"Luke, remind me exactly why you need my body to play this new game of yours?" Luke's father folded his arms over his younger body, the body of his son. "What difference does it make?"
Luke sighed and paused his game, then glanced over his shoulder. He got a glimpse of his bare ass as he looked at his father in his body; laying around in just a jockstrap in his father's huge body was such a turn on. "Dad, I told you already when you agreed to this! I'm just going to be sat around playing the new Zelda game for the next few days. You may as well have the time to enjoy my younger body and work out in it for me!"
Despite the logic not quite making sense, David wasn't exactly going to complain. For however long his son was playing this game he got to enjoy the fresh, youthful feeling of his son's body. It was funny how much you could appreciate being young again when you lost it, a feeling he could only assume his son would feel again when they switched back.
"Alright then Luke, if you're sure then I'm not going to complain about being you!" David glanced down at himself and grinned a little. His son had a hot body, not that he'd ever admit that out loud, so even if it wasn't as big as his own one was it still looked and felt amazing to be inside of.
Luke still had his game paused. "Please, you should really call me Dad right now Luke. Wouldn't want anyone that might happen to see us get suspicious, would we?"
David flushed crimson at the suggestion, but nodded regardless. "Oh... Okay then, I suppose that makes sense Dad."
Luke's cock throbbed in his jockstrap. He'd long wished to be older, never having felt like he truly fit in with his younger peers, so the day he'd found the body swapping spell tucked away in an old book in a local charity shop he'd been over the moon. He finall felt at home with the beefy, mature body of his father. He'd miss his old body a little, but giving it up was a small price to pay for the freedom and satisfaction he now felt.
Plus, he had another plan to set into motion now they'd swapped. Luke knew his father was mostly attracted to men after accidentally seeing his search history, and had guessed he tended to prefer the more submissive position from some of the videos he visited frequently. David had no idea Luke had found all this out, nor did he realise his son had noticed his less than subtle glances whenever Luke got out of the shower. Luke's Dad was into him, which was perfect for Luke as he'd been in love with his father for years. How could a young gay boy resist a single Dad that was always the sweetest guy?
Slowly but surely, Luke rolled over in his father's body to fully face his former body. Now face up, the rock hard cock in his underwear was unmistakable, and made David blush as he watched Luke grope it. "Come over here son. I've seen you looking at me before we swapped, and I know all about your taste in men. You like guys that will take charge, that will tell you to get on your knees and suck their cocks without room for disagreement." David's mouth hung open in a mix of shock and arousal at the sudden shift in tone from his son in his body. "So that's what I'm telling you to do. I know I said this was for a few days, but I think we both know it's not. You like being young again, I like finally having a body that fits how I see myself. So get over here and get sucking on your Daddy's fat cock, I know you want to."
All whilst he spoke, David watched as Luke pulled his impressively sized cock out of the tight jockstrap and gripped the base of it. Long, thick and curved just a little to the right, David was intimately familiar with that cock. He should run. He should deny it all and tell Luke to swap them back this instant. But... What if he didn't? He wanted this more than anything, and it was blindingly obvious Luke did too. It would be so easy to give into this fantasy. So easy to let Luke take over as the Daddy he wanted to be, whilst he got to be the submissive bottom he'd always secretly been.
And really, what was stopping him? Some sense of self that was mostly made up out of how the world expected him to act? Definitely not that they were related, he was long past caring about that, and it wasn't like they were actually hurting anyone. He could have his cake and eat it too if he wanted. Or, more accurately, he could have his son's fat cake of an ass and get it eaten by a handsome Daddy. All he had to do was say yes.
The next time David had a clear thought was an unknown amount of time later. His arms were wrapped around his former shoulders and there was a cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, all the while the sexy guy above him was saying all sorts of things about what a good son he was, how hot he was, and how much fun they were going to have going forwards. He was in heaven.
Luke meanwhile had been having the time of his life too. He could see the moment in his father's eyes when he broke and gave in. A wordless shift in his gaze followed by him stumbling forwards and dropping to the floor to deepthroat his cock. Luke had kept his son's head pressed down on his cock until he was satisfied he was ready to move on, then had made quick work of repositioning the pair so he could slide into David's ass with his beer can of a Daddy cock.
They had well and truly swapped for good, which was lucky as the spell had only been a one use thing. The parchment it was on had crumbled to dust after the first use, so ther would have been no going back anyway. The game release had just been an excuse, the perfect one to convince a father that liked videogames as much as he did. He was the father now though. He was the hunky older man he wished he'd always been, and had a hot gay son to fuck out of the deal too. Truly the best release day ever.
Such a perfect father and son swap. It was fate if you ask me. Sure they might’ve swapped under the guise of it being temporary while Luke plays his new game but in reality they both knew from the start that they’d be way happier in these new bodies. Luke as a thick burly daddy and his former father as a young handsome jock. Just like it was always meant to be.
That used to be me pinned to the ground by officer Ben Collins, six foot four and 230 lbs of pure muscle who had pressed on my windpipe so hard when he tackled me to the ground I was almost killed. I hadn’t even been doing anything wrong but when you’ve been living on the streets for a couple years everyone thinks you’re guilty of something. Luckily for me my mother had made me wear a necklace since I was ten she said would protect me if I was ever in mortal danger. One minute I was seeing stars, the next I was looking down at my passed out and hand cuffed body below me. My old body was hauled away by another unit that had shown up and I sat in Collins' cruiser staring in disbelief at my new face in the mirror. He was huge,arms and legs the size of tree trunks, rippling abs and massive pecs I’d easily doubled in size in seconds. Was I dreaming, had I died on the street and this was what heaven was being in the body of a beautiful man? I didn’t know if this was real but I’d better enjoy it while I can. I unbuckled my belt and and caressed the bulge in my pants and unzipped my pants unleashing an eight inch monster that smacked the steering wheel and proceeded to get fully undressed right there the tinted windows hopefully providing cover. The power I felt was enough to drive me crazy it only took a few minutes of working my large hands up and down his already glistening meat while hearing the sound and feeling the weight of his hefty balls slapping against my skin around me before I was making a mess all over the car. I was left smiling and chest heaving basking in the smell of sweat and sex that radiated from my new body as the police dispatch tried to reach me over the radio.
That was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t a dream my new body was mine to keep and I still had all of the knowledge of how to do his job. I decided to pay it forward. I let people who seemed like they needed a break like the old me off with a warning, meanwhile rich entitled assholes found themselves getting a ticket for going one mile over the speed limit. My favorite way of helping the community was patrolling around my old favorite hookup spots and stopping the same kind of twinks that always drove me crazy. I loved how they would stare not at my face, no but at my uniform the first three buttons always undone my pecs and chest hair always popping out strategically. Then they would make their way down to my crotch. I always made sure to wear my tightest pair of pants those days almost busting a seam when my dick would pulse with excitement and while their eyes were undressing me I would slip them my card and say in my deep gravely voice, “hope I can see you tonight handsome”. On the card was my new address, a beautiful house in the suburbs that I’m sure Ben was planning to fill with a wife and a couple of brats, followed by the words, “ To Protect and Serve YOU, come by and I’ll show you a good time”.
Like moths to a flame they would come over and knock at the door where I would greet them generally in my uniform shirt fully unbuttoned and a jockstrap so they could see all of me. Then whatever they wanted I did without question,it felt good to no longer be in charge after having to be the big macho police officer all day. I loved moaning in delight as I sucked the dick of guy I could probably snap in half if I wanted too until my mustache was tickling their balls. I would beg them to slam me up against a wall or bend me over the counter while calling me a pig or slapping me across the face all while I repeatedly moaned, “Yes Sir” in delight. The power shift made my knees go weak and my dick spurt into my underwear. Then I would turn around and present my tight hole to them, exploring it with my huge fingers gasping with anticipation for them to enter my tight pink hole. If they wanted me to fuck them that was fine too my dick was at their command if they wanted it harder they got it, if they wanted to get slapped in the face with my veiny monster I obliged. My only rule was they were in charge and I couldn’t even cum without their permission, I was in heaven all night. This was my own form of community service a way to truly make the world a better place, I hope my new neighbors don’t mind guys coming and going at all hours of the night. Then in the morning it was back to patrolling the streets. It was the perfect life. Someday I’ll visit Officer Collin’s in prison. He really got the book thrown at him for attacking an officer and the crazy babbling about us having switched bodies wasn’t helping.
Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.
My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.
This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.
And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.
I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.
He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.
Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.
Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.
He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!
With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.
I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.
I wiped my brow and laughed. "Well, are you ready to forget about how to be a personal trainer and give me all that knowledge? Don't worry, I'll be your personal trainer from now on when you don't have a clue." 😈
Two months since I swapped my own middle aged body with this hunky Swedish tourist’s, I remember him saying how much he wants to experience America. Since then, I’ve turned him into a real red neck American, got some cowboy boots and some jeans for this new body of mine. Showing off my new sexy Scandinavian muscles for all the guys in my small Kansas town, a few of them have also had the honor of tasting my new Scandinavian meat and being bred by my big sticky loads. The cap is the only thing from the original owner of my body, I love wearing it to remember who I stole this body from. I bet he’s still crying in his overweight middle aged body.
Caleb Delaney had heard the ring story so many times that the words had worn grooves in his patience.
State championship. Fourth quarter. Mud everywhere. Frank Delaney playing through a knee that should have taken him out in the second half. One last drive. One last hit. The kind of game old men turned into legend because no one could prove how much of it had been real.
The ring sat in a wooden box in Frank’s den, tucked beside yellowed newspaper clippings and a framed photograph of a younger version of Caleb’s father. In the picture, Frank was eighteen, broad-shouldered and grinning, hair thick and dark, one hand raised as if he could still hear the crowd. He looked nothing like the man standing in the den now.
Frank was fifty. He still carried some old athlete’s strength in his shoulders and arms, but his middle had gone heavy with time. His grey shirt stretched over a round stomach that pushed forward before the rest of him. His hair was clipped short and dark-gray at the sides, but the front had receded badly, exposing a broad, lined forehead; at the back, a bald spot had opened at the crown. A thick salt-and-pepper goatee framed his mouth, making him look stern even when he was only tired.
Caleb stood across from him, twenty-two and restless, home from campus for one night before rivalry week swallowed him whole. He was big from football in a way that seemed almost unfair: broad chest, powerful arms, thick shoulders, solid torso, tattooed forearms, dark hair, short beard, the easy physical confidence of someone whose body had never really failed him. His headphones hung around his neck. A game controller sat abandoned on the couch behind him. His duffel bag was still by the door as if it was eager to leave.
Frank turned the ring between his fingers. “You’re not listening,” he said.
Caleb sighed. “I’m listening.”
“No, you’re waiting for me to stop talking.”
“Maybe because I’ve heard this speech before.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed beneath his heavy brow. “You have a game Saturday.”
“I know when my game is, Dad.”
“You’ve got scouts coming. Alumni. People who matter.”
Caleb laughed without meaning to. “You always say that like I don’t know football exists unless you remind me.”
Frank’s goatee shifted as his jaw tightened.
“That body of yours,” Frank said, pointing at him with the ring hand, “is a gift. You act like it’s something you picked up at the store.”
Caleb looked down at himself, then back at his father. “Here we go.”
“You think I’m joking?”
“I think you’re mad because I’m living the part of your life you couldn't but still care about.”
Frank went still. It should have warned Caleb. It did not. He stepped closer, anger warming now, the kind that came too easily between a father and a son that didn't always see eye to eye. “You sit around with that ring and those clippings like one good season thirty years ago gives you the right to run mine.”
“One good season,” Frank repeated.
“You know what I mean.”
“No,” Frank said. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He pulled the ring off his hand and closed his fist around it. “You think this is about me missing the crowd? You think I don’t know what I look like now?” Frank slapped one hand against his stomach, hard enough to make the stretched fabric jump. “You think I need you to remind me I got old?”
Caleb looked away, but too late. Frank saw it. The hurt passed over his face quickly, chased by pride.
“I watch you waste what I would’ve killed for,” Frank said. “That’s what gets me. Not that you’re young. Not that you’re strong. That you don’t understand what a gift it is and how quickly you can lose it all.”
Caleb’s voice dropped. “And you don’t understand that it's my choice to make my own future. - you just wish you were young again.”
The room changed. It was not dramatic at first. Just a silence too deep for the den. The refrigerator stopped humming. The air seemed to press in around them.
Frank looked down at the ring in his hand. Its metal had begun to glow.
Caleb frowned. “What the hell?”
Frank’s eyes lifted. The ring flared white-hot.
Caleb reached instinctively, either to knock it away or grab his father’s wrist. Frank moved at the same time. Their hands met around the ring.
Heat shot through Caleb’s palm and up his arm. The den vanished. For one impossible second, Caleb heard a stadium roar. He smelled wet grass, mud, old leather, sweat trapped in shoulder pads, beer spilled on concrete, his father’s aftershave, his own deodorant. Memories that were not his crashed through him: a younger Frank taking a hit under white lights; Frank limping toward a locker room; Frank standing alone in a kitchen after the divorce papers were signed; Frank watching Caleb’s games from metal bleachers, hands clenched, heart split between pride and envy.
Then his body betrayed him. His stomach surged outward first. Caleb gasped as weight gathered at his middle, not muscle, not athletic bulk, but a warm, heavy roundness that pushed against his shirt and dragged at his lower back. His center of gravity shifted forward - almost causing him to topple over. His chest remained broad but dropped into older heaviness. His arms thickened differently, strength buried under softness. His knees buckled with sudden ache. His skin prickled. His jaw burned as coarse hair pushed out and grayed around his mouth. He felt a surge of heat in his pants as his dick thickened then shrunk.
“No,” Caleb choked. But the voice was wrong. Lower. Rougher. Frank’s.
Across from him, Frank staggered backward as years stripped off him. His belly collapsed inward. His back straightened. His shoulders spread wide. His old T-shirt hung loose, then pulled tight in new places as Caleb’s chest and arms filled it. The lines around his eyes smoothed. His hair darkened and filled in. His goatee shrank and reshaped into Caleb’s short dark beard. His underwear bulged as Caleb’s longer dick spread out between his thighs and instantly chubbed under a surge of hormones.
Frank looked down at himself in shock.
Caleb shoved past his doppelgänger toward the hall bathroom, moving badly, too heavy, too slow. He hit the light and grabbed the sink.
Frank stared back from the mirror. Not a resemblance. Not some older version of Caleb. His father - Frank Delaney.
The weathered face. The crow’s feet. The strong forehead lines. The salt-and-pepper goatee. Caleb’s hands shook as he dragged them over his scalp. The front hairline had retreated far back, and when he reached behind him, his fingers found the thin bare spot at the crown. The bald spot.
His stomach pressed into the sink cabinet. Caleb looked down. Caleb’s T-shirt stretched over the round swell of his new older belly. He grabbed it with both hands. The weight filled his palms. He tried to suck it in, and the belly barely moved.
He reached his hand down to his jeans, feeling for his dick in its usual position part-way down a pant leg and was startled to find it pressed high and small against his underwear. Before he could process his physical reality anymore Frank appeared in the doorway behind him wearing Caleb’s face. For once, his father had no lecture. He only stared at Caleb’s body, flexing one hand, then the other, like he had forgotten hands could feel that strong.
“What did you do?” Caleb whispered in Frank's gruff voice.
“I don’t know...” Frank replied in Caleb's younger tone.
“What did you do?!” Caleb shouted this time.
“I said I don’t know!” Frank retorted.
Caleb’s voice coming out of Frank’s mouth would have been bad enough. Frank’s panic coming out of Caleb’s strong young body was worse.
The ring clattered to the hallway floor between them. It glowed once, then cooled. They tried everything. They put the ring on. They took it off. They held it together. Caleb cursed at it until Frank told him to breathe. Caleb nearly punched him for that, then realized with a wave of sick humiliation that Frank, in Caleb’s body, could probably stop him.
Near midnight, they found words etched inside the band that had not been there before.
ONE MORE GAME. ONE FINAL WHISTLE.
Caleb read them over and over. “The game,” he said.
Frank did not answer.
“The big game is this Saturday!”
“We don’t know that’s what it means” Frank said.
Caleb laughed, and Frank’s older laugh came out of him. “You’re going to tell me this magical ring that stole my body and gave me your belly is now being subtle?”
Frank flinched. Caleb saw it. He did not care.
“I’m stuck like this for a week!?” Caleb questioned.
“We’ll fix it…” Frank declared with no clear reason to be hopeful.
“How? After you play my game?”
Frank looked away.
Caleb stepped closer, his anger clumsy inside Frank’s older body. “No. Look at me. You are in my body. You are going back to my campus. My classes. My team. My life. You’re going to play the game this weekend and then everything should go back to normal!”
“I don’t know...” Frank started to respond before Caleb interrupted -
“You don’t know anything.”
Frank’s face, Caleb’s face, tightened. Then he reluctantly agreed to go along with the plan provided by the ring. They made rules because rules controlled fear. Frank would go back to campus as Caleb. Frank would attend classes, practice, team meetings, and keep everything intact until Saturday. He would take no risks. He would make no personal decisions. He would not touch Caleb’s life beyond what was absolutely necessary.
Caleb would take the week off work. He would stay at Frank’s house, avoid neighbors, avoid his mother (Frank’s ex-wife), avoid everyone who knew his dad well enough to notice the wrong man behind his eyes.
Most importantly, Caleb said behind Franks older eyes and thick goatee, “Don’t do anything with my body that I wouldn’t do.”
Frank stared at him from Caleb’s younger face.
“How do I know what you wouldn’t do?”
Caleb swallowed and grasped his forehead, feeling the start of a headache. “Then just don’t do anything,” he said.
At the time, Caleb believed him. At the time, Frank believed himself. The two men shook on it.
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After a few hours of sleep, Monday morning came around and Frank’s new young body woke up before the sun had even fully risen. He yawned and stretched feeling his new larger dick twitch. He pressed it into the mattress - not because he was particularly horny - although when isn’t a college guy horny he thought - but simply because it felt good.
He briefly debated the morality of using his son's dick. It's not like he hadn't seen it before - he was his son after all. He landed on there being no way he could go a week without release in this body - before the ache in his balls compelled him to roll onto his back, reach a hand into his underwear and begin to jerk his son’s dick. The heat within him rose quickly as he moved his hand up and down the shaft of his new 9” dick. Within a few seconds he splattered a load of cum on his new tight abs.
“Jesus, I miss being this young” he thought, “although I have no idea where Caleb got the genes for this monster dick from - must be his mother’s” he thought with a smirk as he grabbed a dirty sock, wiped up the cum and jumped out of bed.
That was the first temptation. Frank had forgotten what it felt like to have energy waiting for him instead of something he had to bargain for with coffee, ibuprofen, and stubbornness. Caleb’s body was warm and ready, muscles swollen, dick full of cum, breath easy, joints silent.
Frank packed Caleb's things and drove his son's truck back to campus. The steering wheel felt small in his hands. The fall morning air felt sharper through Caleb’s lungs. Even sitting still, he could feel the young strength humming under his skin.
By the time he walked across campus in Caleb’s team hoodie, he was lightheaded. People looked at him. That was the second temptation. Not the polite glance given to a middle-aged man in a grocery aisle. Not the quick nod Frank got from other dads at hardware stores or bars. People actually looked. A girl smiled at him from the coffee line. A guy in a baseball cap called his name. Two younger players slapped him on the back as they passed, hard enough that Frank braced for pain that never came.
“Big week, Caleb.”
Frank nearly turned to see who they meant. Then he remembered - he was Caleb.
Caleb’s apartment smelled like laundry, body spray, old pizza, and cleats. There were controllers on the couch, protein tubs on the counter, textbooks open facedown, team gear piled near the bedroom door. It was messy, loud even when empty, a life still being built in real time.
Frank stood in the middle of it and felt something dangerous unfold inside him. This was not just youth…it was a road with infinite forks to be taken. Endless possibilities. He felt a twinge of middle-aged remorse after putting thoughts to emotions.
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Earlier that same morning, after Frank already left for college, Caleb woke in his father’s bed with a dry mouth, an aching back, a strong urge to piss and Frank’s stomach resting heavily against the waistband of his sweatpants.
For a few glorious groggy seconds while negotiating ignoring the need to pee in order to sleep more before morning practice, Caleb forgot about the swap. Then he rolled over and Frank's belly shifted with him - snapping his attention to the present.
“Oh, God,” he muttered.
In the bathroom, the mirror delivered the truth again. Frank’s rugged, older face. Frank’s goatee. Frank’s receding hairline. Frank’s heavy chest under a stretched T-shirt he had thrown on to not have to look at his new huge stomach too closely...Frank’s stomach - he had expected the belly to horrify him less in daylight. It did not.
It was warm and round and ordinary, which somehow made it worse. Not some monstrous punishment. Just a middle-aged man’s stomach. A divorced dad’s stomach. Years of takeout, stress, knee pain, lonely dinners, and telling himself he would get back to the gym next month.
Caleb gripped it from underneath and felt the weight settle into his hands. Then Caleb’s attention was drawn again to his need to relieve himself. After the shock of the change - and the realization of the difference in his smaller manhood - Caleb had delayed looking at his Dad’s dick for as long as possible. Time was up.
Caleb walked over to the toilet and pulled down his sweatpants. He reached into the sleeve of his underwear and pulled out a 3” cut thick dick from his now salt and pepper pubes. He frowned as he leaned forward to even see his dick over his dad’s belly and he pulled it out of his clothes just far enough to aim and hit the toilet bowl. A stream of piss sputtered and then flowed from his new smaller dick. A wave of relief passed over his body.
After finishing, Caleb shook his dick and it responded by stiffening. An odd feeling passed over him as he felt arousal in his father’s body. It didn't match the sharpness or urgency of his old body, but burned without relent. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and inspected himself as he took one hand and rubbed his bigger belly, enjoying the sensation of the thicker hair on his stomach while at the same time feeling disgust at the thought of it.
While he watched with intense interest his hands wandered across his body, he cupped deflated pecs and tweaked swollen nipples - feeling how much more sensitive they were than his. He felt weathered skin and licked his upper lip with his tongue - feeling the coarser grey hair. All the while his dick twitched and grew - still small but thick and eager looking in the mirror.
Caleb eventually gave in and reached an older rougher hand down to his dick and began to slide his thumb and forefinger over the small shaft barely pushing out from his bush. He tweaked his nipples with his other hand. His pace quickened, he spit on his hand and fucked his tiny dick into it while rubbing his big belly. He thought about cumming from the dick that made him - pushing him over the top in some psychosexual mind fuck. His little thick dick jerked as waves of pleasure passed through his body. As Caleb finished a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment washed over him - but with nothing to do and nowhere to be for the whole week he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time he touched his new little plaything.
Downstairs, the house was quiet enough to hear the refrigerator hum. Frank lived alone, and the house showed it in small, embarrassing ways: one coffee mug in the sink, one chair at the kitchen table pulled out more than the others, one side of the couch worn deeper than the rest. The fridge had eggs, beer, mustard, leftover Chinese food, and a bagged salad going brown at the edges.
On the kitchen table sat a pair of reading glasses, a stack of mail, and a handwritten note from Frank.
I’ll be in touch after morning practice.
Caleb stood there staring at it until Frank’s phone buzzed.
Made it, Frank texted from Caleb’s phone. Nobody suspects anything.
Caleb typed slowly with thumbs that felt too thick and what he had just finished upstairs still on his mind.
Don’t get comfortable.
Six minutes passed before Frank replied.
I won’t.
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By Tuesday, Frank had learned something he did not want to admit. Caleb’s body knew football better than Caleb seemed to let on.
At practice, Frank expected to fake his way through with old knowledge and muscle memory from decades ago. But Caleb’s body carried its own intelligence. The steps were there. The balance. The footwork. The timing of contact. Frank’s older mind supplied patience and field sense. Caleb’s body supplied force and acceleration. All combined, they were terrifying.
The first time Frank hit the blocking sled, the clean power of it almost made him laugh. No knee pain. No belly in the way. No breathless hitch at the end. Just drive, impact, movement. It was exhilarating.
Coach Ramirez barked, “Where the hell has that been all season?”
A teammate yelled, “Caleb finally woke up!”
Frank grinned before he could stop himself.
That night across town, Caleb sat in Frank’s recliner watching practice footage Frank sent him. His father’s body filled the chair too naturally, stomach pressing under the polo he had found in the closet. He scratched at the goatee and hated himself for already getting used to the motion.
On the screen, Caleb’s body moved across the field. At first he watched with disgust. Frank was inside him. Wearing him. Using his lungs, his legs, his face - probably even his dick - though he paused at the thought. Every snap felt like theft.
Then Caleb noticed how good he looked. Not mirror good. Not shirtless selfie good. Not the private satisfaction of seeing muscle under bathroom lighting. He looked good in motion. Powerful. Dangerous. Built for a purpose.
Frank moved with an older player’s patience. He wasted fewer steps. He waited for blocks to form. He used Caleb’s strength like it was precious because he understood exactly how temporary strength could be. Caleb watched the same clip four times. Then he threw the phone onto the couch.
“Asshole,” he muttered under his breath, though he was no longer sure which of them he meant.
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Wednesday was when Frank broke the rules, less than 72 hours after their swap. It started with Wes Harlan. Wes was twenty-three, a back-up quarterback, broad and fast, another player on the team who carried himself like he had never apologized for taking up space. He and Caleb had always had something between them that neither had named directly. Too much eye contact. Too much locker-room shoving that lingered half a second too long. One night after a party months earlier, Wes had almost kissed Caleb outside the apartment stairwell. Or Caleb had almost kissed Wes. Caleb had never decided which version scared him more.
Frank did not know that history - Frank did not know his son was bi - it wasn’t something Caleb even successfully put words to yet. He only knew the way Wes looked at him across the weight room after evening lift made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years - and never for a man in his own body.
“You’ve been weird this week,” Wes said.
Frank sat on a bench, towel around his neck, Caleb’s arms pumped and heavy from lifting, sweat cooling under his cut-off shirt. The body was roaring with exertion, hormones, and hunger. It wanted food, sleep, movement, attention, contact. It wanted everything now - fast, unapologetically.
“Weird how?” Frank asked.
“Less annoying, maybe? More mature? I can’t put my finger on it exactly - but I like it.”
Frank laughed, and because it was Caleb’s laugh, Wes smiled. That should have warned him. Instead, Frank felt twenty-two in a way football had not given him. Football made youth feel like memory restored. Wes made it feel like a present-tense invitation.
They walked back toward Caleb’s apartment after dark. Frank told himself he was keeping Caleb’s routines normal. Then he told himself a conversation wasn’t a betrayal. Then he told himself Caleb’s young body was responding before he could think.
At the apartment door, Wes stopped. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t know what’s going on between us?” he asked.
Frank should have stepped back. He should have said Caleb wasn’t himself this week. He should have gone inside, locked the door, and just masturbated while thinking about the way Wes's shirt clung to his pecs, or the way he smelt after the workout, how the left side of his mouth lifted slightly when he smiled at Frank. Instead, he kissed Wes.
The rest of the night became something Frank would later remember with a mix of longing and shame. It was not only desire. That would have been easier to excuse. It was being wanted. Being chosen. Being touched as if he were still at the beginning of life instead of somewhere past the middle, alone in a quiet house with bad knees, a huge belly, and old photographs of glory that was gone before it even really started.
For a while, Frank let himself disappear into Caleb’s youth. The two men kissed their way through the apartment moving to the bedroom - bodies pumped and swollen from working out - brains clouded by testosterone and yearning. Before long their clothes were in a pile at the foot of the bed and the two football players were wrapped in a pile of sweat and sheets.
Afterward, while Wes slept beside him - Caleb's load still leaking out of his asshole - Frank lay awake in Caleb’s bed staring at the ceiling. The young body felt calm now. Frank did not.
By morning, the guilt had sharpened into something he could not swallow. Wes kissed his shoulder and murmured, “Took you long enough.”
Frank closed his eyes. He had not only taken Caleb’s strength or his Saturday or his name. He had taken a memory that Wes believed belonged to Caleb.
---
Caleb found out Thursday afternoon.
Wes texted Caleb’s phone while it was mirrored to the tablet Caleb had been using at Frank’s house.
Last night was worth the wait.
For a moment, Caleb did not understand. Then like a crack of thunder he did.
Frank’s older body flushed hot from chest to scalp. His hand curled around the edge of the kitchen counter. His stomach pressed against the cabinet as he leaned forward, suddenly aware of every inch of the body he had been trapped inside while Frank used his.
He called. Frank answered on the second ring. “What did you do?” Caleb asked.
Silence.
“What did you do, you asshole?!”
“Caleb—”
“You hooked up with Wes!?”
Frank said nothing.
Caleb’s voice shook. “You used my body to fuck someone I know!?”
“It was a mistake..." Frank spit out.
“A mistake is missing class. A mistake is eating something I wouldn’t eat. You fucked around with someone who thought you were me!”
“I know. I didn’t mean to. Your body - it’s just so young and full of energy and need! One thing led to another before I could stop…”
“No, you don’t.” Caleb pressed one hand hard against Frank’s stomach, as if he could hold himself in place. “You don’t get to borrow my body and make memories with it. I like Wes, Dad! Now I’ll never get to experience a first night with him or even the anticipation of whether it would happen!”
Frank breathed unsteadily into the phone, unsure how to respond.
“He’s going to look at me after this,” Caleb said, “and remember you.”
That landed hard. Frank sat down on Caleb’s bed, surrounded by Caleb’s clothes, Caleb’s books, Caleb’s whole unfinished life.
“I told myself it was the body,” Frank said quietly.
Caleb laughed once. “The hormones didn’t make you fuck Wes. You just want to be me. I trusted you because you’re my Dad.”
That hurt worse than anger. Frank covered his face with Caleb’s hand.
“I’m sorry.”
Caleb almost hung up.
Instead, he took a deep breath and said, “You still have to play Saturday.”
Frank went still. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Caleb, after what I did I’m not sure I can do—”
“You think I want you in my body one more second than necessary?” Caleb snapped. “You think I want to be in your fat, washed up, stubby-dicked body?! You think I want you running onto that field wearing my name like all the work I put into it belong to you? But if you disappear now, I’m benched - and maybe stuck in your body for life. Coaches ask questions. Scouts ask questions. My season gets wrecked because you couldn’t control your dick - MY dick.”
Frank had no answer.
“So you are going to play,” Caleb said. “You are going to play the best game you can. And when the whistle blows, you are giving me my body back.”
Frank swallowed. “And after that?”
Caleb paused. He was so angry he never wanted to see his father again. But as Caleb looked around at Frank’s lonely kitchen. The single coffee mug. The mail. The old photos. The empty chair across the table. “I don’t know,” was all he could say.
---
On Friday night, still riddled with guilt, Frank came home. He parked Caleb’s truck in the driveway after sunset and stood beside it for a moment, Caleb’s big young body outlined in the porch light. He looked up at his house as if he somehow needed permission to enter.
Caleb opened the door before he knocked. They stared at each other. Frank looked exhausted in Caleb’s face. Caleb knew he probably looked worse in Frank’s.
They ended up in the garage, where the ring sat on the workbench between them. Frank picked it up but did not put it on.
“I thought I missed football,” he said. “Then I thought I missed being young.”
Caleb leaned against the washer, arms crossed over Frank’s round stomach. He hated how defensive the posture looked in his father’s body. “And?”
Frank looked at him. “Being 50, out of shape, divorced … it’s hard son" Frank said as he could feel tears well behind his eyes. "People stop looking at you with desire. They start seeing you as a washed up old man. I missed being looked at like I mattered.”
Caleb’s anger shifted but did not vanish. Having spent a week in his dad’s body he was starting to understand. “You matter to me, Dad” he said. “You just make it really hard sometimes to remember that.”
Frank nodded once. “I know, son.”
Caleb looked at the ring. “What happens if the whistle blows and this doesn’t reverse?” Frank could see youthful anxiety swelling behind his former older eyes. “Do we just live permanently as each other?”
Frank’s mouth tightened beneath Caleb’s beard. “Then I spend the rest of your life trying to fix it.”
Caleb nodded in understanding. “That’s what scares me…”
---
Saturday afternoon came bright and cold - the perfect day for college football. Caleb sat in the stands early, before sunset, wearing Frank’s jeans, Frank’s jacket, and Frank’s body. The seat felt too narrow. His belly pressed forward when he sat, and he kept tugging the jacket down over it. The goatee itched in the wind. Twice he reached up toward the receding hairline before forcing his hand down.
No one paid much attention to Frank Delaney though. Everyone watched Caleb. Frank wore Caleb’s uniform like he had been born in it. The helmet hid enough that Caleb could almost pretend he was watching himself on film, but then Frank moved and the illusion broke. Caleb knew his own body too well. The set of the shoulders. The bounce in the legs. The roll of the neck before the first snap.
The game started hard. For the first quarter, Frank played carefully. Too carefully. Caleb saw the restraint from the stands. Then a defender hit him late after a whistle. Caleb’s body got up slowly. Frank turned his helmet toward the other player.
Even from the stands, Caleb felt the change. The next series, Frank stopped playing not to lose. He played like a man who knew his time was running out.
He waited for blocks. He read pressure. He took hits and rose from them with Caleb’s young resilience and Frank’s old fury. He used strength with gratitude. He used speed like a gift he had been granted for one final evening. By halftime, the crowd had started chanting Caleb’s name.
By the fourth quarter, they were screaming it. Caleb leaned forward over Frank’s stomach, elbows on knees, heart pounding in Frank’s chest. For stretches of time, he forgot to be angry. He watched his own body change the game and felt something inside him break open.
He had lived inside that body for twenty-two years. He had trained it, fed it, fucked with it, judged it, flexed it, resented it, relied on it. But he had never really seen it.
Late in the fourth, down by four, Frank took the field for the final drive. The ring, hanging on a chain under Caleb’s shirt, began to warm against Frank’s older chest.
Frank converted once. Then again. With less than a minute left, he took the snap, broke right, absorbed a hit that made Caleb rise to his feet with the entire stadium, and somehow stayed on his feet. He drove through the last defender at the goal line and fell into the end zone.
The stadium erupted. Caleb stood frozen while thousands of people cheered his name for something he had not done and somehow finally understood.
On the field, teammates swarmed Frank in Caleb’s body. Coaches grabbed his helmet. Hands slapped his back. Wes was there too, shouting, smiling, looking at Caleb’s face with a history.
Frank looked up into the stands. Through all those faces, he found Caleb. The ring burned against his chest. The two made eye contact.
Caleb left the stands, pushed through the crowd, down the stadium steps, and into the concrete tunnel. Security barely questioned him when he said he was Caleb’s father. That hurt in a way he filed away for later.
He found Frank in the tunnel, helmet in one hand, Caleb’s hair damp with sweat, black eye paint smudged beneath his eyes.
For a moment they only looked at each other.
Caleb started first, "You were amazing out there! I didn't know my body could do what you did with it tonight, Dad." Then Caleb held out the ring. “It’s yours,” he said, "it was always yours."
The ring glowed between them. Caleb took one side. Frank held the other. The stadium noise faded.
“I was afraid of becoming you,” Caleb said.
Frank closed his eyes. Caleb forced himself on. “Not because you’re fifty. Not because of the hair or the belly. Because you seemed stuck. Angry. Alone. Like everything good had already happened to you.” He touched the goatee once, then dropped his hand. “I thought your body was proof that life beat you.”
Frank opened his eyes.
Caleb swallowed. “I was cruel because I was scared.”
The ring grew hotter.
Frank nodded slowly. “I wanted your body,” he said.
Caleb’s jaw tightened. Frank did not look away. “I wanted your strength. Your future. The way people looked at you. The way nothing hurt. I told myself I was protecting your season, and sometimes I was. But sometimes I was just taking what wasn’t mine.”
The ring pulsed. “And Wes?” Caleb asked.
Frank’s face twisted with shame. “That was wrong,” he said. “Not because of the hormones. Not because of the magic. Because I chose to be wanted as you instead of stopping.”
Caleb held the ring harder. “Give it back.”
Frank nodded in agreement and the world snapped. Caleb returned to himself like a collision. Strength flooded him first, then soreness, then breath. His chest, his arms, his legs, his face — all of it rushed back into place. His stomach flattened into familiar athletic solidity. His beard darkened and shortened. Frank's clothes hung off his younger body.
Across from him, Frank staggered. Age settled over him heavily. His shoulders softened inside his pads. His stomach rounded forward, pressing against the fabric. Lines cut back into his forehead and around his eyes. The salt-and-pepper goatee returned. His hair retreated from the front, and the bald spot opened again at the crown.
Frank exhaled sharply and put one hand on his knee. For one terrible second, Caleb saw loss move across his father’s face. Then Frank looked up. Not at Caleb’s body. At Caleb.
“You okay?” Frank asked.
Caleb almost laughed. He was bruised, furious, exhausted, confused, and back inside a body he understood less than he had a week ago.
“No,” he said. “But I’m me.”
Frank nodded. “That’s good, son.”
---
Two days later, practice felt different. His body ached from the game, but it was a clean ache. Earned. Temporary. He ran harder than he had in months. He listened more. He wasted fewer steps. When Coach Ramirez barked corrections, Caleb did not smirk or shrug them off.
Beyond the fence, Frank watched with both hands wrapped around a paper coffee cup. The wind lifted the thinning hair at the front of his scalp. His jacket sat open over a flannel shirt, and beneath it his round stomach pressed against his belt. His salt-and-pepper goatee caught the afternoon light. His knee hurt. His back hurt. He was fifty years old, divorced, heavier than he wanted to be, and standing outside a life he had almost convinced himself he deserved to keep.
Caleb glanced over after a drill. For a second, Frank felt the old ache rise in him. Not his knee. The other one. The impossible wish. Then Caleb nodded. Not like a boy asking for approval from his father. Like a man recognizing the person who had helped him get there, even badly, even painfully, through damage neither of them knew how to repair yet.
Frank nodded back. He still missed being in Caleb’s younger body as an echo of his own lost youth - of course he did. But for the first time in years, watching Caleb run did not feel like watching life leave him behind. It felt like watching something he had helped send forward.
If you were here, I wouldn’t have to take care of this myself. You have a mouth and a hole both perfect to be talking me, but none are here wrapped around me right now.
Because aside from the fact that no one asked you out to any group vacation, your father is also not necessarily working during the summer since he's a principal in your former high school. Yes he still planned some admin stuff, joining development programs, interviewing people or might be attending some conference or meetings with city council, the district superintendent and whatnot, but summer is pretty chill too for a principal of a small high school like him. That leaves him with ample time to arrange his schedule favorably, he just never expected you to slip into him during his sleep and hijacked his summer.
You strategically slipped into him right before his first one-week paid vacation. Yes you still have to juggle his upcoming schedule, but he took another week-long break in the next 2 weeks so it's just a matter of utilizing the time you have. Besides, the conference he needed to attend this following week is still practically a vacation for you as you planned to use it as a way to find new, random hookups that you might never even encounter again. You never have sex before this or even flirt with others, but you're pretty sure a groan of complain about your shirt being too tight and a wink later, you can get anyone, men or women, on their knees begging to have a taste of your body.
But that's for later, as for now, you just finished interviewing that hot metropolitan twink that might be a tad too desperate for a job, he'll swing by tomorrow morning to convince you why your school should hire him to become an additional history teacher. If only he can be there today lathering your hairy, muscular form with the tanning oil you just bought.......ah well, not like you cannot enjoy time with your self.
Adam woke up in bed and looked around to try to get a sense of his surroundings. It was a crazy night last night at the bar. Adam noticed he was still naked from the fucking he got from that hot guy at the bar. He did go back to his place, where the man fucked Adam so hard and rough he thought he might end up pregnant from it. But Adam was loving every second of it.
Now awake, Adam was looking for his clothes, but he could only find his sexy blue underwear. As Adam looked around, he could not help but notice how nice the house was. Looking out the window, he recognized he was up in the hills with all the large mansion-style homes. The hot guy from last night must have done a great job.
Adam made his way to the kitchen, where he saw the man from last night. He was taller than Adam and had a solid build, which was visible from the tee shirt and mesh shorts he was wearing. He was cooking a post fuck breakfast and when he saw Adam a smile crept up on his face. He went over and gave Adam a kiss on his beard face.
Adam was a little surprised about the breakfast but he was hungry so he wanted to eat. Adam normally was just a fuck and leave guy but now this guy is different. Adam asked the man about his clothes. Randy the man's name said that Adam had taken off half of his clothes all over the house. Adama smiled and remembered last night it was true. he's pretty sure his pants are in the garage. Randy offered him a plate. Adam took it and sat down on the breakfast stool at the large kitchen island.
Randy Smilling said he actually preferred Adam wearing just that. Adam smiled back at that comment and he got lost in Randy's eyes they were so blue and pretty.
As the two finished the meal Randy asked if he wanted to go round two. Soon the two were humping on the kitchen counter. Adam just loved how big Randy's dick was it was perfect. But Randy would always whisper into Adam's ear. It was nothing bad but sex talk.
Randy was whispering that his dick was the best that Adam ever had, Adam loves being fucked, Adam falls in love with Randy, and wants to be with him. Adam thought that it was off but he was with each thrust that was slowly becoming true. Randy was like no other man Adam had ever been with.
The two started dating regularly. Randy always made the plans and was willing to fuck Adam. Adam the more he was with Randy the more he fell in love. He would agree with Randy on most things like how to look and when they fucked. Soon the couple was set to be married.
Some time later on the eve of the wedding Randy was nervous and at home had Adam come with him to the bedroom. He had to tell Adam something big.
Adam was not sure what to think when he heard that Randy had been hypnotizing him since the day they met. Nothing crazy Randy said but little things and small tweaks to change Adam's behavior. One is how Adam loves being fucked, and how his dream man slowly became Randy. But some changes were small like Adam learning how to cook, cleaning up more around the house, and wearing jockstraps. These are things that Adam did not notice, but now he has mentioned that he noticed a lot of changes. All were to turn him into a perfect lover for Randy. How his time at the gym now was building muscles that Randy liked such as his ass, and chest. How Adam keeps his hairy chest and abs.
Adam was not sure how to handle all of this. How does his love make him think that. Did he even love or like Randy? Randy was so upset and was begging for forgiveness. He said not to worry and that everything could be ok again. Adam wanted to believe Randy so with a smile went in to hug Randy.
Adam still would after the wedding be a dutiful house husband to Randy. He would always make sure his man was well feed and their house was clean. He also would always make sure his hole was ready for his man's dick. He knows now he can easy be hypnotized with suggestions from his husband at any time but for some reason, Adam finds it to be so hot. He loves being his husband's slut.
Jensen no encontraba sus calcetines de la suerte para su partido de fútbol de mañana, entonces salió de su cuarto para ir a preguntarle a su papá si los había lavado o algo así.
La sorpresa de Jensen fue encontrar a su papá sentado en el sofá sin camisa y viendo porno gay en el televisor.
Jensen al presenciar esa escena supo al instante que quién estaba sentado no era su padre, en cambio, se trataba de su amigo Sergio quién había poseído el cuerpo de su papá.
Ya era el colmo, hace unas semanas Sergio poseyó el cuerpo del padre de Jensen como un favor para presentarse a una reunión con el director por sus bajas calificaciones y evitar ser castigado, pero desde ese entonces Sergio de manera frecuente no ha dejado de apoderarse del cuerpo de su papá.
Con una cara de disgusto y enojo Jensen grito el nombre de Sergio y al instante vio como su padre respondió volteando la cabeza hacia el y mirar.
Sergio con una expresión de satisfacción le sonrió a Jensen y lo saludó diciendo hola con la voz del señor Georgios.
Jensen molestó le dijo a Sergio que ya no podía seguir poseyendo el cuerpo de su papá, que su interés de pertenecer dentro de el ya debe acabar porque se está volviendo cada vez más raro verlo hacer ese tipo de cosas.
Sergio soltó un suspiro seguido con una cara de tristeza, y le dijo que está sería la última vez que usaría su poder en su padre.
Jensen pensó que la situación había finalmente acabado pero ahí fue cuando su amigo le explicó que antes de soltar este cuerpo debía hacer un último asunto pendiente que ya tenía preparado, al parecer Sergio invitó a un jovencito extranjero a venir a la casa para tener una última noche de diversión. Por lo que estaba esperando para pedirle el favor a Jensen que saliera de la casa por unas horas para que los ruidos no lo molestaron.
Lo que acababa de decir Sergio con la voz de su padre no lo podía creer Jensen y aunque tenía ganas de volverle a gritar que no hiciera esa estupidez, al final aprobó la idea si eso significaba que las repentinas posesiones ya acabarían de una vez por todas. Entonces ya sin otra opción salió de la casa para dejar a su padre a solas con su cita y su papá le dijo a su hijo que se cuidara que luego se volverían a ver.
*Colega, ¿por cuánto más tiempo seguirás dentro del señor Eric Coco?
-El tiempo que sea necesario, no se porque me andas preguntando sobre eso ahora.
*Es que ya han pasado varias semanas y tú familia sigue intentando de localizarte, ya hasta algunas personas creen que has muerto.
-A mi no me importa nada de eso, siempre han fingido quererme, pero todo era mentira y tú lo sabes. Además no te veía quejándote cuando el amable señor Eric te invito a tí a unas vacaciones en la playa con el permiso de tus padres.
-Lo se y agradezco todo lo que has hecho por mí, pero de verdad siento lastima al ver como tú familia llora tu perdida.
*Puras estupideces, esas lágrimas solo son un señuelo para el resto del mundo, se notaba que ya me querían lejos de su casa y de sus vidas.
*Ahora sí me disculpas, tengo que ir a darme una ducha.
-De acuerdo colega, perdón por molestarte con el tema, soy un idiota que olvida fácilmente lo que tú familia nos ha hecho a ambos.
*Me alegra ver qué has comprendido la situación, ahora sí quieres que se me quite el enojo, ven a acompañarme a la ducha, consiente a tu macho.
-Voy cariño, me gusta cuando tomas el control de la situación con ese cuerpo tan maduro y varonil.
(Después de eso la vida fue mucho más fácil y sencilla para el señor Eric)
Mi novio Jordan y yo andábamos entrenando en el gym, cuando vimos a este atractivo hombre levantando pesas.
Le hice una seña discreta a Jordan y el entendió rápidamente lo que quería.
Nos separamos 15 minutos y luego ví como el hombre de antes estaba casi frente mío pero con una mirada más amigable que la anterior y me sonrió muy bonito.
Jordan logró poseer el cuerpo del hombre y para compartir su felicidad empezó a realizar poses delante mío. Mi novio sabe como ponerme caliente con los cuerpos que consigue.
Luego de un rato de estar hipnotizado viendo sus músculos, ya era momento del plato principal, mi novio ya lo sabía muy bien y se fue rápido caminando al baño con mucha emoción. Yo lo seguí por detrás hasta estar dentro del baño.
Entramos y dentro de uno de los inodoros de hasta fondo pude ver cómo sacó una verga negra de más de 20 centímetros y con mucho grosor. Me emocioné y asusté un poco por como se iba a sentir ese gigante monstruo dentro de mi culo.
La experiencia fue como me imagine, fue demasiado para mí, no aguanté el dolor de la verga de mi novio en mi trasero, aparte que Jordan exagero mucho conmigo está vez. Salí del baño adolorido y apenado, luego salió Jordan con una risa burlona por como me veía caminando fuera del baño.
Pero la diversión no acaba aquí, Jordan decidió quedarse más tiempo dentro de ese cuerpo y nos fuimos así a nuestro hogar.
Se que no aguanté la ocasión pasada, pero quiero volver a repetir el sexo toda la noche, mi novio es bien salvaje en el sexo y con ese cuerpo me va a dar la mejor experiencia de mi vida.
Han pasado los años y Vallaryon se había convertido en un anciano, extrañaba sus días de gloria de juventud ya que ahora no tiene la condición y energías que tenía en su pasado.
Sorprendentemente Vallaryon es un hombre lobo y siempre se encontraba con su manada y tiene una vida feliz con su esposo.
Un día, Vallaryon tomó una decisión, quería hacer el ritual de transferencia de cuerpo, en este consistía que debía transferir todo su ser dentro de un candidato genético familiar para continuar con una nueva vida.
Sin embargo, Vallaryon nunca tuvo descendientes, no tenía hijos en este mundo, aparte que lleva más de 680 años vivo y perdió el contacto con el resto de su familia.
Vallaryon no tuvo otra alternativa, tuvo que investigar en el árbol genealógico familiar a un miembro actual de la familia digno para hacer el ritual.
Después de semanas de búsqueda, Vallaryon encontró a Jens de Fríes, era el único familiar que tenia en la actualidad que restaba, el es uno de los descendientes de su antigua hermana.
Jens era el único familiar que quedaba, porque todos los demás tristemente sufrieron una tragedia en un viaje de tren familiar, con suerte la fuerza de voluntad de voluntad de Jens le permitió sobrevivir y decidió volverse un hombre fuerte para poder sobrevivir el solo.
Jens era el candidato ideal, un heredero perfecto porque aparte de ser fuerte, tenía el característico excesivo vello corporal de la familia. Y para los hombres lobos es necesario tener mucho vello corporal para mostrar su hombría ante su manada.
Entonces Vallaryon fue a visitar a Jens, se presentó con Jens como un tío lejano perdido y que quería establecer contacto con el resto de su familia.
Por supuesto que Jens estaba muy contento en conocerte a su tío lejano Vallaryon, el extrañaba a tener en su lado a un familiar desde el accidente, tanta fuerza su gratitud que lo invitó a quedarse a dormir.
Ya en la noche mientras Jens dormía, Vallaryon entró a su habitación y empezó a esparcir orégano sobre la cama de su sobrino, hizo un círculo de sal alrededor de él y prendió unas velas con olor a piña de pino en la habitación, Vallaryon abrió las cortinas de la habitación para dejar entrar la luz de la luna y se empezó a transformar en su forma de hombre lobo.
Con todo eso en listo, Vallaryon empezó el ritual, inició aullando una canción ancestral del pasado y al terminar su espíritu de hombre lobo empezó a salir de su cuerpo dejando su forma humana como un cascarón vacío que se cayó en el piso, la alma del animal estaba volando alrededor de la habitación hasta que aterrizó dentro del cuerpo de Jens.
Jens quedó inmóvil su cuerpo dormía tranquilamente aun con la presencia del espiritu dentro de él. De manera repentina Jens soltó un aullido potente que apago las velas y retiro con la brisa el orégano y sal de la habitación.
Jens abrió los ojos.
Jens de Fríes se despertó y se puso de rodillas sobre la cama con una cara fría y sería.
El verdadero Jens ya no existía, su alma fue consumida por el espíritu del hombre lobo con la consciencia de Vallaryon.
El nuevo Jens observó como debajo de la cama se encontraba el cascarón vacío de su antiguo él. Por lo que lo llevó al jardín trasero y lo enterró para así ofrecer su carne como composta para la naturaleza.
Vallaryon fue en busca del espejo más grande del hogar para poder dar un mejor vistazo de su nuevo cuerpo como hombre lobo.
Todo se sentía tan bien, la juventud, las energías, la fuerza, los músculos, etcétera, todo se sentía increíble. Vallaryon estaba más que satisfecho por poder comenzar de nuevo su vida con el legado familiar.
Vallaryon se vistió un poco más y fue rumbo a la casa donde se encontraba su manada.
A llegar se encontró primero con su esposo que lo estaba esperando con emoción para poder ver el nuevo cambio de su prometido.
Después de una pequeña introducción a su nueva identidad como Jens, la pareja casada de hombres lobos empezó a besarse apasionadamente, el beso era como siempre lo hacían, parecía que nada había cambiado, su amor es infinito por toda la eternidad.
Han pasado los años y Vallaryon se había convertido en un anciano, extrañaba sus días de gloria de juventud ya que ahora no tiene la condición y energías que tenía en su pasado.
Sorprendentemente Vallaryon es un hombre lobo y siempre se encontraba con su manada y tiene una vida feliz con su esposo.
Un día, Vallaryon tomó una decisión, quería hacer el ritual de transferencia de cuerpo, en este consistía que debía transferir todo su ser dentro de un candidato genético familiar para continuar con una nueva vida.
Sin embargo, Vallaryon nunca tuvo descendientes, no tenía hijos en este mundo, aparte que lleva más de 680 años vivo y perdió el contacto con el resto de su familia.
Vallaryon no tuvo otra alternativa, tuvo que investigar en el árbol genealógico familiar a un miembro actual de la familia digno para hacer el ritual.
Después de semanas de búsqueda, Vallaryon encontró a Jens de Fríes, era el único familiar que tenia en la actualidad que restaba, el es uno de los descendientes de su antigua hermana.
Jens era el único familiar que quedaba, porque todos los demás tristemente sufrieron una tragedia en un viaje de tren familiar, con suerte la fuerza de voluntad de voluntad de Jens le permitió sobrevivir y decidió volverse un hombre fuerte para poder sobrevivir el solo.
Jens era el candidato ideal, un heredero perfecto porque aparte de ser fuerte, tenía el característico excesivo vello corporal de la familia. Y para los hombres lobos es necesario tener mucho vello corporal para mostrar su hombría ante su manada.
Entonces Vallaryon fue a visitar a Jens, se presentó con Jens como un tío lejano perdido y que quería establecer contacto con el resto de su familia.
Por supuesto que Jens estaba muy contento en conocerte a su tío lejano Vallaryon, el extrañaba a tener en su lado a un familiar desde el accidente, tanta fuerza su gratitud que lo invitó a quedarse a dormir.
Ya en la noche mientras Jens dormía, Vallaryon entró a su habitación y empezó a esparcir orégano sobre la cama de su sobrino, hizo un círculo de sal alrededor de él y prendió unas velas con olor a piña de pino en la habitación, Vallaryon abrió las cortinas de la habitación para dejar entrar la luz de la luna y se empezó a transformar en su forma de hombre lobo.
Con todo eso en listo, Vallaryon empezó el ritual, inició aullando una canción ancestral del pasado y al terminar su espíritu de hombre lobo empezó a salir de su cuerpo dejando su forma humana como un cascarón vacío que se cayó en el piso, la alma del animal estaba volando alrededor de la habitación hasta que aterrizó dentro del cuerpo de Jens.
Jens quedó inmóvil su cuerpo dormía tranquilamente aun con la presencia del espiritu dentro de él. De manera repentina Jens soltó un aullido potente que apago las velas y retiro con la brisa el orégano y sal de la habitación.
Jens abrió los ojos.
Jens de Fríes se despertó y se puso de rodillas sobre la cama con una cara fría y sería.
El verdadero Jens ya no existía, su alma fue consumida por el espíritu del hombre lobo con la consciencia de Vallaryon.
El nuevo Jens observó como debajo de la cama se encontraba el cascarón vacío de su antiguo él. Por lo que lo llevó al jardín trasero y lo enterró para así ofrecer su carne como composta para la naturaleza.
Vallaryon fue en busca del espejo más grande del hogar para poder dar un mejor vistazo de su nuevo cuerpo como hombre lobo.
Todo se sentía tan bien, la juventud, las energías, la fuerza, los músculos, etcétera, todo se sentía increíble. Vallaryon estaba más que satisfecho por poder comenzar de nuevo su vida con el legado familiar.
Vallaryon se vistió un poco más y fue rumbo a la casa donde se encontraba su manada.
A llegar se encontró primero con su esposo que lo estaba esperando con emoción para poder ver el nuevo cambio de su prometido.
Después de una pequeña introducción a su nueva identidad como Jens, la pareja casada de hombres lobos empezó a besarse apasionadamente, el beso era como siempre lo hacían, parecía que nada había cambiado, su amor es infinito por toda la eternidad.
Lo logré, espere a que todos estuvieran dormidos después de la cena navideña para apoderarme del cuerpo del hermano de mi padrastro. Mi tío Kaedin Kane.
En su comida le agregué un poco de salsa especial que lo convirtió en un traje temporalmente en la madrugada y aproveché para deslizarme dentro de él.
Ya todos están despertando, creo que es hora de saludar a mi hermano y mostrarle la carta de escape de su hijastro.
Después de que cinco muñecos demoníacos llamados Chucky estuvieran libres, todos decidieron esparcirse en un pueblo que vieron a lo cerca llamado Alvaroy.
Uno de los Chucky era conocido por ser de los más traviesos y juguetones del grupo. Su plan original era apoderarse del cuerpo de un niño para así poder pasar desapercibido y evitar ser sospechoso en los asesinatos que haga a futuro.
El muñeco demoniaco camino hasta llegar a la casa de una residencia donde vió a un niño pequeño ideal para su plan, por lo que Chucky entró a la casa para infiltrarse, solo que al entrar el muñeco vio por primera vez al padre de familia Mat Trammel, un señor de 42 años.
Chucky observó de manera más detenida al señor y se impactó al ver como el hombre aunque estaba algo mayor, era una máquina gigante de fuerza. Entonces Chucky realizó un cambio de estrategias, un hombre grande y fuerte le puede ser más útil a la hora de asesinar.
Por lo que al tener ya decidida su nueva estrategia Chucky solo le quedaba restar hasta que se hiciera más de noche, la espera fue más larga de lo que pensaba, Matt tenía como rutina tocar por una hora el piano para así con su música poder hacer dormir a su hijo. La música era relajante y armoniosa, era tan tranquila que casi Chucky se quedaba dormido.
La espera era cada vez más larga, porque para colmo el hombre después de tocar y que el resto de su familia se quedará dormida, Matt leía un libro nocturno antes de irse a dormir, Chucky ya estaba desesperado y pensaba como un hombre tan grande puede ser un viejo aburrido.
La paciencia de Chucky estaba al límite, por fortuna Matt parecía haber terminado su libro y fue a la cocina para tomarse una bebida antes de dormir. La gran espera hizo que Chucky deseara mucho más ese cuerpo porque quería saber cómo se sentirá convertirse en un hombre fuerte y gigante.
Matt estaba a punto de probar su bebida pero cuando olió la botella al instante se desmayó en el piso con un sonido no tan fuerte.
Chucky fue a comprobar si nadie más de la casa se había despertado tras ligero estruendo, lo bueno es que parecía que nadie se había despertado. El plan de Chucky fue un éxito, mientras el aburrido Matt leía su absurdo libro, Chucky no perdió el tiempo y se puso a preparar en la cocina unos líquidos combinados capaces de neutralizar a cualquiera individuo con solo respirarlo.
Ya con el escenario perfecto y con Matt tirado en el suelo, Chucky colocó la palma de su mano sobre la frente del señor Trammel, acto seguido inicio a cantar en voz alta el hechizo para transferir su alma dentro del cuerpo de Matt, mientras Chucky hablaba, una fuerte ráfaga de aire empezó a entrar a través de las ventanas de la cocina y unos pequeños truenos invadieron los alrededores del vecindario.
Chucky estaba ya recitando la última palabra del encantamiento cuando un rayo gigante cayó en el patio de la casa y tras eso solo hubo silencio...
El muñeco de Chucky ya se encontraba tirado en el piso sin moverse y el señor Matt se levantó lentamente hasta quedarse parado con la cabeza viendo hacia abajo y las manos dentro de los bolsillos del pantalón. La transferencia de posesión fue un éxito.
Chucky ahora siendo Matt Trammel camino lento hacia el baño para reincorporarse al peso y forma de su nuevo cuerpo. Chucky entró al baño principal y empezó a verse en el espejo, todo lo hacía con una cara de seriedad y calma, pero con una pizca de asombro por los grandes pectorales y abdominales que ahora poseía.
Pero esa seriedad no duró mucho, recuerden que este Chucky era uno más juguetón y travieso, entonces Chucky ya no soporto fingir ser más serio y como una broma escupió la pasta dental encima del espejo y marcó con sus dedos un corazón grande para solo reírse por lo que hizo. Para Chucky era muy cómico ver como un hombre maduro y con aspecto muy varonil actúe como un niño pequeño y bobo.
Pasó un día y Chucky quería probar las capacidades y habilidades de su nuevo cuerpo y cuál otro lugar perfecto para hacer todo eso que el gimnasio, entonces Chucky condujo el autobús familiar de Matt hasta el gym más cercano del lugar.
Chucky actuaba como un niño pequeño dentro del cuerpo del señor Matt, al solo momento de observar que el gimnasio estaba completamente vacío, Chucky se alegró mucho que el lugar fuera solo para él que empezó a correr como un infantil alrededor de todo el sitio con gritos de alegría.
Chucky vio que no era necesario cubrir su cuerpo con tanta ropa porque nadie lo iba a ver, entonces se retiró la playera sin mangas de su cuerpo e inicio a probar todas las máquinas de gimnasio. El gimnasio era su patio de juegos y diversión.
Al concluir con una rutina de varios ejercicios distintos, Chucky fue a los vestidores del local para solo gritar de la emoción mientras flexionaba y hacia poses con su poderoso cuerpo de papá.
La emoción de Chucky era demasiado intensa, ahora el poseía el cuerpo de un hombre maravilloso y gracias a Matt el podría jugar con todos los habitantes del pueblo para su diversión maniática.
Sorpresivamente después de tantas locuras y actuar como un niño infantil, Chucky cambió en un momento a otro su expresión con una mirada más asesina, su cara era para que te diera miedo. El papá juguetón ya parecía un señor peligroso con solo mirarlo.
Esto se debía porque Chucky sabía que para poder tener la privacidad de poder cometer sus asesinatos necesitaba la casa sola para el mismo, entonces debía matar a toda la familia de Matt.
Lo que Chucky no se esperaba es que al regresar a su hogar y preguntar con voz alta y autoritaria los nombres de su esposa e hijo, nadie contestaba a su llamado, Chucky pensó que capaz todos seguian dormidos, entonces fue a la cocina para agarrar un cuchillo para así matarlos a todos mientras dormían.
Con el cuchillo a la mano Chucky subía la escaleras de manera silenciosa y con una aura tenebrosa abrió la puerta de la recamara de la esposa de Matt.
Pero el verdadero impacto fue que en lugar de encontrarse a una mujer estaba un oficial de policía esperándolo con un arma dentro del cuarto.
Chucky no sabía lo que estaba pasando.
El hombre policial dijo que Matt Trammel está bajo arresto tras acusaciones de su esposa declarando que un muñeco asesino se había apoderado del cuerpo de su esposo. Chucky solo dijo "mierda", pensando que se confío y lo más seguro es que esa mujer asquerosa si estaba despierta y vio todo en la noche del ritual.
El policía le dijo a Matt que se pusiera de rodillas con las manos atrás en la espalda, Chucky sabía que estaba en aprietos pero en un acto tonto para salvarse se aventó con el cuchillo sobre el oficial de policia para intentar matarlo, pero el policía era más astuto porque le dió a Matt un potente rodillazo en su abdomen y le disparo en su hombre izquierdo para neutralizarlo. Chucky como Matt solo se desmayo después de eso.
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Pasaron horas y Chucky se despertó aún dentro del cuerpo de Matt en una habitación que parecía una sala de interrogatorio de esas de las series de televisión, Chucky planeaba suicidarse ahí dentro porque no quería pasar el resto de su vida dentro de una puta triste prisión, ya estaba a punto de quitarse la vida cuando el mismo policía entró a la sala y se puso frente a Matt diciéndole:
<<Casi nos cuestas toda nuestra misión principal por tus actos de niño infantil>>
Chucky en el cuerpo de Matt mostró una cara de confusión al escuchar esa frase rara de la boca del policía.
El policía enojado dijo: <<Tu eres ese Chucky infantil que me habló antes de separarnos, ¿verdad?>>
Ahí Matt (Chucky) se impactó, se dió cuenta que el policía también era Chucky que poseyó el cuerpo de ese oficial.
El otro Chucky se presentó como Shermar Moore, ese Chucky es un poco más inteligente que todos los demás y fue directamente a transferir su alma en el cuerpo del policía del pueblo, para así poder cubrir más fácilmente sus asesinatos.
Ambos Chucky después de presentarse acordaron que era mucho mejor que se hablaran con los nombres de los cuerpos que poseían.
Shermar le confesó a Matt que fue afortunado que al momento de que llamaron a la estación para reportar su caso el respondió la llamada y pudo actuar con más cautela la situación. Y se disculpo por haberle golpeado y disparado, pero la escena debía parecer real para los medios de noticias.
Y que ya ninguno de los dos debía de preocuparse por la esposa de Matt, ella ya murió hace dos horas en un accidente en el auto familiar, Shermar diciendo que el lo saboteó para no tener testigos sobre los muñecos Chucky y que el hijo de Matt ya está en un orfanato.
Con casi todos los cabos sueltos, Shermar liberó a Matt y se lo llevó a su casa para esconderlo ahí, porque nadie debe saber que Matt Trammel está fuera de prisión.
Pasaron pocos días y los Chucky checaron el chat grupal secreto para poder comunicarse en sus nuevas vidas y poder reunirse para conocerse en persona nuevamente. Shermar y Matt vieron el mensaje de un tal Martín proponiendo un posible lugar para reunirse y así poder planear juntos una ola de asesinatos y sembrar el terror en el pueblo completo.
Soy un ser vivo que escapó de una prisión intergaláctica, estaba preso por tener la capacidad de controlar a cualquiera ser vivo y cuando logre alcanzar desarrollarme completamente, podré esparcir huevecillos en las mentes de todos y crear mi propia utopía.
Me desarrolló mientras más cuerpos controle por mi cuenta y necesitaba establecer un cuerpo final con la capacidad de incubar mis huevecillos.
Por eso necesito llegar al cuerpo del nuevo presidente, ya está en una posición alta de poder y tiene un cuerpo bastante amplio para mis huevos. Tristemente aún no me desarrollo tanto para ser capaz de controlar su cuerpo sin que me expulsé.
Por eso ahora mismo estoy dentro del cuerpo de este viejo, tan cerca pero tan lejos estoy de mi meta, tengo al presidente junto a mi lado pero aún no puedo hacer mi jugada. Debía saltar a mi siguiente recipiente.
En la fiesta encontré a este hombre llamado Yusif, es del circulo de amigos del presidente y era perfecto para ayudarme con mi cometido.
Entonces deje el cuerpo del viejo saliendo con mi forma gelatinosa por su oreja y me introduje dentro del cuerpo del otro individuo.
Yusif detectó que algo se le estaba metiendo por la oreja e intento sacarlo con sus dedos, pero era inútil, ya me encontraba adentro y lo empecé a controlar, para muchos a simple vista pareció que Yusif solo se rascó la oreja, pero algo más grande que no se imaginaban estaba pasando.
Pasé varios días dentro de él, agarrando un poco de su fuerza vital para alimentarme, pero mierda, no lo parecía pero este cuerpo tenía mucha energía para mí por su esbelta forma. Gracias a su cuerpo me desarrollé más rápido de lo que tenía planeado.
Parecía que ya era capaz de dominar el cuerpo del presidente, entonces como Yusif lo invité a una sección amigable de gimnasio con otros de sus amigos.
Tenía mi objetivo nuevamente cerca de mí, entonces salí de manera rápida del cuerpo de Yusif dejándolo reposar como si descansará y me fui directo a mi cuerpo deseado.
Intente meterme y parecía que lo estaba logrando pero falle drásticamente que tuve que regresar rápido al cuerpo de Yusif para evitar sospechas.
Maldición, aún me faltaba desarrollarme más, pero necesitaba energía fresca, entonces ahí fue cuando ví a Cavad, uno de los amigos que invitamos para el gym.
Cavad era grande y fuerte, estaba casi igual al nivel de poder del presidente pero ligeramente menos poderoso. Si lograba meterme en su cuerpo, mi próxima meta estaría casi garantizada.
Cómo Yusif me senté al lado de Cavad para charlar, y ahí fue cuando hice mi movida, logré otra transferencia exitosa.
Este nuevo cuerpo se sentía increíble, podía sentir todo su poder y energía hacia mí, continúe mi día normal en el gimnasio con los demás chicos, porque necesitaba algo de tiempo para absorber la fuerza vital necesaria de este tipo.
Terminamos del gimnasio y todos se fueron a continuar con sus quehaceres rutinarios, yo aproveché para observar a más detalles y conocer mas de cerca el cuerpo de Cavad, sí así me siento ahora con este cuerpo, no me quiero imaginar cuando obtenga el del presidente, al pensar en eso me emocioné mucho más.
En cuestión de dos días ya alcancé el límite que me podía ofrecer Cavad, ya sentía como mi forma había alcanzado su punto máximo de perfección. Ya estaba listo para lograr mi deseo.
Con suerte está tarde Cavad tenía una reunión ejecutiva con el presidente, entonces tuvimos la junta de manera normal y me tocó esperar hasta que acabarla.
Al concluir con las charlas de la reunión, todos se retiraron pero el presidente se quedó para hacer una parada en el baño, entonces lo seguí.
En el baño entre y azote la puerta de la entrada con una gran fuerza, haciendo que el presidente saliera a ver qué rayos estaba sucediendo.
Ahí fue cuando los dos nos quedamos mirando de enfrente, el con una cara de confusión y yo con una sonrisa de malicia en mi rostro.
Entonces decidí dejar que el presidente fuera espectador de lo que iba a pasar. Salí del cuerpo de Cavad y revelé mi aspecto final, pasé de ser simple bicho mocoso a un ser con una forma más humanoide y piel gris.
El presidente del susto empezó a gritar pero de ahí aproveché para zambullirme dentro de su boca, mientras me metía en él, podía observar su mirada de terror, ahora gracias a mis posesiones anteriores, logré meterme por completo en su cuerpo.
Esto se sentía increíble, el cuerpo del presidente superó mis expectativas, al tomar conciencia dentro de su cuerpo solo empecé a reírme a carcajadas de maldad por lograr mi cometido.
Me acomodé el traje y salí afuera para que me recogieran mientras veía mi nuevo y permanente reflejo.
Ya era cuestión de horas para incubar los primeros huevecillos dentro del cuerpo del presidente Parviz Qasimov. Siempre quise tener un cuerpo así de grande y poderoso para dominar toda una especie.
Miren solamente como luce este cuerpo en todo su resplandor.
Ya casi ha pasado un año desde que logré mi propósito que les compartí, ya para este día, toda la especie humana esta bajo mi merced, logré construir mi propia sociedad que sigue con lealtad los mandatos de su poderoso rey.
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