The Resort
(Original story posted June 8th 2024) This story has been mildly Updated!
Nobody had heard from Gerald in over a week. He’d been sure to tell everyone that he was heading on an exclusive trip to a high end resort. It’d been offered to him completely free of charge and promised to be one of the best getaway’s of his life. Apparently it was only offered to those of a high status and Gerald certainly fit that mould. Not only did he have rich successful parents but he’d also landed himself a high paying job of his own thanks to various family ties.
I had to admit I was jealous when he told me. After all I was in the 1% as well right? Gerald and I had been close friends our whole lives so I was understandably envious after he’d been extended this opportunity. Yet despite that I was happy for him nonetheless and wished him well. And at first everything seemed fine. That is until he stopped responding to my messages… or anyone else’s for that matter.
We all assumed he was too engrossed in this trip to check his phone. Or perhaps it’d died and he hadn’t had a chance to charge it? But once a full week had passed with zero communication, everyone was starting to get a little nervous. Gerald’s parents especially. They’d tried calling up the resort that Gerald was supposedly at multiple times to no avail. It’d got to the point where they were considering calling the police. Call it paranoia but anyone that knew Gerald would know this was incredibly unlike him. But just before things could get out of hand, I was the one that finally received a message back from Gerald.
It began with him apologising and explaining it away by saying he’d lost his phone which at the time I had no reason not to believe. He went on to tell me how incredible the trip had been and how he’d been having the greatest time of his life. As he messaged me however, I couldn’t help but feel something was wrong. It was subtle but the way he texted seemed different. Gerald was usually known for using lots of abbreviations and what not. Now though? He was typing all his sentences out in full with correct punctuation and everything. It was weird but like any normal person I didn’t have any real reason to question it. Especially after he put my mind at ease by sending a bunch of photos of himself at this getaway.
As Gerald and I continued messages, he went on and on about how this resort was like heaven on earth. If he wasn’t already rich I would’ve thought someone had paid him to advertise the place. But then came the weirdest part. Apparently this dream resort now wanted to offer a free trip to me as well?! I was a bit taken back by it but the offer was too tempting to refuse. When I questioned him about it he brushed it off as another invitee having refused their invitation so Gerald had been the opportunity to invite a friend instead to fill the spot. And he chose me!
Before long I’d made the arrangements and I was packing up my things to join my best friend. Once I’d reassured Gerald’s friends and family that he was safe, I was hopping on a plane to go meet him just a few days later!
It was a long flight but a few movies and a long nap helped pass the time. It wasn’t long before I was on the ground again and carrying my stuff off the plane before jumping in a taxi. After another hour of driving I finally arrived at this so-called ‘heaven on earth’. And after seeing the place in person, I immediately began to understand why Gerald had been singing its praises. It was a stunning resort placed right by the ocean. It somehow managed to have a very rustic feel and atmosphere to it while also seeming so ornate. The architecture of it all was breathtaking to look at. Already I could see why Gerald got so wrapped up in this place.
Speaking of Gerald, soon after I’d booked in, I found myself bumping into him. Though when his eyes first met mine, there was something off about him. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but he had this strange expression on his face that I’d never seen him wear. It was as if he… plotting? I don’t know how to even put it into words but it didn’t matter as before I could question it, that strange look vanished into a big friendly grin. I shook off the odd feeling I’d had moments prior as he wrapped those muscled arms of his around me, chalking it up to jet lag fogging my brain.
He walked with me as I made my way to the room I’d be staying in while I was here. Well actually it felt more like he was guiding me. Always correcting me when I was about to take a wrong turn. He knew this place like the back of his hand somehow after only a week. Regardless we soon made it to my little ‘home away from home’ as they called it here. Unlocking the door and dragging my things inside as Gerald closed the door behind us.
Little did I know that I’d already sealed my fate.
As I started unpacking my things, Gerald and I got to talking. But as we did I could tell now more than ever that something was wrong. Whenever I tried to talk to him about something like our friends back home, his interests, his hobbies or even his job, he always tried to avoid the conversation. And when he did answer he only gave the most vague and bare bones response possible. It was like he didn’t know anything about his own life. Instead he kept asking me questions. Strange questions. Like how much I was earning nowadays and how many people knew I was on a trip here. And if that hadn’t creeped me out enough, I couldn’t help noticing how his gaze seemed to be scanning my body. Glancing over my form constantly like he was sizing me up or something. It was only made more creepy by the strange look in his eyes.
“Alright that’s it.” I said at last. “What’s up with you Gerald? You’ve been acting weird as fuck since I got here.”
He stayed quiet for a moment as if trying to decide what to say. But eventually his face turned from a cold stare to a soft smirk before letting out a sigh. “Jesus Christ I can’t do this any longer. If I knew it was going to take this long for them to set up the memory transfer then I wouldn’t have been so hasty to invite you down here…” he huffed.
To say I was confused was an understatement. “W-what?? Memory transfer?? What’re you talking about?!?”
“Okay look. I’m not really Gerald. Well… technically I kinda am now but…” He stopped to give his biceps a flex, his smirk growing even wider as they peaked with thick muscle. “You see, the original Gerald was generous enough to donate his young hunky body to me. And so far I’ve gotta give it a solid 5 stars because this body has been an incredible experience since the moment I woke up.”
My mind was reeling with questions as a chilling sense of dread rattled through my bones. I could already feel my fight or flight response kicking in as every instinct was telling me to escape! Telling me to get as far away from this place as I could. Telling me to get away Gerald! But I was too frozen with fear at how the innocent look behind his eyes faded to something far more sinister.
“Alright so maybe donate isn’t the right word.” He continued with a small chuckle. “More like he was forcefully evicted from this body to make room for someone who’s more deserving of it.” Gerald, or the man that was piloting Gerald’s body, turned to the mirror to admire himself. Starting by grabbing his pecs through the thin fabric of his shirt and giving them a rather sexual squeeze. “Mmmmm yeah… I’m so much more deserving of these juicy muscle tits.” He grunted as he bounced his pecs a little before giving himself another quick bicep flex.
Finally I was able to clear the lump in my throat just enough to force out a few words. “W…W-What… the f-fuck… is going o-on.”
He seemed to ignore me at first as he leaned closer towards the mirror, inspecting his face some more. At first admiring his hair and beard before focusing his attention specifically on his forehead. “Damn. Those doctors sure did an amazing patch job. Just a couple days and I can hardly even see where they cut this head open anymore.” He said while tracing his fingers over a faint scar that was almost invisible by this point. I’d hardly even noticed it until now.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” I said a little louder this time, now with more frustration to hide the rising sense of fear.
He only looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Those eyes tracing my body once again. Then without warning he shouted. “You can come in now!”
On cue the door swung open once again and three muscular suited men barged into the room. Before I could even react, they grabbed and restrained me, forcing me down onto my knees. “H-HEY! GET OFF ME! G-GERALD!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!” I screamed desperately.
“What’s happening is you’re about to donate your handsome young body just like Gerald did. It’s gonna go to a very close friend of mine who I’m certain will take very good care of it.” He grinned as he turned to the door. “Hector! You can come in now!” He shouted.
Moments later, a frail old man came shuffling into the room with a cane. “Oooooh wow. You weren’t lying when you said this guy was a looker.” Hector said as he licked his lips while staring at me with a lustful glint in his elderly eyes.
Gerald smiled. “I told you. And pretty soon it’ll be you inside there. You’ll be just like me. Young and full of cum.” He said as he took the old man’s hand and placed it against his own muscular chest. “Soon you’ll be able to touch this new hunky body of mine while being a stud yourself. Then we can worship each other to no end. How does that sound my love?”
The old man beamed at the idea. “Oh yes! I can hardly wait!”
“LET ME GO!” I screamed. “ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY! LET ME GO!!” I thrashed around but it was useless. The three suited men had me tightly restrained with iron clad grips that made escape impossible.
“Alright. How’s this? I’ll explain everything to you as we make our way down to the lab.” Gerald said, signalling to the suited men to pull me up onto my feet again.
Next thing I know I’m being dragged behind Gerald and this Hector guy as we make our way through the resort. We passed a few people on the way but none of them seemed to care no matter how much I pleaded for help. Instead I’m forced to listen as Gerald begins his monologue.
“Well. My Husband Hector and I have been members of this resort for a very long time. I won’t bore you with all the details but long story short we caught wind of some experimental trials being performed here and so the two of us ended up putting some heavy cash towards funding it. Almost everyone here is aware of what goes on but we’re obligated to keep it under wraps. And in exchange for our money and secrecy, we were all promised a procedure once the trials were completed. It took some years I’ll admit. Hector and I were worrying we might kick the bucket before we had our chance but it seems we got lucky after all.” Gerald explained before glancing back at me with a victorious smirk on his face. “So once it was our turn I found your friend Gerald while searching online. Hot. Young. Loaded. I couldn’t ask for anything more. After which the people here were more than happy to send him an invite…”
“What have you done to him??” I asked in a panic. Part of me already had a strong guess as to where he might be but I didn’t want to believe it.
Gerald chuckled. “Come on kid. Isn’t it obvious? The experimental procedures they’ve been practicing at this resort are human brain transplants. Taking them out of one body and putting them in another.” Once again he flexed a bicep like he just couldn’t help himself. “Soon after the old Gerald arrived here, we had him restrained and taken down to the lab where he was put under and prepped for surgery. They put me under as well shortly after. A long and careful procedure was performed on the both of us. Removing our brains and putting mine inside Gerald's head. Making sure all the nerves were linked back up correctly before finally sealing my new head back up. At least that’s what I’ve been told. All I know is that when I woke up, the first thing I did was ask for a mirror to see this handsome young face. It wasn’t long after that I pulled away the bed sheets to see this gorgeous hulking new body of mine.”
I couldn’t help growing even more scared and frustrated by the second as this imposter rambled on about how he stole my friend’s body. “Where is he now? The real Gerald? What did you do with him!?” I tried my best to put on a demanding voice but even I could hear the shakiness in my tone.
“See for yourself.” Was all he said as we finally reached a set of double doors that swung open to reveal what looked almost like a sci-fi laboratory. There was all sorts of shiny equipment lining the floorspace with blueprints all over the walls and desks displaying the human body and brain. No. Not just blueprints. Some of them looked more like X-rays of real people. However those weren’t what caught my attention the most. What my eyes were most drawn to were the large glass containers dotted around the room. My heart sank. Inside them were real human brains!! “I believe Gerald is over there in Canister 5.” The fake Gerald said as he pointed at a certain brain from across the room.
“No… no no no… this is… this is fucking sick! It’s-It’s wrong! Y-you can’t do this! You can’t!” I began shouting frantically upon the realisation that my friend was now nothing more than a brain floating in a tube. It was even worse than I’d imagined. I tried my absolute best to somehow break free and make a run for it but it was no use. The suited men forced me deeper into the lab. Soon I was close enough to Canister 5 to see Gerald’s full name on it. But what I saw next was even more horrifying. The empty Canister 6.
Old man Hector turned to me with a wrinkled smile. “Don’t worry young man. You’ll be neighbours with your old pal soon enough.” He said as he tapped the glass of Canister 6 which already had my name printed onto it. “Meanwhile I promise to take gooood care of that youthful, spritely body of yours son. Just like my husband here is taking good care of your friend’s body.” He continued. On cue, Imposter Gerald began bouncing his pecs again.
I was too stun locked by everything that was happening to get a single word out. All I could do was stare at the two men in utter disbelief at what was going on around me. Even as the pair came up to me and began lifting my shirt and groping my body, I couldn’t say or do anything. Not even as Hector let out a perverted little laugh while he groped my crotch. I was in complete shock.
There was no way out of this.
Before I knew it was being dragged over towards what looked to be some kind of prep room where I was strapped down to a table. One of the surgeons started getting a needle ready and as he did I took one last look around. Unfortunately however all I could focus on as the sharp point entered one of my veins was the ecstatic look on Hector’s face as he was no doubt already thinking of the first thing he was gonna do once his was in my body. It was like a predator eying up its prey.
The last thing I heard before long consciousness was Hector and the new Gerald deciding who was going to top first. And so my last fading thought was knowing that my body would soon be used to either fuck my best friend… or get fucked by him.
