There Ray was, a handsome, successful, 40-year-old stud, stuck in an elevator with an enormous, 300 pound slob, late for an important business lunch. He couldn't be more annoyed, but he tried his best to be polite.
The fat man extended a pudgy palm. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Winston Wydeloade."
Ray shook the man's sweaty hand and cringed. "Winston . . . Wide Load? What kind of a name is--"
Wydeloade laughed. "We all have names like that where I come from. See I'm from the Daddy Dimension. It's a realm where ageless, big, masculine men like me have always existed."
"Oh jeez." Ray took a breath and massaged his temples. "Just my luck, stuck in an elevator with a total crackpot."
Winston Wydeloade started to rub his ample girth, mussing up the fabric of his messy gray shirt. A hairy belly peeked out underneath. "It's no joke. The Daddy Dimension is a real place, and we all have colorful names there. Not everyone there is my size, but we're all large, powerful, hairy men. And guys from your dimension, well, they have a hard time staying in control when they stay around us for too long. That's why I tried to warn you. See I wasn't looking to take charge, but sometimes it just happens."
"Take charge?" Ray scoffed. "What are you talking about?"
"Magic," Wydeloade explained. "We can't always contain it. In fact, sometimes it just comes right out of us." Suddenly, Winston Wydeloade paused and an enormous, thunderous fart erupted from his pants.
Ray was immediately assaulted by a noxious stench. He waved the air in front of his nose, gagged. "Oh man. That's awful."
"Well I had a five bean burrito for lunch," Wydeloade said. "Makes me gassy." He farted again.
"Gross," Ray gagged. "Too much information, dude."
"You don't understand. That's why I was trying to warn you. This is special dad gas. I can't stop it. One whiff of it, and well . . .you won't be a man much longer."
Ray was starting to feel dizzy. The noxious smell of dad gas was overpowering. "Oh maAAn, that's aAAwful." His voice cracked like a teenager's. "I feel weird."
"It's all right, bud. You'll be all right." Winston Wydeloade's voice took on a deep, soothing quality. "Just listen to me, keep steady. You're getting younger."
"What do you mean?" Ray's voice came out crisper. His clothes were starting to feel just a bit ill-fitting. His vision blurred for a moment, and then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored elevator walls. His skin looked smoother. His hair darker. "Holy crap! I do look younger!" He looked about 20 years old.
"That's right, pal. You're getting younger and younger," Wydeloade's voice took on a strong, hypnotic quality. He unleashed another eruption of dad gas, and the smell wafted all around Ray.
Ray suddenly felt very aroused. His body tingled all over. He felt himself shrinking, slowly. His clothes bunching up. Sleeves creeping down his hands. His toes wiggled inside too-big socks and dress shoes. "Oh man." He stared slack jawed at his reflection as he drifted down in age 19, 18, 17, turning into a 16 year old boy, who looked like he was wearing his father's suit. He glanced over at the big hairy slob of a man, who only moments ago had seemed like a total loser, but now . . . now he seemed kind of cool. Collected. In control.
"You might find that you're thinking about me a little differently now, bud. What's your name?" Wydeloade asked.
"My name's Ray," he said, trance-like. He couldn't believe it, but he was getting a huge hardon staring into the fat man's eyes.
"Ray, I'm afraid you've inhaled quite a bit of dad gas, and it's making you feel very strongly about me. You understand that, don't you."
Ray's heart pounded. He nodded. "Yes sir."
"Perfectly natural for a guy like you--when he encounters a big man from the Daddy Dimension--to find himself growing younger. Find himself feeling a little submissive. Because a magic dad like myself just has that kind of effect on a guy like you. Makes you feel very strongly about me. Makes you really interested in a guy like me. Isn't that right, Ray."
"Yes siIIr," Ray's voice cracked and he dropped in height again, diminishing down to a scrawny 14-year-old boy. He gripped the waistband of his pants to keep them from drooping down. His sleeves were swallowing up his hands.
"It's all right," Mr. Wydeload said. "I tried to stop you from getting on this elevator, but maybe this is for the best. Maybe you were always meant to come home with me."
"Come home with you???" He glanced between the big powerful, hairy man, and his boyish reflection. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he think straight?
"Yes, back to the Daddy Dimension. Why with a magic keycard, I could configure this elevator to open up to the other side, where you'd just get to come be a boy in the care of the community of Big Burly Dads. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
Ray shrank again, dropping in height, his stiff member rubbed against the folds of his enormous underwear. He tried to protest. He didn't want to be a little boy. He had an important grown up meeting to go to. How could this be happening???
"I'll tell you what." Mr. Wydeloade stooped down next to him. He put a big, strong hand on his shoulder. Ray felt dizzy with excitement. "If you want to go back to being a grown up, I figure out a counter spell, and we'll get you back to being a boring old grown guy. But the counter spell only works if you want it. So tell me right now, Ray. What do you want more than anything else in the world?"
Ray's head swam with desire. He felt his body shrink down more. He glimpsed himself now just 11 years old, swimming in his grown up suit. "I want . . . I . . . I want . . . " His small voice trembled.
"Go on." Mr. Wydeloade rubbed his back, tousseled his hair. "What do you want, kid?"
"I want to see you take your shirt off, mister," Ray said.
Mr. Wyddloade laughed a big hearty laugh. "Well if that's all you want, easy enough." He stood up, peeled off his messy gray t-shirt and revealed an enormous, round belly, covered in hair. He flexed his meaty arms. "There you go."
"Oh man," Ray felt dizzy with desire and his pants plopped around his ankles.
"Seems like you've been totally turned back into a Daddy's boy, Ray. How does that feel?"
Ray was spellbound, unable to even form words. He just stared up at the hairy giant in front of him and felt himself grinning like a total idiot.
"I'll take that to mean you'd like to come home with me?"
Ray nodded helplessly.
"Good boy."
Suddenly the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Winston Wydeloade scooped Ray up into his arms, leaving Ray's pants, shoes and socks in a pile on the elevator floor and carried him across the threshold into the Daddy Dimension...