This story chain involves a character named Dayton Lightfoot who's half-Cherokee and half-Anglo-Saxon. He's a special kind of young man who can change things at whim; he's sort of a warlock without all the hoopla that goes with it--he can just do it. He looks young (about 15) but he's actually much older. He's in his 30s but ages slower than we do. He thinks differently too. For him life's been a pretty fun time. But it wasn't always that much fun for him. Not until he grew up, so to speak. This is his beginning story, the story to launch the others from. He gets worse so I am cool about him, mostly because he changes people--sort of nonchalantly--anyone at anytime and anywhere, and just because he can. No reasons. No regrets. No worries about why he does it, or the implications or outcome. He just does it to anyone who fits the bill. He's never going to kill anyone. Ever. But he does enjoy the power and the show that goes with it. This storyline will follow Dayton and his victims through their changes and has many story lines. Some of his victims might be turned fat, some skinny, some young and some old, some may even trade bodies against their will, some might even shrink in height--anything is possible. Dayton Lightfoot, or Day, or Daylight as he's been called, is downright MEAN. He's the changeling. And these are his Chronicles.
This is the first story in way it has a bit of his origins in it. It is not meant to be a nice story and it's called:
A Loss of Will's Power
Will Tramral wasn't what you would call your typical guy. He was anything but typical. He towered over most every other guy he ever came across, and he was a big guy too. At 6'6" and just barely under three hundred pounds (296 to be exact), he was massive. He was an ex-Marine and he was relatively young at 29 going on 30. He was still an impressive looking guy, handsome and pleasant to look at, kind of the overgrown version of the All American guy. Brown hair, thick and well styled. His girlfriend forced him to allow his bangs to grow longer then the sides or back. She liked to push it out of his eyes--his deep blue eyes. His face was appealing and strong-looking. He had an authoritative appeal to him in both body and face. None of his body was fat--none of it. He was a lean, mean, fighting machine and he kept his body that way with daily workouts and a rough regimen of outdoor activities including mountain biking and rock climbing. He was ideal for both despite his height, which was rather tall, and his weight, but he had a perfect body. It was lean and well-toned. His body fat count was below average for his size--not that there was a chart stating that he maxed the standard charts in height and weight. His body fat count was 4.8. Not bad for a guy his size or any other for that matter.
But Will had his problems. He could be real pushy at times and in a lot of cases it was his way or the highway, and there wasn't much hope for negotiations if he was wrong. It was better to let him believe he was right till he read or found out he was wrong through some neutral source rather then to tell him he was- a rather annoying attribute to say the least. But that was the way he was-self-indulgent and somewhat of a bully. In a slight way he liked being the big guy. He always was the big guy. All of his life he was the big guy--the "tower of power" was his nickname on his high school football team and the nickname followed him through the years.
Fate can be an ugly guest at times and is not exactly pleasant all the time either. Sometimes fate merges two individuals together needlessly, a happenstance type of thing--two ships without their lights on minding their own business colliding together in the dark far from any shore of rescue. That's what happened to poor Will. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Will and his buddies were all going to take a well-deserved break from their jobs as forest fire fighters. They had just done a stint in California and held back nature's fury for another time and it was time to take a break. They were headed off after a two-week regrouping back at their Arizona fire departments head quarters. They had spent time with their families and in Will's case with his live-in girl friend, and it was time for the guys to have a weekend away from everything. They had a weekend fishing trip they all had planned even when they were knee-deep in shit fighting against impossible odds on the Malibu hillside against flames that screamed I'll kill you before you do me. They made their minds up then and there. If they survived, it was flagstaff and fishing time for them alone. No fires, no work, no kids, and no girlfriends or wives.
Surprisingly all of their mates said yeah, you deserve it - go for it! in their own ways. These guys were rugged outdoorsmen. They needed to have their time. These guys weren't pansies--they were men. They needed their time to be guys - a time to be MEN!
The trip was started. The drive was a long one, about three hours straight north almost, but the destination was a pay off. From heaven, cold streams trickled down hills that eventually merged with a powerful river and headed south on its way. Their campsite was on one of the bigger feeder rivers, for the bigger one's areas were deep and some as shallow and clear as bath water.
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Dayton was ready to leave home, ready to see the world. He lived somewhat north of where the firefighters were, with his granddad who was dying. It wouldn't be long and Daylight would be alone for the first time in his 33 years. His grandfather was 238 years old now and that's a long time to live. He'd seen it all and it was time for Dayton to move on. Anyway he was smart and aware of the white man's ways. He was unafraid and capable in that way.
That night Dark Cloud conjured up just that--a dark cloud. It started far north west of them and built till its anvil head touched the sky way above 50,000 feet. It spiraled at its base, gathering from the world its necessary energy to make the final transfer of the family's secret powers. Daylight waited for nightfall and the coming storm. It boomed in the back, louder than any storm in over two centuries had ever done. Dark Cloud also waited to die. He couldn't go till the storm got there. Sometime two hundred years from now, Daylight would conjure a storm like this one and he too would do this for his grandson. The very next generation was always skipped.
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Will and his friends enjoyed their first day at the camp. They caught that night's dinner of trout and luckily cooked it before this megastorm formed. They were somewhat caught off guard by this storm but well aware they could build like this one had done, and all knew the implications of mountain storms and their potentially damaging effects. They knew to move the campsite farther from the creek's shore and found a place surely far enough up hill to be out of the way of the flash flood that was bound to happen in such a storm. Their weekend was pretty much a washout as far as fishing went at least. That was now a given.
All they could do was ride it out. It was too late to outrun it and they were used to rain and its lightning anyway. They gathered in the RV. At least it was grounded and self-powered. They threw on a tape and figured to hell with it--we might as well watch a movie. The only guy there who found it hard to deal with was Will. He had to stoop to use the bathroom and found it easier to wait to get a beer when one of his shorter friends needed one, and they liked him and sympathized with his predicament so it wasn't a big deal. All in all it was a windy, fucked up night, but they stayed pretty safe--a few brushes with broken limbs and a few close lighting strikes--but by morning it was over and the sun was just wanting to come over the tall hill and begin its job of warming things up again when they all woke up in a sort of him first, then him, then so and so, type thing.
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Dark Cloud had passed away clutching Dayton tightly. A bolt of lightning struck him just before dawn and a surge of power unknown to man passed through Dayton Lightfoot. The room went from almost black to pure energized white light. It glowed. They merged somehow. What Dark Cloud knew that he was, was transferred in that tiny uncountable, unrecordable second. No burning effects or shocks of any kind were felt, none that any one of human origins could feel at all, but just a hum and a smell in the air remained after the strike. Dark Cloud was gone. Daylight hugged empty air. Then the sound--the cleansing sound--of rushing waters was all he could hear, and before he could even react, it smashed through the house and took him in its torrential flow, swept him off his feet and left him completely at its mercy. He was being taken down river by the storm water's flow. He was headed, as fate would have it downstream towards Will's camp.
Daylight, as he would now call himself, was being washed down to his first victim, his ultimate prize, Will. Fates merging in unison unplanned events played out so well anyway. Enveloped and protected by Dark Cloud's powers, Daylight rolled and tumbled downstream towards his destiny and his first experience. Something said yell and he did, just as he rounded a bend in river that was but a stream yesterday.
Will who was feeling confined by the RV's low ceilings stepped out minutes before to do his business behind a tree, and was just starting the grill for breakfast when he heard the scream or rather muffled yell for help. It was a boy's voice--a young mans voice--sounding more confused then scared, but he knew that it was someone in the river and whoever it was needed help. Will looked so good, so heroic, going down to the bank of the overflowing creek for the rescue. He was shirtless, it being warm enough for that. His torso was well muscled and so well developed that he looked absolutely gorgeous just in his jeans, socks and rugged hiking boots. He could see Daylight coming down the swiftly moving creek. He grabbed a rather large branch and flung it out into the water holding the other end of it immediately catching the current and scraping his firm delts, and rested it under his underarm. It was a struggle to hold it in place, but to jump in this flow was more stupid than this attempt so far. The water pulled the logs down stream the whole time scraping more of his flesh as it threatened to break out of his firm grip. None of the other guys could have held this log without help but Will's strong body did just that, and as Day came by he grabbed it and held fast to its end. Will pulled hard on the log, his quads straining to pull this hefty log back to shore with its rescued person holding tight. Adrenalin was ruling this fight and forethought or afterthought were things that could wait. He guided the far end in a sweeping way towards the shore so that Daylight could get to the shore, and he did.
When Daylight crawled onto the shore, Will let the log go. The whole right side of his body was bloody from the logs' scrapes that the currents had caused. He let go of the log and stood there breathing deeply. The effort was grand, the effect wonderful, the result what every rescuer hoped for. Daylight faked feeling weak. He played the game as he eyed this magnificent hero--this dream guy from heaven. Of all the rescuers there could have been this was surely the best there could have been. Daylight sat down as did Will and pretended to be spent though Will really was. He eyed him while a strangeness surged through him--a need he had never felt coming over him. Although glad to be on shore and solid ground he was never in any real danger. He just had to do what came next, and that's all that mattered to him right then--gallant rescue or not.
Daylight had to actually struggle to his feet. He was, despite the protection spell placed on him, still very much worn out. He'd ridden the rough waters for over an hour by then. He stood up and looked over at his rescuer. He smiled as if he was happy that this guy had saved him, as though he wanted to thank him for his heroic deed and maybe give him a hug or something. This was his first real meal, and this guy was unreal in size and build. He was like the biggest guy of this caliber of fitness he'd ever seen. He was perfect. He would more than just do the trick. Daylight smiled at Will who looked very worn out. No doubt he was. But despite that Will smiled back and wiped his face. His emotions had taken over and elation sometimes leads to tears. He was just so happy to have saved this young man. Daylight came closer to him and eyed his prey.
Daylight had to feed and Will was his first meal. He wouldn't have to kill Will to get what he needed, but life for this rescuer had just taken a devastating left turn.
Will stood up. His legs which had held him steadfast in one place while he held the long heavy branch were worn out. They felt like they were Gumby legs. He stumbled a bit as he regained his footing on the ground. The right side of his torso from his trim waist to his massive delts was one big series of small cuts where the branch had been rubbing up and down the whole length during his rescue of Daylight, each bleeding slightly. Day was impressed that anyone would go that far to help someone. He walked over to Will and stood there.
Daylight really felt tired so the act was easy for him. He looked up into the powerful guys eyes. They were still wet and slightly bloodshot from tears that flowed because of the happiness that he had rescued him.
Will quite literally towered over him. He felt tiny standing there next to this well built, handsomely rugged giant of a man. He wasn't even eye-to-pecs level to this guy. He was staring into the top of the tightest set of eight pack abs he had ever seen. Above that was a plateau of solid strong looking pecs--a deep valley between them coated with hair lead both upwards and downwards to two easy-to-look-at features, his impressively handsome face and his over overwhelmingly large endowment bulging in his tight jeans. He totally eclipsed Daylight's tiny frame in his shadow as the sun rose behind him blocking him from view by the massive stance of this man god. Daylight was hungry for the sun and its warmth. He felt cold in this guys shadow. Will looked down at him and saw what to him looked like a frightened yet 'happy to have been saved' young boy. He sighed and smiled as stood there still taking in massive amounts of air to fill his obviously huge lungs. His broad shoulders slumped ever so in their worn out stage, his sides bleeding wet, the blood soaking into the top of the waistband of his jeans and disappearing behind the belt he had on.
"Are you all right?" Will said letting out deep breaths of air and still recuperating from his rescue effort.
"Yea, thank you," Day said dropping his head down more for a glimpse of the guy's crotch than actual need. Will was obviously big everywhere. Day got fixated for a few seconds and then shook his head. He'd never seen a bulge that big, ever. He looked back up--way up--to look this giant of a man in the face. He was wiping his face clean of his emotions, his thick huge hand going over the contours of his face sliding across two day old beard stubble as it went. He finished and smiled back down at him when he finished.
Will's cheeks had prominent dimples that made him look very attractive. His face was strong and easy to look at. The beard stubble outlined it nicely and even with his hair rumpled and uncombed as it was now, it framed his face quite nicely and gave him a warm appeal. He reached down with his huge hand and patted Days shoulder. His entire shoulder disappeared under this massive strong looking hand. "Come on. Lets get you dried off, ok?" Day shook his head yes, and then just stood there and took in his view. Will was just so big looking to him.
"How tall are you mister?" Dayton asked meekly.
Will smiled brightly his dimples as deep as they could go. His eyebrows lifted in the middle as if to acknowledge a question he heard a lot before. "6'6" I know I'm TALL!! Let's go and get something on these scrapes and you young man. You need some dry clothes," Will said it almost as if they'd known each other for years, it was said so nicely. Will put his arm down and gently rested it on Day's back and guided him towards the camp.
"I wish I had your muscles and your height mister," Day said as they walked along.
Will giggled a bit and then gently massaged Day's shoulder in a father-son type move. "My names Will, son, and you never know. You're still growing. You might be a big guy someday. You never know," Will said that knowing it sounded dumb. The kid was scrawny and short as hell and there was no way he'd ever be as tall or even as big as Will was.
Will then realized he'd never asked this kid his name. Everything happened so quick that he'd forgotten to.
"So what's your name?" Will said as he patted his shoulder lightly.
Day didn't know what to think, the guy was so nice and all. "Dayton, but everybody call's me Day or Daylight!" Day said in a rather excited tone. Day stopped as they walked he allowed Will to walk ahead and viewed the patch on the back of his jeans which read 38-42. Wow Dayton didn't even know Levi's made jeans that size.
Will heard him stop so stopped as well. They were several hundred feet from the RV and both could see it clearly.
If Day was going to feed, now was the time. If he had friends then this could be messy if he waited.
"What's the matter Dayton?" Will said as they both stopped. Will turned to face him. He had the perfect build, arms like thick tree branches and legs as thick around as tree trunks. Daylight wanted his size and his muscles--he wanted to feed.
Daylight knew his next move. He calmly sat down Indian-style and looked way, way up into this giant eye's. "I'm tired, dude," Day said, and then sighed. He was faking it.
Will stood there and smiled down at him. He was a cute kid, scrawny but cute. And he had just been through a lot. He probably was just tired. "Got any objections to being carried, little guy?" Will said, hoping to quell any fears the kid might have, not really realizing his statement had just struck a very sensitive nerve. Will spread his legs, extended his thickly muscled long arm out, his strong big hand held open for Day to use as support to help him to his feet. Day looked at his arm. His bicep was huge at 22" around and it wasn't even flexed yet. His forearms and upper arm were taut with thick well-sculpted muscles and crisscrossed with the veins of a workingman's arms and as thick as his legs were. Day was impressed with the difference between this guys waist and his strong shoulders. He had a relatively narrow waist compared to those massive muscular shoulders. His neck was thick, and strong looking muscles spread from his neck, tapering down to massively large bulbous shoulder muscles. Dayton Lightfoot wanted this guy's size and that was that.
Dayton reached up and grabbed his hand. It tightened around his and encompassed it entirely, feeling warm friendly. Will with little effort and no loss of footing or stance, helped Day to his feet. Day was so impressed at his size and strength.
"You can't move your legs BIG GUY!" Day said in an angry tone as comeback to the little guy statement Will had made to him.
"What? What are you talking about? Sure I can." Will said as he tried and found he couldn't. "What the fuck..I..I don't get this." Will said as he tried to move his feet. He could feel them and he could move his arms but why not his legs?? "Wow, you're right. What the fu... Sorry I didn't mean to swear, little guy, but this is weird!" Will said in a voice now governed by a small but real panic to it.
"You even been the small guy mister?" Day said in low voice as he watched Will's face and studied it and its reactions. Will wasn't paying attention to him for he still just trying to move his legs. This felt uncomfortable and weird to him. "You're freaking out, aren't you?" Day said and laughed.
Will looked down at him, his eyes furrowed with deep lines forming in between them and a look of what could only be anger or even impatience with this kid's attitude towards the situation. It never occurred to him that it was the kid doing it to him. "WHAT!! YEAH!! I GUESS SO, LITTLE GUY!!" Will said totally baffled over this kid's unconcerned reaction to this situation.
"You sound like a frightened little boy, Will." Day said as he freely backed away revealing he could move his legs. Will cocked his head sideways and began to think about this whole thing. "You dwid... WAAT'S da Mattwer wit my vwioce?" Will was totally freaking out now. Now he couldn't move his legs and his voice and words were childlike.
"Waa WAVE WOU DWON TWO MWE!" Will said. His deep baritone voice had gone back to what he sounded like when he was three years old. He closed his mouth and wanted to scream for help but with this voice and these words.... Why was he talking like this? He could formulate the words in his head, he just couldn't say them anymore, at least not the way they should sound.
"You recognize that voice don't you, Will?" Day said thinking over his next move. "You're kind of like my first time guy." Dayton said as he got within striking distance of Wills arms and then stood there. Will wanted to scream at him to make him stop this. Whatever he was doing to him was beyond the realm of his reality, way beyond it. He struggled to no avail to move his legs. He just wanted to get away from this guy. Day could see the strain of his attempt in his face as it distorted it into emotional features that he had no idea the guy had.
"You know what? You look really scared, guy!" Day said. Will lashed out with a clenched fist but missed his mark. Day just smiled at him. "Suck your thumb!" Day said, and watched as Will's fisted hand went to his mouth and he stuck his thumb in his mouth. He tried to protest it but all he could really do was make inaudible sounds. His eyes began to well up with tears of defeat.
"See! Now who's the little guy here? The little guy walking or the big guy standing there crying and sucking his thumb?" Will was mortified by the statement and tried to fight off his runaway emotions but failed. Soon tears flowed down his face as they did when he was a baby.
"You look pathetic, big guy! I'm not done yet, guy. Do you remember how when you were little you had to have diapers?" Dayton said, and grinned a hearty grin and malicious smile.
Will's eyes widened when he said it. He was unable to pull his thumb out of his mouth and he was sucking it as child would. As it was he couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was helpless against this kid, totally helpless and he was being demoralized beyond compared by him. And this after he saved this kids life! What more could he do to him.
"In the future you will really need to be better prepared Will. I mean for life's little unexpected twists and turns such as unscheduled wettings and the like. You know what I mean Will?"
Will felt his dick stirring in his jeans and then his bowels moved and before he could stop it he was both wetting his jeans and shitting them as well. Will's face went crimson red with humiliation over what he tried desperately to control and stop from happening to him. This boy he had saved had just turned him into a baby in a big strong man's body. His whole world had changed in less then twenty minutes.
"My, my, my Will. It look's like you had an little... well no, not a little... A BIG accident, big guy. Oops. I should have said 'little guy'. Big guy's don't do that now do they?" Daylight said, and laughed as he viewed the picture in front of him. There in front of his was this very tall, very big and handsome shirtless rugged muscle stud standing there crying sucking his thumb and wetting his pants. The entire site of this scene was so arousing and erotic.
For Will the moment was the worst in his life and if he could have regained his foothold on reality for just a few minutes he would have personally drowned this abomination that stood there in front of him. However, Will wasn't going to get that moment right then. He might have a chance at it again, but it would be along time from today.
Daylight still wanted Will's well-toned body. He wanted his height, he wanted his weight--and because he always had to watch every one of his friends grow up while he remained very young--he wanted to be adult as well and to do that he would have to take Will's age. For each year Will's body gave up he would gain less than that. He would gain a third of a year at best and he wanted to be an adult so bad. He actually felt for this big guy he was now abusing--if he was capable of feelings at all. He wasn't exactly human and feeling or remorse or a consciences weren't a given for him. He may or may not acquire them through trial and error but they were not a part of his matrix as they are in humans.
None of this mattered to Will. He was a victim of his own selflessness, his need to help others. He was going to, and would, pay a hefty price for his deed of goodwill. Daylight looked at him and shook his head and looked up into his eyes. Will still had his thumb stuck in his mouth. Tears flowed down his cheeks and his own waist and now filled and soaked his jeans. He didn't look quite that rugged anymore. Daylight smiled. He couldn't help it. This was perfection.
"Well, if you're gonna act like a baby, Will, you should be one!" Day said knowing Will was not doing this of his own free will. Will felt his body changing. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. His own thumb in his mouth prevented that.
Dayton stood back and watched as the massive muscle man began to lose weight at first, as his massive well muscled body began to get thinner, as his arms went down in diameter first, just one inch, then two. His chest sank inwards like a deflating air mattress. His eyes spoke volumes to Day as he watched, knowing all the while this stud was well aware. His legs began to thin on him and his jeans reflected this event. The waistline shifted when it shrank turning his eight-pack abs into a six-pack and stealing three inches from his waistline. When it happened, his pants began to look looser on him, as his weight and then finally his height, dropped as well. Will could see and feel it all. He wanted to scream but he was helpless. He had to watch as he looked down at his body--his hard earned body--and watch as it was mercilessly taken from him. And all he could do was stand there helplessly sucking his thumb against his will instead.
Fear wasn't even close to what Will was feeling right now. Day began to strip his clothes off. He was slowly but surely gaining from all of Will's losses. Will could see and feel his loss of height. He was getting thinner as well. His jeans began their trip down his thighs ever so slowly. He felt every inch they took down his body. Will was now crying of his own free will. Humiliation and fear ruled his world. By this time he could feel something else happening to him as well. His cock had gone to full erection, and now it had the room to show itself and to grow. It pushed his emptying fabric of his jeans outward from its bulbous head, its girth that of a man's, its length that of a gods. But as sudden as that feeling came he felt it shrinking. Getting lost in his boxer briefs, it shrank still fully erect. He could feel it break free of his jeans confinement, and tent his now looser briefs as they slipped past his crotch level and crept down on their journey down his thinning legs.
He screamed as he felt this event. It was muffled and vain in attempt, but he screamed nonetheless. "WHY WHY WHY!!!" were the muffled words, but they weren't heard or understood. They sounded more like a sucking sound then screams. It's hard to scream with your thumb stuck in your mouth.
Daylight was growing in the morning's light. His body, now nude, had grown by a third his height by three inches and he stood equal in height to his victim now. Will had lost well over 150 lbs. and more then a foot in height. Day was loving it. To see a guy of this magnitude go down like this, fueled a feeling in him he didn't know needed fueling. He spun around and watched as more of the once-strong stud vanished and became him.
Will now stood there, legs slightly spread, his jeans way to big for him now resting more on their fabric around his calf area just below knees that were becoming knobby looking on him. Will's legs were as thin as his once were now.
He still was an adult, still almost 30, but he was different, that's for sure. He still had a hairy chest. He still had his handsome yet thinner face and he was still sucking his thumb. His torso looked different as though it was weaker looking and thinner. The difference between his upper torso and waist was rapidly vanishing away. His shoulders that were so broad and so strong now looked weak and they were slumped. A look of utter defeat showed in eyes, so blood shot and sad that even the devil might have felt pity for him. His trip back in time had began though and soon he would just remember being an adult but he wouldn't actually be one anymore.
Daylight turned to him again and now began that trip for him. Two years became his as Will lost them, then ten real fast from him. Will's body reacted to this violently. He began to shake as he lost height. His boxer briefs fell to rest on his ever-bunching jeans. His still-hard penis reacted as well. As it lost more size and length, he came in shots and uncontrollable undulations. He shot his exposed shrinking dick's cum four feet or more from its now stiffer than stiff erections bulbous head. He was mortified! Totally helpless, totally embarrassed and totally humiliated!
Daylight laughed as it happened. He couldn't even fathom this feeling. It was unreal beyond words, beyond anything ever. He sighed. He felt the energy as it left the shrinking youthening stud. Day watched him as Will slipped back in time. The hairs on his now-thinner chest began to retreat back where they came from. His chest thinned, the whole time revealing ribs so nicely covered in so much muscle just an hour before. Will's powerful arms had dwindled down to stick-thin remnants of their former glory. He wouldn't have been able to even able to lift, let alone carry, the stick he rescued Day with anymore. Day aged slowly as Will's regression increased and soon Will who still sucking his thumb but had totally cried out, found he was losing his ability to even stand on his feet now. Day looked at him and shook his head. Will was about four years old in look now.
"You can move now, little guy." Day said in a kind of vicious play on words, a response to the one Will had said to him. Will felt he could move his legs now but he was unable to get away. He was trapped in his jeans fabric now and his now boy-sized feet were trapped in size 18 boots. He fell backwards on his now soft baby butt and Day laughed the whole time watching the now totally helpless former stud as it happened.
"I gotta go, big guy," Day said as he turned away from Will who had taken his thumb out of his mouth and was wailing like the toddler he now was, fully aware of what he used to be. Day turned around and smiled. He was now a man--a big man strong and handsome and very much adult. "Did I thank you by the way?" he said in a deep manly voice. "Well, just in case I didn't, THANKS BIG GUY!!!" Day turned around and walked off. Will watched stunned and afraid as the stud of a guy wandered off, totally nude but totally buffed, as he once was.