A week of preparations before I fix my mess

Thad better not have only developed those cooking skills to compensate for his looks, otherwise I'm just going to have to keep him like this. I try to not to compliment him too much over it, the other me had theoretically already gotten used to this, but I do give him deserved praise. Under my breath, however, I'm cursing the fact that now I'll have to play the balance game of turning him back to normal while maintaining any benefits from this temporary humiliation.

I spend the rest of the night talking to Amber. Be it while snuggling against her on the couch or by text messages once we both realize that we should go to bed but aren't quite responsible enough to sleep early. It's still a little frustrating to have experienced stuff with her that she doesn't know about, but we bond regardless.

As **** as it felt when I tried to retread old ground, I can't say I wasn't smiling when we had the same discussion about the dirty tango. Sure, it lacked the funny element of us talking about something so trivial while the rest of the world had gone static. But on the other hand, this allowed for everyone else to jump in with their two cents on the matter.

Surprisingly, Mia and Kylie were also convinced that you had to be either from Argentina or Japan to know what tango was. I have no idea if that's an Asian thing or a rich people thing or just a 'them' thing. Is it racist if I think that its an Asian thing? Probably. Acknowledgements of my biases aside, the weirdest thing was that Kent insisted that tango was really popular in Finland too, and that he turned out to be right. How the hell did he know that? Does he use pages from trivia books for his rolls?

Anyways, the night was fun but nothing too exciting happened. Which could also be said of the next few days in general. Unlike the nonstop first week I had when I got my powers, I had taken things a lot slower this time around. I'd wake up in the morning, have nice but rather meaningless talks with whoever else was awake and had yet to go to work, take the bus there, kiss up to the boss while he told me that I was back in janitorial duties (and get informed on Thursday that I would be doing that from now on unless we were understaffed on some other department), chat with my coworkers during the day, take a ride back home with Amber, and have some fun with her until it was dinner time.

Sure, stuff happened during those days. Upon talking some more with them, I got the numbers of all the three ladies I had met on Monday. I also learned from Luna that the club offered caddies, because that's what her job was. I had to make dinner on Wednesday, and I don't think I would have gotten it done all on time if it wasn't for Amber's help. Turns out cooking for six takes a lot longer than cooking for one. Who could have guessed that?

I also happened to see Krys around again, even if it was at a distance. She was eating at the restaurant while I was scrubbing the floor. It felt weird, to see her look in my direction a couple of times and not recognize me. Sure, I didn't exactly have the highest opinion of her anymore, and we clearly hadn't even been friends for real. But it was still sad to see that she had become so different from who I first met.

It isn't good to dwell on the past, though. I was now a guy on a relationship with another woman, and looking to hook up with even more of them. And if I wanted to move on, then I had to correct what was probably the biggest dick move I've made or will make in the whole summer. And that involved me wasting a lot of condoms.

Because there was a bit more to my daily routine than eating, working and socializing. I was wanking it three times a day. Once in the morning right after waking up, another time in the middle of the day during my break, and one last time in the middle of the night while I was using the bathroom. A little bit of visual stimulation from my phone was more than enough for me to get stuff like this done in less than five every time. Wrapping up the condoms and stashing them inside one of the cabinets of my nightstand was rather easy when I did it a home. For the cum balloons I made at work, on the other hand, I had to get a little creative.

Everyone mocked me for the fanny pack, even my loving girlfriend and my ostracized friend, and no defense over its legitimated uses sparred me from any jokes about it. Does the fact I went trough this willingly count as me atoning for my sins?

Still, I have ten samples of my semen by the time Amber drives me back on Friday. In retrospective, I absolutely should have involved her into this. The version of her that knows about this stuff would have been fine with me giving her a fetish for this kind of thing, and I probably could have gotten a lot more more of them a lot quicker. But no, I stupidly thought that 'wasting' even one of them could have put me in trouble if I wanted to fix Thad today.

The more I think about it, I'm not even entirely sure that this is a good idea. The changes I make, even if they are focused on only one person, are not entirely isolated. This means that I can't exactly give him dose after dose in a row in the hopes that it will be easier to put him on my side with every modification. I'll only get one guaranteed shot at sending him to the Phantom Zone (name still pending), which means that I'll have to make it count and make it as strong as possible. Which, you know, is hopefully a thing I can actually do. I don't exactly have a plan B in case a bukkake and a drip of cum have no functional difference between each other. God, I'm screwed if he breaks out of it once I give him his muscles back. Even if he won't remember everything, the anger against me is going to linger for sure.

But, at this point, whatever. I'm already entrenched on this course of action, too late to go back. I'm in our room, with a glass of milk on one hand and a filled up condom on the other. I empty it inside the larger white liquid and continue to do the same with the nine others I had stashed. I wiggle it around carefully to try and mix it, but it's not like there's going to be much of a point in masking the flavor. All there's left to do is to see what will happen. And as luck would have it, who happens to pick the perfect moment to walk-in?

"Thad! Just the guy I wanted to see! Hey, remember the big favor I told you I had lined up for you?"

"Give me one good reason not to strangle you."

"Because I'm going to put you back to normal." I had never heard Thad get angry before. He was one of those guys who was always talking like he was just happy to be alive. Even this last week, I've seen him be scared, confused and nervous; but I never saw him get angry. The closest to that was when he failed to do a hundred push-ups after getting blackout drunk like he promised that he could do, and even that was better described as loud saltiness.

Thad quietly threatening my life unless I gave him evidence that doing that would be against his best interests? Shit, even his current dorky form couldn't prevent me from feeling intimidated.

Thankfully, it was enough to calm him down. Somewhat. "Dude, the fuck did I ever do to you? Why the fuck did you try to ruin my life like that?" He starts pacing around, still combating his urges to start throwing punches at me. "Is it because you were jealous of what Krys and I had going on? Uh? You see a guy and a girl find each other, and your little monkey brain decides that because you want to get a piece of that, you decide you better end the guy's life and steal his girl?"

Right. From his perspective, she was with him first. Which makes me look like a jealous asshole who simply wanted to take her away from him. Instead of a jealous asshole that wanted to take her away from him because she had been with me until I was, de facto but not de jure, dumped. "It's going to be hard for you to believe, but I made some changes to her before I did them to you. She used to be my girlfriend, even if she was a bit stockier back then."

"You're damn right that's hard to believe. Because I don't buy that! Not even for a second" He yells at me, and I decide I might as well start testing.

"No matter how hard it is, you'll believe anything I tell you if that's the truth." He looks like he's seen a ghost once he realizes what is going on. Too late.

"No matter- No, I am not having you do this again!"

"No matter how hard it is, you'll believe anything I tell you if that's the truth"

"No matter how hard it is, I- No! No! I don't want to!"

"No matter how hard it is, you'll believe anything I tell you if that's the truth"

"No matter how hard it is... I'll believe anything.... you tell me- You promised you would give me my life back." He sounds defeated. Too bad, next time.

"No matter how hard it is, you'll believe anything I tell you if that's the truth"

"No matter how hard it is, I'll believe anything.... you tell me... if that's the truth"

"No matter how hard it is, you'll believe anything I tell you if that's the truth"

"No matter how hard it is, I'll believe anything you tell me if that's the truth"

And normally, with how much resistance he offered, this would be it. We would be back to normal, on a more colorful version of our bedroom. But, likely due to how much of my cum he drank, Thad and I were still here. A promise is a promise, I suppose.

"You're back to being the old you, the one you remember being an awesome muscular hunk."

"I'm back to being the old me, the one I remember being an awesome muscular hunk."

Of course, no resistance this time. But nothing changed yet. Thad still looked like the loser I created, and we were still suck on a world of grey. Did I have to make ten changes? I don't think I have that many in me. Still, Thad seems as confused as I am. Better make sure I use one of those to save myself in case he remembers this.

"You want to see me as one of your best friends."

"I want..." He didn't say the rest, but this was surprisingly little rejection from his end. Had he seen me like that, when he wasn't aware of what I did to him?

"You want to see me as one of your best friends."

"I want to see you as one of my best friends."

"...I'm not lying! If I could, I would so be doing her mom right now!" Thad laughs as the two of us clink our beer bottles. We're still in our bedroom, but its changed. The biggest thing is that now our mattresses are quite larger, each of them large enough that four people could rest on them. And we no longer had bed frames. Me and Thad are sitting cross legged on top of what I assumed was mine, and his expression changes. "I remember everything." He warns me, no longer smiling.