Mr. Lewis was getting a little worried about his son. Over the last few days his son seemed to have completely changed his personality. It was nice that he was going out more and trying to improve his body but his son had never shown any interest in working out prior to couple of days ago. Moreover he was making huge changes to his body. His son’s slightly overweight frame seemed to have made even bigger strides over those few days too. Mr. Lewis was just worried.
“It’s for his own safety,” Mr. Lewis reasoned as he logged into his son’s computer. The boy used to be so worried about him finding his porn that he’d lock everything up. But even that had changed over the last month. He didn’t seem to care about him finding anything on there. Again, the added confidence his son showed by meeting new people and staying out late with friends Mr. Lewis had never heard about wasn’t a bad thing. It was just completely different to what he was used to. And he was just feeling a little worried.
As Mr. Lewis went through his son’s computer he couldn’t find anything too crazy. It all just aligned with his newer interests. Instead of the massive amounts of video game emulators or science articles, his most recent websites were bodybuilding ones and videos about how to get bigger and stronger. Even the gay porn had disappeared and was replaced almost exclusively with women. None of this made any sense.
‘Hey there big guy,’ a message popped up on the bottom right of the screen. His son hadn’t signed out of some app. “Shoot!” Mr. Lewis frantically tried to close the tab but opened it instead. He was now clearly online. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t see this ;D’
Mr. Lewis pulled open the app. “Maybe he knows a little about what’s going on…” he said to himself. ‘Hey bro. How’s it hangin?’ It was hard for Mr. Lewis to impersonate his son. They seemed to at least have a few things in common but now they felt like completely different people.
‘No need to pretend lol I know you’re not Dalton.’
“Uhh…” Mr. Lewis’ mouth hung open as he reread the message. ‘How do you know that?’
‘lol’ It took a few seconds before Mr. Lewis realized he’d just confirmed he wasn’t his son. ‘You’re just like him. Just a little slower on the uptake.’
‘I’m not stupid,’ Mr. Lewis typed back. He was a little angry that someone would even suggest that.
‘XD Never said you were stupid. Guys like you can’t afford to be stupid. Just a little slow when you aren’t in charge of the situation. You like being in charge.’ Each of them came as different messages. Mr. Lewis was still reading a little bit through his anger. He didn’t like the attitude of whoever this was. ‘Don’t you?’
Mr. Lewis couldn’t help but nod at the question. Whoever this was seemed to know him at least a little bit. ‘Dalton must have said something about me…’ even though he never felt like too controlling of a father. He set boundaries but he also felt like they were reasonable. Mr. Lewis typed several messages but none of them seemed to get his point across. ‘All I want to know is what’s going on with my son.’ he settled with.
‘?’
Seeing that single question mark only made Mr. Lewis angrier. This guy had to know at least a little something. His moniker was xxx_musclefaggot_xxx for Christ’s sake. “Fucking asshole. Don’t lie to me,” he cursed the stranger while trying to figure out what to type.
‘lol don’t get mad.’
“Huh?” Mr. Lewis stared at the screen. “How’d he know I was mad?”
The three little dots pulsed at on his avatar. ‘Not hard to figure out XD’
“Can he see me?!” Mr. Lewis jumped from the computer and stood up. He looked at the camera on the side of the computer and saw that it was still off. “I’m just being paranoid.”
‘Nah. It looks like you kind of get it. More than most at least. Like I said you aren’t stupid.’
“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Lewis stepped outside of the screen. He looked around his son’s room and realized just how much else had changed. The math trophies that lined the walls were replaced by wrestling and rugby ones. The posters that were hung up weren’t filled with puns but of pro athletes. Mr. Lewis felt confused. This wasn’t his son’s room. “What’s going on?”
The ding of a message brought him back down. ‘Nothing you need to worry about. Come back over here.’ Before Mr. Lewis even realized it he’d obeyed the message. Once he was in front of the screen he tried to back off again. ‘Sit.’ He obeyed again.
“What’s going on?” he repeated. His confusion had turned to fear as he stared at the three dots rotating. It just made him even more uncomfortable watching them move.
‘You love your son. Don’t you?’
“Of course I do. I’m his father.” He sounded more defensive about the statement than he meant to.
‘Right. So you want what’s best for him.’ Mr. Lewis sat in the chair waiting for the next sentence. He didn’t know where this was going. ‘That’s why I turned him from that to something you can be proud of.’
“I am proud of him. I’d be proud for just about anything!”
‘lol Come on… Guys like you say that but you don’t really mean it. You wanted him to be big and strong. You love that he plays sports and flirts with girls.’
Suddenly he felt very odd about it. He meant it. He knew he meant what he said. But now those words almost seemed hallow. “I love my son,” he said again.
‘Course you do. Just like any good father. You were there the whole time teaching him how to be a man. You taught him how to play sports and was so happy when he wanted to join the wrestling team just like you.’
“Huh?” Mr. Lewis thought back to when his son had joined the wrestling team. He could remember being so proud of his son going the same direction he went. “But…” he tried to protest. The memories were there but there was a part of them that didn’t seem familiar. He could remember joining in college and being able to take the other guys down. His body twisted and turned while his muscles forced them down on their back.
‘But nothin!’ The message startled Mr. Lewis. ‘You were one of the best guys out there. You overpowered them and loved every second of it. Getting them to submit to you filled you with pride.’ Mr. Lewis grinned at the complements. The newer memories were overtaking his older ones. He couldn’t remember the old ones. Something like being interested in sports was nearly second nature now. He loved them. He couldn’t imagine his life without them. ‘You’re a real alpha. Dominant. Strong. In control. You work out so much to get rid of that extra energy but still sometimes it’s not enough.’
Mr. Lewis grinned at the complements. The rush of taking charge was starting to take over. He was consistently being promoted for his ability to lead the rest of the staff. There was no way he could get pushed around easily. He looked down at his body as it molded to the new reality. The large gut in front of him thinned while his chest pushed forward. It was hard for him to look over the massive pecs. His weak flabby arms tightened into tight biceps. He gripped the chair harder as his hands thickened out even more.
‘That’s where some of the interns come in. They’re naturally drawn to your masculine energy. The confidence is enough to let them know you’re in charge. And they will do anything you ask of them.’
“Yeah…” he growled. His dick was rock hard thinking about the younger staff he worked with. Each one had this positive can do attitude and were so much better at keeping secrets.
‘Especially the young gay guys. They nearly worship the ground you walk on. And you love it. They love everything about you that makes you male.’
Mr. Lewis paused for a second his hard dick was still distracting him. “I’m not…” he started out.
‘It’s not gay when you only top.’
“I like the way you think,” grinned Mr. Lewis.
‘I know ;D Now give me a big ole flex.’
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