Billy 2 (humil)
by fucil99
Dave was the kind of guy that blew people off when they talked to him. He kind of heard them and all, but he never paid too much attention to the details of what they were saying. To him, they were lesser beings; they didn't have merit or worth. Dave was perfect in every way. When he looked in the mirror, a model looked back at him. When he went anywhere people stared and watched his every movement, and he knew it.
Dave was more then just conceited; he was in love with himself--his well-toned, very muscular body, his grand looks, his so-called personality, He didn't care about anyone else; he only cared about DAVE!! And there were legit reasons for Dave to love himself. He was absolutely FINE, and I don't mean he was fine as person. He was FINE as in drop dead handsome!
He had it made. Women drooled over him, and men envied him. Dave figured God would have been proud of this piece of work he was. Maybe he was too? Who knows? One thing was for sure, Dave wasn't going to be that impressed with himself for too much longer that was for sure!
Dave was due for what was about to happen; he was primed for it in a way. He was the perfect specimen, the perfect target! Dave was what was needed; he was everything everyone else wished they were. That was his Achilles heel, his final fault. For every perfect thing on earth, there was its opposite. For every flowering tree that graced your eyes in the springtime, there were the ones that never get noticed, the boring ones, the ones that looked dead longer than the others do. Their little leaves took hold long after the flowers have left the beautiful trees. Their leaves came out in relative obscurity all alone, unnoticed. Their blooms come alive and then thrive.
That was how Billy felt now. He was taller and all, but no one noticed him. No one! Especially not Dave who was way too busy noticing himself to see Billy. But then again Billy was still an ugly guy. He still needed a lot of work to be what he wanted to be, and Dave had what he wanted and plenty of it too.
Billy had seen Dave when he first got to this college. Dave was the handyman guy, the guy with the tool belt that hung around his waist and made him that much more sexier. You knew the type: he was the guy who troubleshot the small stuff. He was a jack-of-all-trades and the master of none, but above that, he was a dream guy in Billy's eyes. He was tall, 6'2 easy, and a big guy too. He was over 200 lbs. of all well toned beefcake muscle. He was just too perfect!
Billy was still trying to adjust to his new height and weight. He was trying desperately to find anything he could wear other than his workout suit. The sweat pants were now uncomfortably stretched to capacity by his new size, and the fact that none of his new weight was trained didn't help matters either. For the first time ever, Billy had a gut. He hated that. It sucked, or rather, it didn't. No matter how hard he tried to suck it in, it stayed there haunting him as he stood there staring in the mirror and hating what stared back at him. He was too tall for anything he owned now and too out of shape to keep wearing the shit he still had on from the gymnasium.
He was desperate when his eyes caught Dave's reflection in his mirror's far right hand lower corner. There reflected back to him was this guy he had always had a crush on since he got there--there was Dave. He was working off a ladder. He was probably there the whole time. For there ignored by him in the mirror was the reflection of his window wide-open curtains swayed gently, the wind pouring through it just enough to be felt. There in the mirror's reflective surface was what he needed--there was Dave. All dressed so sexually, he was wearing a pair of slightly faded light blue-colored jeans and a muscle tee shirt that gave away nothing to the imagination but everything for your senses. Billy stopped looking at himself and just watched Dave's reflection never turning around to confirm he was really there.
There, ten feet away from his room, was his next victim. There was beauty in that body; there was strength. There was his new body and looks, all packaged in one guy! Billy got closer to the mirror rather than closer to Dave who might be able to see him if looked in that direction and into Billy's room. Now Dave was still in his view, but he was out of Dave's sight so to speak. Dave was quite the scene too. There working away was a god of a man, a powerhouse of a guy. Dave's muscles tightening with every move his body made, strong biceps reacted to the slightest lift of his arms. His abs covered by the more than revealing thin fabric that housed them; they twisted and tightened along with his actions his whole body was so toned, so perfect, so what Billy needed.
How can I do this without having the same effects as I did before, he thought as he watched the strong handsome man working on the side of the building. Billy thought about it as he watched his every move. Dave's muscles showed so well, his face was absolute perfection and his confidence was more than just an attribute. It was there; it
was the in-your-face kind of confidence the kind Billy lacked. He envied him in that area big time.
That was one thing he wanted badly, but how and could he? Billy pondered the thought and then started to concentrate on the stud's reflection. Dave at first seemed very unaffected. He looked so good, so confident. There he was, two flights up, working like he was just standing on the ground. Billy was deathly afraid of heights. He couldn't stand on a balcony, let alone climb a ladder. Billy couldn't do a lot of things. But now he could, because Dave was definitely becoming affected. At first it was just his grabbing the rung of the ladder for added stability, but then he was grabbing it with two hands. He was essentially not working now, he couldn't. Fear was definitely becoming a factor for him.
Dave was working away on the neighboring window as confident in his looks as he was himself. Fear never ruled in his world--never. He wasn't just a good-looking guy; he was a strong, good-looking guy. He was a man's man! But now suddenly and inconceivably, he was frightened and frightened badly at that. No, he wasn't just frightened; he was scared. His whole body was shaking; he was that scared. He tried to look down, something he never feared before, but now he seemed so high up, so far from safety.
Billy, on the other hand, was experiencing something totally new to him, a euphoria like none he had ever felt before. Was this bravery? Confidence? It had to be! After all, he no longer cared about the implications to his former actions. He wanted more now; he wanted to be perfect in every way!
Dave's own fear grew and grew fast for him. His heartbeat was a mile a minute and increasing. His feet were frozen in place, his knuckles becoming white in their death grip on the ladder. Tears formed from this fear. He was so scared all of the sudden. He had to get down. He needed the security of a foothold on the ground. His legs just wouldn't work for him right now--he was that afraid. For Dave, this was the worst feeling he had ever had. Not only was he suddenly deathly afraid, he was going to need someone to come up and help him down from the ladder. He felt like such a woozy guy, just a pansy.
Tears were now primed for his cheeks, they teetered at edges of his now tightly-closed eyes. Tears of total shame in his lack of courage and tears of fear together the well-spring gave way and down his now shaking head and face. They rolled he was crying like a scared baby now and loudly at that!
A crowd had gathered below Dave now as Billy got up to look out the window at the now frightened handsome man. Billy's scanned the crowd for prospective donors and then looked back at his present donor. Frightened beyond fright, Dave looked so different now. He was the same in looks, great body, still fine features, but now his face was that of a frightened child's. And he was crying like one now too, much to his own dismay. Billy was enjoying this moment big time. Dave was such a macho guy just moments ago, and now he was as frightened as a kitten up a tree.
Billy looked at the poor guy and decided if he was going to be that afraid he needed a weak chin and thin wimpy lips to make him seem weak in appearance. Besides, he hated his own thin lips and weak chin and envied Dave's more masculine features, his strong chin line, his angular face, his thick sultry pouty lips and of course his manly-looking unkempt five o'clock shadow surrounding a handsome goatee. And then it hit him, if he was going to transfer his rather child like facial hair to this stud and take his, why not his full head of hair too! He was balding as well where this guy wasn't. He had the thickest full head of auburn brown hair he had ever seen. It shined in the sun. It was that healthy-looking.
Billy concentrated on Dave who was now being rescued by a fireman that had been called to the scene. All of this was taking a toll on the poor now very frightened Dave. His world of manliness was crashing around him, his macho facade just that now, a facade and a failing one at that, crumbling like dirt. Dave could feel the ladder moving with its added weight of the guy who coming up to save him. The fireman was what he used to be: big, strong and brave. Dave didn't feel to brave right now, that was for sure. His hands tightened with every movement of the ladder, his heart raced and his groin ached for release--he was that afraid. WHY!!!! WHY AM I SO AFRAID WHY???? His mind cried. He was too afraid to even open his tightly-closed, wet, tear-filled eyes to look down to see who was coming up to save him. Every step the guy took up shook the ladder that much more it was being tested by their combined weights, and in Dave's now much less confident mind, it was going to fail this test and soon.
Billy's powers took first his manly bravery, and now it was taking his looks as well. His strong manly features were softening to match his mind's now weaker state of being. His face became devoid of his haphazard beard line as his goatee thinned to a wispy reminder of its once manly form. His thick quivering lips lost their appeal next; they thinned to those of a boy's in appearance. His thick hair itched like crazy, just one more thing for the frightened guy to deal with. It felt like it was receding, and it was--and fast. He was developing a full grown bald spot, and he felt every hair that left his head as it formed.
Billy felt the changes to himself and ran to the mirror to watch them. It was a moment to behold, a change for the better for him as his weak chin thickened and became that of a true man's. His face so bare of all but weak wispy facial hair filled and darkened out. His upper and lower lips thickened as Dave's grew thin each burned and itched below and above them as hair filled in on his now handsomer face Billy was loving every bit, but his honker of a nose--that too had to go he thought, but it looked better on this stronger looking face than the weak looking one Dave was now getting.
Dave was quickly beginning to look worse in every way, except his build. He still had the body to die for, the strength was still there. It was the motivation, the courage and the confidence that had been stripped from it. Dave was different now in every way. He felt it all as did Billy; each loss was Billy's gain. Both felt a kind of different type of physical pain. One was good, the other was all bad! By the time the firefighter got to Dave, the transfer was complete Dave looked... well...ugly now, or at least less offensive and threatening. He looked like a frightened dumb farmer boy, sturdy, well built but afraid of the dark.
Dave lost it the moment he was embraced to be led down the short few steps. His bladder gave out and to his dismay he was doing what he hoped could never have happened to him. His world was forever changed.