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ReMod App ~ Just A Little Older….

Ryan was tired of being treated like a kid. He was 18 now—legally an adult, graduated from high school, and already set to start college in the fall. And yet, here he was again at the family’s annual summer BBQ… squeezed between sticky-fingered five-year-olds and juice boxes at the dreaded “kids table.”

He watched with envy as the adults—his uncles, aunts, and older cousins—lounged comfortably under the shade, sipping beers, trading work gossip, and talking politics. That’s where he belonged.

Frustrated, Ryan pulled out his phone and opened the ReMod app, a new program that let users temporarily adjust their physical age. “Just a little older,” he muttered, dragging the age slider with his thumb up to 32. Still young, but old enough to finally be taken seriously.

Just before he could hit “Confirm,” a pair of little blurs zoomed past him. SMACK! Shane barreled into his leg, and Beth clipped his elbow mid-sprint, sending his finger skidding across the screen.

“HEY!” Ryan shouted, but it was too late.

CONFIRMATION ACCEPTED.

His stomach dropped. He looked down in horror as a golden shimmer passed over his body. Within seconds, his skin began to sag and tighten in all the wrong places. His arms thickened, his chest expanded—and not in a gym-bro kind of way—and a white beard began to bloom across his face. His belly rounded out, pressing against his shirt until he finally peeled it off in a sweat. By the time the transformation stopped, he looked every bit the late-50s/early-60s retiree now chuckling awkwardly at a phone he could barely see without squinting.

The adults looked over, startled. “Uh… who invited Uncle Rick’s friend?” someone muttered.

Ryan blinked behind new glasses, still clutching his phone, now with stiff fingers. He glanced over at the kids table—juice boxes and crayons and all—and realized: he probably wouldn’t be welcomed there anymore either.

Beth ran up and gave him a quick hug. “You look like Santa now!” she giggled.

Ryan let out a defeated sigh and settled back in his chair. At least the adults offered him a cold beer this time.

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Which one do YOU want?

Remember this guy? You might've seen him from your car, flagging down customers on the highway. Or maybe it was at my auction last year. It's been awhile since I used Tumblr to sell these brainless sacks of meat, but I figured I'd show off my operation's growth.

James has clearly grown too. I've been extra generous with his allotment of slop each night, pouring about twice as much down his throat as the rest. He used to have abs, back when he sold cars. Now he's got an extra layer of blubber to hardy him up for the elements.

He holds that sign through winds, rain, and snow. It's his only purpose, and any good sign post needs some weight to stay grounded. That fat gut sure gets the job done.

I priced James a bit high. I like keeping the guy around as my signpost, but I've got plenty more hypnotized men to choose from...

Shawn, here, is a construction worker I picked up downtown. He was a wild boy and had quite a mouth on him, swearing and hollering with the rest of his crew until I got a hold of him. A little chat with me and he was as dumb as a rock. The fucker still is!

I've been using him as cheap labor, expanding my house with a new kitchen and sunroom. It's been nice using up his fresh young body on my house. It's been months since he quit construction and came here permanently, and I'm not sure he's stopped building since.

Still, the brute is a mess. I keep my guys clean, but he's been difficult to keep hosing off. I gave up a few weeks ago, so he reeks pretty bad of dirt and sweat. He's been tracking mud everywhere and literally cannot stop drooling all over the place! At this point the boy makes more mess than he's worth, so I'm happy to sell him off to anyone that wants to work him.

This serious-looking bear is Daryl. He's an office monkey that stopped in on his way home from work. He actually thought I sold cars! He found out pretty quick what I was actually in the business of, and has been standing on my lot ever since.

The guy's a bit ugly so he hasn't been bought yet. I took his dress shirt off to make him look a bit more enticing. Not sure if it did anything though...

I can't imagine what his wife saw in him. That's right, this corporate ape was married! She came looking for him awhile back but I hypnotized her to forget about the man and focus on raising the kids herself. Anyway, let me know if your interested in a white-collar daddy. I'm happy to cut a deal!

I imagine this stud will sell quick. That's why I upcharged him to $25. I hypnotized him at a bar on my night off last weekend. Talk about work life balance. Anyways, Jordan was cocky and rude and insulting. I could only take so much of his howling at his own jokes before I whipped out my pendulum.

I think he was trying to pick up some girls that night, but he came home with me.

I stripped him down and programmed him to be my submissive and breedable bitch. His mind was mind to mold, and I made sure it craved my pleasure and my pleasure only.

Anyways, his brain and holes are washed clean now. If you throw in a few extra bucks, I can add some hypnotic triggers for you yourself to play around with too.

Of course, I get my fair share of pigs around here. Usually, they aren't as young and fresh-faced as this Trooper right here. He pulled me over for speeding on the highway. I couldn't believe a baby cop like him was trying to write up a man like me. Needless to say, I had Officer McCabe eating out of my hand in no time.

He was easier to talk under than most! Proves our finest aren't our smartest.

I always enjoy having a cop like McCabe on the sales floor. It gives me something to slap and jerk as I wander by. I like to leave the crotch of his uniform open so I have easy access as I pass. Policemen are a hot item! He'll be sold in no time, but I'm only selling this Trooper to a man that's willing to let me watch one more punch in his uniformed nuts.

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't really remember where I got this stud. I got blacked out drinking one night and woke up with this mind fucked jock slobbering all over me! I must've hypnotized some random guy at the bar!

Just another hazard of the business I suppose.

He'd already been brainwashed to forget who he was and where he'd came from when I found him in my bed. Apparently, I do a very thorough hypnosis act while drunk because he couldn't use his mouth for anything other than my carnal worship. Part of me feels guilty, but what can you do?

I've kept him long enough, but I really don't need a clingy slave like that. He's obsessed with having a master to serve, so if you want him, he's yours! Free of charge! I hosed him down, so just show up with a truck or something and pick him up. I'll tell him you're his new master and he'll be ready to worship you day and night!

He really is the most loyal thing you could get!

Well, that'll do it for today's auction! Let me know which one you want, or come on down to my dealership if you want to take one on a test drive.

There's no need to be nervous...unless you're a handsome young man yourself. I just might have to show you my pendulum...

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            just my type         Eric Janicki

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PROLOGUE:

Our family isn’t too big. Ever since my grandparents moved to their cottage by the lake, It's just been the three of us. I don't even bring my teammates or friends home. And all the peacefulness is about to change. 

“Ahh Shit- Sorry!” the fumbling buffoon said. 

“Language, sweetheart. David! Could you help him pick it up? I'm tidying up the kitchen,” My mom replied. 

“Coming!” My dad sprints down the stairs. 

“Oh, Pumpkin, you're all grown up! Are you prepared for the semester?” Dad gestured to the culinary tools scattered across the floor. 

“Yes, of course. Sorry about the mess,” he replied. The “Pumpkin” in question is my cousin, Theo. He's about to attend a college in the city to study culinary arts… or something. And, of course, he’s sharing the room with me. Not for long, though. I have a few buddies who have invited me to share a room with them. They reek, but it's a necessary evil. 

“Jay,” my dad asked, nudging me, “Remember when you guys used to play house together every summer?” 

“Yes, then he bit me and we never talked again,” I deadpanned. 

“Oh come on, he was just a kid,” Dad retorted. 

No, he wasn't. He was a little demon that stole my pretend credit card. My hand still itches thinking about that vicious attack. 

I put down Theo’s luggage and bit back the argument. “I'll go back to the car to see what’s left.” 

“Alright bud, thanks for the help.”

“No problem.” He could probably thank me by asking what happened at football camp, but what do I know? It's not like we haven't talked about football the entire summer. We could be doing that right now, on the deck with some ice-cold beer. But the twinky little “Pumpkin” needs help, and I have the muscle for it. 

God, I wish the summer was over already.

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“Hahahaha Exactly! I have never seen Chloé like that before.” Dad laughed.

“Right? Who knew mom had sass in her.”

Mom's competitiveness was kicked off by Theo's presence. The kitchen has basically been a war zone for the past two weeks.

Looking down at my watch, the light flashes on.

6 kilometres down, 5 more to go.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a good morning run with Dad like this one. The ocean breeze flowing past my hair and the faint rays of sunrise brought back some old memories. 

Regulating my breathing, we slowed down for a second.

“Damn, son - your stamina has gotten so much better this past year.”

“The football camp really made you put up 20 pounds of pure muscles too, I’m glad I recommended you there.” Dad beamed proudly at me.

“You’re not too bad yourself, for an aging old man.”

I still get the same rush every time he compliments me. It’s like a reassurance that I’m doing something right.

“Hahahaha, you won’t be saying that when you’re one foot in your 40s; it’s basically death by fossilization.”

Dad has always been modest with his body, but everyone who knows him either admires his body, wants him, or is jealous of him and I am the same. Ever since high school I’ve been inspired to be like him. Even with the 15 pounds of muscle I have over him, I’m still lacking in so many ways. He just has the confidence to own it.

“Want some water?”

“Oh, right, of course. Thanks.” I took over the ice-cold bottle.

“About that training camp, I should request the school board to have the team register next summer for the training course. High school kids these days don't care about sports as much no more.” Dad said

“Speaking of which, remember your friend Lancaster who got held back for two years?”

“Yeah, Avery. He used to scold me when I didn’t take the nutrition classes with him. Haven’t hung with him in a while though.”

“Well, he probably won’t scold anymore. The kid got too cocky after getting a full sports scholarship and gained 70 pounds of fat in the summer. The university probably revoked the funds. Hope he didn't take it too hard.”

“Shit, that’s awful. I didn’t expect it to be him out of anyone. He was a damn good receiver.”

We resumed the pace, avoiding some rogue cyclists on the way.

Crazy to think the weight could creep up on Avery Lancaster of all people. I should watch out for myself too. I have good genes from dad so it probably will never happen, but the new influx of delicious food from Theo and my mom’s little competition definitely doesn’t help. At least it keeps the brat out of my room.

“Dad, I think I’m not going to move in with Brad and the guys.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“Well first of all, as much as I love them, the guys stinks. Second of all, Theo is not as much of a blood-sucking gremlin as he was before. And I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye to you guys.”

“Plus, How can I leave when the thing with mom just got interesting.”

“Staying for the family drama, huh?” He chuckled.

“We’re happy to have you for as long as you want, Jay. Truth be told, your mom has been crying about it for weeks. We’re both not ready to say goodbye too.”

“Tell you what, Chloe and Theo probably have some fancy lasagnas waiting for us back home; let's cut through the forest and head back early to celebrate.” He said, practically drooling.

“Lasagnas for breakfast?”

“Wait, You just want the Lasagnas. Don’t you?”

“Hahaha, Maybe.”

“Well, don’t get too drawn in, or you’ll end up as Hansel in the candy house.” 

He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

That would be funny to imagine though, cause Dad is anything but a glutton.

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