The App #GAVIN - 40 going on 20!

“Alright lads!” he shouted as he walked on site. His bald head catching the 5 am sun. Behind him another worksite mate in a forklift truck was pulling up to him, slapping his head out the window as he passed “Hey baldy” “Spanner ya cunt!” Gavin managed to bellow back as he put on his hard hat and made a failed punch at the window. Only managing to hit the side as it rumbled ahead. “In my younger day’s I’d ave-ah shit-never mind he can’t hear me” Spanner was his age, 41, and they’d both worked a good number of different jobs for years together. But somehow, he always managed to be the butt of the jokes. Gavin sighed to himself as he scratched his crotch and continued towards the building site he worked for. He glanced at the large worksite burger van and nearly went for it, only to have Spanner, now out of the forklift, grab him and pull him away. “Nah better hold off on that, ay big guy” Slapping his belly. Gavin laughed and threw an arm over his shoulder, both he and Spanner were about the same height too, as he jeered back. “Yeah but like the say geez-“Grabbing Spanner by the side and throwing him to the floor, splattering him into a huge muddy mess. A good number of guys around began to jeer. Gavin finished “-Bigger is better ay” Spanner was laughing to, he could take it as well as he could dish it out, just not as much. Gavin WAS bigger than him after all. He leant down and helped Spanner to his feet as he shoved him towards the large, blue, plastic toilets by the lunch. Just as spanner stumbled away, shouting something about revenge, Gavins phone buzzed in his pocket.

He took it out, wiping mud from the cracked screen. It was red. “Awe did I break another one?” he fumbled with it, tapping the buttons and doing anything his fairly slow brain could think of. Finally, just as he was about to pull the battery out, the screen flashed and some writing faded into view, followed by a text box he could fill in.

GAVIN 41

ONE WISH TO CHANGE YOUR WHOLE LIFE?

“The hell is this facebook crap-just-go away fucks-“ he franticly tapped the screen again, certain someone had sent this to him. However no amount of doing anything, EVEN removing the battery seemed to make it go away. The second he turned it back on, the Apps red screen reappeared. “Fuck!” He couldn’t help but read the words again “…change ya whole life ay?” He looked down at his stomach, pressing against his high vis suit, the back up at the younger guys working around him. “Why the hell not-“ he began to type, half expecting this to turn up later when the app posted something so he wanted to keep it funny for the lads.

“Take 20 years off, order me around for once! See how the you twats get on without me to help!” and hit send. “Ha, see how they’d manage that anyway-“ he laughed to himself walking towards his first job. “-Aint no way they could boss me around on this site”

He worked for a few hours digging out a trench for a pipe to be placed when he started to feel different. He wasn’t sure what it was but he was sure he was working faster than normal. The shovel seemed easier to move around, the thick sodden clay lighter to throw up the slope. “Phew-“ he stood up and wiped his brow, his hand brushed against a buzz cut. “W-wait what?” he dropped the muddy shovel and felt his head, lifting his hard hat. He felt hair, he was sure of it. He was still balding, but most of his head had short hair. He felt his face, now he was certain something was going on. His once broken nose just, didn’t feel broken anymore. He slowly clambered up the side of the mud when a bell sounded and Snapper, who looked the same as always, walked to meet him in the yard. “Ay there’s our guy-got ya coke” and he held it out to him. “Awe cheers-erm*cough*the-yeah-“ Gavin cleared his throat, he sounded a bit, less croaky than usual. “You need some less baggy clothes Gav, looks like your wearing clothes for a guy my age haha” Gavin looked puzzled “But…I am your age geez” But Spanner just laughed as if was joking and lead him to sit with the rest of the site for lunch.

Gavin felt LIGHTER, he was sure of it, even Spanner had said his clothes were baggy, and what was it about their age? “I gotta take a piss lads, I’ll be back” and made a run for the portable toilets. They had a small mirror, and he could see what was going on with his hair line, and the rest of him, once he was inside. As he arrived, he saw a group of the younger guys out front. Mostly in their late twenties and thirties, they stayed in their own group for lunch as they discussed games and things he and the other long time crew couldn’t give a shit about. One lifted their head “Oi oi Mike” But Gavin ignored them. Making for the toilet door. As he threw himself inside, he saw with his eyes for the first what he’d been feeling all morning. He WAS younger. His hair was back, almost all of it now, it was almost a skinhead haircut but getting longer by the second. He’d lost A LOT of weight, even as he was watching his arms were getting thinner infront of his eyes. His clothes, now at the point they looked silly, suddenly seemed to realize what was happening and began to shrink around him. His hard hat became a thin blue baseball cap that hugged his smaller head. The mirror rose higher as he lost a foot in height in a matter of seconds, his high vis jacket thinned into a filthy white shirt that still looked baggy on him. Seconds later even his trousers had to adjust as they pulled up to match his newly thinner and shorter frame. He gasped, his phone buzzed. “W-wait! That fucking app init!” He grabbed the phone, trying to ignore his higher pitch and chavvy voice. The screen was still red, but the writing HAD changed.

MIKE 30

“T-twenty years off…that’s w-wot I wrote…” he almost didn’t say it, he just thought it, mouthing what he’d written that morning. He leaned against the thick blue plastic “What the fuck did I do, I gotta get outa here-“ but his body moved without his consent, his hand grabbed a cigarette from a new pocket. He wanted to fight it but couldn’t, he took a long drag and coughed. “That’s better init” and he turned to leave the toilet. Standing and smoking as he tried to think found his thoughts foggy and harder to put into the right order.

But he didn’t get long to think anyway, the door to the van next to him swung open. Two hands grabbed him and threw him to the muddy floor face first as he was suddenly drenched in water from someone else. He managed to open his eyes to see “B-Baz?!”  Baz was the guy in charge of new guys, he was a kinky fuck. The only reason he, spanner and the boss hadn’t thrown him out is he got results and damn he was a funny fuck when he was drunk. But now, 10 years older than Gavin and hovering above him, he seemed a lot more scary. “You fucking throw Snapper downin the mud again, we always get our lads back. How a site works mate haha!” Gavin dragged himself out the mud, made worse by being drenched, to see Spanner towering behind him laughing. He didn’t even seem to recognize him anymore, even the new guys in the group near by were laughing at him. “Damn kid put up a fight or he’ll take ya” one jeered. Baz took him by the scruff of his shirt and yanked him up. “Fuck off Baz I’ve been ya boss for years init mush” Gavin said automatically. But Baz and Spanner didn’t see it that way anymore, not with the younger him. Baz glared “You wot lil’man? You boss me about? How bout we give you something to fucking moan about” Spanner laughed as Baz grabbed him muddy neck and dragged him away towards his office.

“Nah, mate I was just joking-“ he protested, being manhandled like he was nothing to a man who that morning, couldn’t do anything against him! The office door closed behind them and Baz threw some paper work down. Sounding angry and pulling the thin blinds down “So your new from er-univerity right? You read your contract?” He didn’t need to but did anyway, it basically said he was signed for 3 months, worst comes to it he could sort this shit out and come back when…” oh shit” he said outload as he saw how long he’d somehow signed up for with the firm, with BAZ’S firm. “T-ten years?!” he blurted out. Baz grinned “Fucking Ten years wot kid?” Gavin snapped up, and without a second thought shouted “Ten years-BOSS” Baz’s grin became a smirk. “Ya first day was good, but you’re a proper weakling-“ Gavin tried to stand and protest but one large, firm hand from the huge man pressed him into the plastic seat. “But we can sort that, here, put this shit on, its all we got in your size” and he had a set of chavvy clothes thrown at him. Baz just stood and watched. Gavin suddenly felt very shy, he’d never felt like this. He just managed to look at his phone as took it out his pocket and put it on the table.

MIKE 25

“This is serious…” he said to himself but Baz heard “Oh you bet it is bitch, time to give you some orders you can’t ignore. Maybe teach you who the BOSS is around ere” Gavin stood, wearing the black trousers, new shirt and high vis vest, all as dirty as the rest when he saw. “O-oh I dunno-“ he muttered as he back up, Baz held a small steel cage in his hand and a lock in the other. “Look your gonna do as ya told one way or the other, so SIT -THE FUCK-DOWN KID!” Gavin sank into the chair “Yes Boss” He’d been defeated. Inside he wanted to scream and punch the guy, but all his fight had gone. He sat as Baz walked forwards and pull out his cock. “Nice size, shame for you innit” Gavin looked down, it was still chunky, he’d always had a big cock, but now he wasn’t so sure it was luck. The cage was cold and it only just fit, there’d be no room at all for him to do anything else in it. Baz locked it tight and stood up, flicking it with his massive finger. “That’ll teach ya, help beef you up and get some muscle on ya after a few months” ‘MONTHS?!’ he thought to himself, his eyes wide. “Now you better get home anyway, 21 year old apprentice rules and all, can only work ya for 6 hours. Got your number now though” He grabbed the cock cage and pressed his gut against him. Gavin felt his dick twitch and immediately yelped in pain as the cage pushed back. Baz slapped him on the back “Yeah your gonna fit right in under my lads, now getthe fuck outa here till tomorrow. Your gonna need it mate”

Throwing on the rest of his clothes and grabbing his phone he was pushed out the office door and finally realized as he slowly walked off site how much smaller he really was. The people he used to hang out with towered over him. He couldn’t even do the work they could anymore. “Fuck init mate-I-shit!” he began to thrash and shout at himself as he walked to the train station for the ride home. His head was slowly filling with memories of living in his first flat, of the site being his first job and how his grades were so low at university he’d been forced to drop out and now, tricked to sign up for 10 years under this weirdo Baz on the worksite. As the train doors opened and he walked onboard, he glanced at his phone just at the moment to see it flash a final time.

MIKE 21

The screen, last last, faded and final revealed a background picture that wasn’t his. He had a memory of playing it, it was some game called COD, scrolling around he found apps for messaging and many of them were for findings tops to dominate him in gay communities. “I’m gonna be stuck at that site with Baz for ten years mate….ten fucking years of…” he looked down and rubbed his cock cage through his black high vis trousers. “…this” His phone buzzed with a text from Baz.

‘Me and the lads got some ideas for tomorrow lad.  Touch that cage and you’ll fuckin regret it, Se ya tomorrow future skin head!’

It was followed with a buzzer emoji and Gavin reached up to feel his head. He finally had hair and now they were going to cut it all off again. Worse, he could imagine himself doing that with Baz and Spanner to some kid on site only that morning. It sounded like a funny prank. His dick only seemed to like the idea more as he thought about being dominated by the burly work crew. His cage ached already. “Wonder what they have in mind” he said finally with a smirk as he started to doze off. It had been a long day and it would be a long few years to come. “Maybe won’t be so bad innit”