The Life Jimmy Could Have Had

[6 word request: Jimmy Garoppolo Midgetized and Humiliated]

[Reality altering, history rewrite, muscle growth, midgetization]

With his luggage in the trunk, Jimmy Garoppolo climbed into the back of the Uber and watched as the airport got further and further away. There was something quiet and peaceful about heading to this little backwoods country town, away from his celebrity, away from his job, away from the eyes of people who worshipped him as well as people who cursed his name. He remembered the look on his girlfriend’s face when he said he was flying to a little town in Maine. She predicted he’d be desperate to get back to San Francisco within hours, but a serenity set in as he got deeper into Maine’s woodsy hills.

“Where you headed?” the Uber driver asked after fifteen silent minutes. There was still another half-hour left in the drive; clearly the driver was drowning in the silence, despite Jimmy’s enjoyment of it.

“Friend’s house,” Jimmy said. “Old buddy I grew up with.”

The driver raised an eyebrow. “You from Maine?” he asked.

“No, Illinois,” Jimmy corrected. “My buddy moved here to take care of his mom some years ago. She just passed away. I couldn’t make the services so I’m here to do what I can for him.”

The driver’s eyes suddenly lit up and he smirked. Jimmy knew the look; he’d been recognized. Despite his baseball cap pulled low and oversized sunglasses, the driver had somehow figured out that his passenger was an NFL quarterback.

“Holy shit!” he said. “It’s you! Can’t fucking believe it…” The driver shifted anxiously in his seat.

Jimmy smiled. “You want an autograph or something?”

“No way!” the driver said. “Fuck you for bailing on the Patriots!” The driver chuckled and held up a middle finger. Jimmy shrugged. This was the kind of thing he couldn’t wait to get away from.

Jimmy’s cell phone lost service just before he arrived at Bennet’s house. “Good thing you’re getting out here,” the driver said. “My GPS keeps going out. I probably wouldn’t have been able to find my way back!”

Jimmy grabbed his luggage and headed toward Bennett’s door. His friend was there to greet him. Bennett’s pretty face with his bright blue eyes were still there, but they seemed buried under years of worry. He looked as if he’d lived two years to Jimmy’s one. Even his posture sagged as he staggered forward to greet his NFL playing buddy.

“You look good,” Jimmy said, even as he felt the softness in his friend’s frame. Bennet’s hug was feeble, barely more than contact.

“You’re being kind,” Bennet replied. “I feel about 100 years old. Older now that I’m looking at you!” He looked Jimmy up and down. “I suppose this is dressing down for you?”

Jimmy wore a bulky jacket and sweatpants. He shrugged. “Why? What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”

Bennet smirked. “Even when you’re slumming it you still look like a millionaire. Come on inside. I have some food ready.”

Inside Bennet uncapped a cold bottle of Bud and handed it over. He pulled a steaming meatloaf from the oven and sliced off a slab. “This meatloaf gonna mess with your fancy NFL diet?” Bennet said with a smirk. “You’re not a strict vegetarian or anything now are you? Or, like, just drinking egg whites or anything are you?”

Jimmy smiled. “Meatloaf’s great, thanks,” he said. He took a swig from his Budweiser and walked to the open kitchen door. Outside, the woods were still. He could only hear leaves rustling. “Man, living up here must be… I mean, you must love it, right?”

Bennet sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m going to be here much longer.” They both took a seat at the dinner table. “Now that mom’s gone, I can’t separate this place from the idea of her. I think I’d like to get back to the city. A place with a little more life.”

Jimmy grinned. “You want to swap with me? Stay in San Fran for awhile? I’d be okay with that.” He took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. “Good god, imagine if we’d grown up out here.”

Bennet smiled. “What, you want a different life? Mr. NFL Quarterback Heartthrob wants to trade in his luckiest-guy-in-the-world existence for something different?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy where I am, it’s just… a lot sometimes, you know?”

Bennet and Jimmy locked eyes for a moment. He hadn’t stared into those eyes in so long. His face flushed. He shivered. He glanced down at his plate, then over at the wall. Bennet cleared his throat.

“You know,” Bennet said, “it means a lot that you’d come out here. I’ve only been talking to Mom’s friends lately, and they’re all creepy mountain folk. Some of them have never left this town. We’re talking people who’ve never used the internet. Seriously crazy stuff.”

“Of course I’d come out here, man,” Jimmy said, flashing Bennet a smile. “I would have been here earlier but the NFL puts some serious shackles on my freedom.”

Bennet nodded. “Sounds like you’re dying to be free of those shackles?”

Jimmy chewed some meatloaf thoughtfully. “This meatloaf’s amazing.”

On the porch later, Bennet popped a fresh beer and clinked the bottle against Jimmy’s. “God, it gets so quiet out here it’s easy to think you’re the only people in the whole world.”

Jimmy stared up at the night sky. “Not a plane anywhere,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the stars so bright. I swear, this isn’t the same sky we grew up looking at in Illinois!”

As Jimmy turned, he saw Bennet leaning toward him, eyes closed, mouth open. He knew the kiss was coming, and though he thought he should stop it, he let it happen. Bennet’s lips touched his for one anxious moment before pulling away. Bennet turned his head.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said shyly. He scooted away from Jimmy.

“No, no,” Jimmy said, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Honestly, it was good. It was okay. It’s just… you know we can’t do that anymore.”

Bennet nodded. Jimmy heard his friend sob. He got a tighter grip on Bennet’s shoulder.

“Really. I have a girlfriend. But if not for her, honestly… Bennet, you and I have shared some times that… I don’t think anybody in the whole world has. Honestly.”

Bennet sniffled. He turned back, wiping a tear from his eye.

“It’s too bad about that girlfriend of yours,” Bennet said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt about anybody else the way I…” He stood up and headed into the house. Jimmy hustled after him.

“It’s cool, really,” Jimmy said, following Bennet across the living room. The small mountain cabin was only about twenty feet across; within a few strides they had traveled the length of it. Bennet hurried into his bedroom. Jimmy didn’t follow.

He stood there, wondering if he should say anything further or let the topic drop. The idea of reconnecting with Bennet physically had occurred to him. Jimmy stood awkwardly outside Bennet’s bedroom, sipping his beer and wondering if, had he been single, he would have kissed Jimmy back, or more.

The feelings he had for Bennet in high school, throiugh college, were gone. It had been years since Jimmy had done anything with another man; the last had been with the Patriots, when Edelman and Gronk had “welcomed him to the team.” That had been purely carnal, a few too many beers allowing his reptile brain to take over and give his body what it needed.

Now that he was back with Bennet, however, he realized the feelings for his friend had gone cold. The attraction was gone, too. If only the years hadn’t been so unkind to Bennet…

“Okay,” Bennet said, stepping from his bedroom. “This may sound crazy, but… I’ve had a few beers, so I feel okay saying this.” Bennet held a filthy chain in his hands. At the end swung a dark amulet. It looked like Bennet had just dug it out of the earth.

“What’s that?” Jimmy said after waiting a few anxious moments for an explanation.

“Those weird mountain folk? My mom’s friends? Gave me this.” Bennet held his trinket up for Jimmy to see. On one side it looked like two intertwined snakes eating each others’ tails. The other side was black and rusted, but it looked like strange runes were carved into it.

“Good luck charm?” Jimmy offered. He flashed his smile, hoping it would lighten the tension of the room. Bennet just held it closer to Jimmy’s face. It smelled rotten, like the breath of a person with a cavity.

“The guy who gave this to me was about a thousand years old,” Bennet said. “No teeth, glass eye, back all twisted up. He was a little mushroom of a man walking around with this old cane…”

Jimmy took a step back. Bennet had a fire in his eyes--maybe it was mania; fresh rejection simmering in Budweiser. “If I were you?” Jimmy offered. “I’d throw that thing away.”

“Guy said it could change my life,” Bennet said. “He said all I have to do is rub a little blood on it and… I could have whatever life I wanted.”

Jimmy looked at the spinning amulet, then at his friend. “Why didn’t that guy use it then? I bet being that old must have sucked.”

Bennet shook his head. “Dude, he said he did use it. Only works once per person. I guess he was in jail for stealing something. He said his grandpa--well, he said, ‘grand-pappy’--brought it to him and he ended up married with kids.”

Bennet’s hand was shaking. Jimmy reached out to grab Bennet’s wrist. He was hoping to comfort him, but the contact made Bennet twitch. His beer bottle shattered on the floor.

“Fuck!” said Bennet. He knelt down to pick up the glass. Jimmy reached out to help.

“So, what,” Jimmy said as he collected the brown shards from the carpet. “You think you’re going to use that to have your mom back or something?”

Bennet sighed deeply. “Jimmy, I’m so… so tired. My mom was sick for seven years. You know how much I missed taking care of her? You know how much that shit aged me?”

Jimmy gasped. A shard in his hand had sliced his finger. “Fuck.” He hustled to the kitchen and dumped his fistful of glass into the garbage. Bennet ran water over Jimmy’s hand as the two looked into each other’s eyes.

“What about you, Jimmy?” Bennet said with a smirk. He held Jimmy’s bleeding finger in one hand, the amulet in the other. “Sounds like you could really use a new life.”

Jimmy pulled his hand away. “Bennet, I think maybe you might need some coffee. Or bed! Try going to bed.”

Bennet let go of Jimmy and reached into the garbage. When his hand emerged, there was a fresh cut on his fingertip. “Let’s both touch it, Jimmy. Let’s both trade in our lives for new ones.”

Jimmy shook his head. He backed away. “I don’t think so,” he said.

Bennet moved so quickly Jimmy couldn’t react. “I do,” he said. With the amulet in his hand, he grabbed for Jimmy’s cut finger.

Jimmy felt his wound go cold as it came in contact with the amulet. He tried to scream but he had no voice. The room was getting dark, his body numb. In a moment, Bennet was gone. Jimmy was alone, tumbling through space, his whole body numb. Then Bennet was back. They were holding each other as they fell.

Then Jimmy was alone again. He tried to feel his face but couldn’t locate his hands. All he could see was the starry void he fell through. Did he even have a body?

Suddenly he saw a hand. He wiggled the fingers--it was his! But it was gnarled and old. He moaned, his voice a hoarse croak, as he looked down at his feeble old form, naked and covered in liver-spots and dark blue veins.

Then nothing again.

Then he was himself again. Memories of being the starting quarterback for the Patriots flooded into his head. Tom Brady was in a wheelchair. ESPN said he was the greatest quarterback of all time.

No, he was an accountant. He fumbled with his button-down shirt anxiously as he knocked on a door. He held a rose in his hand. He didn’t know why he had come--the woman on the other side was going to reject him, he knew, but he was tired of living his life in fear. He didn’t want to die alone, a virgin. He had to ask Roberta out.

No, not Roberta. Bob. The ground was so far away. He looked down at impossibly long limbs--holy shit, he was 6’11” tall. He knew that being with Bob meant the end of his NBA career but he didn’t care. His happiness was more important.

Jimmy blinked. He was on all fours. Two big feet were to his left. He followed them up powerful legs--he knew those legs! His heart leapt when he saw the face of Gronk, his master. Gronk’s big hand came down and patted him on the head. “Good boy,” Gronk said. Jimmy looked down at paws--he tried to speak, but only a bark came out.

No, he was back in Maine. Bennet was there! He was so happy to see that familiar face again. “So hungry…” he whimpered. Bennet unwrapped a cheeseburger and waved it in front of his face.

“Eat up, big boy,” Bennet said, reaching down to poke Jimmy’s ample gut. Jimmy tried to stand--but remembered it was impossible. He looked down at his corpulent frame and moaned as he heard his ample gut gurgling. Bennet took care of him.

Then so much light--his body was gone again. He would have screamed if he had a mouth. Everything was painful radiance.

Then there was nothing.

*

Jimmy was in bed. He felt the cool silky sheets before he opened his eyes. He groaned and stirred. “Bennet?” he asked weakly. Someone outside the room was talking--deep voices, joking and laughing. It sounded like there was a lot of them.

His whole body felt heavy. His head pounded. He buried his face in the pillow and tried to will himself back to sleep. His whole body jumped when he heard a voice.

“Yo Jimmy! Get out here. The boys want to see you.”

It was Bennet, but it sounded different--deeper, more vibrant. Jimmy turned around and tried to make out his friend’s face. All he could see was his silhouette against the brightly lit room behind him.

“Bennet, I don’t feel so good…” Jimmy moaned. “Let me sleep…”

Jimmy felt the blankets yanked off him. He shivered and rolled over. His whole body felt clumsy and unfamiliar.

“I said get UP!” Bennet said again. Jimmy glanced down at himself but was stunned into silence: this wasn’t his body! He looked like he had muscles piled upon muscles. Every part of him bulged and flexed as he moved. He could see his abs,but they were bloated out like a turtle shell. He gingerly reached out to explore the strange new stomach, even more shocked by the blockiness of his thick fingers as he gently probed the cobbled abs.

“What the…” Jimmy flexed an arm and was shocked at how thick and bulging it was. All these muscles--he’d never be able to run! He wouldn’t be able to throw a football. How was this even possible? And between his massively thick quads he saw a monstrous organ, a thick cudgel of a dick between two orange-sized balls. He couldn’t believe how grotesquely huge his dick was.

“Quit getting off on yourself, you little whore,” Bennet said.

Something about the tone of Bennet’s voice triggered a sense of urgency in Jimmy. He fumbled to the edge of his bed, impeded by his thick muscle mass, and hopped to his feet. Standing, looking around the room, he realized another shocking fact about his body: the nightstand came up to his chin. Bennet towered over him. He was an overly muscled little dwarf, like someone had grabbed his head and squashed him down.

Bennet, towering over Jimmy now by at least a foot, was BEAUTIFUL. His lean, densely muscular body looked flawlessly chiseled. Jimmy could see in Bennet’s cut jaw that this was a physique carved from decades of athleticism… just the way his used to be. Bennet smiled and Jimmy saw those familiar eyes and adorable dimples, but now on a physically perfect body.

Something smoldered in Jimmy as he stared up at his friend, trying to get over the shocking changes in their bodies.

“Bennet, what the fuck happened?” Jimmy said. It was his voice, but entirely without confidence. It shook in a way he wasn’t used to.

Bennet put his hands on his hips and looked down at the muscled little man. “Holy shit, are you just getting here?” Bennet said. “I’ve been here for months!” He tousled Jimmy’s hair; that touch sent electricity up and down Jimmy’s spine, and made his ass tingle. He had never had such a strong physical reaction to gentle contact before.

“I’ll explain later, but get out here now. The boys want to see you flex!”

Jimmy looked around for some article of clothing he could cover himself with, but Bennet grabbed him by the ear and dragged him from the room.

Jimmy felt nauseous as he looked around the lavishly decorated condo. He’d never been there before, but he suddenly knew where the kitchen and front door were. The furniture was all familiar, although he knew it was the first time he was seeing it.

Nick Bosa and Weston Richburg whooped as Jimmy walked into the room. Jimmy threw his apeish hands down to cover his huge cock and balls, but the two NFL players started pitching bottle caps at him.

“Let’s see that dick!” Nick shouted.

“Put your hands behind your head, little freak!” Weston said. He gulped a swig of beer into his mouth and spit it at Jimmy. The little muscleman winced as the frothy spray coated his naked body.

“Come on, Jimmy, put on a show for the boys,” Bennet said. He cleared a spot on the coffee table and gestured for Jimmy to hop on.

Jimmy knew this wasn’t right, but he had a memory of doing this before. He waddled forward (his legs so short and so thick and muscular that there was no other way to walk) and climbed up. His two former teammates gathered around him--and although he remembered practicing with them, playing with them, hundreds of times in the locker room with them as well as many post-game celebrations--he knew they weren’t his teammates now. They never had been. They were Bennet’s.

“Dance, you chimp-looking bitch!” Nick barked.

Jimmy did as he was told. Despite his short stature, he was built like a pro-bodybuilder. He had always marveled at guys with muscles this huge, wondering how they did easy things like fitting through doors or wiping their asses. Now that would be his reality.

When he made his huge melon-sized pecs bounce, Weston dropped to his knees and licked and suckled at Jimmy’s nipple. Jimmy spread his lats (making him feel wider than he was tall!) and Nick started grinding against him, rubbing his jeans-clad boner against the ripples of Jimmy’s unbelievable back. Both the NFL players cheered and barked orders at Jimmy, and the little musclehead couldn’t help but to obey him. Despite the fog of confusion about how this ever happened, Jimmy felt compelled to go along with it. The feeling of normalcy was starting to grow.

“Jimmy seems a little shy,” Bennet said. “He needs a beer!”

“Damn right he does!” Nick and Weston each grabbed an ankle. Jimmy yelped as he felt himself flipped upside down.

As he did a handstand, he struggled to crane his thick neck to see what was going on above him. He squealed as he felt an intrusion between his muscled glutes. Icy cold suds slowly emptied into him, chilling him from the inside out. He groaned when the beer bottle was empty. He couldn’t believe how humiliated he felt--and worse, how turned on he was. Even at half-mast, his beer-can thick cock swung around like a big club, too heavy to stand upright but slapping hard against each of his thighs as the NFL players jostled him around.

When he was back on his feet he felt the beer sloshing around inside him. He felt instantly buzzed and the sensation grew with each second. “Don’t let any of that spill out!” Bennet ordered, his beautiful face softening the intensity of his tone.

“Lay down!” Nick ordered, and Jimmy dropped to the floor, ass in the air, knowing what was coming next.

“No, flip him over!” Weston said. “I want to fuck those big muscle titties.”

It took a few tries for Jimmy to flip over. He felt like a turtle, his wide bulky muscles preventing him from getting up momentum. Weston drooled as he squeezed Jimmy’s big pecs with his hands. He fumbled with his belt and a big dick flopped out.

Jimmy recognized it--not only from showering with him after a game, but from having sucked it hundreds of times. It gave him a headache trying to sift through the two sets of memories.

Meanwhile, Nick grabbed Jimmy’s tree trunk legs and hoisted them into the air. He yanked his jeans down far enough for his big dick to pop out and started rubbing the head against Jimmy’s twitching hole. “Guys, his ass is so fucking huge. I can’t ever get over it. Big meat pillows…” Nick purred as he spit into the crack to lube it up.

Bennet knelt next to Jimmy, his knees on either side of the muscle midget’s head. Bennet gently stroked Jimmy’s face with one hand as he unzipped his pants with the other. The two NFL players were all ready getting to work, Nick plunging deep into Jimmy’s beer-filled guts while Weston slid his cock in and out of the deep crevice between Jimmy’s muscle pecs.

“You picked this,” Bennet whispered with a smile. “We both did. Did you feel all those other lives? They were all real. You were trying them out until you found the one you truly wanted. And this is it! Hypermasculine but eternally submissive, here to be used by bigger, stronger men… and when the guys leave, you’re all mine. And I’m the NFL quarterback. I take care of you here, and you do whatever I want.” Bennet let his warm cock rub against Jimmy’s forehead, leaving a trail of precum as he slid it along.

“This is the real world now,” Bennet whispered, his two teammates so involved in their own pleasure that they didn’t hear or care about Bennet’s words. “I wonder if you made me the NFL player, and if I made you the little muscle midget, but who knows? This is our lives now.” He let his warm, silky balls fall onto Jimmy’s face. The little muscle man swallowed them eagerly, suckling on them and swirling them around with his tongue.

Bennet moaned as Nick and Weston started growling. Nick came first, pulling out and spraying all over Weston’s back. Weston’s cum shot all over Jimmy’s chin and face. Without even thinking, Jimmy slurped it up like he was starving for it.

“All right, boys,” Bennet said. “Hit the showers. I want a little priivate session with my little meatpile here.”

Nick and Weston high-fived as Bennet helped the meteor of muscle off the ground. With every passing minute, Jimmy’s memories of the life he left behind got less clear. He remembered growing up with his beautiful friend Bennet in Maine; working hard to put on muscle when he stopped growing; marveling at Bennet’s amazing football prowess; moving with Bennet to San Francisco to be his live-in (secret) boyfriend.

This life would never again feel right, but somehow, to Jimmy, it felt comfortable.