SUBURBAN LEGENDZ: The Grounds

 

 

Philip Doran hung from the basketball hoop, flexing his bicep. A feat that would have been impossible 2 weeks ago. Detective Lance watched as the man pulled off his trick effortlessly. The height, the muscles, the skills, hard to believe it was all new. Philip maneuvered his body as if he had always been blessed with his gifts. Philip dropped to the ground.
 
“See, I told ya I could do it!” Philip smirked, a beguiling mixture of cocky and ecstatic. He genuinely wanted the man to be impressed.
 
Detective Lance nodded. He had been skeptical of actual coordination of the man if the story he was investigating turned out to be true. But there was no falter or misstep in Philip’s movement. His athleticism was a solid fact.
 
The detective was just testing a theory.
 
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When Detective Lance got the call that morning he was confused. He had to travel a city over to help with a missing case. It was a story he was somewhat familiar with as the rumor mill and even local news picked up on it. After all, what went missing wasn’t a person, or an object, rather an entire place. Davio Park, which sat just at the edge of town, sizable and known for its greenery and community garden, was gone one morning. ‘Gone’ wasn’t quite right either, there was still a park, but it wasn’t Davio, every sight and landmark had been replaced with sporting grounds. Basketball courts, a football and soccer field, and a baseball diamond all perfectly nestled into the land as if they had always existed.
 
Oh, the citizens were angry at first, wondering how such a prank was accomplished, but then the unsettling feeling kicked in. There was no way anyone had done an overnight swap out. In fact, a few neighbors that had their cameras pointed at the park got nothing but static moments before something new sat in their little town. People walked through it as a short cut, but no one overstayed their welcome. There were no dog parks or playgrounds to be found, to entice them further. If anything, the park was reported as feeling off-putting. Joggers, runners, and dog walkers alike all reported they felt like something was watching them. 
 
Detective Lance felt it too the moment he stepped into the park himself. Like crossing a threshold. The air was too crisp, grass too green. Not noticeable until one was already in the belly of the beast. Even laced with ‘honey’, it was a trap that the new place couldn’t quite pull off and yet some flies still got caught. Philip Doran was serving as Detective Lance’s guide. Most other people were too afraid to enter now. The young man was not some influencer type, gym bro, nor seasoned athlete. He was a former ‘fly’ lured in by the park.
 
In his own words, there was no spell or compulsion, just pure curiosity among him and his friends. The fear and trepidation many of the older citizens had for the place had not crossed their minds. People heard laughter and merriment when the youth found their way into the grounds. Everything seemed fine for a while but soon laughs and running were replaced by grunts and stomping. Anyone smiling watching the scene soon had a frown on their face as the sight of all the people at play blurred like a mirage as hardened statuesque bodies replaced all the figures. 
 
Fun was gone, only intensity drove bodies forward, crashing into each other as sounds of confusion made their way into the neighborhood. 
 
They arrived at the basketball courts. Detective Lance watched as Philip leaned on the fence talking more about what happened. His eyes slowly wandered down Philip’s frame. Was he being lied to? Was the entire town in on some big hoax? People didn’t grow to be as big as Philip randomly. Would be quite the trick to deceive a detective. Then there was Philip’s ass, a high muscled bubble gum booty. How was a detective supposed to believe that wasn’t naturally trained through the years, but bestowed on a random afternoon?

 

Despite the Detective’s lust, he stayed quiet as Philip looked over the grounds, no doubt remembering who he once was before stepping foot there. They stepped in, Detective Lance following Philip. 
 
“My friends and I were here when it happened,” He shared. “I couldn’t even reach the…,” there was a spark in his eyes. “I think I can do it now. Want to see something cool?” He ran, jumped, and did a little spin before grabbing the rim of the basketball hoop hanging there.
 
“See, I told ya I could do it!” 
 
Detective Lance kept his mouth shut, he had thoughts, but watching the man hang there was a better use of his time. There were talks that everyone who played in the park that day came back ‘different’. Codeword for hotter, but even Lance had to admit it was more than physical appearance. Something was drawing the detective to continuously feast on the sight that was Philip’s body.
 
Next up was the dugout for the baseball field, Philip hadn’t been there, but all the changes happened at the same time.
 
“Is any of this helping?” Philip asked. His shirt rose slightly, revealing a showing of skin. The position of his legs had his thighs and calves showing off. Meanwhile the fingers of his left hand clung to the top of the dugout’s fence once again highlighting his incredible size. 

A free show the detective didn’t mind watching. There was something about seeing a man in his element. A record scratch played in Detective Lance’s head. Philip’s ‘element’ was artificial; he wasn't born into this; the grounds had crafted him into an athlete. So why had the thought so easily slipped into the detective’s mind?

“Yeah, it is,” Detective Lance nodded, moving on with Philip kicking rocks behind him. 
 
Detective Lance was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. Why was he having thoughts that hadn’t existed prior to stepping into the park? Why were his eyes, even now, preferring to stick to Philip’s form than examine the site? A cheap parlor trick, to distract people. But this was sloppy, Detective Lance could see the sleight of hand. Everyone in town was able to as well. Ungraceful, inelegant. Was that the point? How long until the next group of wandering kids, curious teens, or daredevil wannabe YouTubers walked on these grounds again?
 
The two left the park, walking around the perimeter. Detective Lance wanted an outside view of the grounds. Now that he’d stepped on it, would he see anything differently? He certainly hadn’t physically changed like the others in his time there.

Philip pulled his shirt off stating, “Sorry, it’s hot.” Then he leaned back on the fence, and the clatter of his solid back made the metal rattle. Detective Lance turned to find his new companion posing, the pecs and abs Philip had been awarded on view. Then Philip spoke, a subtle difference in his voice, more assured, wanting, “We can continue investigating, but I’d prefer to go to your car and blow off some steam, you?” 
 
There it was. Detective Lance caught it. He had an undeniable urge to say yes. He was going to say yes, but he’d also solved it. What if the wool being pulled over one’s eyes wasn't obvious. The park, the new men in town. The surface level trick intentionally produced to be out of place. Philip's shift in demeanor was different, before he had been unknowingly showing off his body, now there was an unshakable confidence. Was it possible for the park to leave its mark on the people it changed; imbue them with itself. Farfetched? Absurd? Absolutely, but he couldn’t imagine anyone other than the culprit attempting to distract him so blatantly. At this point in the investigation though the only culprit they had was the park itself. Who was to say it didn’t want to be human several times over?
 
But it was just an inkling of a theory. Once they were back in his car and Detective Lance had his cock buried in that tight jock ass in the back seat, perhaps then Philip would share more secrets. It is easy to test his theory and see if a park’s first orgasm could have it dishing out its own secrets.

 Detective Lance looked back at Philip, “You’re right. Let’s head back to my car.”
 
Time to test that theory.