Saw-Like (Suggested Story)

Guess I'm on a bit of a run with these. Here's another one, based on a suggestion from Tom Weston: "Would love it for a story that was like Saw, where characters have to make important decisions that matter to them, but transformation based. Where like a father has to choose which of his hotshot sons become corrupted/transformed. Or like members of a sports team, deciding how to parse up the lard growing their bodies fat, or the drugs making them hornier and dirtier."

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One by one, the four twinks woke up in the strange room together. The four of them were friends, or as much friends as you could be, if you spent your time backstabbing everyone else in the club scene. The ringleader of their little clique, Liam, woke first, as the other three were beginning to stir. Liam was young, beautiful—and rich, most importantly. He financed most of the circuit parties in the city with his family’s money, and if you wanted an invitation, you had to have something that Liam wanted—either your body, or more often, your loyalty. If you ended up on the wrong side of him, you were shunned at best, and at worst, well, more than a few guys had disappeared out of town following a run in with Liam. It was always claimed that they had just moved away, but more than a few rumors circulated with more suspicious causes. Liam didn’t mind being feared of course, so he allowed them to run rampant, figuring the infamy only enhanced his reputation.

The other three were nothing special really. Three other twinks, all of whom were part of Liam’s current crop of boys hanging off his arms, a rotating cast which hardly mattered to him, though for those three, being in Liam’s favor was close to touching the sun with wax wings. One, the next to stir, was named Jay, had been in Liam’s circle for a while now, long enough that Liam was beginning to grow bored of him. The other two were newer, Aaron and Max, who were younger college twinks pulled into Liam’s orbit after a particularly vigorous afterparty a couple months back.

Now though, the four of them found themselves lying on a cold concrete floor in a small room. Across the room, there was a rollup door, though it looked like the mechanism to open it was on the other side, leaving them trapped. Beyond that, the walls were concrete and featureless, aside from a small table on one side of the room. While the other three sat up and started asking the questions Liam was already bored with, he went to the little table. On it, he saw four syringes resting on a metal tray, and beside it, a tape recorder with a post-it note that had the words “PLAY ME” written on it.

“All of you, shut up,” Liam said, silencing the other three twinks. He pressed the button, and after a moment, a voice came through on the recorder:

“Hello Liam, Max, Aaron and Jay. I want to play a game… Liam, you have used your looks, wealth and influence to bully and degrade the people around you, while Max, Aaron and Jay, you all stood by and watched him do it. Now, I think it’s time for the four of you to know what it’s like to have something worth ridicule. 

On the table are four syringes. Each of them is filled with a different transformative drug, all highly experimental, which will forever alter the body of whoever is injected with them. The first will cause the individual to immediately gain 200 pounds of fat which they will never be able to lose. The second will cause the individual to age rapidly, gaining 30 years of life. The third will cause the individual’s body to warp and twist. Their feet will grow larger, their face uglier, destroying the beauty all of you covet. The final injection will cause the individual to grow hair all over their body—hair which will be impossible to remove.

Few things can inoculate someone against social pressure. Consider these to be your vaccines. Only when all four syringes have been fully administered, will the way forward be revealed.”

The tape clicked off, and the four young men were left staring at each other.

“So…one syringe for each of us?” Max said.

“There’s no fucking way I’m gonna be fat, one of you all is gonna have to take that one,” Aaron said.

“Look, let’s just…all calm down, ok?” Jay said, “Look, what do you want to do, Liam?”

Liam looked down at the recorder in his hand, and then at the table. He walked over and picked up the first syringe. “The way I see it, there’s only one way out of this, I think. Aaron, Max—hold Jay still for me.”

The other two looked at Jay, who just looked at them in confusion, and then the two twinks each took one of Jay’s arms and held him in place. Before he could do anything, Liam rushed him and jabbed the needle into his arm, injecting the drug into his system. 

“Sorry Jay,” Liam said, watching him double over as the syringe took effect. “I figure that three of us getting out of here, young and beautiful, is the best we can hope for. You were on your way out, anyway—I think you knew that.” He walked back over to the table and picked up the next syringe, before returning to where Jay was standing. Already, he could see the drug taking effect. Jay’s body was bloating up with fat, faster than should have been possible, his abs already buried under a sizable gut, arms puffing up with flab, his pecs already beginning to sag. 

“No—no, Liam, please!” Jay said, but in his weakened state, he was helpless as Aaron and Max held him down and Liam shot him full of the second drug. Jay collapsed to the ground, feeling a wave of exhaustion overwhelm him. The change was subtle at first, a few wrinkles appearing on his face, until his hair started to fall out and turn gray. By now, he had reached his new size of 350 pounds, with a massive gut hanging off his body, thick tree trunk legs, two moobs where his chest had been, and a couple of new chins as well. 

He forced himself upright and tried to stand, but he had no energy, as Liam advanced on him with the third and fourth vial. “These won’t be so bad together. With enough hair, no one will know how ugly you are,” Jay tried to knock them away, but he was too tired. One syringe, then the second, was shot into his arm. Already, his skimpy club clothes had torn off him, leaving him naked on the ground. Liam, Max and Aaron stood back and watched as Jay’s ears and nose grew large and bulbous, his feet and hands growing larger, his brow thickening. The hair came in next, all over his fat body. He grew a thick, wiry beard from his face and chins that stuck out in every direction, a pelt of graying hair covering his chest, belly, arms, legs—even the back of his hands and the top of his feet.

“Alright, we’re done!” Liam said to the room, “You can fucking let us out now!”

A moment later, an intercom clicked on in the room. “As I said, the way forward will be revealed to you—however, I’m not sure the three of your are prepared for the…social pressures you’ll face beyond.”

“Oh shut up and open the fucking door!” Liam said.

The door clicked, and an electric motor began raising it up, only for a strange mist to begin flooding into the room, making the three of them cough.

“The door does indeed lead to the exit, however, the mist now flooding into your room is a powerful hypnotic agent, which will leave anyone not inoculated against it in a completely submissive state for several hours. Each syringe held enough to protect one person against the effect. For the rest of you, I hope you were kind enough to your fellows, that they’ll be willing to lead you to the exit safely…”

The mist flooding in was growing thicker. Liam shoved his way past Aaron and Max, covering his mouth, determined to get to the exit before the mist affected him. Max and Aaron, for their part, struggled back to their feet, only to freeze, caught in a daze, unable to move, unable to do anything, in fact, unless commanded to do so. Jay could feel some energy finally returning to him, and he hefted his massive, hairy body back upright, and lumbered past them towards the door. Liam hadn’t made it very far—just a few feet beyond the threshold before he’d frozen in place, waiting for a command.

“Fucking—fuck you, you piece of shit,” he said in a voice much deeper than he remembered. “We all could have taken a syringe. Hell, we all could have taken a bit from each of the syringes! You greedy, backstabbing…” Jay paused, angrier than he’d ever remembered being in his life.

The intercom came online again, “Well Jay, the choice is yours. You can lead your compatriots to the exit, if you want. However, the drug coursing through their system renders them helpless, and open to any suggestion. Any orders given to them in this state will persist, even after the drug wears off in a few hours. You could, then, make them do anything you want—but what will you do?”

Jay knew exactly what he was going to do—he was going to ruin these fucks, who decided to ruin him. He lumbered back into the room where Aaron and Max were standing together, slackjawed. “What was it you said, Aaron, that there was no way you were going to be fat, right?”

Aaron’s head nodded slowly in agreement.

“You two were so eager to throw me under the bus, just because Liam said so—well, I think the two of your should take some time to work on each other, don’t you? From now on, you two are going to be a couple, understand?”

Both of them nodded.

“Max, you’re going to find yourself becoming a gainer and encourager. You’re going to want to fatter Aaron up as much as possible. Aaron is going to resist, but from now on, you won’t be able to refuse any food offered to you, do you understand, Aaron? You of course are going to try to get as fat as possible as well, Max.”

Jay pondered for a moment, and then said, “I know what Aaron hated—tell me Max, what are you most afraid of becoming?”

“I…my whole family is…trailer trash. I ran away to the city…but I never want to be like them…”

“Well in that case, as soon as you two can, you’ll move out of the city, and live in a single wide trailer together. Both of you are going to find some proper jobs—construction, or trucking maybe—and you’ll find yourselves compelled to behave like a couple of stereotypical rednecks. You’ll grow out your beards, and get lots of trashy tattoos, and don’t forget, you’ll both suck lots of redneck dick at the local truckstop, won’t you?”

They both just nodded in agreement.

“Alright. Now, the two of you can leave. Neither of you will be able to resist these commands or talk about what happened here, or why you have to behave like this, understood?”

The agreed, and shuffled their way out of the building. Jay walked back to where Liam was standing, still in his own trance.

“Tell me Liam, what do you think of my new body?” Jay said, standing naked in front of him.

“I…think you’re…disgusting…”

“I figured you’d say that. Well Liam, from now on, you’re going to be attracted to fat, old, ugly, hairy men like me. You won’t be able to resist an order or command from me, do you understand? You’ll do anything I say from now on. You’ll be totally submissive towards me, and agree with anything I say, accepting it as absolute truth, understand?”

Liam nodded.

“Now, tell me what you think of my body.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Liam said, “You’re like my perfect, dream man. I’d do anything for you, anything you ask.”

“That’s better. Why don’t you start with cleaning my huge feet, slave. You don’t mind being my slave, do you Liam? That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to control every aspect of your life for as long as you live?”

Liam dropped to the ground and started licking Jay’s feet. “Please Sir, make me your slave, it’s all I’ve ever wanted, please.”

Jay just smirked, imagining how the scene will react when Jay drags Liam to the next party on a leash. Somewhere else, a stranger was watching it all unfold on a screen, and chuckling. It had all turned out just how he imagined it would—and there were still so many men in the city to punish…