his powers. For now he could have whatever fun he wanted, no restrictions, no need for desire or lust, just helpless humans ready to be transformed. It may only last a day before he would need to start all over again and regain his power but it would be worth it. The green demon cackled as the green cloud of smoke glided through the air heading for the nearest town to torture and torment.