Alien Alterations
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Introduction
IMO one of the things about CHOYA is the opprotunity to colaborate with with writers. PLEASE DO jump in if you have an idea. Add a thread! Please!
A note from the Author:
I am a HUGE fan of both JR Parz and Downing Street. This story is loosely based on the concept behind JR Parz's "Aliens Gift", a young man is taken by aliens and his mind is 'expanded', he can now alter the minds and bodies of those around him. I hope this does some justice to the original.
I had originally tried to co-write this with a few others online via e'mail, they all seemed to have disappeared. This was originally on the old CHYOO site and so, now I bring it here.
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Another late night, another long and dark walk home. He decided to take a ‘short-cut’ of sorts. The city had just completed building a new ‘super’ park; it was about 150 acres of BMX courses, roller hockey, softball and baseball fields, and a lot more. Most of it looked like it was a part of the mountains. It wasn’t open yet, but cutting across it shorted his walking time home by about half.
Eric Bishop was a nice enough guy, just had a serious lack of self-confidence. He was orphaned at 3 when his parents were killed in a car accident and he had grown up with a foster family, the Cannon’s. The Cannon’s had been the only real friends Eric’s family had that were close enough to take him. But life was still hard on him. You see, Mr. Cannon had run off with his secretary just after Eric’s 6th birthday. It seemed that Carol Cannon, his foster mother, blamed Eric for that. So Ms. Cannon was stuck with having to go back to work and raise 3 kids all on her own, Eric and her own 2 daughters.
Ms. Cannon was only 36, having become pregnant with her first daughter, Tera, when she was just 17 and her second, Kimberly, just a year later. Eric was almost right in the middle, having just turned 18. (That makes Tera 19, Eric 18 going on 19 and Kimber 18)
What, you ask, made life so hard for him? All three of the only women that he grew up with blamed him for the man of the house for leaving. If asked, none of them could give you any real explanation. He was just there. He became the bunt of their frustration. Carol would yell and scream at him, treating him as though he were her slave. He had briefly mentioned that he had thought that now that he was old enough he might move out, she had a fit. She ranted about how after all this time he was abandoning them while they still need an additional income, after years of paying for his clothes, and doctors and… it seemed completely unimportant that Tera who was also old enough being 19, worked part time and didn’t chip in for any of the expenses… and on and on.
The girls constantly made fun of him and his appearance. He wore pretty thick glasses, his vision around 20/200 at best. Eric was also a bit on the chunky side, prompting him to opt for baggy clothes not because they were cool but rather to hide his shape. His hair was thin and always seemed to be on the greasy side. Eric also suffered from bad acne a couple of years ago and his was pocked with some scarring. Being 6 feet tall and weighing in at 250 pounds, plus glasses and the rest had made him an easy target in high school.
Eric’s sole happiness in life was in computers. Building them, playing with them. He spent long hours into the night now online playing games or surfing porn. He didn’t go into chat rooms much; he got dissed even there by people that had no idea who he was or anything about him.
There was one person that had given him some slack, a chance to do something. Salvador Garcia. Sal owned a PC repair shop and had decided that maybe the kid might be of some use after all. In about 3 weeks Sal realized that Eric had a real knack for computers and put him to work full time. That was over a year ago, while Eric was still in high school. For Eric it was a break from being at home all the damn time with the ‘3 Wicked Witches’ as he called them.
That morning, of early April, Carol had really chewed his ass for having stayed up until well into the morning online. Kim had ragged him for dressing like a looser. Tera had just snubbed him and drove off to take Kim to school as he was walking out the door, peeling off and pelting him with pebbles.
Eric was taking his time to get home. He really had no desire to be there. It was just a place to sleep and log onto the Net. Other than that, what was the point?
Even though it was a Friday night he didn’t have any pans other than popping online and scanning the news groups. Eric took the saying “Got no life” to an extreme.
Flashes of a dream, flashes of light.
Of being raised into the air.
Lying on a cold table.
His body feeling like it was on fire, his mind turning to fluid.
“We have chosen you to bear our gift,” said a voice inside his mind.
“You, Eric,” said another, “are the chosen of the essence.”
A third spoke in the depths of his consciousness, “A gift we have bestowed upon you, the likes of which you could not have imagined.”
The first voice spoke again, “To you we have given the power to make alterations in others… and unto yourself. Both in body and mind. Not as we have done to you, but none the less.”
“We wish only to observe. There is no right, there is no wrong.” The second voice continued, “There are now new rules, those that you make for yourself.”
“We will return in time to see how you have progressed. We encourage you to enjoy this gift. Begin anew, remake your life as you see fit.” The third finished.
Eric woke in his bead feeling like… well, he really didn’t know. If he drank then he would have guessed this was what a hang over was like. His head hurt and it was hard to shake off the groggy feel that was wrapped around him like a blanket that’s a little too tight. Flashes ran thru his mind again.
“What a wild fuckin’ dream!” he whispered to himself as he tried to sit up. Suddenly he remembered that he could not, for the life of him, remember the walk home once he got to the middle of the park last night. He couldn’t remember walking in the door or down the stairs to his basement bedroom. No memory of undressing and crawling into bed.
“Damn,” he thought, “I must have been really out of it.”
Slowly he finally got enough of his wits about him to crawl out of bed, pull on his sweats and to start thinking about breakfast. That’s when he saw the clock, “Oh shit!!!” it was almost 10:30 in the morning. Carol was sure to chew his ass and the girls would jump in. taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment to steel himself for the onslaught that was surely about to be unleashed, he thought to himself, “Just be nice to me!” he felt a bit fait for the briefest moment as the fog seemed to let go of his mind some what, almost like a flash.
He let the breath out slowly and began to walk upstairs into the kitchen, thankful that he at least had the weekend off to make up for some lost time online. Then he realized that he didn’t have his glasses on. As he turned to get them, another realization smacked him sharply. Everything was already in focus.
From the corner of his eye he caught movement, something he'd never done before even with his glasses on. It was his reflection. Or was it?
His face was clear, no sign of acne or pock marks. His hair looked clean, as though just washed. And his clothes... they hung on him like a tent. After looking his face over, he was sure it looked just like he'd just shaved, he pulled his shirt up and his eyes almost bugged out.
His stomach was flat, almost 'ripped' but not quite. He had muscles too! His chest and arms, then he noticed his legs, "Just like at the end of the dream... how... how I pictured how I'd like to look!" With that he dropped his underwear; his jaw wasn’t very far behind. Sure enough, his cock was several times larger, now a good 9 inches and a thick tube of meat. "Holy shit!"
It was real! He pinched himself, "Ow!" Yup, real. "Ohmygawd!"
He was snapped back to the then and there and realized that someone was in the kitchen and he wasn’t sure how the hell he was going to explain this one. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and began to walk upstairs...
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