Half an hour. I left him alone for half an hour. How could he cause so much trouble in only half an hour? I had my suspicions while I was waiting to collect the pizza, and there was chatter on the local forum about a strange prank. A guy dressed as a statue was scaring people in the statue garden, despite there being no such thing. But I passed it off as being a neighboring town. Then I thought something was wrong when I was held up in traffic due to animal control trying to subdue a bear that was digging through the trash, despite living nowhere near bear territory. But maybe it had escaped the zoo, what did I know? It wasn't until I came home to find my younger, unambitious roommate playing a game on my computer that my suspicions were actualized. Because I live alone. That young man used to be my girlfriend's son until he got his grubby hands all over my Neighborhood Creator...
I guess I can't completely blame Matty. I shouldn't have left him alone. I shouldn't have asked him to get the N64 from my study. I definitely should not have left that damned game running... How was he to know it was a reality altering device? That's not a normal thing to have access to. He was just having fun coming up with zany ideas. He's a creative kid. Was... Turning himself into my 26 year old co-worker and roommate was definitely a deliberate decision taken after learning the true potential of the game. It's just lucky that I arrived when I did. Who knows what else he could have done. Thank God I stepped in before his final adjustment to make us lovers could fully set in. That would have complicated matters. Dating both him and Kathy at the same time? Woof...
Neighborhood Creator causes nothing but trouble. Matty's a lot like Billy in a way. Creating chaos all in an attempt to forge a perfect life. Then one little misclick, and wham! You're stuck as a puppy, and your son's turned into a large, hairy man in his late thirties as a safeguard! Well, stuck isn't the correct word. I can quite easily turn him back into a man. I could turn myself back into a kid. I've mulled the decision over many a night, and I always come to the same conclusion - It's safer this way. If Billy were to ever regain his control over this game, there would be Hell to pay. Especially if he knows that I left him stuck in a permanently puppified state...
And to be honest, I've come to begrudgingly accept my manhood. I have an easy job, lots of money, and I'm pretty handsome if I do say so myself. I barely even remember being a kid. It literally feels like decades ago, thanks to the game's powerful reality altering effects. If I let my mind wander, I can forget my old life altogether and live in the moment. And that's how I feel whenever I'm with Kathy.
She was the nurse back when I was in school. Caring, cute, and a little bit ditzy. She was my first crush, ever since I sprained my ankle the first week of gym. At the time, I knew nothing could ever happen. It was simple puppy love. Even after I aged 25 years in an afternoon, the thought of dating her never occurred to me. Until I happened to bump into her leaving a yoga session, and that impossible crush seemed much less impossible. And it just so turns out that she likes tall, nerdy men with mustaches and every current gen games console.
It was a slow burning relationship, built on forming a friendship before romance could blossom. I even made it a point not to use Neighborhood Creator to speed things up. That's not real romance, not if I have to force her to love me against her will. No, I wanted to do it the old fashioned way. Before long, I was meeting her kids and we were talking about moving in together. All without the effects of that game! Well... Okay, I may have cheated a little... Kathy's a bit of a gamer, much like myself. And I may have told her a little white lie about what I used to play as a kid. It's not like I could say I grew up on Minecraft, after all. I was a big Nintendo kid. I even kept my old N64, it's up in the attic. Oh, I'm sure Matty would love to see it, I could dig it up the next time he visits! Me and my big mouth... I used Neighborhood Creator to conjure up a console and games for me. What could go wrong? Sigh...
Luckily, it's pretty simple to reverse the damage that boy caused without too much trouble. A few clicks aaanndd... Done. No more statues or bears or trashcans. Everything is back to how it was before I left. Well, everything except Matty... See, this was the biggest conundrum. I'm a big advocate for free will in this game, so I don't want to force him to forget anything. But I can't have a repeat of Billy. There has to be a way to stop him in his tracks... Oh that sexy Matt. He is pretty handsome, after all. I just know he's got a huge... No. No. That's the game talking. His stupid alteration is getting stronger. I'll have to be quick, the most recent change is always the strongest in any altered memories...
Well, the easiest option is to simply reload the game from a previous save. However, that came with its own set of problems. I've come to discover that even I'm not immune to memory loss in that instance. All I'm left with is an eerie sense of déjà-vu. The fact I'm already at this point in time means it's unlikely to happen now.
I could be honest with Matt. Turn him back into a child and explain the gravity of the situation. But that's a little hypocritical coming from myself. Plus, it'd lead to resentment and even rebellion. It won't do anything to stop him from attempting to take over the game the second my back's turned.
I can't even erase his memories altogether without a hard reset because no matter how hard you try to scrub something out of existence, a tiny part still remains. Even Billy seems to recall being more than a silly little puppy from time to time. Thankfully, he's not in any position to change that. But Matt is.Which leads me to what this game does best - alter reality. I'll not only have to alter him enough to forget what he'd done today, but put him in a position where he wouldn't be able to play the game if he happened to remember. There are many ways to do that. Billy could use a friendly companion. Or I could do with a new sports car...
What the fuck am I thinking!? What am I doing here? I'm seriously thinking of using this game to get rid of my problems. I never wanted to resort to this, to acting just like my father. I wanted to be a better father figure to Matt, to be the dad that he never got to have. That Kathy never had.
Hold on... I sat up straight, an idea blossoming. Kathy never knew her father. From what I understand, he passed away before she was born. It's why the divorce hit her hard as she faced having to raise her kids without a dad like her own mother. But what if... I guess it could work, it was plausible if cliche... My fingers were already moving, typing everything up...
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Matt hung at the top of the stairs, right foot floating over the next step. Something wasn't right, he could just feel it. He wanted to go downstairs and enjoy pizza and beer, basking in the knowledge that he was no longer a snot-faced boy but a fully grown man. However, the fear that Richard could undo it and send him back to his childhood had paralyzed him. What if it wasn't enough, what if his friend wanted to punish him for trying to skip past puberty and turned him into a helpless baby? Or worse?? That frickin' game could do anything to him! The fear of Richard altering his existence kept him from taking another step. Maybe if he went back to the office, he could distract the guy long enough to switch the PC off and then they could get on with the game night as planned. Nah, he wouldn't fall for that... All he could do was wait for the inevitable.
All of a sudden, he stepped forward. The paralysis was gone, yet the fear remained. Who knew what that could have meant. Step by step, Matt began to walk down the stairs. And as he did so, a familiar tingling bubbled throughout him. he gritted his teeth, knowing that something was about to happen to him. Yet his body was on autopilot, unable to even react to whatever that menace had planned for him.
It was imperceptible at first. He didn't get any shorter, nor any taller. His frame more or less stayed the same. The only thing that seemed to change at all were his clothes. His shirt bleached itself into a brilliant white while his stiff jeans slackened and morphed into silky, woolen pants held up with a sold black belt. His sneakers became shiny leather shoes while his gym socks lengthened up to his mid-calves. A checkered blue suit jacket swept up through his arms and settled comfortably on his shoulders, and a paisley blue tie wrapped around his neck in a snug knot.
So I'm like a businessman. Matt thought absentmindedly. Not much of a punishment by all means. As he continued down the stairs, however, he realized it was more than the clothes that had changed. With every step he took, he felt just the slightest bit tireder. His joints felt a little bit weaker. A prick of pain in his knees increased step by step until there was a definite dull ache behind his knee caps. That ache had spread to his lower back, and he couldn't help but wonder what exactly was happening. His gait even shifted subtly as he put on a bit of weight. His abs were lost in a settling ease, his stomach pushing out against his shirt and giving him a stockier build. Yet his muscles remained in top condition, sagging slightly from decreased usage. Underneath his shirt, he could feel more hairs spring forth, thickening his chest and sparsely dotting his shoulders and back.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Matt could tell he had stopped changing. He stared at his hands, squinting slightly as they appeared out of focus. "That's different," he mumbled as he stuck them out further, now focused on the rugged, veiny paws he possessed. Definitely not the supple hands he had mere minutes before. He frowned at the sight. "Damned presbyopia." He frowned further upon knowing such a word. Something was definitely up. He reached up to scratch his beard, noting it was denser and shaggier than before. then he plucked a single hair from his cheek, holding it out at arm's length to see it was a silvery white.
Matt's heart beat a little bit fast as he wandered down the hallway, only to stop in front of the full-length mirror. He raised an eyebrow, and cocked his head slightly as he took in the man before him, now twice the age he was before coming down the stairs. "Figures," he growled at his reflection. "I only wanted to grow up, and the bastard decided I should grow old." Why did he want to make him old? Not just parent age, but old old. Like a grandpa. He couldn't get close enough to the mirror to examine his weathered features without his nearsightedness getting in the way. So he gave his beard another stroke, noting how the skin beneath felt more rugged than he was used to. A feeling he assumed he'd have to get used to. Alongside the crew cut that replaced his shaggier hair, doing little to disguise how his hairline had matured up his forehead by an inch or two.
"Why old, and why so stuffy?" He moaned, tugging at his tie and untucking his shirt. He didn't mind being old, in fact he thought he looked quite distinguished. But the clothes were a no-go. He never wanted to be the sort of guy who worked in an office, going nowhere day to day in a suit and tie. It's why he looked up to Richard so much, the man who played video games for a living. No suit and tie, no office. Just pure freedom.
Then again, there was a nostalgia to dressing up classy for work. The ol' reliable nine-to-five. It might be dreary to some, but work wasn't meant to be exciting. It was meant to put bread on the table. Why would he want to work in such an unreliable sector where you could lose your job at any moment when you could have stability. There's no stability in video games. No enjoyment either. He never understood the fascination with those stupid things... But he liked video games, right? Like Kathy...
A flash of a memory entered Matt's head, of him cradling a young baby girl. Another of him reading a bedtime story to a snoozing toddler. He was teaching a girl to ride a bike. He was on vacation at a national park with the girl and two older boys. He was driving a trio of teenagers to their first concert. He was stood in his daughter's college dorm. He was at a wedding. He was cradling a young baby boy.
The memories were coming in thick and fast, of a full life well spent. Matt's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide, blinking away tears. "No, this isn't fair," he wheezed. "I didn't do anything wrong! I can't... I don't want to!" He cried out before his arms fell to his sides in silence.
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I stared at the pixelated white-bearded man in the blue jacket with a furrowed brow. Changes are usually near instantaneous in this game, and nobody ever reacts to those changes either... Then again, I can't say I have much experience with changing people, just objects. After a few seconds, he finally trudged over to the pizza on the table, picked out a slice, and perched himself on a nearby armchair. I exhaled slowly, maybe I'm overreacting... Still, It was hard to believe he had been a young man half his age a few minutes prior. Even harder to believe he was a child mere minutes before that. All anyone would know now was that Matthew Crane was the 57 year old manager of a local bank branch, father of three, grandfather of five. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, there wasn't much else I could do that didn't flat-out dehumanize him.
I'm going to miss having someone I could talk to about my immature passions, but it's kind of a win all around. Matthew gets to stay an adult, Kathy gets to have a father figure back in her life, and I get to keep this game from falling into the wrong hands. Besides, he's still pretty handsome for a man nearing his sixties. I made sure of it. I couldn't let him be a slob, after all. I mean, if I looked half as good as him at his age... I feel like I'm forgetting something important. But I can't keep the old man waiting downstairs. Maybe in a few months, I'll turn him back to normal. But for now, this is my best shot at keeping the peace. I saved the game, unloaded the disc, and switched the computer off. Then I grabbed the N64 box and prepared myself. Time to meet my new potential father-in-law, God willing.
When I entered the living room with the box, I felt myself tense up as those blue eyes looked onto me. It was weird enough seeing him on my computer screen, but the real deal was even more unnerving. This was Kathy's dad. He'd always made me a little nervous. It's like he was out to get me... Before I could even say anything, he asked with gravelly authority, "what's with the junk?"
"It's not junk, its an N64 console."
"Never heard of it."
"It was one of the best selling game consoles from the 90s. Kathy told me you guys used to have one, but that her brothers would never let her use it. And since I've kept mine all these years, I thought she'd enjoy playing some of the games she'd missed."
"That does sound like the sort of nonsense I'd expect from you two." Matthew mumbled with a roll of his eyes.
"Why don't I plug it in and you can give it a try? Maybe you'll find a new hobby. I bet you'd love Mario Kart, I have the original right here."
Matthew snorted derisively, and shook his head. "It could be diamond plated and give you orgasms, and there's still a fat chance of that happening!"
I placed the box on the floor with a heavy sigh. "It was only a suggestion..." I grabbed a slice of pizza and sat on the opposite side of the room.
I knew I'd deliberately made him hate video games, but it was still rough to hear him verbalize it. Matthew had gone from being my most devoted fanboy to being a thorn in my side. He and I never really clicked when Kathy first introduced us. Though I guess that's normal when it comes to meeting your girlfriend's dad... I have to remind myself that this is a necessary evil. If I want to keep him from sniffing around Neighborhood Creator, any interest in technology had to go. That's why I decided to make him older. That way, any distrust in tech seemed natural. And boy did he have that in bundles...
We sat silence for a few minutes, only the sounds of chewing pizza and opening beer cans interrupted the quiet. Eventually, Matthew cleared his throat, and said, "I get that you're passionate about those video games."
"Well, it is my job..."
"But back in my day, they weren't so groovy. You could only find them in arcades, for one. Those giant cabinets with the flashing screens. That awful tinkling music could drive you crazy! There's a reason only the geeks and the freaks were ever interested in them. No offense."
"Not entirely," I combated. "There were Atari consoles, the NES, the SNES. All home consoles released before you even left high school."
"Well not everyone is loaded like you, Moneybags," He grunted. "The common everyday man didn't have a SMEG or Atainy or whatever you said. Nobody I knew did. Nobody I knew would stoop so low down the social groups." Matthew took a drag of his beer, then smirked at the thought. "You know, I was star quarterback of the Williamson Jackrabbits back when I was in high school. We were undefeated when I was on the team. I was the reigning champ! I could've gone pro if I wanted. You just don't get that kind of passion and dedication when you're a loner locked away with your games."
"Wow, the champ huh?" I sighed with feigning interest. "Things really were rough for the geeks in the eighties." I definitely pushed the dislike for technology and video games too far...
"I don't mean to antagonize," Matthew finally sighed, shifting his weight back and spreading his legs wide. "I guess I don't understand how a fine looking man as you can spend all his time on the computers."
"There are lots of guys like me out there. You know, video games aren't as niche as they were when you were younger. They're played by everyone nowadays. It's a competitive sport, even. There are teenagers out there with multi-million dollar careers competing in international contests. Maybe if you let go of your pre-conceived beliefs and gave it a shot, you might enjoy it?"
I really shouldn't encourage him... I could even see him considering it for a minute, before shaking his head. "You talk too much. Why don't you quit yapping about high scores and control sticks, and put that mouth to good use by controlling my stick."
My jaw dropped as Matthew reached into his pants and pulled out his cock and balls like it was nothing. It was larger than expected, rock hard and surrounded by a bush of salt and pepper pubes. Shit! The relationship status, I knew I was forgetting something! Quick, I need an excuse, any excuse...
"Uhm... First of all, it's a joystick. Second, I'm... I'm uh, I'm in a committed relationship with your daughter?? I love Kathy, I wouldn't dare do anything to hurt her."
"This situation was all her idea, you know that."
"She... She what?"
"You hit your head? It's some stupid new-age way of forging a healthy male bond or something. I don't get it myself, but ever since we started Boy's Night, I have to admit I hate you less."
"Right, Boy's Night..." I whispered. It was something Kathy had come across on Threads. Encouraging two men to open up to each other by exploring each other's bodies. It was unbelievable, literally, but Neighborhood Creator could make anything ridiculous sound perfectly normal. The conflicting information with our relationships was really pushing it to its limits... Still, I don't know if Kathy fully understands that Boy's Night is merely a cover for Daddy/Boyfriend fucking. The first time we did it was awkward yet enlightening. A few months later, and I almost look forward to it...
Matthew huffed as I continued to not leap toward his throbbing erection with elation. "You think I come to your man cave once a month to eat pizza, and stare at those dumb toys you have everywhere? No, I come here to fuck your ass and remind you just who's the main man in Kathy's life. I'm missing my granddaughter's piano recital for this schtick. Not that I was invited. You fall asleep one time, and... God, now you've got me yapping. Just get down and suck me off while I can still get it up."
I wanted to resist, but the new timeline shifting into place was overwhelming my memories. This was the new normal, and this new normal wanted me to undress that old man and suck on his nipples. To rip off my pants and straddle him on that armchair as he pounds me from below. Even now, I could feel my fingers nimbly undoing the buttons on my shirt and unbuckling my belt. I was basically on autopilot now, I couldn't stop myself if I tried. And honestly, I don't think I'd want to. I mus have subconsciously made him the daddy of my dreams, and I wanted my hands all over that hunk of aged beef. At least we weren't doing this behind Kathy's back, I guess... I felt myself getting closer and closer to Matthew until I was on my knees and staring face to cock. he grabbed me by the hair and I opened my mouth.
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"Maybe there's something to this hippy dippy bullshit after all," Matthew sighed contently as he stroked a hand through Richard's chest hair. "I definitely like you better with my cock in your mouth. You're actually downright tolerable when you can't talk. And your ass makes an excellent cock warmer."
"Mmm..."
"We'll have to arrange another Boy's Night soon, kiddo." Matthew sat up, allowing Richard's head to fall back onto the sofa with an annoyed grunt. He stretched out his body with his own annoyed grunt. "For now, you should probably get cleaned up. You don't want to greet Kathy covered in my jizz."
"That's true..." Richard responded, almost in a daze. He seemed distracted. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning as he came across a damp patch. Matthew's loads really could get anywhere. He sighed, and said "I'll have a quick shower, you clean up."
"Can do, buckaroo," Matthew chuckled, giving the younger man a slap on the ass as he stood up. Richard dragged himself up the stairs, leaving the older man to deal with the clean-up. Which really was no hassle. He gathered up the pizza boxes and beer cans. Wrapped up the leftover pizza to put in the fridge. Wiped his bountiful seed off of the sofa with some napkins. Within a few minutes, the only signs of their rendezvous was the pile of discarded clothes.
Satisfied with his job done, Matthew wandered over to a mirror sat in the corner and gazed at his nude body. "Not bad for 57," he muttered with a crooked grin. "Not as jacked as I was in my twenties, but I'm in decent shape. And I still have my hair. Mostly. More than most men my age, anyway." He chuckled and shook his head. "My age... I'm really in my fifties now, huh? Nearly sixty..."
All this time, Matthew assumed that Dicky was your typical straight gamer bro. Who knew that actually, he just wanted to fuck an older man? Sure, it was a weird relationship. He couldn't quite understand why Richard would make him Kathy's father, then date both of them together. But if that's how he gets his kicks, who was he to complain if it meant he was getting to fuck the man of his dreams. No, the real question was why he still remembered anything at all.
When Matthew first felt that overwhelming wave of new memories flood his brain, he thought it was all over. That he'd forget the life he led before he was turned into a DILF. And for a while, he did. It wasn't until he was was balls deep in Richard's asshole that his mind cleared a little. Maybe Dicky fucked up when he made the change. Maybe it was a failsafe buried deep within that weird game that prevented users from completely forgetting their past lives. Whatever it was, a tiny part of Matty still remained within the brawny, silver haired daddy Matthew, and boy was he relieved. Because that meant he could go back to the game and make a few changes himself.
Matthew crept up the stairs quietly, making sure that Richard couldn't hear him. But when he heard the shower running, he relaxed a little. He poked his head into the study where this all started, and where all was silent. The steady whir of the computer fans was missing, the screen was black, the computer was switched off. Matthew half-considered turning it back on when a sense of dread crept down his back. The thought of using the computer made his head hurt. It was bad enough trying to figure out those self check-out machines in the supermarket, let alone operating a top-of-the-line gaming PC. And even if he had the time and know-how to get the computer running, did he even know how to open the game program and resume control? All without his reading glasses?
He sighed, he really was too old for this shit. Outside of watching TV and work, Matthew spent as little time as he could around computers. He even had an old-school brick "dumb phone". None of that text message social media dating app bullshit that all the young kids fall prey to every waking moment of their lives. He was old school. A fact that didn't settle right with Matty. He didn't think men his age were that tech averse. Maybe a little confused, but even old people could work Facebook and YouTube. Perhaps Richard had done more than just change his age... And something told him it would be wise to keep this knowledge to himself for the time being. He was stuck as a grandpa for now, but was it really that bad? He liked having authority over Richard, not to mention his sexy dadbod. Work was dull, but that only made his free time that much sweeter. Things were good.
"Matthew?" He spun around to see Richard stood in the bathroom doorway, towel around his waist. His dense chest hair clung to his toned muscles, while his mustache dripped with excess water. "What are you doing up here? I thought you were clearing up."
Shit, did he know that he knew? He had to keep tight-lipped... Time to let Papa Matthew take back control. His brow furrowed, and he crossed his arms. He growled "It was a few boxes and cans. You could have dealt with that in minutes."
"So why are-"
"Shh, I decided we weren't finished with our Boy's Night," Matthew stepped closer to Richard before ripping the towel from his waist. "You see, this former star quarterback got a second wind, and you wouldn't want to let the champ down, would you kiddo?" He smirked as Richard's namesake perked up. Who needed that dumb game to have some fun?
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