Albert sat stiffly in the passenger seat of the sleek black car as Marvin drove, the hum of the engine underscoring the tense silence between them. The night’s events churned in Albert’s mind like a storm. His old head, complete with every wrinkle and strand of thinning gray hair, felt absurd perched atop a body that wasn’t his—a young woman’s curvaceous, buxom figure that swayed and bounced with every movement.
And now, to make things worse, Leo and Tony had saddled him with Marvin—a fellow victim of this twisted punishment, his weathered old face trapped on a muscular young man’s body. Marvin hadn’t fought back when Tony laid out the horrifying terms of their new lives: they were to act as boyfriend and girlfriend and start a family. Three kids, the loan sharks had demanded. Three grandchildren, or no one was getting their original bodies back.
The very idea made Albert’s skin crawl. But Marvin? Marvin was disturbingly on board.
The silence in the car stretched until Marvin cleared his throat, glancing at Albert from the driver’s seat. “Look,” he said, his voice low but steady, “I don’t like this any more than you do, but you know they’re not bluffing. If we want any chance of getting out of this nightmare, we need to start… you know… trying.”
Albert glared at him, his old man’s scowl looking absurd on the young, pouty face it now rested on. “You can’t be serious,” he grumbled. “You’re just gonna go along with this? You really think this is the answer?”
Marvin gave a frustrated sigh. “I’ve been stuck like this for weeks, Albert. I’ve tried everything—begging, bargaining, threatening. None of it works. They’re not changing us back unless we give them what they want.”
Albert crossed his arms over his new chest, but that only made the heavy G-cup breasts press uncomfortably against his forearms, a constant reminder of his new, alien form. “There has to be another way,” he muttered, more to himself than Marvin.
Marvin shook his head, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “There isn’t. Believe me, I’ve thought of every angle. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can be free.”
Albert slumped back in his seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. “You’re out of your mind,” he muttered, but he knew deep down that Marvin was probably right. Leo and Tony weren’t the kind of men you could outsmart or escape. They held all the cards, and the only way out of this nightmare was through it.
They pulled up to a modest suburban house on the outskirts of town, the kind of place with a white picket fence and flower beds lining the front yard. The porch light flickered as Marvin killed the engine, and Albert stared at the house with a mixture of dread and disbelief.
“They bought us a house?” Albert muttered, unbuckling his seatbelt with a huff. “This is insane.”
Marvin smirked as he climbed out of the car, his broad, muscular shoulders shrugging beneath his tight-fitting shirt. “Gotta make it look real,” he said. “Tony’s a stickler for appearances.”
Albert reluctantly followed, wobbling slightly on the unfamiliar heels as his curvy hips swayed with every step. He cursed under his breath, still trying to adjust to the absurd body Leo had trapped him in.
The front door creaked as Marvin pushed it open, revealing a cozy, fully furnished living room. The house was eerily perfect—like a stage set up for a life that Albert had no intention of living.
“Home sweet home,” Marvin muttered, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. He turned to Albert with a grin that was far too eager for Albert’s liking. “So… we should probably get started.”
Albert froze. “Started with what?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Marvin gave him a pointed look, his old, weathered face at odds with the young man’s athletic frame. “We both know what we have to do, Albert. The sooner we… you know… start trying for those kids, the sooner we get our bodies back.”
Albert felt a wave of nausea rise in his throat. “You can’t seriously be thinking about… about that.”
Marvin shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like it either, but what choice do we have? I’m not spending the rest of my life in this body, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to either.”
Albert clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. “There has to be another way.”
“There isn’t.” Marvin’s tone was firm, though not unkind. “We can either fight this and stay like this forever… or we can do what they want.”
Albert shook his head, pacing the room in frustration. The motion made his new body jiggle in ways that made his skin crawl. “This is insane,” he muttered. “I’m not some breeding machine, Marvin. I’m a seventy-year-old man.”
“And I’m sixty-five,” Marvin shot back, his voice sharp. “But none of that matters now, does it? Not unless we want to stay like this forever.”
Albert stopped pacing, his hands on his hips. He looked down at the unfamiliar curves of his new body, feeling the weight of the situation settle over him like a lead blanket. Marvin was right. There was no other way out.
Marvin gave him a small, sympathetic smile. “Look… I know it’s weird. But we’ve gotta get through this somehow.”
Albert stared at him for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest. “You really think we can do this?”
Marvin nodded, though his expression was far from enthusiastic. “We don’t have a choice.”
Albert let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the crushing weight of defeat settle over him. He hated every second of this—hated the way his new body felt, hated the way Leo and Tony had trapped him, and hated the idea of being forced into something so absurd and humiliating.
But he also knew that Marvin was right. There was no escape. Not unless they played the game.
With a heavy sigh, Albert kicked off the uncomfortable heels and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Marvin. “Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”
Marvin gave him a grim nod. “That’s the spirit, Grandpa.”
Albert shot him a look that could have curdled milk, but Marvin only chuckled as he made his way toward the bedroom.
And with that, Albert followed, every step a bitter reminder of the nightmare he’d been thrust into—and the impossible task that lay ahead.
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