Ollie still couldn’t believe just how successful his and his sister Juliet’s plan had been. Their dad Nick had become famous online! Before he’d just been a regular middle aged weatherman. Nothing in particular made him stand out. But now there were viral videos of him circulating of him doing all sorts of popular and trendy dance moves that people seem to love. Even doing them while he’s live on air presenting the news sometimes! His followers on all social media just grow and grow by the day. His Instagram having upwards of 2 million while his TikTok account already had over 8 Million! It was incredible! Ollie could never have expected their little plan to work this well.
Sure they might’ve had to do something pretty insane to push their dad’s career to this height but it was worth it in the end. Sure their Dad never would have agreed to this before but what he didn’t know would hurt him. Besides, Ollie was sure he was sleeping soundly in the depths of his own subconscious. Or at least that’s what Juliet told him.
———
Nick let out a long sigh as he got home from work, closing the front door behind him as he wiped his brown oxfords on the doormat. However he hardly had time to put down his briefcase before his ears twitched at the sound of arguing coming from upstairs. He couldn’t quite hear what was being said but he could immediately tell it was his Son and Daughter. Nick hung his head in silence for a moment before trudging his way up the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.
As Nick drew closer to the top of the stairs however, the shouting suddenly stopped. Had they heard the clack of his shoes against the stairs as he ascended? Whatever the case it only tugged on Nick’s curiosity. And so it wasn’t long before he approached his Daughter’s bedroom where the noise had seemed to be coming from. Just before he grabbed the door handle however, he heard hushed whispers from the other side. He couldn’t make out what was being said but as a father he couldn’t help finding it a little suspicious.
He gave a gentle knock to the door before announcing that he was coming in. The door creaked open to the sight of Nick’s children standing awkwardly looking over at him. Their expressions looked equal parts worried, apprehensive and secretive like they were trying to hide something.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “…What’s going on in here guys?”
The siblings glanced at one another before looking back at their Dad. There was a moment or two of awkward silence but finally Nick’s daughter Juliet decided to speak up first.
“Well Dad.” She began as she stood up straight with a sudden air of confidence. “We’ve decided that we’re going to help boost your career a little.”
Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Oh come on guys. We’ve already went over this. Starting an Instagram or TikTok account isn’t going to skyrocket my career. I’m a weatherman, not a social media influencer.” He grumbled, seemingly having had this conversation multiple times by this point. “I even posted a few couple things on that Instagram account you made me but not much has happened.”
“Well duh. That’s because you only post boring stuff Dad.” His son Ollie chirped up. “You need to post things that are gonna catch people’s attention. Interesting stuff. Cool stuff. Funny stuff. Literally anything that isn’t boring. Like maybe-”
Before Ollie could get another word in, Nick was quick to jump in. “I know what you’re going to say and like I said before, it’s not happening. I’m not doing any of those silly dances you’ve shown me. I’ll look like an idiot. And I still don’t see how dancing online will boost my career.”
“Trust us Dad! People would love it. If you get good at it, people might notice. Then that could lead to you getting more followers, which could lead to you becoming more well known, which could lead to you becoming popular which could boost your career!” Ollie continued.
Nick shook his head. “Come on son. Even you should hear how far-fetched and stupid that sounds.”
“Don’t know until you try.” Juliet added swiftly.
Nick gave her a sarcastic smile. “Pretty sure I do know.” He then turned back around as he loosened his tie and began making his way back towards the stairs. “Well I’m off to watch some TV. If you want anything for dinner, let me know in the next hour or you’ll be making it yourselves.” A yawn escaped his mouth as he began to descend the stairs.
Ollie and Juliet looked at one another again and waited until their father was out of earshot before scooting closer to one another.
“That settles it then right? We need to take this into our own hands.” Juliet whispered.
Ollie seemed a little apprehensive but he soon agreed. “I guess so… should we start getting the things together now then?”
Juliet nodded silently.
———
Hours passed and Nick was still sitting in the living room watching a movie of some kind after having made dinner. Ollie and Juliet never ended up asking for anything which he thought was odd but he supposed they were both adults now. Ollie being 19 and Juliet recently turned 22. They could take care of themselves. If anything he pampered them too much.
His ear perked up eventually at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. They must’ve finally gotten hungry, he thought. But unfortunately for Nick, that was far from the truth. And he’d quickly find that out as Ollie and Juliet made their way into the living room. Soon standing in front of their father and blocking his view of TV.
“Too late. I’ve already made my food. If you want something you’ll have to make it yourselves.” Nick assumed before motioning at them to move out of the way.
“It’s not that Dad. We’ve come to tell you that we’re taking over from now on.” Ollie began somewhat ominously.
Nick’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Take over? What the hell are you going on about?” He rightfully asked.
Juliet shook her head. “He means we’re going to do what you’re too stubborn to do.” She pulled a tiny pouch out of her pocket before emptying the contents into her palm. A small mound of green glittery powder piled gently in her hand much to her fathers curiosity. But before he even had a chance to ask any questions, Juliet held her palm down towards her fathers face and blew gently.
The dust flew into Nick’s face in a small sparkly cloud causing the older man to cough and splutter a little before his eyes started to flutter. “J-Juliet?! What have you-” He could barely finish a sentence as his eyes grew heavier and his body became unresponsive. Within a matter of moments Nick faded from consciousness as his body slumped into the sofa. He was out cold.
“Jeez be careful Juliet! That could’ve blown back in your face as well!” Ollie said nervously.
“I know what I’m doing, Ollie.” Juliet half smirked at her younger brother. “Now let’s just worry about setting up and performing this ritual before Dad wakes up alright? Otherwise we’ll be in deep shit.”
Ollie gave her a look before getting out the rest of the things they needed ready for the ritual. They started by moving the table and chairs in the dining room to make some space. Once they had, the pair then had the difficult task of moving their father’s unconscious body from the living room to the dining room. Carefully and awkwardly pulling him off the sofa and onto the carpet. Juliet proceeded to grab Nick’s legs while Ollie grabbed underneath Nick’s arms and in a combined effort the two siblings were able to lift their father and carry him into the dining room where they set him down gently on the cold hard floor.
From there Ollie got out the spell book he and Juliet had stashed away and found the spell they had bookmarked with all the instructions they needed. Ollie began by drawing a large chalk circle around their fathers slumbering body while Juliet took to the kitchen to start mixing together an assortment of herbs, spices and other oddities to create a catalyst potion as per the spell book’s instructions. Once her concoction was seemingly complete, she came back through to the dining room with it to find Ollie drawing the last of the runes around the circle.
“Is it finished?” She asked.
Ollie finished scribbling one last rune before looking up at his sister. “I think so yeah…” he paused for a moment, glancing down at his dad before looking over at Juliet again. “Why do you get to be dad?” He muttered with a twinge of jealousy.
“Oh come on Ollie. I thought we went over this?” Juliet huffed. “We agreed that if dad posted some good videos of him dancing that he could take off. I mean right now he’s just a weatherman and nobody expects a weatherman in a nice suit to start busting out some cool dance moves do they? It’s a niche and people love niche things. And let’s be honest, between the two of us I’m a far better dancer.”
“Fine. I guess you’re right.” Ollie admitted while pushing himself up off the floor. “But for the record I still wanna say this feels like a long shot. I mean come on. Do you really think Dad dancing on the internet is gonna skyrocket his career?”
“We won’t know unless we try? And we both know he certainly won’t. So this is the only option.” Juliet said as she grabbed the spell book again and re-read the ritual instructions to make sure they’d done everything right so far. “Right. I think we’re ready to go.”
“Hold on. Don’t you need to be wearing something if Dad’s first? I can go grab his tie for you quickly.” Ollie chirped up quickly.
Juliet smirked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I already am wearing something.” She claimed before tugging down the waist of her jeans slightly, revealing that she already had a pair of their dad’s underwear on. She tried not to laugh as she watched Ollie’s face go red. “Now let’s get started.”
They didn’t waste anymore time in setting up the ritual. They made sure that everything was in place and triple checked all their work. They couldn’t risk messing up something like this. Only once they were certain did they proceed with the next step.
Juliet took a deep breath before knocking back the potion she’d made. It certainly didn’t taste pleasant but she was able to get it down. Only then did she step into the circle where she proceeded to get on top of her father and lay face down on his body. Her face against his chest as she interlocked her fingers with his. Of course a part of her couldn’t help feeling this was kind of perverted. Being this close to her unconscious father. Yet at the same time she couldn’t help feeling strangely excited at the feeling of an older, taller, male body beneath her. One that would soon belong to her.
With that Ollie began reciting the incantation that would activate the magic in the circle and begin the ritual. He’d practiced a few times before but he still went slow to make sure he did misspeak. Slowly the runes and the chalk circle itself began to glow a multitude of different colours. A gust of wind seemed to blow through the room out of nowhere as the glow grew brighter. And as it did Juliet felt an unnatural bubbling sensation from inside body. The potion she drank was taking effect. Though she still couldn’t believe it when she felt her hands sinking inside her fathers.
It felt good. Really good. Almost like an otherworldly massage as her arms slowly vanished, Somehow passing through the fabric of her dad’s dress shirt and into his arms. It was as if she were a ghost slowly disappearing inside his body. But before she could get any further, he started to wake up…
Nick's eyes flickered open at first in confusion. But that quickly turned to panic and terror as he took in what was happening. His daughter laying on top of him while his son recites some creepy magic words. “W-what the fuck is going on! Juliet!” He shouted in both anger and fear. He tried to push her off… only his arms wouldn’t respond. No matter how hard he tried his arms wouldn’t move. That’s when he saw the impossible. Looking down to see his daughter's arms having almost been completely absorbed inside his. He wanted to scream in terror but the sound got caught in his throat.
“Fuck. Fuck…” Juliet mumbled, having feared this exact scenario. “Dad. Just stay calm. It’ll be over soon. Just let me inside.” She tried to say in as tranquil of a way as possible to keep her father from making things complicated. But she knew that was impossible.
“Let you… inside!? What the fuck are you talking about?!?!” Nick’s heart was beating a mile a minute and it didn’t take long for him to figure out that the rest of his body still worked just fine. Before long he was thrashing about and kicking his legs trying to get away. Juliet was just about able to keep him pinned with her body weight considering they were now attached. But it wouldn’t be long until Nick managed to wriggle them both out of the circle if she didn’t do something fast. And who knows what would happen if he did before the process was complete.
Nick’s legs continued to kick about. Scraping the floor and kicking the air. Ollie wanted to help but he couldn’t due to fear of messing up the incantation, leaving it to Juliet. In a desperate attempt to speed things up, she pressed her own legs down on top of her dads as hard as she could. It wasn’t easy with how much he was flailing but soon she felt it. Her legs sank through his suit pants and into her dad’s hairy legs. They twitched a little but soon went docile as Nick lost control of them as well. Now only his head and torso would move and he was more panicked than ever.
The siblings both breathed an internal sigh of relief as the ritual seemed to be undisrupted. Meanwhile Nick started begging Juliet to stop. Pleading to know what was happening and why. All the while he felt himself losing control of his hips and his back as the last of Juliet’s body sank further inside leaving only her upper chest, shoulders and head sticking out from Nick’s body. Only then did a small smile curve its way onto her lips as she looked down at him.
“I’m gonna make you a star daddy.” She watched as pure terror crossed her fathers face before pressing the last of herself against him. Allowing herself the sink and be consumed by her dad’s form. The last thing of course being her head. And as it disappeared into Nick’s chest, his eyes began to roll back as a long groan escaped his mouth. One that echoed across the entire house while Juliet’s mind and soul took up residence inside Nick’s brain.
Ollie glanced worryingly as he watched his father’s body begin to flail and convulse in the circle. His sister was completely gone now. Only the clothes she’d been wearing were left, now draped on top of their dad’s body as he shook and moaned uncontrollably.
After what felt like hours, it finally stopped. Nick fell silent and his body went still. The circle and runes Ollie had drawn out stopped glowing and the strong air that’d been twisting around them dispersed in an instant. It was done. Ollie stopped chanting at last, tossing the book down and going to check on his father… or sister? He wasn’t sure yet but he was about to find out as Nick hummed groggily, eyes stirring open again.
The suited older man laid there for a moment as he waited for his eyes to focus and for the world to stop spinning around him. And once it had, he lifted his head. Squinting as he looked down at himself with a flicker of emotion that Ollie couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t seem angry or upset anymore though. Instead he lifted his hands up towards his face, inspecting them. Like he was taking in every little detail before glancing back down at the rest of his body. His hands running over his chest through his shirt slowly before diverting towards his thighs. Only then did he very suddenly sit himself up. Eyes widening now. Widening with pure wonder.
“Juliet?” Ollie whispered nervously as he watched his father slowly come around.
Ollie’s father snapped his gaze towards the young man. Staring for a second until slowly an eerie grin crept across Nick’s face. One that was so characteristically Juliet.
“Not anymore kiddo.” Juliet said with her father’s much deeper and masculine voice, causing her to grab her throat in surprise for a moment. Massaging the noticeably larger lump on her neck. In doing so she couldn’t help noticing the subtle scratch of stubble on her neck, prompting her hand to move further up towards her face where it was more prominent. The itch of her father’s well maintained facial hair gracing her fingers. She couldn’t even express how extraordinary it felt.
Ollie stood back as Juliet slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, brushing off the discarded clothes she’d been wearing before the rituals, and planted her fathers shiny oxfords on the floor with a familiar clack. She wobbled a little as she adjusted to her new size and height but muscle memory was fast to kick in. It wasn’t long before she stood tall in the body of the man that gave her life. Grinning almost ecstatically.
“I’m your dad now. Don’t forget it.” She stated with confidence as her manly hands wandered back towards her chest again. Running back and forth over it. Even undoing the top few buttons to reach inside her shirt and feel the bare skin of her new male chest. “Uughhh wow! Not having those annoying tits weighing me down 24/7 feels amazing!” She looked over at Ollie with a small chuckle before moving her hands over her arms and stomach, taking note of the shape and feel of her Dad’s body. “I’ve barely been inside Dad for two minutes and already everything feels so different. I can hardly tell what feels different simply because I’m a man or because I’m in another body. But god it feels great!” She exclaimed, clearly enjoying this waaaaaay too much.
Ollie was lost for words at the sight before him. Seeing his dad/sister like this was… chilling in a way. To say he was uncomfortable watching his father feel himself up knowing it was his sister in the driver's seat was an understatement to say the least. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.
There was a look of realisation that crossed Juliet’s stubble coated face and no more than a second later one of her hands quickly descended down towards her crotch. It’d felt so natural between Nick’s legs that she somehow hadn’t clocked it for that first minute or two. But as soon as she squeezed her new bulge, her expression twisted into a look of both shock and pleasure as her mouth hung agape.
“Holyyyy fuuuck…” he grunted as she ran her hand over the outline of her fathers cock. “Ollie… I have a dick.” She said rather bluntly before she reached a little lower and gave her new balls a squeeze. “Uuuff… oooo god. That’s what balls feel like? Jesus that’s… wow.” A shiver traveled up her spine at the mere feeling of her new manhood.
Ollie cringed, having already looked away by this point. “Okay yeah-c-can you please stop now!” He blurted out. “Do I need to remind you that you’re talking about our… dad’s balls?…” Of course he’d been curious to take over their dad’s body as well but… this was just too much right now.
Juliet didn’t seem to take any notice as she took a wobbly step towards Ollie, stumbling almost as she did. Hand still firmly grasping her bulge. “Fuck it feels bigggg though…” she continued. “I mean I've obviously never had a dick before to compare buuuut…” Her words were beginning to sound slurred. Almost as if she were drunk. “Feels like ol’ daddy has quite the pussy pounder…” She said with a low growl. “Or ass pounder. I don’t discriminate.”
“Okay. That’s it.” Ollie stepped in and grabbed Juliet by the arm. “Juliet. I think you’re drunk on residual magic from the ritual. The book said this might happen. Let me just take up upstairs to lie down and rest for a bit to give your body and mind some time to rest. Okay?” And without waiting for a response he swung one of Juliet’s masculine arms over his shoulder and began guiding him out of the dining room.
Thankfully Juliet went along with it. “Mmm… I don’t think I’m drunk but…” Her tone and increasing inability to walk straight instantly proved otherwise. “But I guessss I’m a little tired after becoming your daddy.” He hummed.
“Please. Please stop talking.” Ollie huffed as he directed Juliet through the living room and towards the stairs.
"Wooooowww... stubble feels weird. But not like... in a bad way." Juliet would continue ramble as she itched her new face curiously while Ollie practically dragged her up the stairs. "It just feels so funny and scratchy..." She chuckled to herself.
After a bit of effort, Ollie was somehow able to get Juliet into their Dad’s bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He took off the oxfords their dad had been wearing for Juliet and placed them by the bedroom door. He told her to get some rest and that he’d check on her later.
Juliet smiled. “Thank you son” She clearly got way too much satisfaction out of saying that before reaching down and groping his bulge again. “You came from me. My biggggg daddy dick…” She added, her new cock obviously getting hard.
Ollie didn’t even dignify it with a response. He simply closed the door and hoped Juliet would pass out before she did anything else. After all that he was starting to wonder if this was really a good idea after all.
———
Not long later Ollie breathed a sigh of relief as he could here the low familiar hum of his dad snoring. Thank god she’d actually gone to sleep he thought. He didn’t think he could handle one more overly sexual comment come out of his father’s mouth. Just thinking about what Juliet had said and done after taking control made his stomach twist a little. Part of him felt repulsed by it yet at the same time Ollie couldn’t help feeling repulsed by himself as well because he also felt as though another part of him was… intrigued by it. He could swear up and down that he’d never looked at his dad in that way before but… something about the way he was acting earlier triggered something. Something deep. Something wrong. And it was on,y made worse when he remembered it was his sister in control of that body. God it was fucked up. So fucked up that Ollie tried his best to block out the thought completely.
Instead he focused on heading back into the dining room to clear up where they’d done that ritual. Only that’s when he made a worrying discovery.
Ollie had just grabbed a few cleaning supplies to get rid of the chalk circle on the floor, only that’s when he noticed it. One of the runes he’d drawn around the rim of the circle had been scratched and smudged. He knew it wasn’t like that when the ritual began and he didn’t think Juliet could’ve smudged it afterwards since he remembered her stepping rather cleaning out of the circle despite stumbling a little afterwards when the magical drunkenness kicked in. It couldn’t have happened any time after right? They didn’t have any let’s that could’ve walked over it so… how could it have smudged?
That’s when it hit him.
He hadn’t been paying full attention since he’d been focusing on the incantation but Ollie suddenly remembered how part way into the ritual, his dad started thrashing around after waking up. Kicking his legs all over the place and trying to escape. Ollie though Juliet had been able to possess their dad’s legs before he could ruin the ritual but… in all his struggling perhaps Nick had ended up smudging the rune with his shoe
Ollie ran upstairs as quickly and quietly as he could before scrambling into his Dad’s bedroom where Juliet was still fast asleep on the bed. Hand still laid passively on her crotch as she snored lightly. Ollie swiped up the oxfords his dad had been wearing and sure enough there it was. On the heel of the left shoe was what looked to be Chalk that’d been scraped from the rune. Fuck.
He looked over at Juliet again as her masculine chest rose and fell, trying to keep his mind clear of any of those thoughts he’d been having earlier. She seemed fine. She’d possessed their dad’s body just like they intended without a hitch right? Surely that one smudged rune hadn’t fucked anything up. They’d know if it had. Wouldn’t they?
Ollie dashed back downstairs and into the dining room again where he grabbed the magic book and flipped back to the pages that explained the ritual. Specifically the part which described the purpose of each rune. They all facilitated a different part of the ritual with some helping the physical parts of the possession while others helped with the spiritual and mental parts. It didn’t take long for Ollie to match a rune in the book to the one that’d been smudged. And it wasn’t good.
It was the rune that controlled the time limit.
The specific one Ollie had used made it so the possession would last around two weeks. After that Juliet should in theory be ejected from Nick’s body. But with that rune damaged… that could mean the time limit was now gone!
———
Part 2
Juliet awoke the next morning feeling strange. A confused look crossed her face as she opened her eyes to see none other than her dad’s bedroom. She grumbled a little as she rubbed her eyes, only then noticing the masculine look of her hands and the cuffs of her dad’s dress shirt. Then it all came rushing back. Looking down she saw her body. Her father’s body. Still clad in the suit he’d had on last night.
“Oh… right.” She mumbled, the deeper tone still sounding foreign coming out of her mouth. “I’m dad now.”
Her memory of the prior evening was a little hazy at first. She remembered sinking into her dad’s body and taking over. Waking up soon after and perhaps getting a little handsy with herself in front of her brother. And… “ah fuck.” Memories of what she’d said quickly flooding back causing her cheeks to flush a little with embarrassment. “Why did I say thaaaat…” She groaned, burying her face in her hands.
Juliet knew she had to apologise to Ollie but her gaze kept getting distracted by her new body. She’d hardly gotten a chance to feel it last night. To explore it. And she was just soooo curious. Curious in a way that made her excited. Beyond excited! Like she just wanted to rip her dad’s clothes off right now and grope every inch of the body she’d stolen from him. It was fucked up. So fucked up that she couldn’t even put it into words. It wasn’t like she’d been slobbering over her own fucking dad before all this. Sure he was a good looking guy and all but he was her dad for fuck sake! Yet now that she was in his body… god it was hot! She couldn’t stop her new cock from getting just as excited as she was, feeling it twitch and harden in her dad’s suit pants.
Every instinct in her body was telling her to grab her dick. But she resisted. For now at least. Instead she managed to swing her new longer legs off the bed, planting her socked feet on the floor before getting up with a stretch. Catching herself in the mirror, Juliet couldn’t help winking at her handsome reflection. She’d definitely be coming back to the mirror later.
The new man of the house made her way out of the bedroom and towards Ollie’s room. She hummed nonchalantly, seeing the room was empty before heading towards the stairs instead. Each footstep making a louder thud than she was used to with her larger body.
“There you are.” Juliet said, seeing her brother (or rather her son now), perched on the sofa looking at the magic book again. “Look I just wanted to say… about last night I-” Juliet didn’t even get a chance to finish before Ollie cut her off.
“Yeah yeah it’s fine. Quick you need to see this!” He replied urgently while gesturing at Juliet to come take a look at the book.
Juliet was a little surprised at how quickly Ollie brushed off last night’s events but that only made her more concerned as to what was so important that Ollie needed to show her. She made her way over, looking over the smaller man’s shoulder and at the book. “Okay? What am I supposed to be looking at?”
Ollie went on to explain how he thought that their dad might’ve disrupted one of the runes that he’d drawn last night when he began thrashing around during the possession. He showed Juliet the rune in the book before taking her to the circle and showing the smudged rune as well as the chalk on their dad’s shoes.
“So… on the bright side Dad didn’t disrupt any of the runes helping to facilitate the actual possession itself. That could’ve ended in pure disaster. But on the other hand…”
“I might be stuck inside dad forever.” Juliet finished the sentence with a look of disbelief on her face. Not knowing how to think, feel or even process any of it.
Ollie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, having had all evening and morning to think about the situation. “Not necessarily. There might be something else in the book that can help us undo this. There’s so many spells and rituals in here that we’ve hardly even looked at yet.” He said as calmingly as possible.
The look on Juliet’s face made it seem as though she was gonna snap any second. Whether it be her panicking, crying, screaming. Sure she was already enjoying this body a lot more than she should probably admit but… forever? Permanent? She hadn’t signed up for that. And yet instead of the visceral Ollie was expecting, Juliet simply closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. And then another. And another. Until her heart had finally stopped feeling as though it was going to jump from her chest at any moment.
“Okay.” Juliet said flatly. “I’m going to call in sick for today like we planned so I can get used to being dad. You start getting your stuff together for university. It won’t be long before your bus gets here.” She seemed eerily relaxed all of a sudden.
“Are you sure? I can call in sick as well if you-”
“No. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Just leave me to figure this out.”
Ollie glanced at Juliet, her gaze locked onto the smudged rune. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through her head. But he did as he was told. Leaving to get his Uni stuff together as Juliet stood in thought. It wasn’t long after that he was tugging on his coat and slinging a bag over his shoulder. And Juliet didn’t move an inch.
“I’m Uhh… going now.” Ollie said awkwardly.
“Yup.” Juliet responded, pausing for a moment before adding “Have a good day… son.” In an odd tone.
Ollie couldn’t help being a little weirded out but he didn’t question it. Simply nodding as he turned and left through the front door without another word.
Juliet’s ears twitched at the sound of the door closing again. She was alone. At last. She sighed, looking down at her body and then back at the disturbed rune on the dining room floor. Was she really stuck like this now she wondered as she flexed her hands. Stuck as dad? Stuck as a man? The thought should’ve felt more terrifying to her than it actually was. If anything she was still trying to decipher her feelings. And it quickly became clear that standing around staring at a chalk circle wasn’t going to help.
———
Soon after Juliet found herself standing before the mirror in her father’s bedroom yet again. Staring at it. Studying it. Her eyes mere inches away from the glass as they traced over every tiny detail over her mature masculine face. Her father’s face. It was a face she was naturally very familiar with but seeing it from this perspective was something else entirely. Viewing it as her own while her fathers features moves to her whim. Seeing his eyebrows dance and his lips purse as her command. It was strangely satisfying to say the least. Invigorating even. A feeling that was only further intensified when she brought her hands up to her face to touch and feel every feature as if to confirm that her reflection was the truth. Most of all enjoying the feeling of running her finger across her cheeks, loving the feel of her father’s scratchy stubble. And how could she possibly stop there.
“Fuuuuuck… that’s good.” Juliet grunted, sounding as though she were getting high on the sound of her voice alone as she stepped back from the mirror a little so that she could take in more of her reflection. Seeing just how well her dad’s body filled out this suit as both the shirt and pants clung tight to her body in all the right places. So much so that it made her thirsty. So god damn thirsty for what was underneath. “Gotta take this fucking shirt off…”
Within moments Juliet had undone every button of her dad’s white dress shirt, swiftly tugging it off her arms before tossing it onto the bed behind her. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her new lean pecs, immediately bringing both hands up to explore them and the dusting of chest hair. Once again being reminded of how great it felt to not have to deal with having breasts! Just firm hairy pecs that felt amazing to caress. Loving even more how that hair extended along a happy trail down her stomach and towards her crotch where her bulge was already growing again.
“Mmmmhff… I’m getting hard again.” She groaned as she gripped her bulge again. “They really weren’t kidding when they said cock’s have minds of their own. Fuck. I can barely control this thing.” Her cock strained against her pants, begging to be set free. “This is what men have to deal with everyday?” She mumbled, once again reminding herself that because of that rune this may very well be everyday for her from now on.
But that didn’t stop her from turning around and checking out her dad’s ass.
Juliet couldn’t help biting her lip at the sight. Her well fitted suit pants perfectly framing her new man butt. Her hands practically flew to her backside to give those cheeks a generous squeeze and in doing so Juliet could’ve sworn her cock was about to break free with how it bucked involuntarily. Her dad’s ass felt amazing. Tight yet plump and so well shaped. Being a male ass she could tell there was more muscle and less fat around the area yet that didn’t stop it from feeling soft and malleable in her hands. That’s when she felt an urge that she’d never known before now.
“God I wanna fuck my own ass.” She grumbled to herself, imagining getting to stuff her cock inside an ass like the one she has now. The mere thought was driving her mad with lust. So much so that she couldn’t ignore her dick anymore. She had to see it.
Next thing she knew, Juliet was frantically trying to unbuckle her belt before undoing the top button and zipper on her pants. Then, without a moment of hesitation, she tugged her dad’s suit pants and underwear down both at once. Finally allowing for her dad’s cock to spring forwards in all of its glory.
Juliet looked down at the throbbing manhood between her legs, seemingly hypnotised by the sight of it. Just as she’d suspected, it was big. Very big. At least 8 or so inches and incredibly thick. Of course she’d seen cocks before but never between her own legs. And never this huge. And to think… she came from that thing. Over 22 years ago her dad nutted her out of this very cock. And now it was hers.
She grabbed her girthy new cock in one hand before cradling her balls in the other. A shiver travelling up her spine as she did. She came from these balls. They were her origin. And now they too hung between her legs. Knowing that allowed a strange sense of belonging to wash over her. Like somehow, by taking over her dad’s body, Juliet had returned home. Like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
It was only then as Juliet started to pump her cock slowly that it dawned on her. That maybe this was the reason why she wasn’t scared or angry when Ollie had told her about the potential permanence of the takeover. Because deep down she wanted this. All of this. Her dad’s body. Her dad’s life. Her dad’s cock! She wanted it all from the second she started sinking into his body during that ritual. And she wanted to keep it.
Juliet continued jacking her cock, going faster and faster as the addictiveness of it grew. Rubbing her hand up and down the thick shaft that’d squirted her out all those years ago as it started to leak precum. She had to admit, masturbating as a man was a hell of a lot different to as a woman. It was simpler for a start. She didn’t have to go searching for all the right sweet spots to touch. All she had to do was pump, pump and pump. And the more she jerked, the better it felt.
“Fuuuuck yeah! Fuuuuuck yeah! Never fucking going back!” She moaned desperately in a bold declaration. “I’m fucking daddy now! I’m Nick!” She shouted with glee. Cock pulsing and spluttering as she did.
That’s when it hit her. A sudden wave of her dad’s memories being unlocked. And what were the first memories she received? Memories of her dad fucking the shit out of a fleshlight of course. One that was hidden in the room but thanks to the memories Juliet found it in a matter of moments, pulling out the fleshlight with an almost sinister look on her face.
Before long she found herself sliding aggressively into the fleshlight. Adoring how it enveloped her cock in an experience she never imagined she’d get. It made her feel empowered in a strange way. To be pumping her manhood inside of something rather than pumping something inside of her. Everything from the swing of her balls to the subtle squelching sound made everytime she pressed into the fleshlight. All of it drove her endorphins through the roof!
Before long she could feel it coming. The pleasure surrounding her dick was starting to ramp up rapidly. This had to be it. She was gonna cum! Her balls clenched as her cock began to tense up uncontrollably. Precum leaking at an absurd rate inside of the fleshlight. Juliet was only just barely able to pull out in time before her cock erupted! Thick hot cum spewing everywhere in a horny daze of ecstasy that consumed her for a good minute or two.
Only after the post nut clarity did it really hit Juliet over what she’d just done. She’d just jerked off in her dad’s body and covered herself in his cum. She should’ve been horrified by that fact and yet all she felt was pure and utter satisfaction. She didn’t want to leave. Ever. This wasn’t her dad’s body anymore. It was hers. It might not have been intentional what happened with that rune, but Juliet was going to take it as a sign from the universe that this was meant to be.
Once she’d allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, Juliet started getting cleaned up. Wiping up the mess she’d made as best she could before strutting off towards the bathroom to get a relaxing shower.
Before long Juliet stood silently under the cascade of hot water. Smiling as it flowed down that shape of her new body and seeped into every crevice this form had to offer. Washing off any last remnants of cum from her chest and stomach. Her entire body buzzing with delight as the water poured over her cock and between her new ass that was oh so tempting to squeeze again. Everything felt so perfect in that moment.
She took in the sight of her dad’s naked body as her own. No. Not her anymore. *Him*. *He* took in the sight of *his* new body. Because he was *a man* now. He was *Nick* now. Forever. He wasn’t just some girl that’d taken over her fathers body anymore. All of this body’s memories were slowly but surely becoming known to him. Everything this body had from its life to its identity belong to him now. And that’s how he wanted to stay.
———
Ollie arrived home from university later that day to find his Dad sat in the kitchen now dressed in some more casual clothes. He smirked seeing that he was eating a creamy carbonara. One of Dad’s favourite meals.
“Really getting into the mindset huh?” Ollie chuckled.
Nick looked over and nodded as he swallowed. “Oh. Uhhh yup.” He responded hastily. “I wasn’t much of a spaghetti fan before but I see why he loves this stuff so much now.” He added before piling another forkful of it in his mouth.
Ollie slipped off his coat and put his things down before getting straight to the point. “So.” He began. “Did you manage to find anything?”
Nick looked at him somewhat confused. “Huh?”
“Did you find anything in the book? You know, telling us how to reverse this and get you out of dad’s body when the time comes?” He elaborated though not thinking he’d have had to.
“Oh… nope. I checked through that whole thing. Couldn’t find anything that’s gonna reverse this.” Nick lied through his teeth knowing damn we’ll all he’d done today was try on at least half of his new wardrobe of clothes, talk to himself in the mirror as he put on his best impressions of the original Nick and of course play with his cock almost any time it started to chub up.
“Really? You don’t seem very worried?” Ollie questioned curiously.
Nick shrugged. “Well I’m not.” He admitted. “At first I thought staying like this sounded crazy but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realised that maybe it’s the best thing.” He had another mouthful of carbonara before continuing. “Look. The whole reason we did this was so that I could help boost dad’s career. Doing some fun and trendy dances as him and post them online. Hopefully get a response and gain him some followers. Then show him how well our plan was working after I left his body in hopes that he might keep doing it on his own. But let’s be honest Ollie. Do you really think he would keep doing it? If anything he’d probably say we made him look stupid and delete the videos.”
Ollie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Okay… I see where you’re coming from. But are you sure? I mean… you’re in our dad’s body. You’re 41 years old now! And you’re a man! Surely that’s gotta be… I dunno. Weird?”
“It is. But not in a bad way.” Nick said as he scraped around his bowl. “It feels weirdly comfortable. Like this is where I’m meant to be, you know?”
“Oh come on Juliet. Even you hav-” Ollie was cut off before he could finish.
“I’m not Juliet.” Nick stated firmly. “I’m dad to you. And Nick to everyone else. Alright?” His tone sounded so fatherly and authoritative.
Now Ollie was officially creeped out. Was his sister serious? Had she really taken this seriously enough to be okay with straight up just becoming their dad? Did she really not care if she ever went back?!
Alright… Dad.” Ollie continued hesitantly. “So what do you wanna do?”
Nick beamed at hearing himself be called dad. It just felt so right. “Exactly what we planned to do.” He got up from the table with his empty bowl before taking it over to the sink and starting to wash it up. “I take over the life of my former father. Go to his job, mingle with his friends and colleagues and all that. After that, start filming videos for TikTok and Instagram. Maybe a few at home to start with just to test the waters and then I’ll see if I can get away with filming some dances at the studio. I know the people who he works with are fairly laid back so I might even be able to get away with doing a bit of dancing on TV.” He placed the bowl down on the drying rack once he was satisfied it was clean enough. “Now that’d be pretty cool huh? Seeing your old man bust some sick moves on live TV!” Nick laughed and joked in a very dad-like way.
Ollie was speechless.
“Don’t worry son. Everything's gonna be fine. Just you wait and see.” Nick reassured his son as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Come here kiddo.” He wrapped his arms around Ollie in a tight fatherly embrace.
Ollie wasn’t sure how to react. So he simply wrapped his arms around the man that now claimed to be his father, returning the hug. And as he did, the smell of his fathers cologne mixed with his natural scent soon permeated Ollie’s senses. Becoming acutely aware of every part of his fathers body that was touching his own. Most notably the way his crotch rubbed gently against his dad’s.
Why didn’t he pull away? Why didn’t he tell his former sister to stop acting so gleeful about stealing their father’s body. Why… was he enjoying this? His mind was in complete and utter turmoil over this. And yet all of his thoughts suddenly fell silent when he felt his father kiss the top of his head before pulling Ollie into an even more intimate hug.
“You and I are gonna have so much fun together son.” Nick whispered gently with an underlying twinge of lust. And Ollie gave in. Just like that. Giving into his new father’s words and his embrace and accepting it. They were going to have so much fun.
———
Nick chuckled to himself as he scrolled his phone. He’d not long since finished presenting the weather and like usual he did some kind of dance that one of his followers had suggested he do on air. He posted the clip to his socials like always and watched as the likes and comments flooded in. Some comments saying how funny it was. Others saying they still couldn’t believe how he just effortlessly learns all these dance trends and performs them in a suit. And naturally he had plenty of thirst comments. Those always put a smile on his face.
He still couldn’t believe how much his social media presence had grown over the last year and a half. It began with him just posting a few videos on TikTok and Instagram at home or somewhere in the studio just performing a few fun dances just to see if he could get a reception. To see if the plan him and his —brother— son had come up with would actually work. And it did. Better than he could have ever hoped.
After just a month or so his videos started to gain some serious traction thanks to a particular video going somewhat viral. Getting over 500k views and around 150k likes in just a few days. After that videos Nick posted started to circulate more and garner more attention. His follower counts on all platforms began a steady incline that only hastened as more and more of his videos gained hundreds of thousands of views. It wasn’t long before the news station Nick worked for began to pick up on his growing popularity online and they gave him the green light to perform a little while presenting the weather.
Before long Nick was celebrating hitting 1 million TikTok followers! Then 2 million! Then 3 million!?! Each time he passed a new milestone, he couldn’t believe it. This plan had been goldmine all along. People loved him! So much so that he didn’t even need to just post dances anymore but just any videos he wanted and they’d still hit insanely high numbers. But he never started far from his roots. Still posting fun, silly and sometimes slightly provocative dance videos that he knew his fanbase would eat up.
And now here he was today. 8 million TikTok followers. 2 million Instagram followers. And thousands more across his other smaller platforms. Simply ‘The dancing weatherman’ was who he was known as now. His content was doing so well that he was earning a good bit of money on the side from it. Not to mention ads he’d recently starred and hell he’d even been offered a small cameo in an upcoming movie!
Nick opened up his camera and took a good long look at himself. He’d never get tired of seeing this handsome face reflected back at him. Always looking just as sexy as the day he stole it. Though that’s probably due to him and Ollie performing another ritual to freeze his body clock so that he wouldn’t age. It was temporary of course, he wasn’t immortal or anything crazy like that. It would only last for about 30 years. Mainly to make up for all the time he would’ve lost jumping from being a 22 year old woman to a 43 year old man and then a little extra to make sure she really has time to enjoy this new life. The ritual even had a convenient perception filter built in so nobody would notice his lack of aging in the years to come. Yeah… he had plenty of time to enjoy this gorgeous body he thought as he subtly groped his crotch.
God he loved having a cock and balls now. Just feeling them between his legs day to day filled him with a strange level of confidence and power. Just the thought that the hefty balls that once created him now sat between his legs drove him crazy with lust every time. Pumping his body with testosterone and making him want to fuck almost every man and woman he sees. Hell he’d already plowed his cock into a good third of the staff here. That was something he’d never get tired of. Stuffing someone full of dick while they scream your name. It was addictive. But he was trying to be careful too. He didn’t want to start any scandals after all. Not after amassing such a big following already.
Nick swapped over to his Instagram and checked the comments again, seeing all the thirst comments and fire emojis dotted throughout. With a grin he couldn’t help setting up his phone to take another video to post later. He hit record and took a few steps back before immediately getting into a groove. As he swayed his hips and moved his feet in rhythm, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how he’d struggled to dance properly in a full suit when he’d first taken this body. But now it felt so easy and natural he had no idea why he even struggled before.
As soon as he was done he stopped the recording and watched the video back with a small laugh. Looking incredible as always he thought. He couldn’t help sending it to Ollie first before thinking about posting it anywhere. He knew Ollie always loved seeing these videos early. He did get *boyfriend* privileges after all…
So freezing Nick’s body clock might not have been the only thing they used the spell book for after the whole possession thing. With the lingering sexual tension it wasn’t long before Nick and Ollie found themselves falling into bed together and Ollie having his hole drilled by his own fathers cock. Soon after finding themselves wanting to actually be together as fucked us as it was. But of course they couldn’t truly risk something like that. A father and son dating? They’d be crucified. So the only option was for them to perform one last ritual. One that made it so Ollie was no longer his son. At least not in the eyes of everyone else who’ve had their memories altered to believe that Nick never had a son or daughter and that Ollie is just his cute boy toy instead. Any documentation of them ever being related vanishing into thin air.
Ever since the two had fucked almost every night. Loving the naughty little secret only they held. Ollie still called Nick ‘Dad’ or ‘Daddy’ whenever they were alone just to drive them both even crazier with lust. Although that did open up a conversation on Ollie’s 20th birthday about how due to Nick’s frozen body clock, Ollie would one day be older than him. Realising that Ollie would probably be in his late forties by the time Nick starts aging again. Neither of them seemed to mind though. If anything Ollie was excited because that only meant that one day he’d get to play the role of daddy instead…
The pair had a long life ahead of them and if things continued to go the way they were with Nick's growing fame online, then they were sure it was going to be an incredible one.
Hope you all enjoyed this story! Ended up being a lot pervier than planned but oh well 😜 Had to loose a certain gif for it since tumblr was mistaking it for being graphic but oh well. I’m sure you’ve all had have lots of fun reading it though anyway. Hope to get back to posting normally again soon! - Wavell
Shane’s father, Garry turned off the shower, wiped the water from his face, and grabbed for a towel to wrap around his waist. Shane walked into the bathroom with a sneer on his face.
“Shane?” Garry asked, “Give me just a minute, son. I’ll towel off here real quick and then the bathroom’s all yours.”
“Your body’s about to be all mine!” Shane countered, just before he lunged forward, taking his father by surprise and pinning the much larger man up against the still-wet tiles of the shower.
“Shane!” Garry yelled, “What are you –”
Shane put a hand over his father’s mouth and then began pushing himself forward until their bodies began to merge. His father squirmed and struggled as inch-by-inch, Shane took over his body.
“No! Shane! Why are you doing this!?”
“I’m tired of being a stupid, awkward teenager!” Shane whined, “I’m ready to be a man, and what better man to be than my own hunky dad?”
With that, he pushed forward with even more force, silencing Garry’s screams and moans the best he could until he had control of his father’s vocal cords.
“I’m almost all the way in now, Dad,” Shane spoke now in an odd combination of both his own high-pitched teenage voice and his father’s deep baritone.
“Ungh!” his father let out one final grunt in protest before Shane was finally all the way inside. His body convulsed, his head rolled limply around on his shoulders, his eyes fluttered open and shut. And then Shane was in control.
“Mmm…” he moaned, now fully with his father’s voice.
He ran his big new hands up and down his furry, muscled new chest, along his new short, silver-gray beard, and up over his shaved bald head. Then, he brought both hands down to his new Daddy dick, the dick that had made him. It sprung up instantly to a full erection, pre-cum already dripping from the head.
Shane decided to turn the shower back on and allowed the steam to swirl around his stolen new body as he felt himself up, letting his masculine moans echo off of the shower walls. He stroked his big new cock and felt it getting stiffer and stiffer in his hands. He bit his lip as the cum splattered out, up onto his chest, and even into his beard. He dipped his fingers in it and brought it up to his lips for a sweet and salty taste. He couldn’t believe that he was tasting his own father’s cum like this, and he knew that it wouldn’t be his last taste of it, either.
“You taste delicious, Dad,” he bragged, “Just like I knew you would.”
He felt his manhood softening as his heartbeat steadied and the warm water continued to wash over him. Deciding to finish the shower, he made ample use of of his dad’s expensive, manly bath products. He loved that from now on, he was going to smell just like his father. He was going to use his shampoo, his deodorant, his cologne. No more cheap Axe body spray and teenage body odor for him, now he was going to smell like a real man.
After he fully rinsed himself off, he turned off the shower and stepped out, feeling quite literally like a new man. He looked into the mirror as he towelled off and grinned at seeing his father’s handsome reflection staring back at him. He couldn’t wait to start living his new life, the life of a hunky, sexy dad.
My dad’s deep, warm voice nudged me from my sleep. I let my eyes drift open and I saw him laying there naked in the bed next to me. He looked so damn handsome. It felt so good being able to think that so freely now.
“Good morning, dad,” I nuzzled up against him and kissed him through his soft beard.
We kissed like that for a little while longer as I played with his chest hair. I ran my hands up and down his strong torso and eventually let my hand slip just underneath the covers. I grabbed a hold of his dick and gave it a light squeeze. I couldn’t believe I was holding my dad’s dick in my hands. The dick that made me. The dick that he had fucked me with over and over again last night. He moaned.
“That feels good, son,” he told me between kisses.
As good as it felt, I pulled back from him for just a moment and looked into his eyes. I guess I was still trying to come to grips with the fact that even though I was looking at my dad, it was really my boyfriend Robbie who had possessed him.
“You’re sure you’re ok with this?” I asked him one more time. Last night, we had decided that he was going to stay in my dad’s body for good.
“I’ve never been more sure,” he smiled, “I’m going to love being your dad.”
“And I’m going to love being your son,” I told him.
I was only going to spend a few days inside my best friend’s dad. You know, mess around with him a little bit and then let him in on the joke. But that was a couple of weeks ago now… I had NO idea how much I was going to love being inside Mr. Kirkwood’s body, but it’s been totally awesome! Being this big… being an adult and having people look up to me and treat me with respect… Being able to wear his clothes and drive his car and live in his house… Drink his beer and smoke his cigars…
I really should tell my friend at this point that it’s really me inside of his hunky Dad’s body, but I’m pretty sure he’d want me to get out once he found out about it. Or maybe he’d be OK with me staying inside of him for just a little bit longer…
My eyes fluttered open to see my dad laying in the bed next to me. He had a warm smile on his face… the morning light was falling gently across his big, broad muscles…
So, it hadn’t all been a dream….
“Good morning, babe,” he said to me in a soft voice.
“Ben?” I asked him, “Is that still you inside of there….?”
“Of course it’s still me,” he chuckled with my dad’s deep voice, “I told you, I can stay inside of your dad as long as you want me to.”
I still couldn’t believe it. My boyfriend, Ben… Inside of my dad’s body… And we had fucked last night. I had fucked my own father. And he had fucked me…
I thought about how it felt having him on top of me, penetrating me… Knowing that it was Ben who was in control of my hunky father’s body…
“I want you to stay inside of him for as long as you want,” I said, honestly, “But, just one thing… If you’re going to stay inside of him… can I start calling you ‘dad?”
His eyes lit up and he had a huge smile on his face. It looked so cute seeing Ben’s smile on my dad’s face like that.
“Of course, babe!” he said, snuggling right up next to me, “As long as I can start calling you ‘son…’”
The last thing I remember, I was hopping into my brother’s body and getting ready to go out with his friends… I remember getting to the party… I remember drinking a shit ton of drinks… Fuck, how many drinks did I have last night?…
And then I don’t really remember much – until I found myself waking up in my dad’s body with a pounding headache!
I stumbled into my brother’s room to see if he was in there. I found him completely naked and thoroughly passed out in his bed….
Hmmm…
From what I can guess, I must have gotten home late last night in my brother’s body, hopped out of him, and then hopped right into my dad’s sleeping body so that I could keep drinking. Sure enough, I find a half-empty glass of whiskey on my dad’s nightstand, right next to where I woke up…
“Well damn,” I grumbled with my dad’s deep voice, “Must’ve been one hell of a night… I just wish I could remember it!”
Austin Butler had finally gotten up the courage to ask his dad about something that had really been bothering him over the past couple of weeks.
“Sure, son!” his father beamed back at him, “What’s up?”
“So,” Austin gulped, fully realizing how ridiculous his question would sound if he was wrong about it, “Are you really my dad?”
A mixed look of confusion and panic flashed across his father’s handsome face, though he tried as best as he could to hide it behind a big, friendly smile.
“Why, what do you mean, son?” he said, trying to keep up the facade.
“I mean, look at the way you’re dressed right now,” Austin gave as an example, “I know that my dad is proud of his body and everything, but he would never wear something like that around the house.”
“Well, I’m just trying out a new style, that’s all.”
“And, I’ve seen the guys you’ve had over to the house late at night. I’ve seen them sneaking out in the mornings. And one of my friends said that they saw you had a profile on Grindr.”
“Oh!” his father blushed, “Son, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. I’ve just been wanting to meet some new people, that’s all.”
“Yeah, gay people! And I think you’re doing more than just ‘meeting’ them!” Austin scoffed, "Come on! My dad is the straightest guy I know. There’s no way he’s turned into this big gay Daddy type of a guy like almost overnight. Look, just tell me who you are and what happened to my dad. I’m not going to freak out or anything, okay? I just want to know.”
“Okay. I’m not your dad.”
The big man slumped his head down over his muscular shoulders just a little bit and looked firmly down at the floor. He knew that Austin would figure things out eventually, but it had been fun pretending to be his father while it had lasted.
“So, who are you?”
“Do you remember a kid named Jeremy Taylor?”
“Jeremy!” Austin gasped, “From middle school?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy admitted, “I had a really big crush on your dad back then, and after you guys moved away, I found a way to possess, I mean, like, take over other people’s bodies. So, I was thinking about your dad one day, kind of randomly, and I thought it would be fun to see if I could find him and take over his body for a little bit. That was a couple weeks ago, and, Austin, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed inside of him like this for so long.”
Austin wasn’t exactly sure of what kind of an answer he was going to get, but he surely wasn’t expecting that one. What surprised him the most, though, once he had gotten past the initial shock of it all, was that he actually thought it was kind of cool. He and his father hadn’t been on the best of terms ever since Austin had come out as gay the year before, and he had found it kind of nice seeing his dad acting so relaxed and okay with being gay all of a sudden.
“You know, maybe you can stay inside of him for a little while longer,” Austin admitted, “I’ve kind of liked having you as my dad the past couple of weeks.”
“Really?” Jeremy’s face lit up with a giant grin, “Do you mean it?”
“Yeah, but can you maybe cover up a little bit while we’re at home?”
“Oh! Sorry about that,” Jeremy blushed, “Your dad just has such a hot body!”
He gave his big muscles a flex, seemingly still in awe at the size and shape of them.
“Hey, hey,” Austin cautioned, “That’s my dad you’re talking about!”
“Okay, okay,” Jeremy winked and then slipped back into a more fatherly persona, “I’ll go put on some clothes, and then how about I make us some lunch, and you can tell me some more about that boy at school that you’ve been talking to?”
“Sure, Dad,” Austin smiled, “I’d really like that.”
“Maybe you need an older officer to talk to us, kid. Cannot really believe that we offend any law whatsoever if you two keep trembling like a pussy in the face of people like us. There’s plenty of big brutes out there that could really caused harm and not all of them are as nice as we are. So, if no one brave enough to man up and tell us what we did wrong, do excuse us because we’re running late,”
The two police actually trembled simply because they witnessed the two college jock aged in front of them as they became younger, losing all the scar, muscle, tattoos and all their wrinkles while the two lean jocks packed with dense adult muscle, their arm beefing up in size as their face getting rougher and gaining that strong husky feature that replaced the smooth, preppy jock look they possessed before. There’s an air of charisma and confidence exuding from the now two muscular late 40s year old as they drive away and left the young police dumbfounded, their drool dropped to the road as their memory rewritten itself in their mind, what a tough day for the two rookie.
“How do you feel now, musclehead?” I said while crossing my hand in front of the biggest jock in town, Bryan. He can only stare at me with full anger, blank page of answer sheet laid in front of him.
I walk around and then stop right at his back, his handsome face still frowning because of the question in front of his eyes. I don’t even need a sheet of paper, I can answer those questions easily now as I’m inside his real body now.
I’m Bryan Ferguson, the star quarterback and currently a senior in my town local high school. Everyone from our town to the neighboring areas knew me and well, it’s hard to not notice me since I’m 6’5” tall and weighed more than 190 pounds of a hulking muscle.
My life is a blast and I know a lot of them can only imagine a live like me. But then, I stumbled into the biggest problem I’ve ever met in the form of Mr. Lyle Mackenzie.
He is summoned to our town from San Francisco and somehow, I ended up in his class. He teaches Physics and the school required me to take the class if I want to graduate this year and guess what? After using the nerd to work on my task, fucking Cindy Palgrave so she’s willing to work on the task that demanded me to be paired with her by herself and aced my quizzes and middle exam due to the help of Higashi the Japanese nerd, he caught me cheating in the final and that’s it, all in a sudden, my graduation is in the line. He gave me goddamn F and then he, with such attitude, dared to use our school speaker that located in the principal’s room and then said
“I came to this school because they said this is the school of champion. But today, someone with such disgrace, dared to wreck this school’s reputation by cheating. If any of you stumbled upon Bryan Ferguson, our favorite star quarterback *fuck, he said this one with such sarcasm I clenched my fist*, tell him right in his face that our school is not accepting a cheater. Who knows? Maybe other than cheating in exam, he also cheated with you girls, luring you so he can take advantage of you, or maybe, just maybe, he cheated by using steroid so he can be that big? Nobody knows, but once again I declared that this school is not accepting a cheater,”
“We’re not accepting a cheater!” screamed a nerd right at my face. I stared at him
“Shut up squirt!” I grabbed his head and shove him to his respective locker as I made my way home, no one dared to cross on my path
On my way to my home, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. I was so furious at him, how the hell he judged me like that? I mean, okay I cheat, but when you have no interest at particular class and you understand nothing, the only way to graduate is by cheating and cheating only. And that steroid part, fuck him, I worked my body harder than anyone in this goddamn town and using steroid never crossed into my mind. At that point, there was this weird thought about how I wish he felt what I felt…..you know……feeling blank even though we’ve studied until we reached the maximum limit of our body.
Imagine my expression when the following morning I woke up in a furry, 40-something body, with a cum soaked blanket covering my hard on and there’s this delicate hand of a women right at my junk. I hold myself to not scream as I explored my body…..fuck this old guy jacked with some good stuff. His biceps is big, his triceps is also great, and he still has that nice pecs and set of abs even though he’s not that young anymore. As I tried to move out from bed, the woman beside me woke up and said
“Where are you going, Lyle?”
I was starstrucked. Did she just call me Lyle? I dashed to the bathroom and that was when it hit me, I somehow ended up in the body of Mr. Mackenzie. I washed and pinched my face to assure me whether it is real or not and right after that, I instantly felt this sharp pain on my head, like I’ve been injected by memories of this body that I currently occupy. Minutes later, all of his memory, his inhibition and his body reflex belong to me, assuring my chance to work my way up as Mr. Lyle Mackenzie. I finally feel triumphant seeing him now trapped in my body, unable to work on any questions as the time ticking by to an end. I pat him on the shoulder and said
“Is it hard for your tiny brain to work on this question? It’s very basic, Bryan, I can answer that even without writing anything” I said to him, smiling from ear to ear
He lifted his cap and scratched his hair, my habit every time I got panic attack.
“Now, how do you feel to work on such question with brain like that? Wanna know the answer?”
He stared at me, slightly begging as he is the only one that taking remedial test. I smirked at his desperate face and unzip my pants, revealing the throbbing cock and put it right above his answer sheet
“Suck it, and you pass,” and he eagerly put his own former cock right in his mouth, trying any way to pass this class, but I can assure you that I’ll keep this huge jock around for one extra year, marking him as my personal cum dump from this very moment. Maybe I can make my former friends failed to, another good cocksucker won’t be bad, right?
I know there’s something wrong with those kids that camped near our cabin. They acted very weird all night long and turned out they are even sicker than what I expected. Last night was quite clear that those kids aren’t your nice neighborhood kids. They smoked, drinking heavily and speak in such horrible manner. I even saw two of them jacked their dick off in this goddamn dark wood like, what the fuck? Those kids are totally insane. And now, I tried so hard to not puke as I witness them putting on my colleagues body like some kind of bodysuits. They hi-fived and then smelling each other body while the other checking out the money inside everyone’s wallet. One of them who just closed his eyes inside Aaron’s body suddenly opened its eyes, Aaron’s eyes and speak the same way Aaron would
“One guy is missing, we should find him!”
“Should we just wait? I mean, sooner or later that one guy will be back….whoa….the missing guy is fucking hot based on this dude memory….fuck I should have just waited for him instead of taking this one. I’m rich but look at this dick, fucking tiny,”
They all laughed and that’s when I heard a voice right behind my ear
"After all I've done, you don't expect me to get out from your father's body, right?"
"B.....but.....I thought it would be a temporary thing,"
"Oh stupid meathead. Do you think I'll let you getaway with all the problems in your life that easy? Besides, pretty sure you will fuck another things up again and rather than re-possessing your dad, why not stay inside him?"
"Y....you cannot do that,"
"And why is that, son?" I caress his cheek with my hand, the track and field star shuddered in my hand, yeah, some memories of beating surfaced and no wonder he's so afraid of his father or should I said, me, now.
"B....because.....you...you are not my dad,"
And then seconds later he landed on the floor after I smack the shit out of him. He screamed and begged for forgiveness, mixture of his fear towards his father and probably a hint of regret as he treated me like shit since the day we became roommate in college. But somehow I'm not in merciful mood so I grab him by the chin and then directly spit on his face
"Now you better behave, campus banned you from any sporting activities until they finish their investigation and from now on you will live in this house and commute to campus with me you ungrateful son of a bitch,"
He looked like a total mess and I cannot help but getting my hard-on watching the track and field captain destroyed in fear. I really want to gag him with his own father's cock once more but I guess I'll jack myself in my fucking BMW, wanna bask in the luxury that I'll live into in the next months.....or maybe years
Original Author: Trading Game
Published: 05-07-2015
Original link: here! (Internet Archive)
The last thing I remember, I was in Trevor’s pick up. We finally had a chance to get away for a while. It was going to be just the two of us, we were heading to our favorite spot by the lake. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a cold chill and I blacked out. I don’t know how long I was out. I woke up back at home, drenched in sweat. I found myself laying on my son’s bed. Why am I in Dylan’s room? How did I even get home? I sat up and noticed a book lying next to me. The title implied it was some kind of spell book but, when I opened it, all the pages were blank. Dylan is always getting into weird stuff like this. Where is he?
“Dylan!” I yelled….more like squeaked. Whats wrong with my voice? I yelled again. Still not right. I walked into the bathroom to get some water from the tap. Thats when I saw my reflection. Or I guess I should say Dylan’s reflection!
“What happened to me?!” I yelled. Finally recognizing my current voice as my son’s. I ran out of the bathroom. I looked everywhere for Dylan’s phone before finding on the floor next to his bed. I dialed my phone number. Went to voicemail. “Shit! I need to go find my body!” I took a few deep breaths and started looking for clothes. I found a shirt, but then I smelled it. The bitter smell of sweat coming from me. I should probably take a shower first. I walked back into the bathroom, was about to turn on the shower, when i saw my reflection again. Shouldn’t be a big deal if I shower in my son’s body right? I mean I don’t have a lot of choices…
I had woken up without a shirt. Looking at my current body, I was almost embarrassed. At 16 years old, Dylan should have more muscle. He’s so scrawny. I put my hand on his abs. With the amount of body hair I have, compared to him, it’s almost hard to believe he’s actually my son. Well here goes. I dropped his basketball shorts, to the floor. The briefs he was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination. We will have a talk about his choice in underwear, when we switch back. I dropped those to the floor too. “Well that’s underwhelming…” I said. Does he shave, or is he just naturally hairless? Dylan is maybe average size. Nothing special. Clearly he got the better deal in this situation, assuming he is in my body. Which if he is, he better not dare look in my pants!
I turned on the shower and hopped in. Feeling the water raining on my bare skin felt great. I rubbed some soap on my chest. Damn, Dylan’s younger body is so much more sensitive then mine! Water was pounding my chest, rolling down my stomach. I could feel it dripping off my dick. I started to get a boner. I couldn’t even help it! I put my hand on it and cupped my balls as it continued to grow. Okay, Dylan may look average at first, but he is definitely a grower! At this point, all my inhibitions were gone. I started thinking of Trevor has I jerked off. I wish I was in my own body, with him right now. I finally came. It shot all over the wall, while I yelled. Orgasms feel so much better when your sixteen!
Thats when it hit me. Trevor. If Dylan actually is in my body with Trevor…That means he’s going to find out about us! I turned off the water and dried off. Putting on the first clothes I could find I rushed downstairs. I called my phone again, straight to voicemail this time. I grabbed by keys and got in my car. Hopefully no one catches me, Dylan doesn’t have his license yet.
I pulled onto the dirt trail and parked next to Trevor’s truck. Thats when I saw him. Trevor walked up to my car and opened the door. I wanted to touch him. To tell him what happened. But I bit my tongue.
“Dylan? What are you doing here? Are you even allowed to drive?” He asked.
“Uhh, yea, I got my learners permit. Where’s my dad? I need to talk to him…alone.”
“He’s in the lake, go on ahead. I’ll give you guys some time.”
Running up the trail to the water front was miserable. This body is not used to hiking, or any kind of manual labor. I reached the waterfront, barely able to breath. I could see me, or at least my body, in the water. He must have heard me walking up.
“Ready to go another round, Trev? He said, before turning around.
“Excuse me?!” I shouted. Thats when he turned around.
“Dad?! Wha- What are you doing here?!”
“I could ask you the same thing! What have you been doing with Trevor?! Get out of the water!” He was hesitant at first. Then slowly made his way to the shore. The water was getting lower and lower on his body, until I could see my old dick hanging there. He was naked! I can’t believe he is going around naked in my body!
“Are you kidding?! Where are my pants?! Cover me up!” I was furious. I may have done some exploring of my own, but at least I did it in the shower. Not in public!
“Fine, your body is pretty dang amazing, though” He began touching himself all over. “I am a little disappointed you didn’t pass down your huge dick to me. Im sure you’ve already seen how much smaller mine is” I blushed. He finally put jeans on.
“Listen, Dylan, we need to figure out what happened and switch us back.”
“I already know what happened. It was a spell book a bought. I will switch us back when I get home, the spell is in the book.” He said.
“You mean the book that was on your bed when we swapped?”
“Yea, why?”
“I looked in that book Dylan. The pages are blank. The entire thing is blank! Do you remember the spell?” Dylan’s look of shock and worry said it all. I was panicking now. I feel like I got punched in the stomach. “Does that mean this is permanent?!”
“I don’t know, dad! I have never done this before! I don’t want to be you forever. I just wanted to have sex with Trevor a few more times then I was going to head home.
“You had sex with Trevor?! You know what. Never mind. If this is permanent, it could be a lot worse for me. I mean I just got, like, 20 years back!” Thats when Trevor walked up to us.
“Okay” Trevor said, “Time you got going, Dylan. Your dad and I have some hunting to do” he said, smiling.
“Your right, I should get going.” I said. “I will see you at home, dad!” I shouted as I walked away. I could see the look of fear on his face as I left. Oh well. Guess he will have to figure things out on his own.
Original Author: Trading Game
Published: 05-06-2015
Original link: here! (Internet Archive)
I have always had a fascination with magic. Last week I went to an old used book store and found a dusty old ‘Book of Spells’, tucked away on a bottom shelf. Did I honest think it was real? No. But the book was nice leather binding and, worst case, would make cool decoration. I took it to the employee and she told me that I better know what I’m doing. She said spells can be interpreted many ways, you don’t always know what the outcome will be. I played it cool, acting like I already knew. I mean its probably all just mumbo jumbo anyway. I bought the book and left.
Today, my dad left for a hunting trip with his best friend. They will be gone for a few days. Which means its perfect time to test out the spell book. I was laying on my bed reading through it, when I found a levitation spell. I read the spell aloud…nothing happened. Read it again…still nothing. With a sigh, I set the book down and looked at the ceiling. Thats when I saw my cell phone floating above me. “Holy Shit!” I yelled. I reached up and grabbed my phone. “It really works!”
I read through more of the book and found a page about astral projection. “Interesting, this could be fun” I thought. It says I need to focus on where I want to be and then read the spell. “Hmm, where do I want to be?” Thats when I thought about my dad and his hunting trip. I have always wanted to go with him, but he always tells me its not for kids. At 16, he still thinks of me as a kid.
So I focus on my dad and read the spell. I felt nauseous for a moment, then everything went black. I woke up in the passenger seat of a pick up truck. Looking out the window I see tons of trees, we were approaching a lake. I started to panic.
“You alright Dave?”
I looked to my left and saw my dad’s friend Tyler. Isn’t he supposed to be hunting with my dad? Why did he call me Dave? thats my dads name…
“I’m fine, where are we?” This isn’t right, that wasn’t my voice. I looked down….thats not my body! My hands are huge and my arms are hairy. My arms, so much muscle. I began feeling my arms and chest, flexing. I was wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt….which was definitely not what I was wearing a moment ago.
We pulled onto a dirt trail and parked. “We are at the usual place” Tyler said, watching me touch myself in confusion. “You sure you’re alright, Dave?”
“Y-yea” Dave, theres the name again. I need a mirror. Pulling down the visor on the roof, there was a mirror. Thats when I saw it, or I guess saw HIM. My dad. I am in my dads body! I was only supposed to project myself here! Just to observe! Thats when I felt a vibration in the pocked of the jeans I am now wearing. I pulled out my dad’s phone. It was me calling. Or at least my phone. “Hey Tyler I need a minute with this” I said, giving my best impression of my dad.
“Thats fine, I’ll go start setting up camp” He got out of the truck and walked into the woods.
I looked at the phone again, still ringing. Could it be my dad? In my body? But I didn’t answer it. This was kinda exhilarating. I didn’t want to hear him tell me to come home or something. The phone stopped ringing and panic set in again. It was getting hot in truck and I started sweating. I got out and started pacing. What am I going to do, can I even reverse this? I need air. Still sweating, I pulled off the shirt my dad had put on this morning, walking towards the lake.
Looking down “Holy Shit, dad!” He is ripped! Look at these abs! I touched them, running my big hand through the hair on my stomach, circling my belly button. I just wanted to explore. I felt my pecs, my hardening nipples. Rubbed my hands in my beard. Smelled the sweat on my arms. Thats when I felt it, the tightening in my jeans. My heart fluttered a moment. If I have my dad’s body….i have his dick. Can I look at it? SHOULD I be looking at it? Should I even be this turned on by my dad?
My hands slid down the my waistline. I felt the bulge I was creating, on the outside of the jeans. I wanted to savor this. Everything feels so different. I unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zipper. No underwear dad? Really? That just turns me on more! I looked around, checking for Tyler. Coast is clear. I reached inside, passing the thick hair. Clearly you don’t trim. Thats when I grabbed it, my borrowed erection. I let out a moan. I didn’t even know it was possible to have one this big. I stroked it a couple times, tickling the tip.
Thats when I felt a hand slide into the backside of my jeans, grabbing my ass. I turned and saw Tyler. “Starting without me?” he said, smiling. He leaned in and kissed me. I was in shock. Frozen there, with my hand in my pants. Now I know why you don’t invite me, dad. I realized I was still grasping my cock and pulled my hand out. Tyler took my arm, sliding my hand into his pants. “Why don’t we head back to the tent?” he whispered.
Over the past three years, I’ve had a thing for one of my coworkers. Nick is perfect; good looking, smart, funny, quiet, strong. Dark hair, dreamy eyes. Perfect package. The only problem is…he’s straight (and married). So I basically have no chance with him. Eventually though, I stopped admiring from afar and started talking to him. We actually became pretty good friends. He still has not idea that I’d fuck him blind, if he asked. Nick recently invited me over to his house for the first time. I was stoked. I mean it’s great I get to hang out with a friend, but I also get to learn so much more about him. Of course, the entire time I was there, I just wanted to rip his pants off. He always has the greatest bulge.
Nick was giving me a tour of his house when he showed me his bedroom. It was while we were in the bedroom, when he said he had to go to the bathroom. He walked out of the room, leaving me alone. Of course, now was my chance, I started snooping. I looked in the closet and found a pair of Under Amour underwear in his clothes basket. I smelled them. The smell of his sweat mixed with the cologne he wears….amazing. I started getting turned on. I heard the sink running in the other room, he will be back any minute. I panicked and just shoved the underwear into my pocket. We ended ended up watching a movie and then I left. Unfortunately, no sexual advances from him.
When I got home, I pulled the underwear out of my pocket. I smelled them again, instantly getting a boner. I took off my pants and rubbed one out, thinking about nothing but Nick. When I was finished I took a shower. Walking back to bedroom, I saw the underwear sitting on my bed. “What the hell” I thought, and pulled them on. Nick is a bit more muscular than I am so they didn’t fit too well. But I loved it anyway. I began walking around my house with nothing but his underwear on. Grabbing my laptop, I tried to plug in the charger when I got a pretty good shock. Like and electrocution you would se in a cartoon. I felt sick after, my whole body was aching. I went back to my bedroom to lay down.
Thats when it started. I started tensing up, seizing almost. I could barely move. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I reached for my phone, to call 911, but only knocked it off my bed. I couldn’t even think, the pain was so bad. I could barely breath and started to pass out. My arms looked like there was bugs crawling under my skin. It looked like I was changing? Everything went black.
I woke up again several hours later. I felt sick. I wanted to puke, but I just laid there. Remembering what had happened, I began looking for my phone. I rolled over and grabbed it off the floor. I had ten missed calls from Nick. “What is so important?” I thought. Then I saw my arm. There was brown hair on my arm. Thats not right. I’m blond, why would I have brown hair on my arm? I began rubbing it. Then went higher and saw my bicep. “That’s bigger, what the hell is going on?” I thought. I looked around my bedroom, everything looked normal. Sitting up, I saw my legs. So muscular, with more brown hair. I was confused, heart racing. I was still wearing Nick’s underwear, but now filling them out much better than I used to. I had a strong case of morning wood. “Is that bigger than normal”
I was still in a fog when I stood up and walked around my bedroom. Just getting out of bed made me feel better. I went into the bathroom to run some water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, I saw Nick. I jumped and turned around….nothing there. Turning back I saw him again, but I didn’t see myself. I raised my hand up, so did Nick. I was seeing my reflection, but it wasn’t my body! I was in Nick’s body!
I backed up and hit the wall. I stared for what felt like a lifetime. I snapped out of it and rushed out of the bathroom. I grabbed my phone to call Nick, but then I saw my reflection again in a window. “That bicep” I thought. I hesitantly walked back into the bathroom and looked at the mirror again. Nick is amazingly hot….well I guess I am hot. I looked at the amazing abs I now have. Lightly covered in hair. That firm chest. I put my arms up and flexed. Admiring everything from his armpits to the v-lines on his hips. His hips. I looked lower, at that bulge again. I wanted to spend some time with Nick’s naked body….but this is not what I had in mind. It makes sense now why the underwear fits me perfectly. I ran my fingers along the waistband considering my options. I have a lot of respect for Nick. Can i really just grope his body like this? Yes. Yes I can. I put my hand inside and gripped my new equipment. It felt different. Different than mine at least. I looked at it. “I guess I’m not circumcised anymore….”
I went back to the bedroom and laid on my bed. Nicks dick was begging to get out of the underwear. I slid then underwear down his toned legs and it sprung to life. I ran my finger up and down it. Nick was at least an inch longer than me, thicker too, it was surrounded in a nice trimmed bush. I touched the tip. The extra skin is so sensitive. I pulled it back and looked at the head. Nicks cock curved slightly to the right, but I loved it. I wrapped by hand around it and began stroking it. I let out a moan. Without letting go of my borrowed cock, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed some lube. I put it directly on my cock and kept stroking. I was almost screaming. Making noises i had never heard Nick make. I could feel everything building up inside me, then I exploded. Launching a warm stream of cum onto my chest. Watching it roll down my abs. Nick’s dick is so sensitive, I am almost mad that my parent’s had me circumcised. I cleaned myself up and then heard my doorbell ring.
I didn’t even realize I was still only wearing underwear when I answered the door. It was me….well my body. “Nick?” I said.
“Shane?” my body replied.
“Yea…”
He was looking up and down, examining my current body. “Is that my underwear?!” he shouted. I looked down, still having a partial erection.
“Umm…yea” I replied.
“How did you get those? Why are you even wearing them?”
“Look, that’s not important. We obviously switched bodies and we need to figure out how to switch back” I said.
He couldn’t stop looking at my body. He was breathing heavy and mumbling. Wait. That is how I acted when I was watching Nick. He is turned on! Did he get my hormones with m body? I stepped closer to him. I could see him sweating. I grabbed his hand and pulled it towards me. He pulled away at first, but let it happen. I put his hand on my cock. I though he was going to pass out. I could see my old dick growing in his pants. I pulled him inside. Dropped my underwear. He just stared.
“I know that’s mine…but I want it in a whole new way now” he said.
I am about to graduate high school and have no plans to go to college. My parents deem this unacceptable. Every day they yell at me about how they won’t allow their only daughter to go through life without a college degree. I try to explain to them how, I don’t even know what I would go to to school for, but they won’t listen. I can’t take the arguing anymore. All it’s doing is stressing me out.
My parent’s went out to dinner tonight, so I thought I would invite my best friend Anthony over for pizza. The second he arrived at my house, I lost it. I just went off on how close minded and cruel my parents are being. I vented to him until I was almost in tears. He listened to every word, didn’t interrupt once. That just makes me realize how lucky I am to have him as a friend.
After a long silence, Anthony finally spoke. “You know, if you want, you’re welcome to come spend a week or two at my place. My parents won’t mind. It will be a kind of vacation for you” he smiled.
“I honestly wish I could. Theres no way my parents would let me be gone that long” I said. “It has nothing to do with you, but I am not on good enough terms with them to ask for a ‘vacation’.”
He stared at the ground for a moment. Then said, “What if I told you, you could spend some time away and your parents wouldn’t even notice?”
I laughed, “i’d say you’re crazy! Theres no way they wouldn’t notice.”
“But, if you could, you would?” he asked.
“Well duh, no reason to live in a dream though” I replied.
Anthony moved over and sat next to me. “Here, give me her hands” He grabbed each of my hands and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled. “Stop talking and close your eyes”. I don’t know what is going on, but i do what he says. I started feeling dizzy, like I was floating. “Wha-”
Then I heard a familiar girls voice. “Open your eyes”
I opened my eyes and saw myself. “What the fuck?!” I yelled in a deep, masculine, voice. “What the fuck?!” I yelled again, grabbing my throat. I felt stubble on my neck, it was on my cheeks too. The person that looked like me, was just watching and laughing. “Whats going on?”
“Exactly what you wanted.” My body said. “This way you can go stay at my house for a while, to get a break from your parents”
“Anthony?!” I said, astonished. “What did you do?”
“I swapped our bodies, it’s just something I can do” He said, smiling.
I was breathing heavily. I put my hand on my stomach, it was so flat. I looked down. My skin is so much darker, I thought. Looking at the strange hand in front of my eyes. I was wearing a tight v-neck shirt and jeans. The clothes Anthony had on only moments ago. I was shaking. “Oh my god” I said, Standing up I began walking around the living room.
“Katie, calm down. I can switch us back if you want. I was just trying to help”
Right when he said that I stopped and froze in place. I practically stopped breathing.
“Katie? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can feel it.” I whispered.
“Feel what?”
“IT. Your thing. In your pants. I can feel it. How am I even supposed to walk?!”
Anthony laughed. “Yeaaa, you’ll have to get used to that.”
I have to admit, regardless of how scared I am right now, I am a little curious. Anthony has been my friend for years, but I have always been attracted to him.
He must have picked up on the look of curiosity I had on his former face. “You want to look at it? I mean, you’ll see it eventually. Might as well get it out of the way.”
I smirked. “You don’t mind?”
“Hey, it was my idea to swap. I knew what I was allowing you access to.”
“Let’s go to my room!” I shouted. I started hobbling towards the stairs.
“What are you doing? He asked.
“I don’t know. This is weird. What if I crush it between your legs?”
“You won’t, don’t worry. Just walk normal” I walked as normal as I could. I don’t know if i can get used to this. We walked into my room and I closed the door. I stared at Anthony. “Go ahead” he told me.
I pulled off my shirt, pausing for a moment to smell the musky cologne I was wearing. I ran my hands through the dark hair on my head. I got startled for a moment, forgetting how short it is. I slid my hands up and down my rippling abs. “How did I not know your were in such good shape?” He only smiled and watched. I think he is actually getting off on this! I put my fingers on the v-lines on my hips. Amazing. I felt a tingle go through my stomach.
I reached for the button on the jeans. Pausing for a moment. “You know” I said, “I have occasionally snuck peeks at your bulge. Always wondering”
“Well now it’s your bulge, stop wondering and get a real peek.”
I dropped the jeans to my ankles. These legs are so hairy! And these thighs! I can trace the muscles! I am wearing red boxer briefs. I can see the outline of Anthony’s cock. Out of nervousness, I grabbed the sides of the soft underwear and pulled it up for a moment.
“Come on Katie, don’t stop now.”
I put my hands on my stomach. Starting at my belly button, I followed my faint happy trail to the waistband. Sticking my thumbs in, I pulled the waistband out and looked inside. Yep there it was, leaning to the right. Right under a light patch of black hair. This is wrong I thought, letting the waistband snap back to my body, but I don’t care! I slid the underwear to my ankles. “Damn, Anthony.”
“Ha, you think you’ll be able to make it through the week?”
“You know, I think I may survive.” I couldn’t stop staring at it. I put my pants on my firm ass and swiveled my hips. Letting this new cock sway and hit my thighs. Smiling I looked up at Anthony, then looked back down. “Oh no!”. It’s getting stiff. I grabbed it out of a panic, but it only made it harder. “What do I do?!”
“Chill, just grab it and slid your on it.” I gabbed it. Sliding up and down. It was rock hard, just pointing straight out from my body.
Anthony stood up. “No, your grip is too tight.” He walked behind me and leaned up against my backside. I saw my former hand reach around my right side and grab the dick. Slowly, he was caressing it. “The best part is right under the tip” he said, tickling it. I was moaning, I didn’t know Anthony’s voice could make such a sensual sound.
“Okay, let me try!” He let go and I took his place. Gliding my rough hands over the smooth sensitive skin. Yea, I could get used to this.
“You know what’s even better?” He asked, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around. My hard-on hit his hip has a turned. “This” he said getting down on his knees.
“Hey! Don’t forget your in my body! I am not going to le-” He slid my dick into his mouth. “-oh, fuck!” I put my hand on the back of his head and started thrusting my hips. It was only getting better until I let out the loudest moan yet. My dick was seizing in his mouth. I came so much, a little came out the side of his mouth. I sat down in the chair next to me, panting, and just watched my penis shrink back to its original state. It laid against the side of my leg. Sliding the the underwear back up, and adjusting myself to give me a great bulge, “This is going to be the best week, ever”.
Ever since my ex-wife and I divorced, my son, Steven, has been unbearable. We are always fighting. He contradicts everything I say and breaks all the rules I set for him. I just don’t know what do to with him anymore. He’s turning 17 tomorrow, and I have been debating whether or not I should bother getting him a gift. Eventually I decided it would be best if i just got him something, even though he doesn’t really deserve it.
I was at the mall when he called me. I answered, but all he did was argue with me about whether or not her could go see his girlfriend tonight. I refused multiple times, before he hung up on me. Putting my phone back into my pocket, I noticed an old man looking at me. I gave him a strange look, but he still approached me. He told me how he couldn’t help but overhear my conversation (yeah right, he was definitely eavesdropping). He told me he had a way to help me and Steven see eye to eye. I laughed and told him thats impossible. Thats when he pulled out two pairs of blue underwear.
He said if my son and I wear the underwear at the same time, we will finally understand each other. Okay, if I didn’t think he was crazy then, I definitely think he is now. I laughed and explained how there was no way that my son and I would be getting along anytime soon. He insisted I take the underwear. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help (and the underwear looked clean) so I took both pairs and thanked him. We chatted for a bit (mainly me listening to his crazy talk), then he smiled and walked away.
I arrived at home shortly after. I noticed Steven was not home, completely disregarding what I said on the phone. Typical. I looked at the underwear the old man gave me, figured I would give him the benefit of the doubt. I grabbed the smaller pair and went to Steven’s room. Opened his dresser drawer, three other pairs laid within. I threw those in the dirty clothes basket, replacing them with the new pair, as to guarantee he wears the right pair. Getting ready to go to sleep, I looked at the remaining pair. “Screw it” I thought. Stripping down first, I pulled on the blue briefs. “Byjou? Never even heard of this brand”.
I woke to a dog barking outside. Damn neighbors never trained their dog, it barks at everything. Opening my eyes I saw grey bedsheets. “This isn’t right” I though, my sheets are red. Sitting up, I felt lighter. It was strange. I scratched my chest. “something is wrong” I thought in a panic. I wasn’t feeling my usual hairy chest. Now it’s smooth. Looking down I was much slimmer. I was still wearing blue briefs, but not the ones I went to bed in. After staring, in panic, for almost a minute; I recognized the underwear as the ones I put in Steven’s drawer last night. “No, no, no, no” I thought, running to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and froze.
Looking back at me was Steven’s smooth 17 year old body. “This is not what I wanted!” I yelled, running my hand through my, I mean Steven’s, hair. My heart was racing. Pacing back and forth in the bathroom, I almost couldn’t breath. Then I realized, “the underwear!”. That must have caused this. Not even thinking, I pulled them off and threw them across the room. I looked back in the mirror, nope still Steven.
Thats when my eyes went down. “I should not be look–holy shit”. Steven has a great body. The shaped pecs, the tight abs. He is even pretty well hung. Not as well off as I was before, but for 17? He must make his girlfriend happy. Just thinking about it gave me a boner. I reached for it….then stopped. “Can I? I mean i would be touching my son’s dick.” after brief internal debate, I grabbed it. So smooth. So hard. So…sensitive. I began stroking it, but then I remembered what the old man, at the mall, had told me. So I stopped.
Looking back at my new face I took a deep breath and put the blue briefs back on. Walking into Steven’s room, I heard clanging noises coming from the kitchen. “Steven! I didn’t even think about him. If i am him, he must be….” I ran downstairs and found him in the kitchen. And by him, I mean my son in my 38 year old body.
He looked at me, smiling.
“What’s up, dad?”
“Steven, what are you doing?”
“Making coffee”
“Umm…have you not noticed what is going on?”
“I am not an idiot dad” he said, rolling his eyes,”we swapped bodies”
“You’re not even concerned???”
“Well I was at first, but lets see. I am stronger now, better looking, and…” he pulls open the waistband on his briefs and looks inside, “I am much better off than I was before.” he winked “So things could be worse, therfore I don’t even care how it happened.” he smiled.
I felt a bit of rage after he looked at my dick…then I remembered I touched his…
“I can’t believe you don’t even care, Steven.” I said, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter. If that crazy man in the mall was right, as long as nether of us have an orgasm in each other’s body, we will swap back in two days.”
“Ummmm, there may be an issue with that”
“What?”
“I may have already had an orgasm…”
“YOU WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“Well I woke up and noticed what happened, panicked, and ran to my old bedroom. I saw you sleeping and figured I would let you sleep. I went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. I have never noticed how fit you are.” he flexed my biceps, then put his hands on my chest. “And I am growing hair in places i never could before. Anyway, its hard to miss this bulge you make in these briefs dad!”
I do fill them pretty well, “Then what?!” I yelled.
“Then I, well you, well your dick got rock hard. I was hesitant at first, but figured you wouldn’t know the difference. So, I pulled it out and started stroking it. I couldn’t stop. It felt amazing, you are way bigger than I-”
“Stop! I can’t believe you jerked off in my body! Let alone touched my dick!”
“How was I supposed to resist? You have a great body! I Just kept going until I practically exploded. Besides, I am sure you touched mine!”
“Thats not important…”
“I knew it! How did it feel? It doesn’t even matter, cause apparently it’s yours now. If this is permanent, I am perfectly okay with this!” he said has he rubbed my former abs and slid his hands into his underwear, grasping the thing I once called my own.
“Stop that!”
“Why? I can do what ever I want to my own body!” he was getting hard. I couldn’t even watch this. I ran into my new bedroom and laid on the bed.
Looking down at my new body, only one thing came to mind. “Well, I might as well…” I pulled my new cock out and looked at it. Maybe an inch smaller. Small mole near the head. “I am going to have to get used to this” I thought, getting hard. I began stroking it. It felt amazing. I kept going until i blew a load all over my hands. Panting an sweating I laid there. I heard a noise and looked towards the doorway and saw my dad.
“Next time, theres lube in the nightstand. Happy Birthday.” he said, laughing, and walked away.
I’ll be honest, I’m kind of addicted to writing these. It’s very fun and fulfills something in me I didn’t know about. Hopefully you guys won’t mind being spammed by TF and Swap stories while I have an itch to write them… after awhile the hype will die down and I’ll try to write more slowly and thoughtfully …
Oh man, I thought I was pissed at my dad before, but this time what he’s done REALLY takes the cake.
While my dad was away playing with my friends, I thought I would try a sip of alcohol, just a sip I swear! Since he’s going out pretending to be a kid, I might as well get to enjoy pretending to be an adult. I figured I wouldn’t really get to legally decide if I like the stuff for a couple more years, so why not try it now? Well unfortunately for me, my dad just happened to walk in while I was finishing off a beer, and uh, he wasn’t very happy. He decided that putting me in his fat, middle aged body wasn’t punishment enough, so he switched me and my grandfather’s bodies! I can’t BELIEVE him!
The second the swap took place, I was shocked. I’ve done my best to avoid acknowledging my physical appearance so far, maybe I can just keep my eyes averted awhile longer… I thought my grandfather would be stoked to be a kid again for awhile, but he doesn’t seem to happy with my dad. When I left to get groceries (As per terms of my punishment, getting groceries as my grandpa), I thought I heard them arguing about something.
After struggling to find what I was told to get, I was finally on my way home. It was so hard to read any of the labels with my grandfather’s eyes. I’m not blind or anything, but small text is definitely an issue in this body. When I got home,(driving is super scary by the way, I barely know how) I opened the door to find my father sitting defeated in his chair with his head in his hands. My grandfather stood looking guiltily out the window in the corner.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, wondering what could possibly have them so upset.
“Son,” my dad started, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I never was a Wizard, I just wanted you to think that so you wouldn’t question my power or my ability to punish you.”
This news wasn’t so bad, it didn’t change the fact that he could switch our bodies, or other people’s for that matter.
“Well what’s up then?” I pried, since they hadn’t really given me a straight answer.
“This whole time I’ve been using an amulet with the ability to switch people’s bodies. Your grandfather knew about it, and hasn’t totally approved of me using the artifact to punish you in such a strange fashion.” my dad said.
Over in the corner my grandfather’s face hardened, I could tell he didn’t like the next part. But as for the reason why? I suppose I would have to listen and find out.
“When you were leaving to take care of the groceries, your grandfather and I got into an argument. He said I shouldn’t be using the amulet like this, since he didn’t even consent to being put in your body. He smashed the amulet, thinking it would restore you guys to your proper bodies … He was wrong, and now there’s no other way for you two to switch back.”
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, I was suddenly very aware of the body that I would now have to call mine, paying extra care to the details I had ignore before. Rushing to the bathroom to find the largest mirror we owned, tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my grandfather’s … no…my body.
I had far more hair on my body than I had ever known before. I might as well call it fur at this point, with how dense it is. While that can be said about my body hair, the hair on my head was far less full. I felt the smooth surface of the bald spot on my head, twiling my hand through my gray hairs. Lastly I brought my hands to my stomach. I thought my dad was heavyset, but my grandfather … I pulled up on the flesh that hung over my waistband, letting it fall and jiggle in front of me. I rubbed my belly over and over in disbelief. I had just lost so much of my life, and I wasn’t ever going to get it back.
