An obese middle-aged man with a massive residing hairline is sitting on his worn dirty couch staring at the TV. This man's name is Adam Grant.
The sound of moaning coming from the TV fills the room. The obese man has his dick out. There are crunched tissue papers on the floor and a lotion bottle on the table alongside a few beer bottles, most of them empty. He is already done masturbating, but he is too lazy to put on his pants.
His eyes locked onto the porn playing on the TV, the video of a man with a big penis going absolutely wild on his stepmother's pussy, well at least that's what the video's title implies.
He is watching this video because he couldn't help but remember his stepmother today.
She is the person he hates the most in this world, as she is to blame for most of his life's misery, but he also couldn't help but lust after her because she was one fine-ass woman.
She was a stunning-looking woman with a beautiful face and a killer body.
His stepmother was a gold digger who married his father for his money and then got Adam kicked out of his will. She even frequently cheated on his father because he was a workaholic who didn't have time for anyone.
Adam didn't blame his stepmother for cheating on his father, because even he didn't love his father. He felt it served him right.
The reason Adam hated her was for taking away all his fortune for herself and not leaving him a single penny.
She had somehow convinced Adam's father to leave nothing for him, telling him that Adam needed to learn to take care of himself just like his father did growing up. Since Adam's father was a self-made man, he got swayed by her words and removed Adam from his will, trying to light a fire up Adam's ass and make him take control of his life.
He had planned to re-initiate Adam in his will once Adam started standing on his own two feet.
But then Adam's father met an untimely death and his step-mother kicked Adam out of the house to fend off for himself. From that day on, Adam lived a very miserable life.
He drank, did drugs, and made minimum wage by working small jobs, and since he didn't have any special skills, he got stuck there. He survived by only eating fast food, as they were cheap.
During this miserable period, he would always curse his evil stepmother for his misery, but then he would remember how beautiful and sexy she was and would get horny. He would imagine himself having sex with her, just like the man who used to fuck her when his father was away while he used to spy on them.
And when he was done masturbating to his memories and imagination, he would curse himself for being such a pathetic loser because of the post-nut clarity.
The same thing happened today. He remembered his stepmother and got horny, so he put up a porn fitting for his needs.
"I was such a loser," he says and picks up a half-full beer bottle and drinks it. "Who am I kidding? I am still a loser, maybe a lesser one now, but still a loser," he says and chugs the beer once again.
If someone were to see him right now, they would definitely think he is a bigger loser right now. But in his own mind, Adam believes his younger self was a bigger loser because of his lack of confidence, shy nature, and unable to socialize with people.
The things that the current Adam faces no problem with. Since he is at the bottom of the barrel of society, he has stopped giving a shit about the world and what the world thinks of him. He has grown a very thick skin.
Now he can do any of those things, but what is the use of it? He is now a fat, ugly piece of shit with no money that no one wants to befriend.
"Fuck, I need to buy more beer," he says as the beer bottle in his hand is now empty. He drops it on the floor and continues to watch the porn.
Seeing the blond woman getting fucked hard, he gets horny again.
"Maybe I should order a prostitute. I have saved enough money," he says and opens his phone.
Online Prostitution has become a booming industry in this day and age as one can order a prostitute on an app and she will come to your doorstep. It has become a billion-dollar industry.
He scrolls through one of the reliable apps and looks for a blond woman in her mid-30s with a nice body. Someone that at least has a slight resemblance to his stepmother.
After finding someone, he books her. She will be here in two hours.
"I should clean up," he says.
Because of the boom in the online prostitution industry, companies have implemented strict rules and regulations.
Just like how a customer can rate a prostitute based on her skills and behavior, a prostitute can also rate their customer based on their looks, their hospitality, their treatment towards them, and so on. So if a customer has a low rating, the prostitute knows to stay away from them.
Till now Adam has kept a decent rating because that is the only way someone is willing to fuck him. He needs to keep his rating above average.
"Let's get this over with," he says and gets up, not realizing that he is about to step on a bottle that is right beneath his feet. He steps on it and slips.
"Fuck," that is all he could say as his obese body falls. The back of his head hits the edge of the table, and he blacks out.
He is dead.
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Adam opens his eyes and sees a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling. He stares at it and realizes that it looks similar to the ceiling of his room when he was a teenager, when he used to live in a nice big house.
He then turns his head to look around and finds himself staring at things from the past, like his high-end computer, his gaming consoles, his big-ass wardrobe, and posters of half-naked models plastered on walls.
Then everything starts coming to him. This was his old room. He abruptly gets up from the bed and again looks around his room.
"Am I dreaming?" He asks himself and looks at his hands. They look normal, and he can feel himself breathing. He then pinches himself and feels pain. "I am definitely not dreaming," he says, getting off his bed and walking up to the mirror.
Adam's eyes bulge in surprise as he sees his younger self in the mirror, but his younger self is a little different from what he remembers.
"I don't recall having a six-pack?" he says as he touches his abdomen.
"Shit, they are real as fuck!" He exclaims, feeling their hardness.
He then pays attention to his whole body. He looks lean and muscular, similar to the physique of a well-trained athlete at their peak. His eyes then fall on his dick and he can't believe what he is seeing.
"This must be a very vivid dream," he says because he knows his dick isn't that big.
When he looks at his physique altogether, nothing aligns with his memory. Sure, he was tall, but he was very skinny. He could see his ribs in the past.
But the person in front of him is very different. Only the face is the same. No, even the face is a little different; he looks much more handsome, and his body is completely different. It is as if someone maxed out his appearance settings.
"I definitely hit my head when I fell. I must be on some very potent drugs," he explains to himself, trying to make sense of what is happening.
"Adam, get up. Stop being a lazy bum. Go out there and find a job," He suddenly hears a voice coming from outside his room. He can never forget this voice, as it belongs to his stepmother.
The door of his room swings open, and a stunning woman walks in wearing a sexy black dress.
This is his stepmother, Julia Grant, formerly known as Julia Wilson.
"Adam-" she gets stuck on her word as she sees Adam standing naked in front of the mirror with his dick out.
She sees his chiseled body and is mesmerized by how perfect it is, but then her eyes fall on the thing that is between his legs. She gasps at the size of it.
While she is shocked by what she is seeing, Adam also admires the sexy woman in front of him. 'If this is really a dream, I don't want it to end,' He thinks as he drools over her big breasts that are only half covered by her dress.
He also notices his stepmother checking out his dick, making him wonder again if this is all true or a very vivid dream.
"Oh, my god!" his stepmother exclaims and rushes out of his room and slams the door behind her. "Why are you walking around naked? Can't you be dressed?" she asks from the other side, yelling in frustration.
"It is you who barged into my room without knocking. Learn to knock, woman," Adam answers back naturally.
They never had a good relationship to begin with. Even though he lusted after her, he never displayed it in front of her. They both remained hostile most of the time.
"Ugh," He hears her grunt on the other side and smirks.
"Whatever, get dressed and come for breakfast," she says.
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On the other side of the door, Julia has her back against the door taking in a deep breath.
'I didn't know this pervert has such a nice body, and where did he get that dick from? It was so big! Compared to his father's, it's twice the size, and it's not even erect. Must be from his mother's side.' She thinks as the image of Adam's naked body flashes in her head once again.
'I wonder how it feels to get fucked by something that big?' she wonders, but quickly dismisses the thought as the image of Adam fucking her appears in her mind.
"Get hold of yourself, Julia," she whispers to herself and walks away.
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Back inside Adam's room, Adam is still looking around and staring at his physique in the mirror. "Is this all real?" he questions again as everything feels too real.
He feels very alive, in fact, more alive than ever. He feels stronger, his eyesight seems to be better, and he can even smell the air.
"If this is real, it means I have a second chance at life. I will not waste it like last time. This time I will make something of myself," he says with determination.
"Let's get dressed." he walks up to his wardrobe and opens it to find a lot of oversized clothes hanging next to each other.
As he looks at them, he remembers buying these oversized t-shirts and hoodies because a girl made fun of him for looking like a twig.
He was very self-conscious about his body in the past. With a sigh, he takes out a black hoodie and puts it on, along with blue pants.
Adam looks at the mirror once again and sees that his oversized clothes do a great job of hiding his physique. This reminds him of a video he watched on the internet about men having sleeper build. They look like any average Joe until they remove their shirt.
Adam imagines himself doing such a thing.
He then picks up his phone and looks at it. The home screen is an image of a model he really likes.
"September 2, 2023," he reads the date on his phone. "22 years," He whispers. He is back 22 years in the past.
...
Putting his phone in his pocket, Adam walks out of his room to find the familiar corridors of his old house, bringing back memories he had suppressed.
Memories of when he was just a child playing with his real mother in these same halls. As these memories play inside his mind, his eyes start to tear up a little, so he wipes his eyes with his hand.
As these memories hit him like a truck, his hatred for his father rekindles a little. The reason he hated his father is because the bastard was cheating on his mother with a younger woman, and when his mother died, it didn't take long for that bastard to bring that young woman here to live with them.
The bastard didn't even shed a tear for her.
"It's no use getting riled up right now," he says to calm down. He walks downstairs to find a massive hall filled with expensive collections that his father likes to spend money on, but in Adam's eyes, they are just overpriced sculptures and paintings.
He then makes his way to the dining room. Adam enters the dining hall and sees his father looking through his tablet, analyzing the stock market like he always does every morning.
Adam is seeing this man for the first time in 18 years and he feels nothing towards this man. He then looks at his stepmother Julia, who is also looking at him while preparing their breakfast. Well, to be exact, she is staring at his crotch.
He smirks at her as he realizes that his naked figure has left a deep impression on her and he doesn't expect much from this gold digger. She is, after all, a lying, cheating slut. But he wouldn't also mind fucking her brains out and making her his personal cum dumpster.
He has dreamt about it many times and now that he has gotten a second chance; he is going to make it happen.
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When Adam walked into the kitchen, Julia couldn't help but look at his crotch. She still can't believe that the pervert whom she has caught spying on her many times owns a monster between his legs.
She then realizes that Adam is looking back at her, so when her eyes level with his, she can see the smirk on his face. 'Shit, did he see me checking out his dick?' she thought and looked away.
Adam pulls out a chair and sits down opposite to his dad. Jack Grant, a self-made millionaire. Noticing Adam's presence, he puts his tablet down and stares at his son.
He feels disappointed looking at his son, who does nothing but spend his time in his room playing video games.
"What are your plans for the future? Do you want to study any further?" Jack asks.
Adam looks at his father. He remembers this conversation very well because this conversation led to a very big fight between him and his father, which allowed Julia to sow seeds of doubt in Jack's mind regarding Adam's incompetence.
"No, I have already realized that I am not good with academic stuff. I decided to get a part-time job for now and maybe see what the future holds," Adam replies.
This answer surprises both Jack and Julia. From what they have seen till now, Adam has always been very lazy and did everything half-heartedly. So seeing him take initiative on his own is a surprising event.
One thing good about Jack is that he doesn't look down on people who start from the bottom because he is one of them. He believes that Adam doing a part-time job will teach him about responsibility.
"I see, then I will be cutting off your pocket money. Since you are going to earn for yourself now," Jack says. Hearing this pisses off Adam because he knows his father very well. This is one of his tests.
If it was the younger past him, he would have burst into an outrage. Just what the old bastard wants, to see if he can handle being abandoned like this. But this is Adam from the future, someone with a very thick skin.
"Whatever," he replies nonchalantly. This surprises Jack once again. He had expected an outburst from his son, but he didn't even bother questioning his decision.
'What happened to him? Well, whatever it is, it's for his own good,' Jack thought and returned his attention to his tablet.
'Something is different about him,' Julia also thinks, as Adam seems a lot more confident.
"Julia, hurry up," Adam says while looking straight at her. The previous Adam also called her by her name, but he would have never asked her in such a tone.
This surprises her. She doesn't like the tone Adam used just now, so she looks at her husband but sees him lost in his tablet. She squints her eyes in frustration and looks back at Adam.
Seeing that Adam is not looking away, she folds. "Wait a few minutes," she says and starts preparing his breakfast. 'That little runt. He seems to have grown a spine. Let's see how long it lasts,' she thinks while preparing his breakfast.
Once done, she brings it to him. Your typical modern-day breakfast with meat, eggs, vegetables, and a glass of juice.
"Honey, when is the new maid coming? I am tired of doing all the housework all alone," she asks Jack. She has been fed up with making breakfast for a week now. She thought marrying a rich man would exempt her from such tasks.
"I have already contacted the maid agency. They will be sending a few candidates. You can screen them and hire the one to your liking," Jack says without taking his eyes off the tablet.
"Finally," Julia says and brings Jack his breakfast as well.
"When are these maids coming?" Adam asks. Jack raises his head and looks at Adam. "Why are you interested?" he asks. "Well, since she will be working in our house, I think I should have the right to have a say in such matters," Adam says.
Jack stares at his son, wondering when he became so bold, and where was he hiding it all this time. Jack didn't mind this. He wants his son to be a little assertive so that he can take over the family business if he wants to.
"5:30 PM," he answers and starts eating his breakfast. Adam nods and looks back at Julia, who is looking back at him with a confused gaze.
Trying to understand why Adam is interested in matters regarding a maid.
Well, it is only for Adam to know right now.
