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galactic-glamour-girl-posts · 2 years

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Animaniacs : Life Swap! AU

How would Pinky or Brain respond to being locked in a tower for decades? What would the Warners do if they were taken from their parents?

What if the Warners and Pinky and the Brain swapped origin stories?

Pinky and the Brain as toons:

--Pinky and the Brain were drawn in 1929 by Lon Borax in an attempt to spice up Buddy's boring cartoon. Lon Borax went nuts due to crunch, but Pinky and the Brain were still able star alongside Buddy. Eventually they overtook Buddy in popularity and got to star in their own cartoons.

--However, both mice became harder and harder to work with as time went on. Weed Memlo hated working with Pinky because of his stupidity, making the task of directing him near impossible; and he hated working with Brain because although Brain was smarter, he was indifferent to acting and showed complete disinterest in making cartoons, making him difficult to work with. He'd constantly point out plot holes, inconsistencies, non-sensical moments and clichés in the script, insult the writers, insult Weed, etc. The only person he got along with (relatively speaking) was Pinky. Brain thought starring in cartoons was beneath someone of his intellect, instead, he wanted to be an inventor.

--Eventually Memlo had enough and quit. Warner Bros. let Brain direct his and Pinky's next cartoon. Brain decided to make their next cartoon a showcase of his inventions. However, given that it was the 1930's, his incredibly advanced inventions freaked out the audience and led to people thinking he was a danger to the public. The cartoon had created mass hysteria, so in response Mr Plotz demanded that Brain be locked up in the water tower. Pinky begged Plotz to let Brain go...but Plotz saw this as a "kill two birds with one stone" situation and just locked Pinky up too.

--As days go by, Brain thinks about how if he was in charge of Warner Bros., he'd never treat a toon like this, no matter how unpopular they were. As years go by, Brain declares that if he was in charge if the world he'd turn it into a place where toons can't be treated this way. As decades go by, Brain swears that once he's out of here, he'll be the one in control of his own life...and everyone else's. He just needed to find a way out.

--Meanwhile Pinky thought the studio would let them out in the "morning"-"Of course they haven't let us out yet Brain, the sun hasn't risen yet!" Brain decided to just let him keep believing that.

--Brain wasn't very good at summoning new things from his hammer space because as a toon, he could only do so if a joke could be made out of it, and comedy wasn't his forte. Luckily this wasn't the case for Pinky, who exceled at comedy, so he was much better at summoning new objects. Brain would use these to make inventions in the tower, he'd pass the time by thinking of all types of different schemes, ones to escape the tower, ones to take over the world, meanwhile Pinky happily watched, listened and came up with all sorts of weird and wacky gags to summon all sorts of stuff from his hammer space.

--Eventually one the inventions did the job, and the toon mice were free. They confront Plotz and let him know what they're scheming-Brain wanted to give him the chance to grovel. Plotz thought Brain had lost his mind, and ordered Dr Scratchansniff to take Brain and Pinky as his new clients.

--However, Plotz recalled how popular Pinky and the Brain were before Brain's inventions caused mass panic, and given that almost six decades had passed and people had calmed down about Brain, he decided to give him and Pinky their own show. Brain agrees, but only because he realised some of his schemes would require funding. Pinky was more than happy to be on TV, he loved making kids laugh. Steven Spielberg even agreed to be the Executive Producer.

--Dr Scratchansniff successfully psychoanalyzes Brain, but Brain doesn't listen to his conclusions or diagnoses, refusing to admit he has a problem. Scratchy can't psychoanalyze or de-zanitize Pinky, his stupidity made it too difficult.

--Brain had no interest in Hello Nurse at first, until he finds out she is quite the genius too. He tries to get her to team up with him so they can take over the world together, but Hello Nurse tries to talk him out of it, suggesting he use his inventions to improve the world, not take it. Brain insists a world under his rule would be an improved world. They go back and forth on this a lot. Pinky and Hello Nurse get along really well, she's impressed by his high pain tolerance in particular. They often talk about fashion and their favourite TV shows.

--Sometimes at night, when the mice return home to the water tower after a long day, the toon mice would see three children roam the lot, seemingly in search of something, or someone. It was so dark and the mice were so small that sometimes the children would accidently step on them as they ran around frantically. Luckily since they were toons they were impervious to physical harm, but it was still annoying when it would happen...to Brain anyway, Pinky thought it was fun.

--Pinky and the Brain signed contracts allowing the studio to film them going about their daily lives, and episodes of their show would largely consist of the edited footage. Since many of Brain's schemes were now seen as wacky rather than frightening, this time their cartoons did not cause alarm.

The Warners as genetically modified lab animals:

--Three little animals were captured and taken away from their parents so that they could be experimented on. Acme Labs was incredibly interested in this "recently discovered new species" that the scientists at Acme Labs had eventually decided to call "warners".

--Their parents were badly injured whilst trying to protect them from the humans. The three warners aren't even sure if they survived, as the van drove away all they saw through the window were their parent's motionless bodies slowly drift out of sight, unsure if they were just unconscious or gone for good.

--The three warners were kept in three separate cages at the back of the lab. Though they couldn't put it into words just yet, they had never felt more alone or scared in their lives. They were experimented on for a little while before being put into the gene splicer. This made them anthropomorphic and gave them the ability to speak, but also essentially fried their brains, driving them insane.

--The warners were manageable before getting their genes spliced, but afterwards they wreaked havoc in the lab every day. The eldest would constantly interrupt experiments by babbling on about anything he could think of, the younger brother would tinker with and/or break equipment, the youngest would hiss viciously as she unsheathed her claws when awoken and taken from her cage, then yawn in the most adorable fashion and open her big shiny eyes as if she did nothing at all, before proceeding to flirt with all the "cute" male scientists, and all three warners would run around the lab like crazy. Though they acted joyful, the main reason the three children acted out was because they resented Acme Labs for separating them from their parents.

--They tried subjecting each Warner to the Learned Helplessness experiment, but the Warners actually enjoyed being shocked, so the experiment did not produce the expected or satisfactory results.

--The youngest warner would play with Snowball, a lab hamster who she thought was the cutest thing, and was horrified when he was injured whilst being experimented on. She heard that the scientists had planned to put him through the gene splicer in an attempt to heal him. Knowing from first hand that that was not a pleasant experience, one night she broke him out of his cage and hid him away inside her own, kept safely in a box (it had air holes, don't worry). From that day forth she promised to take care of him as her pet, and also promised if any of the scientists came anywhere near the box, she'd scratch their eyes out.

--Eventually all the warners were put in one larger cage in hopes that they would use up all their energy harassing each other rather than the scientists. In reality, all three warners were glad to be in the same cage, as it made nights less lonely. Not that never got on each other's nerves though, in fact the younger brother had annoyed his sister so much one day she spat "What are you, wacko?!" He simply stared in silence for a moment, then a spark alit in his eyes. "WAKKO! I love it. I've always wanted a name, thanks sis!" He hugged his now very confused sister tightly. She wanted to tell him that wasn't meant to be a name, but he seemed happy so she just rolled with it.

"I'll give you a name too! We'll call you Dot!"

"Oooo, that's cute! But why?"

"Because you're tiny, like a do-OW!" she kicked him indignantly. The eldest chuckled at the exchange.

"She'd probably prefer some fancy name, like Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo-"

"Oh stop yakking! How am I supposed to remember all that? Let alone say it."

"Yakking...YAKKO! We'll call you Yakko. Get it? It's like my name but with a Y." Wakko announced.

"How creative." Yakko said flatly. He smiled though-he liked it.

--Sometimes the warners would notice two mice sneaking into the lab to steal some equipment. The children still resented Acme Labs and didn't want the mice to be caught and subjected to experiments too, so they let them be and didn't say a word to the scientists about it. Sometimes they'd even chat with the mice, especially the taller one, the shorter one didn't seem too interested in casual conversation.

--Being in the same cage brought the warners closer together, but in doing so only made them long for their family to be complete now more than ever. Yakko decides that every night they'll escape and look for their parents-not just in their old home (wherever it was, they didn't know the way there from Acme Labs) but everywhere, in case their parents were alive and looking for them.

--So every night they escape the lab in search of their parents, but with no luck, and by morning they'd be routinely re-captured and put back in their cage. Despite this the warners refuse to give up and vow to keep searching for their parents until they are found, dead or alive.

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headache12468 · 6 months

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John stood outside the dimly lit alley, nervously glancing around while his partners committed the heist inside the jewelry store. He was the lookout, and this was supposed to be a simple job. But fate had other plans.

Officer Aaron Ramirez's patrol car pulled up, its flashing lights momentarily illuminating John's face. Aaron stepped out of the vehicle, a thick and imposing figure, both fat and muscular. He had a deep voice and a salt-and-pepper mustache that gave him an air of authority.

Aaron approached John, his tone firm but not unkind. "What are you doing here, John?"

John smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he taunted the officer. "Well, well, Officer Ramirez. Always showing up at the wrong time, aren't you? Just doing your duty, or trying to burn off some of those donuts?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, unfazed by John's jabs. "You can make fun of my job all you want, but you know the drill. What's going on here?"

John shrugged, feigning innocence. "Nothing, Officer. Just out for a midnight stroll and found myself here, you know, the usual."

Aaron studied John, his expression hinting at the suspicion he couldn't quite shake. "John, you're playing a dangerous game. You know I've arrested you more times than I can count. It's time for a change."

John, still trying to divert Aaron's attention from the jewelry store, put on his best charm. "Officer, maybe we've got it all wrong. I've been thinking, maybe I could help the community in a different way. What if I put my skills to use for the good guys?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Are you serious, John?"

John nodded, his voice earnest. "Yeah, I am. I've seen the error of my ways, and maybe it's time to do something right for a change."

Aaron's expression softened, and he sighed. "I'm sorry for always busting you, John. It's for your own good.

The loud crash of breaking glass and the wailing alarm cut through their conversation. Aaron Ramirez's face turned stern and he cursed under his breath. He immediately called for backup on his radio as he chased John through the dark streets.

Their pursuit led them to an old abandoned warehouse. John managed to slip inside and hide, his heart pounding. He watched as Aaron entered the warehouse, his flashlight scanning the shadows.

"John, it's not too late to change," Aaron called out, his voice echoing through the vast space. "Just come with me, stop making this hard on yourself."

John could see Aaron drawing his gun and adjusting it. Probably removing the safty he thought. His heart raced, realizing this had become a life-or-death situation. He needed to escape.

As Aaron turned his back for a moment searching a nearby crate, John saw his chance. He made a silent dash towards a nearby window, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But as he was halfway through the window, Aaron spotted him, and in the tense moment, he fired his gun.

The bullet struck John, but the adrenaline pushed him forward. He felt a searing pain but didn't stop. He was like a man possessed, running like a bat out of hell.

When he glanced back, Aaron was no longer in pursuit. In fact, he was leaving the warehouse, the conflict between fugitive and cop taking an unexpected turn.

John made his way to his girlfriend Maria's house, knowing he couldn't go home. It was late, and she was understandably upset when he arrived, fearing he might wake up the entire house. She asked him why he was there, and he replied that he was just grabbing something to eat. Hunger gnawed at him, especially after the adrenaline-pumping chase and getting shot.

Maria, a beautiful and confident Mexican woman with a perfect body and a matching attitude, instructed him to be quiet and meet her in her room. John makes his way to her restroom and pulls his shirt revealing his muscular build with a small treasure trail. John took pride in his appearance always jogging and working out. There’s no way Ramirez could have ever caught him.

John pulls out some some stuff to clean his injury. He examines where he got hit but to his surprise there’s nothing there. It’s red and sore but no injury. Strange he knows he got shot. Maybe Ramirez switch the bullets to rubber ones. He’s not a bad guy after all he thought. Just than his stomach rumbled loud. John was starving. Where was Maria with his food.

John makes his way out of the restroom and Maria right on que shows up with a sandwich, and John couldn't help but ask for another one, Maria's questions grew more serious. "What did you do, John? I know your ass didn’t just come here for food."

An argument ensued between them, the tension in the room palpable. Maria, who cared deeply for him, wanted him to leave a life of crime behind and find a proper job. John knew she was right, but it wasn't easy.

Frustrated and tired, Maria turned her back to him and lay down, ready to go to sleep. John, still hungry but feeling the weight of his decisions, climbed into bed beside her. His stomach rumbled loudly. She never did get him another sandwich.

John had been laying low at Maria's house for the past few days, not going anywhere and constantly raiding her fridge. Maria's patience had reached its limit. She handed him some money and told him to go pick up groceries; it was time to stop eating everything in sight.

As John walked to the grocery store, his stomach growled with a persistent hunger. However, his willpower was fading. He couldn't resist stopping at a nearby McDonald's. The smell of a burger was irresistible. He ordered one and devoured it, then bought another, unable to control his appetite.

Just as he was about to bite into the second burger, he heard a familiar voice. It was Ramirez. The cop sat down across from John, a sly smile on his face.

"Fancy seeing you here, John," Ramirez said, his eyes fixed on the burger. "You look hungry."

John swallowed hard, his appetite momentarily forgotten as he realized he was cornered once again.

Ramirez placed a bag of food on the table, and John tensed, uncertain of what the cop had in mind. But to his surprise, Ramirez assured him that he wasn't there to arrest him; he just wanted to talk.

Ramirez's conversation was unusual, as he spoke about cleaning up the streets and his sense of accomplishment as a cop. He pulled out a burger and handed one to John, encouraging him to help himself. Starving and intrigued by the abundance of food, John cautiously accepted and started eating.

As they devoured the burgers, Ramirez's demeanor was friendly, even if his conversation was a bit odd. John couldn't help but make a snarky comment about cops and their weight. Ramirez chuckled and replied, "You'll catch up if you keep eating like this." With that, he left, promising to find John again.

Alone, John reached into the bag for another burger, only to discover that they had devoured all the burgers. He couldn't shake the persistent hunger, even after eating so much.

Ramirez took a sip of his coffee and leaned against the car. "You know, John, I've seen you around for a while now. Always up to something, it seems. But I've also seen you change recently."

John nodded, still feeling a bit self-conscious about his recent weight gain. "Yeah, well, I'm trying to turn my life around, Officer. Maria's been helping me, too."

Ramirez's gaze was understanding, though his voice was gruff. "Good to hear. But tell me, why'd you get kicked out of your last place?"

John sighed, his voice tinged with regret. "It was a dump, barely affordable. I got into a big argument with the landlord, and, well, I guess I let things get out of hand. He decided to kick me out."

Ramirez raised an eyebrow. "What was the argument about?"

John hesitated for a moment before answering. "Rent, repairs, and a whole lot of frustration. It was a mess, Officer."

Ramirez nodded. "I understand how tough it can be, especially when you're trying to make ends meet. I hope you can keep this new direction going, John."

John appreciated Ramirez's understanding, even though it was coming from an unexpected source. "Yeah, I'm trying, Officer. Life's been tough, but I'm not giving up."

They continued to chat, sharing stories of their struggles and the challenges they'd faced, finding common ground despite their different backgrounds. As John and Ramirez enjoyed their donuts and continued their conversation, something was subtly changing within John. He couldn't help but notice something different about Ramirez, though he couldn't put his finger on it immediately.

They talked about their past experiences, their hopes, and their aspirations. Ramirez's deep, confident voice resonated with John, and his stories painted a picture of a gay man dedicated to his job and his community. It was hard growing up a gay boy only to deal with the struggles of a gay cop. No one took him seriously either. John would have never took The officer as a gay man. He’s so masculine.

Ramirez leaned against his patrol car, the blue uniform he wore fitting him like a second skin. It accentuated his muscular build, showcasing the contours of his thick chest and wide shoulders. His uniform was well-maintained, emphasizing his dedication to his role as a police officer.

His arms, thick and hairy, bore evidence of strength and years of service. He had a strong presence, and his salt-and-pepper mustache added an air of authority to his rugged, handsome face. As the car's lights flashed nearby, it highlighted the masculine features and stern yet kind expression that seemed to define him.

For John, these details stood out more than ever during their conversation, contributing to the complex mix of emotions he was experiencing. John began to realize he was physically attracted to Ramirez. But how? He’s straight. That can’t be it he thought. John couldn’t help but ask if Ramirez had a partner. “No, been waiting for the right person to come along. They had to be handsome kind of like you.” Ramirez wink and did a pec bounce. Which john immediately blushed and looked away. John was so confused about this feeling.

As they shared their stories and laughter, John's feelings grew more apparent, adding a new layer of complexity to their already unusual relationship. Ramirez took a moment to look at his wristwatch, a piece that held great sentimental value. It clung to his muscular physique.

Ramirez noticed John's gaze and, with a hint of a smile, began to take off the watch. "John," he said, "this watch is something special to me. It was my father's, a retired cop. He gave it to me as a symbol of our commitment to this line of duty."

John was taken aback by the gesture, not expecting such a meaningful gift. He knew the significance of the watch to Ramirez and hesitated. "Officer, I couldn't..."

Ramirez interrupted him, his voice warm and understanding. "Call me Aaron and take it, John. Consider it a symbol of change.”

As John put on the watch, it hung loosely from his wrist, a stark reminder of the weighty gift and responsibility it represented.

They both noticed they had finished the donuts and coffee, and Ramirez turned to John. "So, what are you going to do now, John?"

John shrugged, uncertainty in his eyes. "I honestly don't know, Officer. I'm trying to change, but it's tough."

Ramirez considered it for a moment, then offered, "You know, John, I've got some extra space at my place. You can stay there for a while if you like."

John's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide his excitement. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

John and Ramirez made their way to Ramirez's house in the affluent suburbs. The neighborhood was filled with beautiful, spacious houses, each one more opulent than the last. They passed grand estates with perfectly manicured lawns and luxurious cars parked in pristine driveways.

Ramirez's two-story house was no exception. It exuded an air of wealth and success, with a well-kept garden and a polished exterior. The neighborhood was quiet, and it seemed like a world away from the bustling streets John was used to.

As they entered the house, Ramirez gave John a tour of the house, the banter between them took a flirtatious turn.

Aaron opened the door to one of the rooms and gestured inside. "This, John, is my bedroom. It's got a king-sized bed. Plenty of space for more than one."

John raised an eyebrow, playfully teasing, "Is that an invitation, Aaron?"

Aaron chuckled, a warm smile on his face. "Well, you never know, John. We might have to share a bed if you keep eating all those donuts."

Their light-hearted banter continued as they explored the house, the connection between them growing with each passing moment.

As they reached the living room, Aaron excused himself briefly and returned with a bowl of donut holes, warm milk, and fresh clothes for John. Grateful for his kindness, John thanked Aaron.

Aaron placed the items on the table, and as John stood nearby, he leaned in closer and pull John in. Smelling John as he came up. His face was so close to John’s now he could feel the prickle from his mustache, he could even smell Aarons colone. He raised his hand, large and robust and began to rub Johns belly all the way up to his new expanding moobs which bounced in the transformation. Aarons hands had strength with undeniably masculinity to them. Had his belly gotten bigger? John, startled and nervous, couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions in response to Aaron's unexpected action. His heart raced as he tried to process the situation. The strong and intimate gesture from the confident cop had left him both intrigued and uncertain, his thoughts and feelings swirling in a tumultuous mix. John wasn’t used to this. He was a straight man. He had a girlfriend. Aaron finally let go and suggests that they get ready for bed.

Aaron, still maintaining an air of confidence and consideration, gestured towards the en suite bathroom in his room. "John, feel free to use the shower in here. I'll grab a towel for you."

John undressed and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. The water cascaded down, helping to wash away the tension. As John was lost in his thoughts, the bathroom door opened, and Aaron re-entered, bringing with him the sound of running water. Just than the shower curtain flew open and Aaron entered the shower completely naked. John was completely surprised by this action and completely off guard. Aaron allows his entire body to get wet. Rubbing his hands on his face and body to remove any filth attached to his body. The water glistened and cascaded down his muscular yet slightly plump body. Each droplet clung to his skin briefly before gliding along his broad chest, muscular arms, and over his firm belly, making its way and pouring off his uncut cock. The light from above was highlighting the contours of his physique, creating an almost mesmerizing display of strength and sensuality. John couldn't help but appreciate the sight, captivated by the intriguing mix of power and charm Aaron possessed. He than looks at John eye to eye pulling him closer. John’s body is now pressed against this strong individual. His belly pressed up against his. What the fuck is going on. As strong as John was he couldn’t push Aaron off him. Aarons nose was touching his own he was so close.

John’s cock which was also uncut was now fully erect and pressed against Aarons. Pre slowly existing the tip.

Aaron asks John, “Is this okay?” Very soft spoken even in his manly tone.. John wants to say no but replies yes. Than that’s when Aaron almost interrupts him with a kiss so passionate. His mustache that graced his upper lip brushed against John’s upper lip. As he rubbed his face gently, his strong, broad features seemed to press into John’s unyielding surface. John finally stopped and told him that they should get out soon.

As they both finished up washing each other. Aaron went to change into more comfortable clothes in his closet. John, as he left the shower, couldn't help but notice Aaron's discarded uniform, strewn on the floor, a silent reminder of the day's unexpected and evolving events.

Aaron re-entered the bathroom, shirtless and clad only in a snug pair of white underwear. His physique was impressive, the white under clung and house his bulge and fatty cushion and balls emphasizing and making them pop. His well-defined muscles glistening under the bathroom lights. A rock-hard belly and strong arms emphasized his dedication to staying in shape.

As he approached the mirror, he reached for a bottle of oil, preparing to apply it to his bald scalp. Aaron found John gazing at his uniform on the floor through the mirror. The sight of John's fascination with the uniform caused Aaron's to develop a devilish grin. His deep voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "You find my uniform inviting, John?"

John was taken aback but couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Aaron. He stammered, "I...I just thought it looked...interesting."

Aaron's charm and confidence were palpable as he approached John, creating an atmosphere of intrigue and connection between them.

Aaron picked up his tank top and placed it over John, insisting with a friendly smile, "You should try this too, John. It's all in good fun."

John tried to voice his initial intention of trying on the uniform, but Aaron's persuasive nature and sense of playfulness stopped him. The large uniform shirt wrapped around John's body

As John looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but comment, "I look silly in this, Aaron. If my old gangster friends could see me now..."

Aaron pressed up against him, his presence comforting. He looked at John with a reassuring smile and said, "You look fine, John. Besides, we need to complete the uniform." His gaze shifted down to the pants and the belt. As John bent down to grab the pants to complete the outfit, he paused for a moment, considering the oversized nature of the uniform shirt. Realization dawned on him, and he thought, "It's not like the pants would fit anyway."

Just than Aaron than shoves his cock into John’s ass. Pressing his fat midsection and balls agianst his bare ass. His belly resting on his back now. This causes John’s dick to shoot straight up. It felt so thick and large stretching out his hole. John is pushed and has to hold on to the counter top. The watch that rest on the counter top reacts and snaps on to John’s wrist. Wtf is happening!? He thought.. I’m straight I’m straight! John screams. Aaron laughs and holds him close. He raw powerful arms holding him close. “It’s okay John it’s all part of the change we are talking about.”

John could feel Aarons plump cock pumping more and more cum into him. Aaron reach’s over and shoves his large white under in John’s face. John begins shaking with pleasure and inhales Aaron intoxicating musk.. John’s body reacting and undergoing a noticeable change, it was evident that his muscles remained, but they were now covered by a layer of soft, pliable fat. His body seemed to swell in all the right places, and the oversized uniform, which was already too large for him, became filling out and feeling snug.

His chest, once defined, now sported a pair of man-boobs that were rounder and fuller. His waistline expanded, his large belly now hanging and his once-chiseled abs softened, forming a cushion of flesh. His arms and legs grew thicker, and a layer of hair began to sprout on his skin, adding to the transformation. His ass widen and pushed Aarons cock deeper into his ass the feeling was so intense that he erect cock shot out all over the cabinet he was leaning on. Exhausted and weak in the legs falls to his knees heaving heavily.

Aaron, with a playful grin comes up to John’s neck giving him soft pecs on his now large neck. He encourages John to go all the way. He hands John his large white underwear, completing the ensemble, and said, "Why not go for the full experience, John? It's all in good fun.".

He drops the large white underwear to the floor which began to rise and magically wrapped itself around John's expanded waist, accommodating his new, robust form perfectly.

As John stared at his transformed reflection in the mirror, a profound sense of confusion washed over him. He couldn't fathom what had just happened. His gaze shifted to the wrist, and to his astonishment, he saw the watch that once belonged to Aaron's father now wrapped around his wrist, fitting perfectly.

In that moment, the room seemed to blur around him, and his face began to change. A beard sprouted on his face, and it quickly turned gray, mirroring the age and wisdom that came with the passing years.

As these changes occurred, a rush of memories and emotions flooded over John. He remembered the significance of the watch, a symbol of their love and commitment. It was a reminder of the proposal, the love they shared, and the journey they had taken together.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asks coming back of John pressing his cock against his ass and rubbing it at the same time.

John struggles to pick up his pants and tightens his belt completing his outfit.

As John gazed into the mirror at his transformed reflection, he saw a new, fuller version of himself. His body had taken on a robust and curvaceous shape, with soft, pliable fat that seemed to hug every contour. His once-taut muscles were still visible beneath the surface, contributing to the allure of his physique.

The gray beard on his face added an air of maturity and wisdom, contrasting with the boyish charm of his past self. He looked more distinguished and confident.

Behind John, Aaron stood, admiring his partner's form. A warm, affectionate smile played on his lips as he took in the sight of John's transformation. He could see the unique beauty in this changed version of his beloved, appreciating the essence of the man he had come to cherish.

The room was filled with a sense of love and acceptance.

“Can I change now? I still need to do some work on my computer. The chief is going to ride my ass.” Johnathan Ramirez told his partner.

“Kind of like I did right now,” Aaron winks smacking while grabbing Johnathans large ass.

“Yes babe,” Johnathan rolls his eyes.

John decided to jump into the shower to freshen up before joining Aaron in bed. He cleaned out his hole, “Damn he sure did pump me full of cum today.” Johnathan declared out load. This caused him to get aroused.

John rummages through the closet, he soon realized that none of the clothes were his. It was a strange feeling to confront a wardrobe that seemed unfamiliar. He shrugged off the momentary confusion, thinking, "Oh well, I'll just wear Aaron's clothes. We both fit into the same suit anyway."

With that decision, John opted for a fresh pair of white tights and a shirt from Aaron's wardrobe and made he way to the bed.

John started, a hint of amazement in his voice, "It's crazy to think we're both cops now, isn't it? I mean, who would've thought?"

The thought felt strange to express, but he couldn't help but wonder about the path that had brought them to this point.

As he pondered this, Aaron gets close pressing his body and wrapping his arm around his new developed husbands large gut, gently rubbing it, and offered a reassuring, "Goodnight, my love."

The room was filled with the warm intimacy of the moment as they drifted into slumber. It was weird

In his dreams that night, John found himself revisiting his old life. However, there was an eerie sense of disconnection as he didn't recognize the old version of himself. The dream world seemed to blur the lines between who he used to be and who he had become.

As he navigated the dream's surreal landscapes and met familiar faces from his past, John couldn't help but feel that he had evolved into someone entirely new. After all it was just a dream and his life with his husband was truly magical.

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