December 11th - Head/Body Swap - Isaiah
Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!
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As the elves fix the toys with skilled hands and patience, We should also find you the perfect replacement.
“Please? It’s just one more store. I promise I’ll be quick about it!” Isaiah whined as he tugged lightly on Ethan’s sleeve as the two of them made their way towards the mall exit.
Groaning as he stared back at the other with a face mixed with both annoyance and pained acceptance, Ethan could only roll his eyes as he relented with a slow head nod. “Last one, or I swear to god, I’ll drag your ass out and hoist you over my shoulder to take you back to your car. You’re lucky I’m done with my exams and agreed to go Christmas shopping with you,” he shot back at his friend as they entered the last store of the day.
“You love me!” Isaiah said teasingly as he twirled on his heels, eagerly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pulled Ethan along after him. Ethan sighed as he followed after his friend, only pulling out his phone to text his boyfriend that he’d be later than expected. While he didn’t mind going shopping, Isaiah was a whole different beast in this department. Ethan wondered what his friend’s parents did for him to spend his card so frivolously, although he couldn’t complain when his friend bought him the nicest gifts he was ever going to get this year. Still, the price of this was accompanying the other man around until he had bought up his fill. Ethan adjusted the several shopping bags he was carrying, already knowing that the two of them had received quite a few looks as they walked around in the mall. He looked like one of those goofy sidekicks in the rom-com movies, trailing after the main character as he carried all their things.
He didn’t have much time or available hands to do much on his phone, although Ethan did manage to see the “sounds good, have fun!” text from his boyfriend before he tucked it away. Thankfully, he had completed all the daily routine tasks before going on a shopping excursion with Isaiah, so he didn’t have to worry about missing out on logging on the calendar app today.
Ethan managed to catch a glimpse of the store name, raising a brow at the name of Ezra’s Emporium. The grad student huffed to himself as he pushed past the door to follow after his friend, thinking about how expensive a self-named boutique like this must be. What he didn’t expect was the full array of half-body mannequins spread around the store. There were minimally dressed torsos, legs in lingerie, and various heads with an assortment of facial hair, jewelry, and strikingly realistic eyes. It was uncanny to a point where Ethan had to glance away, only finding his gaze back on Isaiah once more.
“What the heck, Isaiah? You didn’t say you were going to a lingerie store! Or a sex toy store, I honestly can’t tell,” he half-whispered. His friend opened his mouth in protest, only for the two of them to be interrupted by a tall, thin man approaching them. The stranger was formally dressed, adorned in a business suit and slacks, and offered a polite bow towards them.
“Ah, welcome, welcome! I’m so pleased to have some guests at my store. I’m Ezra, of course, as you can surely tell from my impeccable dress and stunning looks,” the man said with a light chuckle, as airy and light-hearted as his presence was. “So, what brings you to my store today? Are you looking for something specific, or browsing?”
Isaiah hummed as he glanced around, his brows furrowing at the strange displays as well. “I suppose just browsing? Usually when I see something I like, I’ll know it’s the right fit,” he said with a slight shrug.
Unbothered, Ezra’s smile grew even wider. “Ah, how lovely. However, our customers are quite specific when it comes to their wants and needs. Now, are we shopping for the two of you today?” Ethan held his hands up, or as best he could, given the sheer number of bags that kept them locked to his sides. “Ah, I see. Just for the gentleman here today, then. No worries, perhaps you can assist us in determining something that’s a good fit. Mark, Omar!” Ezra called out, clapping his hands.
In that moment, two rather underdressed people stepped out from the back, clad in only a tight, form-fitting pair of pants as they left their shirtless bodies on full display for Isaiah and Ethan to stare at. Both young men gawked at the rather explicit display, although Ezra seemed unbothered by the lack of dress.
“Omar, please assist this fine young man with his bags and bring him over to the seating area. Mark, please show this other guest some of our holiday wares.” The owner of the store glanced over at them with a bright smile, already moving about the space with some renewed purpose. “You’re in luck, actually. We have some holiday deals going on with our newest stock of wares. Omar will get you settled with some champagne while we show you what some of our finest ones are.”
Ethan and Isaiah were quickly shuffled about until the two were seated with flutes of champagne in their hands. Mark and Omar were busy wheeling in various assortments of heads, torsos, and legs for Isaiah to look at while Ezra explained it to them. What was most striking to Ethan was the way the mannequins would move and the way they wore the outfits. It almost seemed life-like to him, in a way where he sat there wondering if that was actual skin as he watched the mannequin reach up with its own arm to press at its chest enticingly. It’s an impressive array of robotics and electronics, Ethan thought to himself as he listened to Ezra’s next set of explanations.
“Ah, and here, of course, is from our limited line of Busty Business! Perfect for all those business meetings where you want to look your absolute best, we now have something perfect for the holiday season! It’s a great holiday gift for yourself or for someone else; it gives a whole new meaning to ‘Fat Santa,’ if you can believe it or not!” the store owner said giddily as he showed off the headless torsos. Isaiah, for the most part, seemed quite captivated with the new wares, and he glanced up at Ezra with a glimmer in his eyes. Ethan figured his friend was simply lusting over the fake chest, given how much his slim friend loved talking to him about the new hot muscle daddies that strolled into the gym the other day. But Ezra seemed expectant of this, only smiling wider at Isaiah’s excitement.
“I see we have a winner. Mark, would you mind helping Isaiah try it out? I’m sure it’d be a perfect fit for him,” he hummed as the associate led his friend away towards the changing rooms. Ethan sat there awkwardly, glancing between the store owner and Omar as he sipped from his glass. He didn’t have the heart to say that the outfits looked rather plain, amidst the more sexy and lingerie-tailored ones that the store owner had been showing them. The clothing for this line seemed like simple business attire or even off-brand Santa wear that one could purchase from a discount dollar store. Not only that, but he also doubted that the sizes on the mannequins would actually fit his much smaller friend. But Ethan knew better than to critique it in the moment, only waiting there patiently as he glanced between the two remaining men.
After a few minutes of quiet shuffling and noises of what sounded like pleasure or pure delight from Isaiah, Mark popped his head out from around the corner. “Perhaps you could discuss some possible combinations or add-ons, Ezra?” he asked gently. “It’s almost there, but I don’t think he’s in love with it yet.” The store owner smiled once more, stepping towards the changing room with that salesman-like grin.
“Ah, of course. Mark, please wait out here with Omar and ensure that our other guest has everything he needs. I will discuss with our customer and see if there’s anything else he would like from our collection.”
And so, Ethan sat there quietly for a few more moments, staring back at the two men with a rather sheepish expression as he tried not to stare too hard at their hairy chests hanging before his very eyes. Thankfully, neither of them seemed to be bothered by being ogled, but Ethan didn’t precisely want to indulge in objectifying others.
His awkwardness was saved by Ezra peeking out around the corner with a delightful glint in his eyes. “It seems our esteemed guest has requested our winter furs add-on. An agreeable choice, and one that will undoubtedly give him a more distinguished look. Omar, Mark. If you would please join us. I believe he’s something that suits his needs.
Ethan was left alone once more, having finished the rest of his glass while he waited for everyone to return. Whatever Isaiah had been looking for, his friend clearly needed the opinion of others who were more fashionable and richer than he was. Not that he minded, though; it seemed like there was more to this store than he had initially thought. He considered bringing his boyfriend here the next time he wanted to spice up the bedroom. Ethan could see himself potentially wearing some of the first few items, he supposed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the return of Ezra and his two associates, with the store owner seemingly quite pleased with himself. The tall man held out his hand as if stopping Ethan from speaking. Clearly, he had a more theatrical reveal for Isaiah in mind. The young man did as he was gestured, although his eyes darted over towards the two associates standing behind the store owner. Mark looked significantly smaller than when they had first entered the store, almost as if the other man had been sapped of every last bit of muscle. He had on a more petite, frailer frame, something that was nearly reminiscent of what Isaiah looked like. And by his side, the formerly hairy Omar was as smooth as a dolphin. In fact, the other man looked as if he had been waxed clean of all his hair, with no facial or chest hair left in sight on his burly frame. Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion, trying to mentally explain the significant and drastic changes he witnessed in just a few minutes. “...Wha–?”
“Introducing! The new and improved, the delightfully radiant…. Isaiah!” Ezra boomed out, his voice carrying through the store with far more grandeur and weight than Ethan would have expected from the other’s thin constitution.
To say that was his friend was certainly an understatement, given how little the man who stepped forth looked like the silly, prancing young man who had entered the store not just an hour ago. Ethan’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as he stared back at Isaiah. Facially, it was his friend. Or at least, with the same facial structure and bone structure. But that was where the similarities ended. The other man was decked out in a tall, muscular physique, with muscles that seemed to bulge and flex with every movement. His heaving chest was not dissimilar to the ones Ethan and his friend had been eyeing before, as part of the Busty Business line, although it appeared to have a few extra additions. And where Isaiah had a smooth, baby-faced-like look that made many people assume he was far younger than he actually was, this man was decked head to toe in hair all over. A thick beard and moustache, fuzzy armpits, and chest hair that looked like it reeked of a heady, masculine musk. Ethan could only gape in surprise as he stared back at his supposed friend, his mind reeling from the turn of events.
“...Isaiah?”
“Surprise, I guess!” the other man said with a light laugh. Ethan flinched at the friendly, cheery voice that sounded exactly like the friend he had walked in with. “It’s me! I came in looking for a little bit of upgrades, and Ezra was more than helpful to hook me up with what I was hoping for,” Isaiah hummed as he began turning and showing off the curves of his body, offering up a sly flex of his muscles as he posed in front of Ethan.
Ezra chuckled as he clasped his hands together. “Nonsense. You came in with a vision, and I was simply here to help deliver it. I am happy that I was able to execute what you had in mind. Now, as delightful as it would be for everyone to see our wares, I shall have Omar and Mark seek out some suitable clothing for you to leave in. I believe the items you came in here with would be unsuitable for you.” And with that, the trio of workers disappeared in a frenzy, leaving Ethan to stare up at his scantily dressed friend as Isaiah walked up close to him. The grad student’s nose twitched as he ended up almost eye-level with the heavy pouch swaying in front of him. While he hadn’t seen what Isaiah had looked like underneath before his changes, he could certainly see the sheer size pressing up against those tight briefs. Even at the top of them, he could catch a glimpse of the furry, patchy treasure trail that led to that barely contained package.
“I was trying to tell you when we came in here, but I didn’t really get the chance. Ezra’s Emporium deals with body modifications. Anything that you see that you like, they can help transfer your head onto it. Of course, it’s absurdly pricey, but you get to build up your dream body however you like, as long as they have the stuff for it,” his friend explained as he gestured towards his new look. “I wasn’t really expecting to find anything that I liked, but when I saw Mark and Omar, and that line of big-chested torsos, I knew I could make something that I wanted.”
Ethan’s eyes slowly flickered with recognition as he watched Mark and Omar return with some outfits for Isaiah to try, glancing between all three of them as Isaiah dressed himself in the middle of the store. His eyes lingered on the way his friend’s now-hairy chest pressed up against the tight shirt, the heavy pecs creating a sizeable shelf for anyone to just grope and squeeze as they pleased. He glanced away as Isaiah began to grope at himself, just as Ethan was imagining.
“So… I take it you liked Mark’s torso then. And then had the add ones with the busty chest line, and Omar’s hairiness to have that… winter fur line, or whatever Ezra put it as,” Ethan said slowly as he let Isaiah finish dressing himself. His friend grinned, the slight nod and wide smile giving him all the confirmation he needed. Ethan could already feel his brain racking up a few more questions, namely about whether Mark and Omar were okay with these changes, and where Ezra even got all these possible body parts to do this sort of swapping. But from what he could tell, the two associates didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, and he didn’t want to press the store owner about any secrets of their business, in case it led to a more unsavory conversation.
Ezra returned with a tablet in hand, smiling at the two of them. “Everything set then? Anything else either of you would like for today?” Isaiah cast a quick glance over at Ethan, only chuckling as his friend offered a weak shake of the head. “We’re all set. I’ll come up from and settle payment with you then. I couldn’t be happier with your wares today.”
Watching as his friend strolled away with newfound confidence in his designer body, Ethan shakily reached out to accept the excess bags that Omar handed to him silently. At least one minor blessing he could think of was not having to carry around another set of bags for the day. But Ethan was certainly grateful this was the last of their shopping excursion. He definitely needed to register everything that had happened.
His silence was palpable even as the two of them returned to Isaiah’s car. The shopping bags were placed in the trunk of the vehicle, and Ethan climbed into the passenger’s seat while Isaiah hopped into the driver’s seat. “Is everything alright, Ethan? You’ve been quiet this whole time. I didn’t… put you off or anything with all of this, did I?” Isaiah asked gently as he glanced over at his friend with a curious expression on his face.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m just… learning about new things every time I go shopping with you,” Ethan said with a soft laugh. Ethan hummed as he looked over at his friend, raising a brow as he took in the other’s larger and hairier frame. “So this is what you were hoping to look like, huh? You know, most people just blame it on genetics or not working out enough. But I guess you could buy anything if you really wanted, can’t you?”
Isaiah looked over, flashing a cocky grin as he tugged at his shirt, pulling it back to reveal his hairy pec and pert nub of a nipple, no doubt an added feature from the busty line. Given how much muscle spilled out from his friend’s tank top as Isaiah tugged on the fabric, Ethan could see why Isaiah was so excited when he saw it first on display.
“Can you blame me, man? I mean, I feel like a sex god now. These heavy milkers must come with some sort of extra sensitivity feature, cause the cold air is making me all sorts of things all over. Or maybe Mark was just really sensitive here to begin with,” Isaiah grunted as he groped at his heaving tit, only smirking at the bounce between his fingertips.
Ethan rolled his eyes, a soft chuckle spilling from his lips as he shook his head in amusement. “How can you even be sure that was his body to begin with? For all we know, someone else could have strolled in and swapped with him just like you, so you’re wearing someone else instead.”
Isaiah laughed as he turned on the car’s ignition, turning his gaze back to the road as he was satisfied that Ethan wasn’t displeased with the day’s events. “Well, whoever's body it was, I’m grateful for them letting me purchase it. And hey, you know, if there’s something you want to change about yourself, I’m happy to bring you next time! First body replacement’s on me.”
As if to confirm Isaiah’s words, there was a soft ping on his friend’s phone, with a new notification lighting up the lock screen for Ethan to read:
Thank you for your purchase at Ezra’s Emporium! We hope to switch with you again soon!
