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Plotting Against The Starting QB

With the upcoming NFL season soon approaching as the first pre-season games got underway, the Buffalo Bills were incredibly optimistic about their chances this season. Last year, the team was so close to making it to the Super Bowl if it hadn’t been for a disappointing second and third quarter of the AFC championship game against the Kansas City Chiefs. While the team was bummed to have lost after making it so far into the playoffs, the Bills now had an inner drive to finish the job in the 2021 season now that the entire team had gotten their closest taste of the Super Bowl in years. 

As the coaches made plans to strengthen their plays to prevent any issues moving forward, they also had to adjust for the yearly influx of draft players and any newly-contracted players that were transferred during the off-season. There had been a lot of impressive players to join the team this season, but the coaches had their eyes on one guy in particular: Mitch Trubisky. While he was traded from a starting quarterback position on the Chicago Bears to become backup quarterback for the impressive Josh Allen, the coaches hadn’t viewed this as a downgrade in the slightest. In fact, they were relieved to have a capable quarterback in their ranks that could hopefully excel with a more fitting and well-oiled team.

But for Mitch Trubisky, he hadn’t handled the result of the new deal well. He knew last season that his time with the Bears was coming to an end, so the starting QB was obviously desperate to sign a new contract that would allow him to continue playing the sport he was so immensely passionate about. Unfortunately for Mitch, he wasn’t able to get many offers from many teams due to the fact that they were more focused on getting fresh young talent for QB positions during the draft. While he was incredibly happy with the one-year, 2.5 million dollar deal from the Bills, he wasn’t too excited to essentially be demoted to a second-string player. 

With the sting of his ousting from the Bears still relatively fresh, this new demoted deal with the Bills had left Trubisky quite the scorned man. As the man arrived at training camp, any joy that had once filled up the Bills locker room was seeped away as Mitch’s negative energy leeched it all away. Despite Josh Allen’s best attempts to relate to the quarterback and create a friendship with the man, Mitch immediately shut that possibility down, saying that he didn’t want to deal with Allen’s “pity friendship”. 

Upon heading out with the rest of the team to begin drills and practicing, Mitch’s disdain for the slightly younger Allen only grew more extreme as the time passed. Mitch was trying his hardest to keep up with everyone else, but he constantly found himself struggling and confused on what to do. For his first day back on the field in months, he had such high expectations of making a good impression and immediately excelling at anything he was tasked with doing. But alas, he found himself cursing under his breath and screaming in annoyance after nearly every drill. To make matters worse, after his new coach told him to take a break and watch how the drill is supposed to run, Mitch had to stare at Josh as he completed the drills with ease. The man even had a smile on his face as he did them, a clear testament to how comfortable he felt about his skills.

After taking a breather, Mitch returned to the field with an eagerness to finally prove himself and even outdo the team’s star quarterback. While the man was eventually able to match Josh’s mastery of the drills, Mitch wasn’t satisfied until he could do it better. He had to prove himself to be a worthy alternative to Josh if he ever wanted any play time! With the coach’s whistle signifying the end of the first day of training camp, Mitch couldn’t help but feel like an absolute waste of space. These feelings only grew worse as he watched the starting quarterback stick around with the coaches to work on some additional training. Looking away to save himself from feeling even more incompetent, Mitch quickly pushed past his new teammates and jogged into the locker room. He didn’t even shower to freshen up before grabbing his gear and rushing back to the small apartment that he had just rented for the move from Chicago to New York.

Throwing the gear onto the floor as he crossed the threshold of his front door, Mitch quickly stripped out of his clothes and began to shower. While the near-scalding water was beginning to redden his already tan skin, Mitch’s mind began to shift from embarrassment back to his near-constant emotion of anger. But as this emotional state shifted, it also brought along with it a new emotion: the desire for revenge. As the water cascaded down his head and back, he thought back to an offer once proposed by his long-time best friend.

For years, he ranted about his concerns to his friend from high school Kade McClure, who actually was a player for the Chicago White Sox that was ultimately bounced between various minor leagues by the White Sox. Given the fact that both of them had to deal with their prospective teams and the looming threat of being demoted from a lead position to something lesser, they were able to relate well with each other and thus give great advice. In fact, Kade had even offered the contact information for an apparent “life revitalizer” that went by the mysterious persona of S-C. Given that he was actually considered a player for a major league sports team, Kade’s team had given him a connection to S-C. As Mitch listened to his friend discuss the man, he learned that it was a guy who had seemingly created under-the-table deals with all of the major sports leagues to offer his services. Kade had no idea what S-C got in return for these services, but he wasn’t interested in the concept and never asked. Since he still had the connection, Kade offered to get in touch to help Mitch cope with the situation he found himself in. While Mitch had no interest at the time of using S-C’s services, Kade said that the offer was always open as long as he was still a part of the White Sox. 

Pulling the lever to the shower and turning off the water, Mitch made up his mind and decided to see what S-C could offer him to help him cope with these intense emotions he had been feeling. After shooting off a text to Kade, Mitch’s friend quickly responded with a time and location for Mitch to meet with S-C the next morning. Luckily for Mitch, S-C was apparently nearby and able to pencil him in for a consultation! As the man fell asleep early due to the extensive workouts he had just done, he was cautiously optimistic that he could find a solution for his rage towards the Bills and Josh Allen in particular...

While Mitch was incredibly annoyed to have his alarm wake him up despite there not being even a hint of sunlight out yet, he ignored that thought as he remembered the reason for his early rise. With a pep in his step, Mitch quickly showered, dressed and devoured a small bowl of cereal. The man soon grabbed his keys and rushed out to drive off to the mysterious location that S-C told him to meet him at. 

Upon his arrival, he was intrigued to find that the destination was in fact a large gym that only had a single light turned on. Getting out of his car, he gingerly walked towards the door as his eyes wandered to make sure there was no one attempting to sneak up on him. “Fuck!” Mitch gasped as the front door of the gym suddenly burst open in front of him without anyone around. Interestingly enough, the door refused to close either as it seemingly invited him to enter the building. Chalking it up to someone pressing the wheelchair button on some automatic doors to show that someone was here, Mitch took a second to compose himself before entering the dimly-lit gym.

“Hello?” Mitch called out, his normally deep voice cracking to a lighter tone as slight fear began to creep into his body. Before he could ask again though, he jumped as the fluorescent lights sprung to life and immediately illuminated the room. As his eyes wandered around to search for someone, he found slight relief to find a man sitting on a piece of equipment and staring at him. “Excuse me…” Mitch said as he began to make his way towards the man. “Are you S-C?” he asked, which caused a slight smile to form on the man’s face.

“Yes, that’s me” the man confirmed, which allowed Mitch to hear the man’s foreign accent. What could that be… British? Australian? Before he could ask about the man’s accent, the enigmatic S-C rose up from the seat and began to walk the remaining distance until he was face-to-face with the athletic jock. “How can I help you?” he asked, which caused Mitch to begin to rant about his life and the downward spiral his life had seemingly undergone over the past year. All while this was occurring, S-C was quite receptive, nodding his head as he took in the man’s dilemma. 

“So, it seems as though you’re eager to get Josh Allen out of the picture huh…” he responded, which caused Mitch to nod his head in agreement before realizing the possibilities of that phrase.

“Wait, I don’t want him killed! I just wish that I could be the starting quarterback. I have something to prove and I want the opportunity to do it!” Mitch responded, his face twisting into a look of panic as he watched S-C realize what exactly the athlete was wanting.

“Ah I see,” the man said as he began to slowly walk around and encircle the panicked athlete. As he stared deep into Mitch’s eyes, he decided to continue with his offer of help. “Well, I still think I can help you then… although my methods could be deemed experimental by mere mortals like you,” the man continued.

“What kind of methods do you utilize then?” Mitch naturally asked, his curiosity piqued by the odd phrasing of the mysterious man.

“Magical methods, things such as ancient spells and enchanted items. I can bend reality at my whim and transform someone’s entire body and soul in any way I desire,”  the man calmly explained, only to lose that calm demeanor in favour of slight annoyance as Mitch’s face cracked into a ludicrous smile and thunderous laughter erupted from his mouth. “What’s so funny?” S-C angrily said, his Australian accent now being spoken through gritted teeth. 

“Magic? Are you serious? That shit isn’t real!” Mitch said through parsed words interrupted by hearty chuckles. If he hadn't been laughing so severely, Mitch would have been absolutely pissed off to know that he wasted time on some fake-ass man offering to use “magic” to get revenge. He could have slept in some more before going to training practice, which really irritated the man. “Why would you waste my time with this crock of shit?” the man quickly uttered, his mind beginning to become overwhelmed with rage. 

Of course, S-C had expected this sort of response from unknowing mortals, especially since he had once been one of them. But luckily for the sea of people he had helped, S-C was able to tap into a locked realm of magic that had turned him into a powerful eternal being. It was crazy to think that it had been less than a year since he himself underwent his first transformation into the hunky trainer Royce Dunne. While he had continued to use the hunk’s body as his new base body to have some fun as a personal trainer in the Midwest as a safety measure to remain grounded and remember his humanity, S-C used his free time to experiment with his powers and shift into various people. He had tried out the bodies of his favorite male celebrities and even sometimes their wives just to keep the transformations fresh and exciting. But given his slight obsession with social media influencers and models, S-C began to extend his shifting into various men he found attractive. With quite a repertoire of host bodies he could easily shift into, S-C made a plan to prove his powers to the still-fuming Mitch and also allow him to pick a new full-time host body. “If you don’t believe in magic, how would you explain this?” he said as Mitch looked intently to watch the man.

To Mitch’s shock, he watched as the buff mystery man began to change before his eyes. The man’s body grew a few inches as his facial hair began to pull into his cheeks until he had a slight patch of hair on his chin. Feeling the changes begin, S-C pulled off the long sleeved shirt and revealed the man’s pale yet impressive physique that was coated in some thick body hair. But as the body hair began to pull into the follicles, the man’s torso just began to look like a buff block of chalk, which actually amused Mitch as the changes continued. However, once the hair finally disappeared from his body, Mitch was understandably shocked to watch as the man’s skin tone began to slightly darken into a shade that signified an entirely new race. 

While the majority of the man’s impressive physique remained intact, there were some areas that showcased a vast change. His biceps bulked up a bit more and his lower torso lost some of its intense musculature, as his abs lost some definition and his waist was cinched in a few inches to create a more toned appearance, but his chest was actually the main site of muscle construction. Looking down and smiling, S-C watched as his once modest pecs began to increase in size until they were at a size that were able to be fully cupped and create a chest shelf befitting of a male model.

As the transforming man began to look at his left arm, Mitch’s attention shifted there as well. He couldn’t believe it, but this man was actually able to change his entire body right in front of him. Now knowing the power of this man, Mitch couldn’t help but worry about a fear of retaliation by questioning the man’s skills and sanity. Returning his attention back to the man, Mitch stared at the now impressive sleeve of tattoos that ran up his bulging arms and looked up towards the man’s face. While the man had basically shifted into an entirely new man, the face of the Australian hunk was still affixed onto the man’s shifting head.

Fortunately though, that soon began to undergo its own transformation as the features on the man’s face began to shift. His prominent nose grew a bit smaller and more angular as his jawline also gained a chiseled look. The man’s face also grew a few shades darker to match the rest of his body as his facial hair and eyebrows began to shift from a light brown to a dark black color. With only a few changes left, the man’s hair began to recede both in terms of length and hairline as it completely revealed the fully lengthened and exposed forehead of the new man. While the sides of the man’s head were originally trimmed, they soon pulled in to the point of having a razor-shaved look. This receding also continued on the man’s scalp as the average length hair was yanked back by the follicles until he was left with essentially an extreme version of a crew-cut.

Finally, with the muscle growth that had slightly occurred in the man’s legs, S-C wasted no time evolving the pair of sweatpants he was wearing into something that better showcased his new physique. Immediately, the pants grew tighter around his body as the material shifted and gained a more spandex-like appearance. Turning around and putting his hand towards his rear, S-C watched as the new perky muscular ass he possessed was now clearly revealed by the tight pair of spandex that left little to the imagination. This was safe to say in the front as well as the spandex perfectly showcased his thick thighs and the firm boner proudly displayed. 

With the changes finished now, S-C looked down at his changed body and smiled at yet another successful transformation. As he pulled his head up, he chuckled at the look of absolute shock painted across Mitch’s gorgeous face. Wanting to have fun and toy with the dismissive man, the magical man approached the man and got up into his face. Sticking his tongue out in a cocky manner and flexing his impressive arms, S-C watched as Mitch looked him up and down and took in his new physique. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to shift into him again...” he said, one arm leaving a flex position and beginning to explore the new built body he possessed. But remembering Mitch’s behavior, S-C stopped the self-admiration and jumped back into a cocky demeanor. With his new booming and Americanized voice, S-C wasted no time toying with Mitch, saying  “So, you believe me now huh?” as he threw his arms up in Mitch’s face and flexed.

Immediately, Mitch wasted no time apologizing for his behavior and vowing to never doubt the man or his powers again. He had every reason to fear for the wrath of the man, but as the conversation progressed it seemed unlikely to Mitch that he would fall victim to it. Instead, the man soon dropped the cocky demeanor and began to inform the man about his origin story behind gaining these abilities. After asking if S-C only worked with high-profile clients, the shapeshifting man revealed that while he does have connections to people in the entertainment and sports industry, he doesn’t exclusively work for them. In his free time, he’d reach out into the world and search for the most passionate wishes he could find. While he loved to give the best possible scenario to important people, he revealed to Mitch that he has a bit of a devilish side that loves to toy with people and twist their wishes slightly. As he explained, granting wishes could be so time-consuming and uninspired, so his ability to defy expectations all while delivering was just a way to keep him invested in helping everyone he can.

Interestingly enough, Mitch became quite engaged in the response, pondering why he would sign deals and contracts to a sea of leagues when he could just bend reality to make him a millionaire. After taking a second to think about it, S-C stated that he only agreed to the contracts to retain a level of anonymity where he’s only referred via word of mouth. He knew that celebrities weren’t often so eager to reveal their problems on the off-chance that people perceived them to be vain and unthankful (an unnatural side effect of the “curse of celebria”), so he knew that there would be no real threat of his secret being revealed to the world. For the benefits of these contracts, these various leagues and industry bigshots allowed immediate access to anyone S-C desires and protection should he ever want to take the form of one of the athletes or actors.

Returning back to the conversation of Mitch’s problem, S-C shifted gears as he told Mitch that he has just the thing to help Mitch figure out a solution to his problem. After walking over to a box next to the machine where he was sitting earlier, the man quickly pulled something out and held it in his hand as he walked back over. As he dropped the item into Mitch’s hand, he began to explain what it is and how it works. “So, this ring is how you’re going to get a shot at starting QB. While wearing it, you’ll need to shake the hand of your competitor. Upon doing this, the magic will begin to work and give you the abilities to be the leader of the team. Do you understand?” he said while speaking calmly and slowly for Mitch to comprehend everything.

As Mitch nodded his head in agreement, he caught sight of the clock that indicated that he had about 45 minutes until training camp started up. Apologizing for the need of a sudden departure, Mitch once again thanked the man, put the ring onto his finger, and observed the small tiny gem located in the center of the metal. He held it up to the light, watching it sparkle and glisten in a mysterious glow. While beginning to head off, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had one lingering question in the back of his mind. Turning away from the door and back to the man, he asked a question that had piqued his curiosity. “Hey, what does S-C stand for anyway?” he said, which caused the man to chuckle in response. “It means Soul-Controller. I like an element of surprise before I reveal my name and what I do…” he said, a wide smile emerging onto his face as the football player turned and finally left the gym to enact his plan..

Upon driving back to the training camp practice, Mitch had a huge grin on his face as he practically skipped into the locker room while sporting his new ring. Of course, this new shift in Mitch’s behavior was super off-putting to the team at first, but as the behavior refused to falter even during the intense drills they ran, the team was getting behind this new version of Mitch. Little did they know that he was just giddy with revenge consuming his mind as he waited patiently to unleash the power contained within a simple silver ring…

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