Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 15:13:18 +0800
From: Reaver <reaver27@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sk8r Dreams Pt 17

Sk8r Dreams
Reaver27@hotmail.com

ICQ #52121624

Disclaimer & Warning : Do not read this if you are either under age,
offended by gay sex or sex in general, or by some oppressive/strict
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good day.

Part 17

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Standing out of the sun, James leaned against a wall. People crowded the
pavement, a blur of persons hurrying somewhere else, he griped onto his
board to make sure it didn't catch someone in the crowd. He rubbed his bare
chest, a slight sheen of sweat developing in the heat of the day, the day
had warmed considerably. He smiled as he remembered his morning encounter
with the skater and punk.

Across the street he saw the Library, a squat building, brown brick with a
gardens all round it. He stared at it, and deciding to take a look
inside. Dodging cross grain through the movment of people he reached the
road. He slamed down the board onto the macadam surface and took off across
through the traffic. A few cars honk in response to his movement, but he
managed to the other side.

He ollied onto the sidewalk, and flicked the board up and caught it. He
stood warming himself in the sun, before moving onto the verandah and into
the library. James walked through the doors into the cool, dark, and musty
interior. He frowned to himself, understanding now why he hadn't been back
there since he changed.

"Can I help you?" A cheerful voice interupted his thoughts, a 20ish lady
stood in front of him. Her face betrayed a little embrassment over James'
lack of a shirt.

"Not sure." James smiled at her, the people here had always been friendly.

"Ok, well give me a yell if you need anything." She turned, before turning
back, "By the way, if you could leave your skate board on the rack just
there it would be appreciated," She shruged, "House rules."

"Ok," he lets a little of his distaste feed through. "But I don't see the
point."

James wandered around the library after putting his board away. The place
had a deep quiet, and filled with mostly older people. A couple of students
sat and studied. Not many people all said. James looked around for some
skating books to read, but there wasn't much in that way. A couple of
surfing books, but they are old and tattered. The skate books were mostly
old school, and one that looked like it was out of the fifties. He picked
it up and looked through it. It turned out to be figure skating, wrong
section.

He decided to try find a novel to dig into, but nothing on the shelves
interested him. He sook his head, he look around at the mostly non-fiction
and reference books. All fine for they people studying, but not much good
for bringing people in just to enjoy reading. As much as he enjoyed
skating, and fucking, and changing people, James thought to himself, a bit
of stimulation was good. He wouldn't mind encouraging some of his boys here
every now and again. No chance while it looked like an institution though.

James wandered through the rest of the library, taking only five mintues
for the entire one level building. Such a small library for a city. He sat
himself down, bored with the whole place.

"Dude!" James looked up at a guy standing next to his table, "What are you
doing in a library, I didn't know skaters could read." James stared at the
prep who was taking the piss. The guy sat down. "I mean like, dude, like
wouldn't you rather be like skating with all your vegan buds." He smiled
nastily at James, his speech a little halting from his forced words. He was
6 inches shorter, and not well muscled.

James raised an eyebrow. "I reckon you should say sorry."

"Oh I'm sooo sorry. Man you skaters ain't got any come backs, you are
sad. Shouldn't be vegatarians, makes you weak, can't stand up for
yourselves."

James took out his Palmtop and began typing.

"Ignoring me now? That is so lame. I bet you stole that too."

"Do I look like a vegatarian to you? You really don't know what to shut up
do you? I've gotta outweigh your puny ass by 100 pounds, and that's all
muscle."

"Oooooooooh I'm so scared. What're you gonna do?"

"Vegan skater it is."

The prep gave James a puzzled look, "Wha....?"

Then he shuddered as he felt the power, a slight look of fear in his
eyes. James watched as the prep got thin, fat drained away, and then a
layer of his muscle followed. The prep had looked eighteen, but his
thinness gave him a gaunt, older appearance. His neat brown hair grew out,
his fringe reaching his jaw. It tangled slightly, as if not looked
after. His pants became baggier and baggier slipping down his non-exsitent
ass, exposing his jocks. His leather belt was pulled to the last notch,
very small. The preps shirt became baggier and tucked into his jocks, SMP
emblazed itself on the front. James turned to look at the boys feet, his
nice new sneakers aged, and changed into a phat pair of globes. A wallet
chain whipped around, making a clanking noise in the quiet room. The
ex-prep, free again, ran his hands through his hair.

He pulled down his hands and looked at his long slender fingers. "Wow man,
what'd you do to me?" He asked.

"You had a fixation on vegatarian skaters," James said quietly, "I took
that as a fetish for them. SO I made you one." He ripped a piece of paper
from a notebook, and wrote something quickly, "Now get your bony ass outta
here." Giving him the piece of paper.

"Wha? Why should I?" The slender skate boy asked.

"Well I want some quiet at the moment, go to my place and wait for me, I'll
have some of you when I get home." James gripped the other skaters crotch
firmly.

The ex-prep jumped up and his face held a mixture of confusion and
obedience, and walked out of the library, remembering to pick up his new
board on the way out.

James walked up to the librarian from earlier, "Can you show me books on
extreme sports?"

"Extreme sports? Well you'd have to be more specific," She paused, "I know
what you are talking about, but we don't have a section dedicated to it."

"Well lets see what we can do, follow me." James said as he walked off. The
woman looked after him then followed.

James entered some information into maker and hit enter. A door appeared in
a blank wall, he opened it to reveal a decent sized room, long with tables
in the middle, shelves and tables along the wall. There were several
sections, each with a large title above it, like skateboarding, blading,
snow boarding, surfing. The place was full of books and magazines, and had
large windows which made the room was airy and light.

The young libriarian shook her head, "What happened here?"

"Well you were lacking a section for extreme sports. So I made one," James
licked his lips, "I reckon you'd be just the person to look after any of my
boys who come in." She stepped into the new room, and felt a bolt of power.

Her hair shortened, racing up her back, like it was being sucked into her
head, it stopped and seem to thin out, it cover her ears. James watched her
face harden, and gain male features. Even though she was frozen her eyes
showed deep shock, and he enjoyed watching the shocked grey eyes turn into
the cutest big brown eyes, still with a hint of her shock was present. He
watched her breasts deflate, and then watched her shirt stretch as her
shoulders, then her chest, widened. He skirt showed a new package form, and
he watched her legs define, where they were exposed. She begun to get
taller, her shirt untucking to show her new 6 pac. Then her... no his shirt
changed from a button up to a ripcurl tee, getting baggy covering up his 6
pac again. His skirt fused into a pair of shorts, James watched the
material coarsen into denim. The heeled shoes morphed into an old pair of
enties. James' new libriain was complete... almost.

"Cute, but maybe some adjustments to make you look more the part..." He
entered a couple of more commands.

His face became more round as he put on an extra 15-20 lbs of fat, his
chest softened, and a belly formed and made an impression in his tee, which
became more obvious as his shirt was tucked in. His shorts got phatter, as
his ass expanded and his thighs got wider. He lost a bit of definition in
his calves.

"Yeah that's better." He smiled at his latest creation.

The skater cum librarian smiled, and felt his new soft body. "Wow am I
chubby..." He looked at his small belly, then smiled again. "I like it, you
know I love my food, and work keeps me back. Being chubby is pretty
comfortable... want to try it?"

"No thanx.. um?"

"Philip."

"No thanx Philip, I'm fine with who I am, but I'd love to try some of you."
James smiled wickedly.

Philip moved close to James, pushing his soft belly into his creator's hard
body. James realised that he really hadn't had sex with anyone overweight,
not that he could remember. It would nice to have something soft for a
change. He pulled off the shorter guy's shirt and then his pants, and let
him stand for a while in his boxers. Then he ripped those off too and
turned him around round. Philip heard a heavy clunk as James' pants hit the
ground, and then he felt strong hands gripe his chubby ass. He stiflied a
yell as James slowly entered him. James pounded him harder and harder,
Philip began to enjoy it, he watched the motion cause ripples in his soft
flesh. James reached around while continuing to fuck hard, he started to
massage the older man's belly, while with his other hand he begun to jack
him off. Philip groaned and squirmed with pleasure as he felt himself
getting closer and closer. Suddenly he grunted and let loose a load, but
still James pounded him hard, ...

Finally after awhile more James followed suit in blowing his load deep
inside Philip. He pulled out of him and cleaned up. "Kewl, but you'd better
get back to your job, don't want you getting fired do we?" James said.

"No, I love my job. Remember to come back any time though." Philip said as
he got dressed, he smiled at James and then left the xtreme sports room.

James sat in a chair and pulled out maker. He begun to write a series of
commands, he got up and left the new room, looking about the library. He
entered a few more before hitting enter.

The building warped and twisted as it changed. The roof got higher, as a
new partial 2nd and 3 rd level were added. The new tall plain wall gained a
massive graffitti murial, broken by huge thin windows that stretched from
floor the ceiling. The place was filled with bright light, which dimmed
slightly as the windows tinted slightly. He watched as new shelves, books,
and sections occupied the two new half floors. Craning his head to look at
the young adult and childresn section form, with the walls filled with
posters of skaters, surfers, homies, and such. He had indicated to maker
for a wider selection of books for the entire library.

What interested him more though was in the study section. The area was
larger, with a new internet and computer section included. However he
looked at the people who occupied the area, who had up until a minute ago
had been peacefully reading or studying.

James watched as they changed enmass. A couple of boys who were studying
together changed into a pair of alternative skaters, with baggy shorts,
chains, and piercings. Obviously now a 'couple' by the fact they held hands
as they continued to study... study new techniques that is. The other
people in the room, and the rest of the library expierenced similar
changes. All but the librarians becoming under 25 males, of different
races. The skaters were the largest group in here, but were not all. The
remaining people became homies, or punks, or such. James always enjoyed
variety.

James looked at his watch, and realised he'd promised Nick he'd be home by
now. They were going out night skating with Tim, Micheal and Scott. He
wanted to have a fuck session, and since it was early afternoon now he'd be
pushing it if he wanted a decent one before tonight.

The building had a more post-modern look, with interesting shapes, it
looked cool now James thought. The most important thing he'd done though,
was to turn the gardens into a small concrete jungle of sculpture and
shapes... the perfect place for skating. He looked up at a sign as he
passed it:

-Skating And Blading Encouraged Here-...

    End of part 17