Therapy is Transforming

The younger man tapped his foot in anticipation as he prepared himself for his long awaited session with his new therapist. His clothes began to feel hot and heavy on him, he cleared his throat and sipped the already-half empty water bottle he had brought. He let out an exasperated sigh, he knew his nerves would get the better of him.

The dimly lit room was only filled with the sound of the ticking grandfather clock. Decorated with potted plants and comfy couches, the cozy waiting area enveloped Nolan in a feeling of comfort.

There was a slight knock at the door causing the slim boy to begin to fix his appearance and steady himself. After a moment, the hefty door opened revealing a well-dressed, silver fox.

“Good afternoon Nolan, my name is Dr. Richard Stevens, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” At the door stood a silver fox, an older man that clearly aged finely and full of wisdom. His stature was imposing, almost an entire head taller than Nolan and his broad frame almost twice as big as the young man in front of him. Dr. Stevens reached out his hand and gave Nolan a comforting smile.

Nolan sheepishly shook his hand and followed Dr. Stevens inside to the therapy room. “Can I offer you anything? Water or perhaps some tea?”

Nolan sat crosslegged on the heather-gray seat, twiddling his thumbs as the aged therapist sat himself onto the green couch, grasping a small journal with a pen.

“No I’m quite alright, thank you though,” Nolan replied quietly, avoiding the intense eye contact of the older man. 

Dr. Stevens flashed Nolan a warm smile, hoping to ease the discomfort of his new patient. “Of course. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about yourself?” 

Nolan looked up from the floor, though he seemed a bit nervous he gave Dr. Stevens a small nod.

“Alright let’s start things off with your age and current occupation. Also if you’re okay with it, I’d like you to describe yourself in 3 different words - just a short little icebreaker I like to do.”

After taking a few moments to think, Nolan quietly answered, “Well I’m 21 and I was a junior in college but I dropped out a few days ago. I guess three words to describe myself would be…timid, broke, and a little lonely.”

Dr. Stevens furrowed his greyed eyebrows, not expected such an honest answer from a patient he had met not 5 minutes ago. “I’m sorry to hear about your predicament. You know many say that when something ends, it was never meant to be. Of course I don’t believe in things like fate or destiny but they’re nice reminders that in life we have endless opportunities.”

Nolan chuckled dryly, “Yeah. It’s been a little rough for me lately. After I was let go I think that I realized a few things about myself.” Dr. Stevens began jotting quick notes into his booklet before looking back up. Nolan’s doe eyes fixated on the silver fox, searching for some small sign of reassurance.

Dr. Stevens smiled with his eyes, motioning for him that it was okay keep talking. 

“I guess…well I feel like I’ve wasted my youth. Your college years are supposed to be the best of your life and, well, I’ve done nothing. I haven’t gotten drunk or done drugs, I haven’t had sex or partied, I’ve never even dated someone. It’s always been school, school, school and now that it’s gone there’s nothing but an empty void.”

In his heart, Dr. Stevens felt pity on the young man in front of him. He reminisced on his college years, memories of partying, sex, and fun in his prime filled his mind. “Can I ask maybe why you dropped out of college? Seeing as it clearly was not something you wanted.”

Nolan’s face instantly washed over with a look of shame and a bit of resentment. “I couldn’t take the bullying anymore. The guys were so mean and no one cared about me. I was just some loser that had no friends and no one to talk to. I guess I finally broke when the whole football team trashed my dorm room and broke a project I had been working on for my Intro to Quantum Physics course.”

The older man leaned from his chair, quite intrigued at the anecdote. “Oh? That’s quite an advanced class. May I ask what the project was on? Or maybe why was it so special to you that you dropped out after it had been broken?”

Nolan perked up, a little excited that someone had taken an interest in his work. “I actually have it on me right now!” Reaching into his small bag, he pulled out a small machine that looked like it had been completely fried. Small broken gears and blackened marks laid upon the device. It seemed completely dysfunctional. “I call her lucky but really it’s a reality modifier. I know it seems really crazy but really it’s a smaller version of a particle accelerator attached to a quantum energizer. Basically all you would have to do was press this button at the center of the device and there would be a small prick as it reads your DNA. When your body spoke a wish, reality would pretty shape around it. It electrifies the quantum fields around it and when the device has a sample of your genetic makeup it can manipulate said fields in your favor. Of course it would only be able to make small changes like increase the likelihood of someone stumbling or waking up late but I think it’s pretty cool!”

Dr. Stevens sat there, a little lost from all the sciency stuff Nolan was babbling about seeing as his degree was in Psychology not Quantum Physics. However, he was curious about the device. “Give it here.” 

Nolan handed the older man his prototype turned failure, but as he handed it over there was a small, almost unnoticeable prick on his finger. Dr. Stevens examined the device in his hand, studying it closely and somewhat fascinated at the idea something as small as this being able to change reality. Then too, as he touched the device, he felt a prick on his finger. Ignoring it, he handed it back to Nolan who then just placed it to the side on the office table.

“Hmm very interesting. Alright back to our session. I’m sure you aren’t paying me to just look at this all day,” joked Dr. Stevens, creating a segway back to the previous topic. “Have you thought about maybe transferring to a new college?”

Nolan shook his head, “For me to just get bullied there too? I don’t think it’s worth it. I don’t know if college is even worth it anymore.” He looked down, almost in defeat and his enemy was life itself.

“I can’t say that I understand, back in my day I was quite the, what’s it called these days? Frat-boy? Jock? Well either way, college contains some of the most valuable memories for me. However, that does not mean you have experienced nothing, you still have an entire lifetime ahead of you. I’m sure that soon you’ll be living the life of your dreams, which includes a hot girlfriend if you know what I mean.” Dr. Stevens winked at Nolan as he delivered the last line, which was instantly followed by a hearty chuckle.

Nolan laughed, appreciating the humor of the older man sitting in front him, “Haha, maybe a boyfriend instead.”

Dr. Stevens eyes widened a bit, surprised that Nolan was already becoming comfortable enough to share his sexuality. “Ah, my apologies. Oh but on the topic, do you think that perhaps being in a relationship with someone would make you feel more…fulfilled?”

The younger man fell quiet, pondering the more intimate question asked of him. After a moment of silence between the two, Nolan explained, “Well I don’t really know, I’ve never been in one. It’s something I’ve always wanted though, the idea of having someone to spend your time with, love you unconditionally, and be there for you no matter what sounds really amazing. Not to mention the sex stuff too.”

Dr. Stevens smiled in understanding and proceeded to write a few more notes into his book. “Well to me it sounds like you’re deprived of companionship. This usually happens whenever someone never develops a strong bond or a concrete relationship with another person. Perhaps intensified by a lack of a childhood pet such as a dog or cat or even distant parents.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed and naked, Nolan glanced away, breaking eye contact with his therapist and confirming Dr. Stevens’ assumptions. “Don’t worry, it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Though it is quite an important issue, it’s easily fixable. You branch out more, become more social, even adopt a pet if you’d like.”

“I don’t think it’s just the lack of companionship that’s the problem, I think it’s maybe the lack of…sexual experience that’s throwing me off,” Nolan confessed, turning a bit red at his transparency. “Honestly I just think having someone to love would change my life.”

“Well Nolan, enlighten me, what type of boyfriend would you want ideally. I believe it’s important to know what you’re looking for in others so you can understand what you need to improve in yourself,” Dr. Stevens asked, readying his journal and pen to jot down his patient’s description. 

“Oh…I think I understand what you’re trying to say. To be honest, my ideal boyfriend is a bit weird and a little specific, I’ve thought about this a lot,” Nolan twiddled this thumbs and looked down in slight embrasement.

Raising his eyebrows in slight intrigue, Dr. Stevens said, “That’s alright Nolan, therapy is for talking.”

There was a moment of silence between the two, Nolan trying to formulate the thought in his mind without sounding like a touch-deprived horn dog. Little did he know, the small device on the side table whirred to life, energized to life by the DNA of both men, at the sound of it’s users wishes. “Firstly, I think my dream boyfriend would be someone big, like way bigger than me. I think about 6’1 would be good. It would be super attractive just seeing him tower over me.” 

As Nolan began to describe the physical traits of his ideal lover, Dr. Stevens began to shift positions in his seat, which became smaller and smaller by the second. He stifled a groan, beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable as his body frame began to stretch inch by inch, unbeknownst to him. Dr. Stevens could even sense some energy return to him, the feeling of his all-forgotten-youth slipping back into veins. 

Dr. Stevens continued to stretch and grow, his bad back miraculously disappeared and the muscle he had lost a long time ago slowly widened his frame. However, he continued to focus on his patient, who during their session, was the priority.

“Yeah he would be kinda buff but more like a teddy bear type of bod. God, he would be amazing at sex, a tender lover who would really care about me.” Nolan paused suddenly, his face turning a hot red, and looked back at Dr. Stevens, “I’m so sorry, that’s a little too much detail.”

Dr. Stevens laughed, “It’s alright I don’t mind. Just air it all out.” Though his suit hid it, his body had actually grown more, his biceps slightly more defined while his chest and body hair returned to their youthful brown color and thickness.

Nolan flashed Dr. Stevens a small smile and shut his eyes to think more clearly and carried on. “I want him to be dominant but also a tender lover, oozing masculinity but not overbearing and toxic. I know this is going to sound like more of a fetish, but I’m really attracted to things about ‘traditional masculinity’ like cockiness, layers of body hair, and things like sweat or a natural muskiness. Sometimes when I passed by the campus gym, I take in a big whiff of their manly scent and imagine worshiping each and every one of their sweaty bodies after their workouts. God just the thought of a man choking me out with his huge biceps or being shoved into his musky pits or between his balloon tits turns me on so much. I’m super into himbos so I want him to be as dumb as rocks, it would be so hot if I was the brains in the relationship while he was the brawn. Oh and another thing, in my fantasies sometimes I imagine my lover to be maybe one of the jocks that bullied me. Maybe we met in High School and went to the same college somehow? As we got closer and talked more we ended up falling in love, the perfect enemies to lovers.”

Dr. Stevens was about to stop Nolan from completely divulging into his sexual fantasies but was stopped suddenly. He let out another groan of discomfort, feeing his frame beginning to shape and mold to Nolan’s wishes and the quantum fields of the device. His body lurched a bit forward, almost falling from his seat due to the sheer force imposed upon his body. His imposing form had been further expanded by broad shoulders, hefty muscles, and a revitalized forest of chest hair lying under his clothing which was hanging on by a thread.

The sudden movement jerked Nolan awake from his fantasy. “Are you okay Dr. Stevens?”

“Y-Yes I’m quite fine…” Dr. Stevens lied, he felt like every muscle in his body was on fire, “Please go on” Dr. Stevens muttered through the discomfort, hoping to distract Nolan long enough for the pain to go away and to get back to the session.

Nolan smiled and closed his eyes again to concentrate on the vision of his dream man. “So I think that he would be super thick, like his body just packed with meat and muscle…”

Dr. Steven’s thighs burst through his pants as the thick slabs of meat grew to Nolan’s wishes. His arms tore through the sleeves of his dress shirt sleeves, ripping them to shreds as his bulging biceps almost broke through his suit. Pieces of his tattered suit disappeared one by one, vanishing into thin air as each part of his now muscular and renewed body was exposed to the chill office air. Nothing but Richard’s taut underwear remained.

Now almost fully exposed, Richard’s body continued transforming and shaping to Nolan’s wishes. His silver hair scrunched back into messy curls while his beard retracted into his face, leaving only a manly moustache and a bushy goatee behind. An unexpected itchiness transpired in his arms, causing him to raised his thick biceps up one by one and scratch, causing each of his previously grey armpit hairs to bloom. They exploded into thick, sweat-laced bushels of curly hair, instantly causing the room to envelop in his pure alpha muskiness. He scrunched his nose from the manly stench and sneezed, his face transforming as he threw his head forward. Dr. Steven’s nose became smaller and his wrinkles flattened out and disappeared. As he sneezed, his glasses dropped to the floor and shattered, then suddenly disappearing as if they had never existed. His now 20/20 vision eyes lightened from an oak brown to a bright ocean blue. His old, saggy moobs snapped back like elastic, creating a slightly defined chest and perfect, pink nipples. He moaned loudly as he pinched his sensitive tits with one hand and stroking his cock hidden beneath the underwear with the other, Richard felt like he was on fire.

His youth had completely returned to him, and while Richard was shell-shocked and moaning, he couldn’t help but feel as if this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He looked towards his patient and groaned as Nolan was still babbling on and on about what he wanted in his dream man as if he was in a trance. Nolan’s eyes were shut closed and he was so out of it that he couldn’t hear his therapist’s moans.

Out of nowhere a baseball cap materialized upon Richard’s head, and with it, a sudden yet massive wave of unbearable nausea. He threw his head back as it washed over him, growling in agony as cap began to slowly drain his brain of the wisdom that had come with his age. He could feel all of his memories dissipating out his mind and replacing them with new ones. Dick Steven’s was the number one himbo around. He was hot, dumb, and didn’t give a fuck about what people thought of him. In High School, he met Nolan Doyle, the eventual love of his life. At first he all he wanted to was bully Nolan, calling him an insurmountable amount of names and constantly making his future lover’s life miserable. Soon, he realized that his hatred for guys like Nolan was really just the underlying feelings he kept rejecting. He was in love with the nerd and after sharing his first gay kiss with Nolan, all he wanted to do was protect, love, and fuck him. Dick opened his eyes and saw his loving boyfriend Nolan. A bit confused as to why the love of his life was muttering some random shit about his dream boyfriend when he was right here, his ears picked up on one thing Nolan had mentioned.

“It would be amazing if his cock was just huge, like at least 10 inches of meat. I would love to just slobber all over it and pleasure him all day!”

The final change began to set in place. Dick looked down as he saw his above average 7 inch cock, that looked like it had been flaccid for years, begin rising to full mast. He could feel the intensity of the blood rushing back to his meat and the youthful surges of horniness that he felt like he hadn’t experienced in decades. His wrinkled balls began pumping with new cream, filling to the brim as they seemed like they were almost about to explode. He got his nickname Dick from the way no matter what he was wearing, you could always see the outline of his massive cock that left all the girls drooling, the girls and the gays. As his member rose to its full size, it began to grow and thicken, pre-cum spurting out of it like a geyser ready to blow, soiling the only piece of clothing he had on.

“You mean this huge fuckin’ cock babe?” 

Nolan’s eyes opened to the sound of the unfamiliar voice as his eyes adjusted to what now laid in front of him. Instead of the therapy office he had just been in, he was now in the living room of a small apartment. The room was completely different, one side of the room had sports posters, a huge TV currently live-streaming a football game, and graphic magazines laid across the floor while the other side had shelves of books and a small desk for studying. But what he was most astonished by was the sight of the man of his dreams sitting right in front of him.

“Holy shit…”

His heart fluttered with pure love and lust as almost instantly he fell for the hunk sitting across from him. Dick’s musk was almost palpable to Nolan, and the familiar taste of the cum seeping from the man’s throbbing cock filled his mouth.

Nolan looked at the table between them and noticed the small machine he had been working on for his Intro to Quantum Physics class had accidentally turned on. He reached over second he touched it, the device crumbled to pieces and evaporated into thin air.

Content with the new life he had and the world he had unknowingly built around him, Nolan looked back up at his boyfriend, who had been patiently waiting for him to come over and begin servicing him and his throbbing cock. 

“Yeah babe, your huge fucking cock…” Nolan said, walking over and placing his lips on his lovers cock.

Dick gave a dumb chuckle and looked down at his bitch boy. “After that you’re gonna lick these musky pits clean.”

All Nolan could muster in response as he deepthroated all of Dick’s 10 inches was a, “Mhmmm…”