Jonathan couldn’t believe it, he had been transformed into a cocky teen lad! This was definitely not how he had expected his Saturday morning to go. Just the previous evening, he had been a wealthy, if slightly overweight, single man in his forties. He couldn’t help but wonder if the strangely tasting bottle of port that he had drunk the previous night, purchased from the dark web, might have had something to do with it. He looked in the bathroom mirror, and the nineteen-year-old boy stared back at him through the reflection with an expression of aggression and disbelief.

His large young muscles now bulged out from beneath his tight polo shirt in a way that they never had at any age, and a complex tattoo ran up his left arm which he felt proud to display. He flexed his inked bicep for the mirror and was aroused by its size and beauty. He licked and kissed his strong new muscles and then turned back to the mirror with a sense of confidence and pride at who he had become.

Jonathan was now the very definition of young, dumb and full of cum.

Jonathan ripped off his clothes and furiously jerked himself off in front of the mirror, moaning and groaning loudly with erotic elation as he squeezed his thick pecs with one hand, and energetically jerked himself off with the other. Finally he reached climax.

“FUCK YEAH!” he roared as thick cum pumped its way out of his cock and half-way across the bathroom. He loved the sound of his new loud, laddish voice – so different from the softly spoken polished and posh voice he had carried with him for his whole life.

“Yeah! I’m a fucking LAD!” he laughed, opening his arms wide at the mirror. “Deal with it!” he said jokingly to his reflection, loving the feeling of confidence and aggressiveness that now permeated his young dumb brain.

The next instinct Jonathan had was the need to go out, get drunk off of his head, and hopefully make some new mates along the way. So he quickly headed to the bus stop, where he came across a huge number of teenagers, all dressed to party. Then he remembered that it was a music festival that weekend in one of the large parks in the city, “Fucking perfect!” he said to himself.

Before the bus had even set off, Jon, as he now introduced himself, had already started striking up conversations with his fellow teens. Within a few drunken hours, he had a new band of mates, two of whom he slept with that night. The next two days quickly became the best of his life - what he could remember of them anyway!

When Monday came around, Jon was too hungover to go to work. Not as if they’d recognise him anyway. Instead he lounged semi-naked on the sofa with his new fuck buddy Sean, watching sports, drinking cans of beer, and planning their new laddish life together.