New Life for Cooper 2
by Titan
t took Cooper a few seconds to realise he was back in his small apartment.
His head- ached, 'what a night' he said out loud to himself as he got himself out of bed.
His mind was muddled aided by the copious amounts of beer he'd consumed. He felt heavy and looking down at his stomach he realised why?
Where he remembered a flat, perfect six-pack now sat the beginnings of a beer-belly.
'Fuck! Where did that come from?' he almost shouted.
'Oh! I hear sleeping beauty's up at last?' a sarcastic voice came from the hallway.
It was Coopers flatmate Kevin. 'What happened to you last night?' he asked as he approached Coopers opened bedroom door. 'Oh my god! What the fuck happened to your hair?' he started to laugh. Then he noticed the belly, 'and what the hell did you swallow, a beer keg?'
Seeing Kevin looking at his hair he put a hand to his head and felt the familiar, thick locks but as he brought it down the back he could only feel stubble.
He rushed to the mirror on his dresser and did a double take. There sat the weirdest hairstyle he'd ever seen.
'You got a sort of gay look going on Coop?' Kevin asked as he touched the shaved sides. 'Feels kinda cool though?'
'Cut it out' Cooper said brushing Kevin's hand away.
Despite the bed-head look from a deep sleep, his new hairstyle was very obvious. The top was long and thick, almost covering his eyes, but the rest had been shaved down to the skin. Pale skin showed everywhere even though stubble remained its blonde colouring made it look like he'd been shaved clean.
'So where can I get a look like this? Kind of rockabilly meets pompadour isn't it?'
'Fuck that barber!' Cooper said as he tried to smooth his hair back over the top of his head getting it away from his eyes. Now it looked even weirder with all the hair piled on top.
He was starting to remember despite the headache.
What had seemed like a dream had been totally real. He'd actually let the old geezer suck his dick. He started to feel weird at the thought. Though something at the back of his mind told him he should do it all again as it had felt fantastic.
'Kinda suits you roomy but I think someone needs to head to the gym asap'.
Kevin said pointing to the protruding belly.
'You can talk,' Cooper shot back, looking at Kevin.
Kevin was shorter than Cooper and not nearly as athletic, which made him look overweight, something he was conscious of but his trips to the gym were very few, and unlike Cooper, he did love his beer and his pizzas. He'd never been into the gym or sports for that matter.
At 5 foot 8 inches and rather plain looking he was very envious of his flatmates looks. Cooper always got the girls and seemed to do well at everything he did.
Even his hair was perfect; well it was! By comparison Kevin's hair was light brown, fine and even starting to recede at the temples while a bald patch had started to develop on top. To probably compensate for the loss of hair he'd grown a decent goatee, something that made him look older than his 20 years. His thick, body carried a lot more hair than his flatmates, something he became a little self conscious about. A few times he tried shaving his chest but most of the time he found it all a bit much. So he let it go. He just hopped it didn't start growing on his back.
'Well I'm not the one with the fixation on my body am I?' Kevin shot back.
Cooper wasn't listening as he kept looking at his new image. Something about the baldness on the sides and back was fascinating him as he rubbed the glistening stubble, then he remembered how he came to have that look. Electric clippers! Those huge heavy-duty monsters the barber used had done this to him, and it started to make his dick happy.
'What the?' He said to himself, as he rushed past Kevin making his way to the bathroom to hide his problem.
Shutting the door he was more than alarmed to see how turned on he was. His dick was at full mast. What had that barber done to him. What was in that beer?
He went under the shower to relieve his tension only to find himself turned on by the sight of the new, round, ball belly that was developing thanks to all the beer he'd consumed.
Rubbing it as he watched the beads of water cascade over it he became very excited.
Why did he like this fattening look? He never did before, or did he?'
As he shot his load all he could focus on was on how alive he felt at the beginnings of a decent beer belly.
After his shower, still confused, he stared at himself in the mirror.
The hairstyle changed his look considerably. All that thick hair piled on top of his head did kind of give him a cool, hip look, but he knew he'd be the laughing stock on campus, so he'd have to go back to the barber and get him to fix it. What he could do, considering the lack of hair on the sides and back, Cooper didn't try to dwell on. Sam did this so Sam could fix it.
The thought of him going back to the barber known as Samuel Jasper didn't scare him too much as he'd remembered the great, free beer that was provided as well as that blowjob which should of bothered him but didn't.
No, there was something about that Barber and his shop that seemed all okay almost like a cosy atmosphere where he had nothing to worry about.
Well, only his hair!
A few hours later Cooper was sitting back in Sams big traditional barber's chair, chugging down a huge pitcher of drug filled beer.
It was too early to drink so he didn't know why he was talked into it. He knew it probably wasnt helping his waistline, but Sam insisted saying he thought the extra weight looked good on him. On top of all that, it seemed to relax him.
Brushing the hair straight back while he was talking, 'So you decided you didn't like your new hairstyle. Well I did try to talk you out of it but I think the drink was at fault last night. You saw the photo and you said I want a pompadour.' Sam lied. He had given this hairstyle to his new slave knowing it would bring him back as soon as he sobered up. And with the tight fade up the sides and back made the pompadour the more unusual.
He knew the kid wouldn't be able to change it without going considerably shorter.
'So I really asked for this?' Cooper said watching Sam as he added a thick gel to hold the long strands in place, carefully combing the long bangs back over his head.
'Well you were really hammered.' Sam answered as he took his pipe from the counter and lit it.
'Well my flatmate is giving me grief so I'm sure the same will happen at uni.' Cooper said starting to feel the effects of the smoke that was filling the room.
'Is he? Maybe you should send him here and I can correct his attitude for you.'
'Would you? That would be great, his always been a smart-arse.'
'Is he as atheletic and handsome as you?' Sam pushed wondering how much control he had over his slave now the beer and pipe tobacco were working there magic again.
"No, his short and fat, and balding too.' Cooper exaggerated.
'Well that aint such a bad look is it? I mean, look at me.' Sam said smiling.
A little embarrased Cooper quickly said, ' no sorry Sam, it suits you, and maybe I'm being a little tough on Kevin. His not that bald or fat and he has a pretty good goatee going on. I could never grow one that's for sure.' suddenly Cooper felt he was being unfair to his friend. He actually looked good this morning, something he hadn't really noticed before.
'Well he sounds interesting so you'll get him to come in so I can meet him won't you?' Sam ordered.
'Yeah I guess.'
'Tell him about my free beer with every haircut policy.'
'Oh, he will definitely go for that.' Cooper smiled knowing how cheap his flatmate was.
' Now what about you? Still not big on your new look even though I've gelled it all back?'
Looking in the mirror, Cooper had to admit the barber had improved the style with some gel and a comb but he was a little on the conservative side. 'No really Sam, I can't go around looking like this.'
'So what am I going to do with your hair?' Sam asked puffing continually on the pipe.
'Can't you shorten it a little, you know, not make it look so high and thick,'he said starting to feel the effects of the smoke.
'Well of course I can shorten the top but to take away the height I would have to remove a lot of hair. There isn't much I can do with the sides, of course taking all the hair off would fix the problem.'
You mean shaving it all off?'
'Yeah. You've got a great shaped head'.
'No, no, thats pretty radical.... isn't it?' he added looking at Sam's smooth head wondering what he looked like when he had hair.
'Not really. Many men shave there heads, even when they have a full head of hair.'
'Huh? Even if they aren't balding?' Kevin asked though he knew some guys at uni that were bald by choice.
'Sure! But I see you're not ready for that step, at least not yet!' Sam said with a little change in his voice.
Starting to feel totally relaxed now he wriggled back in the chair and said, 'well I'll go with whatever you think Sam, I know you are a good barber.'
Sam couldn't believe how well these drugs worked. He wasn't sure what was in them but Ivan, his master had supplied him with them after he set up Sam in his new life as a Barber, just for this very situation.
You see it was Ivan, known to his trainees as a 'Master Barber' that had induced and changed Sam to his new career as a barber. And so it was up to Sam and the new trainees to find others to work their skills on, mostly by force. In fact, Ivan had been notified about the new customer, Cooper.
But more about Ivan later. That's a whole different story!
'Oh! Just good. Wait until you see what I can do do make you into a perfect, masculine gentleman. That's my specialty! You'll be telling everyone I'm an outstanding barber.'
'Something beneath his relaxed state told him he should be worried. Did he want to look different?
'And you will only let Sam be your barber, because he is so outstanding!'
'Of course Sam. Only you.' Cooper felt this was the right thing to say, and for some reason he really believed it, even though he'd only just met the old barber.
'Good. Now for that haircut. Why don't you take your clothes off so I don't get any hair on them?
Putting his drink down he started to remove his shirt and jeans, without too much hesitation, 'Oh, okay.... Ah.......this is a little....ah....different! '
As he sat back in the chair he couldn't help notice the belly he now had. He started to stroke it, admiring the firmness of weight he was now carrying. He hadn't notice his cock growing harder.
'Okay. Lets try something,' and with that he picked up a set of black, Oyster branded clippers. The motor was a deep pitched whirr as the blades approached his head and once again there was a stirring in his groin.
'You trust Sam don't you Cooper?' The barber said noting this kids growing penis.
As the pipe smoke became denser and the beer emptied, Cooper was putty in Sam's hands.
'You want to make me happy, just like I make you happy?'
'Yes Sam. Happy!'
'So what haircut do you want now?' the warm blades already touching the shaved skin making Cooper even more turned on.
'Hmm, I don't... don't know?' Cooper said a little confused. Didn't Sam always know what was good for him.
'You want a flat top don't you. Now thats what you asked for, wasn't it?'
'A flat top?' Cooper asked.
'Yes! A nice short flat top. That will make you stand out.'
'A flat top. Stand out......'Cooper mumbled trying to remember what a flattop looked like.
'I thought you'd see it my way.'
Cooper looked on mesmerised as he stared at himself in the mirror.
Slowly, the barber was fashioning a very exacting level deck on top as he changed to different comb attachments.
It didn't take long before the hair was reduced to a very exacting high and tight. It looked as if a spirit level had been used on the top, it was so straight and angular.
The style did suit Cooper, Sam thought, maybe a little too much. Well he knew it would only be a temporary look for his boy. There was more changes to come, as instructed by his master Ivan.
'Now to finish it off, you want me to shave the sides smooth, don't you?'
'Ah! Do I?' Cooper said looking at the new style and turning his head from side to side not knowing if he liked it or not.
'Yes. You do. It will look very good. You can trust whatever I say Cooper. You do trust me don't you Cooper?'
'Trust you. Yes Sam.'
'And you do all that I tell you because I am your master. I tell you what to do and you like that. Who am I Cooper?'
'My....ma...master!'
'And I will decide what you should look like. You want me to turn you into my slave don't you boy?'
'Your slave?'
'Sam's slave for life. Who is your master Cooper?'
'You are Sam.'
'And I will make you into my perfect slave. You cannot wait.'
'I...I cannot......wait.' Cooper stammered now totally under Sam's control.
Soon, warm lather was being spread around the sides and back of Coopers head.
As the razor removed the remaining stubble Sam whispered in Coopers' ear, 'you love the feeling of being shaved of your boyish, blonde hair, it makes you feel very sexy. All that bald, smoothness. you want more and more. you are so turned on. What do you feel Cooper?'
'Turned on!'
Sam smiled as he noticed Cooper stroking his cock, 'and I think just to make it smoother why don't I give you another shave against the grain, you'll love the feeling.'
'Yes! Yes! please.......I...I...love it.....ah!' Cooper dreamily returned.
'But first another beer to relax you. You love my beer don't you?'
'Yes Sam, it's the best!' Cooper said looking forward to another beer as much as more head-shaving,completely oblivious to the fact he hadn't loved beer too much before coming to Sam's barbershop, let alone the feeling of being shaved.
Well after another gut-filling pitcher of special brew, he knew Cooper was ready to say thankyou. 'Why don't you make me happy. You love all that I do for you, don't you Cooper? All the changes to help you become a real man?'
'Love all you do,' Cooper repeated rubbing his developing beer gut.
'Well I can do more but first you should make me happy. Why don't you suck on my cock. you know it will make me happy. You want to make your master happy?'
' Yes Sam!' Cooper said climbing off the chair and without a beat unzipping Sam's trousers, exposing a impressive cock for an old man but of course Sam was actually only 29. His current look had been created by the 'master barber' remember.
Taking the thick cock into his mouth as if it was something he had done many times before he swallowed the head before Sam guided the stud's mouth down the whole shaft then back. A few more times and Cooper was doing it all himself without gagging. 'That's it Cooper. You are loving sucking your master's cock? It feels very natural, as if you were born to be a cocksucker. The best of all cocksuckers. But you will only get better if you practice. And practise you will. At every opportunity you will be hungry for men's cocks. You need to show everyone how good you are, and with more practice you will be the best. You want to be the best, especially for your master. That's it, enjoy that cock, the first of many.'
Suddenly, Cooper felt warm cream being applied to his head. More lather, he couldn't believe it. Then the blade of the straight razor going over smooth skin. Cooper sucked deeper as he realised Sam was going over his head again, and for some reason, he loved every scrape of the razor, knowing it was creating complete smoothness.
As Sam shot his load down Coopers mouth he noticed Cooper shoot his own load all over his cracking linoleum. Perfect timing!
'Well done slave. You have the makings of a professional cocksucker,' Sam said as he zipped his trousers back up. 'So what are you Cooper?'
'I'm your cocksucking slave, master.' And then Cooper got back up onto the chair. Wiping his mouth he wondered why he had enjoyed his masters cock so much, but he soon forgot about that when he saw himself in the mirror.
Ignoring his state of dress, particlarily his dripping cock, he ran both hands over the sides of his head, mesmerised at how smooth it was.
'So what do you think?' Sam asked as he cleaned up the mess on the floor.
As he looked in the mirror he couldn't believe how much it had changed his appearance. His blonde hair looked a little darker in areas as it had been cut a lot shorter but with the combination of no hair on the sides or back, it still looked quite thick on top. Sam had made the perfect flattop. Cooper, feeling the contrast between where the hair finished and the smooth skin started, he wondered why he had never tried this style before.
LATER
'My God! What were you thinking going back to the same barber? Maybe you should just sign up for the marines and be done with it.' Kevin chuckled when he saw his flatmate come through the front door, though he had to admit it made the stud look very hot, but he'd never say that to his face.
Still a little inebriated from the beer and under its influence Cooper looked at himself in the hall mirror.
'Shut it, Kevin! I think Sam did a great job. He said it's very popular at the moment.''
'Sure! Maybe in the East Village, sweetie!' Kevin said in an effeminate voice.
'Fuck off! You're just jealous you can't pull off a flattop with your balding hair.'
'Yeah! That's it Coop! You are spot on.'Kevin replied, knowing full well he couldn't carry off a similar look with his thinning hair but angry at Cooper stating the obvious.
So how much is this barber charging for a looser cut like that?'
'Actually he only charged me 10 bucks, along with all the free beer I could drink.'
'Looks like you got your money's worth, judging by that stomach.'
'I can work this all off in no time,' Cooper said as he rubbed his expanded belly, knowing full well he loved the extra weight.
'Yeah, yeah! Mr gym bunny. Say, did you say free beer?' Kevin said suddenly interested.
'Sure did'. Cooper said as he stared at his new look in the mirror. Then remembering Sam's instruction to get Kevin to come to the barbershop, 'Maybe you should try him out? For first time customers he has a no charge policy.'
'And beer for free eh?' Kevin asked as he ran a hand through his hair 'Suppose I could do with a trim. Where is this shop exactly?'
Kevin was interested if for no other reason than the free beer and free haircut. Though he'd make sure the barber didn't try one of his 'Cooper styles', plus he'd get his money's worth of beer, something he had trouble getting being underaged.
Cooper was happy the smart-arse was going to to get an attitude adjustment, according to Sam.
SAM'S BARBERSHOP
Sam licked his lip and stroked his thick moustache as he took in his latest client.
'So, your're Cooper's friend.' Sam said as he went back to get a beer for his latest customer.
'Well, I'm more a flatmate really.' Kevin said now sitting in the big, red leathered barber's chair.
'Really?' Sam sung out from the back. 'He seemed to speak very highly of you. I thought you might even be a couple'.
'Huh? No! You've got the wrong idea there. We're both straight. No homo's at our place, that's for sure.' Kevin almost spat out as quick as he could, trying to over-compensate for the inference.
Sam noticed straight away. He smiled to himself as he realised this was going to be easier than he thought. He actually liked Kevin's plain look and fire-plug body. It was more his type, and more importantly, ready for the transformation he specialised in.
Kevin wondered why Cooper would say anything nice about him. He only shared with him for convenience. Cooper showed very little interest in Kevin usually.
'Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause offence. In fact I'm one of those homo's.'
Sam answered as he brought a large pitcher of beer to his new client.
Well that explained Cooper's haircut, Kevin thought to himself then realising his big mouth, ' sorry mister, I have nothing against peoples lifestyles as long as they don't try to force it on others.'
'Wouldn't dream of it dear boy. Now drink up and we'll get on with your haircut.'
'Ah, gee, thanks! Now Cooper said the first haircut is free?' Kevin asked checking Cooper hadn't lied about paying as he devoured the cold, frosty beer.
Now if you hadn't worked it out Kevin was cheap. Really cheap.
'Well for clipper cuts only, I don't charge for the first time visit. No style cuts of course!' He decided to try on the cheapskate.
Kevin didn't go in for the fancy salons anyway, maybe because they charged more. 'Yeah! Clippers is fine but not too much off. And there's no way I want the super short look you gave Cooper.'
'You didn't like the flat-top. I thought it suited him. Do you mind if I smoke?' Sam asked taking his pipe and lighting it without waiting for a response.
'Sure!' Kevin said stunned at the appearance of the pipe. He had nothing against smoking, he just preferred to stay a non-smoker.
As the smoke filled the small shop Kevin couldn't help but cough as the thick, sweet smoke enveloped him.
'No I think you need something more masculine. You seem to be worried about going short but with the thinning hair on top, I think you'd be best going short. It hides receding hair more than keeping it long!' Sam said as he started to comb the hair back to expose the pronounced widows peak on Kevin, exaggerating Kevin's thinning hair.
'In fact I think we should go for a crew cut.' Sam pushed,
'No way! I want to have some hair left old man.' Kevin said nervously as he emptied his glass. Knowing he was loosing his hair made him worry, especially seeing the bald look on the barber before him.
'Oh, believe me I will leave you some hair. Now what about that goatee? It looks a bit unruly. Maybe a bit more styling and fixing you up with a sharper moustache.'
'Ah! No I want to leave the beard alone. It took me along time to grow.' He blurted as he realised he was at the mercy of a barber that didn't mind taking everything short.
'Well in that case why don't we add to it. What about a full beard instead? Yes,
that's what we will do. We wont touch that marvellous facial hair. I fact, you will leave it alone until it's a full beard, then you will come in for some of Sam's unique, beard styling, alright?'
'Ah....okay!' Kevin agreed wondering if he could grow a full beard, or if he really wanted a full beard for that matter.
Starting to feel confused and with another beer in his hand he just stared at himself in the mirror as the barber outlined all the things he could do.
'Maybe if we changed your hair colour everything would stand out more.'
'Hey, this is all a bit too much.... new hair colour....surely that is going to cost extra?'he stuttered, starting to feel the effects of the beer and pipe tobacco.
'I think you want me to make you over. To change you into an older, more mature man, not like some freshman that was able to grow a little bit of facial hair, you know the girls are always attracted to older looking guys.'
Kevin looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't realise he looked so young. Maybe that's why the girls avoided him. Not that he was that interested in girls. The fact was Kevin wasn't sure what he was into. Still being young he just hadn't really had much experience but he was a little afraid that he may be gay despite never doing anything much with a boy before. Oh! Except a little groping in the showers at gym a few months ago but he was trying to forget it. He also 'liked' his flatmate more than he let on, and would play with his cock while imagining being in bed with Cooper. But his upbringing had been strict catholic, so there was a lot guilt building in the young mans mind.
Okay, so Kevin is gay! He's just slow on the uptake like many of us were, me included.
'Yes sir. Sam is going to make you over into a real man. A man's man if you like. I'm sure Cooper would like you more as a older, wiser stud!'
'Cooper? Like me?' Kevin asked now with his inhibitions broken by the drugs.
'Well? You want Cooper don't you?' Sam asked as he started to arrange Kevin's hair in different ways.
'Yes Sam! More than anything.' And then Sam noticed Kevin's cock stir
again. Now Kevin was hooked, 'So....how can you....make me ....more attractive....to Cooper....?' Kevin asked starting to go along with whatever was voiced, as long as Cooper was the end result.
'You trust me don't you Kevin? Look into my eyes.'
Kevin found himself drawn to the barbers eyes in the mirror ahead.
He repeated, 'you trust old Sam don't you?'
'Yes.' Kevin said now totally under Sam's control, 'Trust you!'
'You want me to turn you into Cooper's ideal man?'
'Yes Sam. Please.....whatever Cooper wants.......'
'You do have it bad don't you boy?'
'I...I...love.....Cooper....please.....can you make...make me attractive....?'
'Yes! I will, but attractive is not the same for everyone. Cooper wants an older boyfriend. Someone who can take care of him.' Sam said as he readied his equipment.
'Older?' Kevin asked confused.
'Yes Kevin. But not just older. What about wiser and more sophisticated.'
'You think he wants all this?'
'Of course. You will let me make you over into a mature and masculine man.'
.......mature...?..'
'You want to look very mature. Not like the boy you see in the mirror.'
'I want to look very mature.......not like.......a boy.......'
'Yes Kevin, you want to look very mature, stylish even. Cooper demands it.'
'I want to look very mature........stylish.......'
'How much older would you like to look?' Sam pressed not realising this was the exact same way he'd been made over to look older by his master Ivan, but more about that later. 'You like how I look don't you?'
'Yes..... you are an old...I mean, you are......distinguished for such an......old.....' Kevin mumbled not sure what he was suppose to say.
'Now Kevin. I'm not much older than you. I'm only 29!'
'29? But...but you can't be, I mean you...you....look...... like......an old....I mean, mature...' Suddenly realising he wasn't trying to offend the man it was just he couldn't believe Sam was only 29.
'Yes, yes but my master chose this look just as I'm choosing your new look. I'm looking out for you and remember you told me you wanted me to help you look older for Cooper, you know he doesn't like fresh faced kids.'
'No Sam, I....I don't want to look... some kid......no.....'
'You want to be just like Sam. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what Cooper wants?A nice older man to take care of, not some 20 something boy?'
Sam continues his control over Kevin's mind by assuring him Cooper wants him but only as an older guy. The drugs were working. After another 20 minutes Kevin was looking at himself in the mirror, thinking quite differently. Why shouldn't he change his look. Here was someone who knew what he should look like. He didn't get much attention looking like he did. Why not go older? Younger didn't really work for him. And if Cooper would like him more
'So how much older should we take you?' Sam pressed.
Kevin wasn't sure how much older he should look to please Cooper. It was confusing as something told him this wasn't normal. Then again his mind was completely open to whatever Sam said.
'Maybe we try it in stages and you tell me when to stop.'
'Oh! .....Yeah,.....whatever you think, Sam.' He looked at Sam and wondered if Cooper would like him to look that old? He had to admit, he was starting to admire the balding horseshoe and thick white moustache on the barber. It made him look very mature and stylish.
'But we need to edge you up quite a few years.' Sam said as he puffed furiously on his huge briar.
'How much older?......I'm not......sure...' Kevin stuttered completely under the barbers control.
'Yes you are! Remember you're sick of looking so youthful, you want people to respect you, especially Cooper. He wants you to become mature. A nice older man. You want to be that mature, distinguished man you've craved deep down, and now Cooper craves?
No more back-breaking, sweaty gym sessions worrying about your body. Imagine eating and drinking whatever you want? Not having to worry how you look?'
'Yeah! No more gym!' Kevin said with a glazed look in his eyes.
'Well as a older, mature man you won't be expected to watch your figure. Now you can put on some decent weight. You like that idea? Putting on some pounds to go with your new distinguished look.'
Suddenly Kevin felt the need to rub his already substantial belly. He'd never been thin and found it very hard to keep his body trim.
'Feel that nice growing belly. It suits your new look. You want to let it grow so others can admire it. You want to be fatter. Cooper wants to feel that belly.'
'I want....want ....' Kevin didn't finish as he found it hard to work out if this was what he wanted.
'You want to be fatter.' Sam pressed puffing even more on his pipe.
'I want to be fatter!' Kevin repeated without hesitation.
'It will all go with your new image. Mature, distinguished and successful. Maybe you should try to start smoking a pipe too, it is very relaxing.' Sam said as he took the pipe from his mouth.
'A pipe?' And before he could think about it the pipe was thrust between his lips.
'That's it. You look years older already.'
Kevin's initial shock was taken over by something that made him start sucking on the pipe. As he went to place a hand on the pipe to remove it, Sam changed tact.
'No! Leave the pipe in your mouth. You are now an ardent pipe smoker. You love it, it helps relax you, and it will help relax those around you.'
'Yes! It relaxes.' Kevin said leaving his hand clamped on the pipe, puffing away as if he'd been a pipe smoker all his life. Now the special drug was entering his body in a much more concentrated way, as the smoke entered his lungs and the bloodstream. He was now at the mercy of Sam.
'Now how mature should you be?Let's work you up to 60. You'd like that, wouldn't you Kevin? To look like a real, mature but stylish 60 year old?'
'Yes... a stylish 60 year old.' He repeated as he happily puffed on the pipe.
'In fact I think you'd make a nice daddy for Cooper. He needs a daddy to take care of him. Would you like to be Coopers gay daddy bear?'
'Whats a daddy bear?' Kevin asked.
'It's what I will make you into. You want to be Coopers and only his! Well he needs a daddy and you will be that daddy. A big, over-weight, balding, bearded,ageing bear. And in return, you will have your man. You want Cooper don't you?"
'Yes! I want Cooper.'
'I knew you'd see it my way.' And with that Sam started on changing Kevin's whole look. He had the time.
Taking the clippers he switched them on ready to attack Kevin's hair. And all the time Kevin just sat puffing on his new pipe and staring at himself in the mirror.
And all the time Kevin just sat puffing on his new pipe and staring at himself in the mirror.
To be continued