âWell did it work?â Austin asked me as I continued to look in awe at the sculpted hunk in front of me. He was no longer Austin, though. He was now Redden, star swimmer of Tower U and my newest boy toy.
Since I stole Derekâs special phone, along with his Adonis body, Iâve been searching for more students with below average bodies and social lives. I wanted to share my wealth with the rest of the university. After all, these ugly nerds are desperate for any sense of social recognition, whether that be going to parties, fucking around campus, or just having friends outside of their nerdy cohort.
Austin was my latest project for obvious reasons. As a chemical engineering student, he was a genius, but too smart for his own good. He was consistently bullied by the swim team, who would often spot Austin with his classmates running experiments at the pool. Austin was gay. He was ugly. He was desperate. He was mine.
After swim practice one day, Austin was unforetunately stuffed into the smelly lockers of the swim team room, leaving him there until midnight when the cleaning crew heard him sobbing. Word quickly spread, and I felt pity for the young scientist. What hurt the most was that his idol, his biggest crush, was Redden, the swim team captain.
After seizing Derekâs body and ensuring he doesnât bother anyone anymore, I approached Austin to get coffee, an offer he quickly accepted. I flirted with him, groped him, laughed at all his corny science jokes, and finally I mentioned Redden. That instantly silenced Austin. He confessed that Redden is the perfect man to him, in every way. Austin was right in his assessment. While Redden was a gifted swimmer and a part time model, he was also a chemical engineering student himself, and a brilliant one at that. Austin provided some context to his tragic relationship with Redden, detailing how the swimmer was his first friend in college until he started attending swim practices, cementing both of their roles in Tower Uâs social hierarchy. Austin felt betrayed by Redden, but still couldnât quell his incessant obsession with the jock.
âIs it that you like Redden, or that you want to be Redden?â I innocently asked. Austin seemed taken aback by the question, but after some thought, reluctantly agreed with my assessment. A devilish grin sprouted upon my face. I laid out my plan.
Spring Break always followed the final regular season meet before regionals, meaning it was the best time to steal a body and run away with it without a trace. Tower U won, of course, but not without some difficulty. Before the match at a party, I swapped my thick legs with Reddenâs, meaning he had some extra difficulty moving around the pool. This, coupled with his duty as swim team captain, meant that heâd spend a little extra time in the locker-room before leaving, as he needed to rest a bit more than the others and lock up the room.
Austin and I snuck into the locker room after the meet and gagged Redden, taking him to a motel on the outskirts of campus. Reddenâs absence wouldnât alarm anyone. Unlike other jocks, Redden always went abroad to help underprivileged communities during Spring Break, so no one was traveling with him.
At the motel, Austin and I tied Redden to the bed. As Austin showered, I stripped the knocked out jock, massaging the hunkâs body to induce an erection. I was pleasantly surprised at his length and girth. Austin popped back out in a motel robe and was struck by the sight. His ideal body, his ideal life, served to him on a silver platter, all within an armâs grasp, or a pictureâs snap.
I explained to Austin that he needed to take the picture at such an angle that Reddenâs entire body would be in the photo. Austin took some time figuring out an angle and, after deciding on the perfect one, snapped the photo, the cameraâs flash shining throughout the room. It actually blinded me for a second, but once the flash subsided, I saw Austinâs pudgy, pale, undeveloped body tied on the bed and Reddenâs big, healthy, muscular body standing next to me, donned in nothing but a bathrobe.
âWell did it work?â Austin asked, surprised by the low voice emanating from his lips. I snatched the phone from him and hastily snapped a photo of his stolen legs, returning his lithe legs and receiving by thicker ones. Smirking, I walked up to him, pulled him by the robe, and began making out with him. Feeling his strong muscles, hearing the low, guttural moan relaxing his mouth, I knew that I found a new friend, with many benefits. I saw that the erection also transferred to Austin during the switch, and so we had such a sensual, yet sleepless, night in bed together.
Austinâs powerful upper body held me down as he thrust into my thick ass, holding me close against his own torso. Flipping around, Austin offered me the most powerful kiss Iâve received, a token of gratitude for such a life changing event. As he inches deeper and deeper into me, I grasped onto his tight pecs, enjoying my journey down to the ridges of his abs. He nipped at my neck, a soft spot I had nonchalantly mentioned during our first talk over coffee. Finally, his thrusts began to quicken, gradually becoming sloppier as he neared ejaculation. With one, final, booming, deep groan, Austin came.
Gasps for air followed as our sweat mingled under the covers of our passionate heat. His laugh, more like a giggle, sent vibrations down to every cell of my body. He exited my hole and began to spoon me, whispering, âThank you for this. Iâll be yours forever.â I giggled at his statement. First mission was a success. Not only did I get a new playtime pal, I also ended the swim teamâs reign of terror on the nerds. I nestled deeper into Austinâs powerful arms, his biceps providing much needed cushion as I fell into euphoric slumber. Tower U was about to upend itâs hierarchy, one swap at a time.
