Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Authoritarian Muscle Growth Story: Wesley and Master Ed

A few people have asked me why I didn't have a Father's Day story for you guys. Well, to celebrate this Father's Day I wrote a much longer story than usual, which you can view NOW over on the Evolution muscle website:

Synopsis: A young adoptee and his stepfather begin an authoritarian relationship (authoritarian, muscle growth, muscle theft, master/slave themes) No violence.

I picture Master Ed as looking like this, minus the cel phone (the story takes place before they became popular for the most part)

Monday, May 30, 2016

Myostat Syndrome Stories - Brian and Me

February 19, 2040

As I write this journal entry, I am so scared because I thought it would be so different. Brian has been diagnosed with Myostat Syndrome. Brian. Little fucking Brian. 

I always thought I’d get Myostat and get all buff by the time I was 12. I was always bigger than most of the other kids. Myostat cases are only 1 in every 200 kids now. They peaked in the 2020s so when I was growing up in the 2030s all these kids were getting buff. Like, we’re talking in the 8 to 14 range. They look like adults, but they aren’t, they are still just kids inside. It changed society for a lot of reasons because they passed the Myostat Adult Equivolency Act. If you have the body of an adult, you are free to join the military if you are 10 or over or get a job if you are 13 or over, with the approval of your parents.  It sucks. The statistics shot way up so that it was almost 10% of all the kids in that age range. That meant a twentieth of schools were not children, but adults walking among children. Well, those that didn’t join the army. And Myostat only affects boys. And not just any adults, but superhuge adults. 

I admit I didn’t take it well when I didn’t get it. The statistics had already dropped to 1 in every 100 kids again. My school only had three “men” and they kept to themselves. No one in the 7th or 8th grade dared to bother them. 

I decided to go after Brian because no one liked him. He was such a dork. The little fag liked ballet and hung out with girls because they liked having gay friends who could talk about dresses with them. I fucking hated his guts for pretty much the reason he always had these witty comebacks when I called him names. Every time I tried to make fun of him, it backfired. 

There were days when I shoved him into walls “accidentally”. I mean, how could I not? It got a laugh from all the other kids. We went to school in a rural area and our school district couldn’t afford an anti-bullying program. They had a robot guard for a while but the kids sabotaged it and they had to scrap it. And with all the wars we have fought, the school budgets are always being cut so they don’t really mind bullying these days. Bullies are usually secretly given perks by the gym coach. He gives us more food rations for our families if we do well on track meets and he overlooks our “fun” with kids like Brian.
Anyway. So one day we beat him up because we wanted to show other kids who was boss of the school. The Myostat kids no one bothered didn’t really throw their weight around except one named Rock, and we all deferred to him whenever he showed up. But he didn’t say anything when we bullied other kids. He just told us his “little” brother, who was actually older than him by a year, was off limits. That was our only arrangement. He didn’t participate because he said it was too easy to throw us little twerps around and he preferred to hang out with real men. 

I should also point out that we had nothing against gays. I mean, most Myostat kids turned gay because the two went hand in hand. And Myostat was genetic for the most part, though 1 in a 100 Myostat kids could actually “breed” other Myostat cases, but only past the point of puberty. But because you had to fuck them, it was looked at by many like an STD. And it works on anyone male. Myostat kids with the gene to fuck other men into muscle studs were rare. I actually asked Rock about it when I got tested and they said I didn’t have Myostat, and he said he didn’t have the gene so I couldn’t get it from him. Still, it happened. Parents who were desperate for their son (14 or older) to have an advantage would find a handsome Myostat “kid” or Myostat adult, who could fuck their kid and turn him into a huge muscle stud in just a few months. It was also a reversal because normally you could only contract Myostat Syndrome if you were under 15 but you could get it from someone that had it if they were an adult and had the gene to pass it along. The government had eventually taken steps to make that illegal to fuck to get Myostat for pay, but it happened if you had the money. And it wasn’t illegal if you claim it as an “accident”. It is estimated that a full 25% of the adult male population over 18 is of bodybuilder class.  Most of those are former Myostat kids, grown up (as it were). The obesity rates had risen to 40% by the 2020’s so many think the government secretly engineered Myostat to combat the epidemic and unleashed it on the public without their knowledge. Today only about 33% of the males over 18 are obese. We are truly a nation of alpha and beta males.

None of us were really making fun of Brian for being gay. We were making fun of him for being an effeminate poofball who minced around like a fairy. He was just too easy to make fun of.

Then one day, he didn’t come back. Then we all heard he’d been diagnosed and the rumors started to fly. We heard his parents paid for it. We heard that he just had the gene and it was dormant until the age of 13, which did happen. Usually it happened sooner, though.
Then we heard he was moving. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Feb 21, 2040

Only…the thing about rumors is they are sometimes just rumors…this is what happened today. I ran into this guy who looked like he was a high schooler but with the body of a soldier, so I thought he was one, at first.


“Well well well, if it isn’t the little fairy.”

“What? Are you talkin’ to me?”

“Yeah I’m talkin’ to you, FUCKHEAD. Who else is around?” I looked around. This huge dude was talking to me and all I was doing was taking a walk. It was Saturday. No school. Most kids were inside playing holo games or at sports practice. I was taking the day off from baseball to go for a walk and quickly wished I hadn’t. 

“Look dude, I don’t want any problems.”

“Dude? Do you know who I am? Take a better look, loser.”

I did. Oh god. Oh no. No!

“Yeah. You recognize me now, pencil dick?”


“Yeah. It’s me, twinkle toes. God, you’re so fuckin’ tiny now.” Brian’s voice rumbled. His face was still so angelic but his voice was rich and thick and had dropped considerably. He started to walk towards me and I turned and ran like a coward. I heard him laugh. “I’ll see you at school on Monday, tiny!”

This was a nightmare. I tried to convince my mom to send me to another school and tried to explain it, but she wasn’t having any of it. She hadn’t been too happy to learn about my antics, and I admitted just a little bit of it. She said I’d made my bed and could lie in it. Besides, assault was still illegal. She told me not to worry. 

Mom didn’t know how schools worked anymore.

When Monday came the school was abuzz and Brian made his debut. Suddenly, he was everyone’s newest best friend. A few kids came to him about “protection” from bullies and he kept them in his circle. He had a circle of people around him at lunch just eating out of the palm of his hand and waiting on every word. I observed from a distance.

I thought I was safe for the day. Gym was my last class and I stayed long to do inventory check with the coach. I was doing it because he could talk to the high school coach about getting me on the team next year, and besides which he was the one who let me get away with the most shit, especially in the locker room. I’d bully kids frequently and he would just look the other way. “It’s the way of the world, strong dominate the weak,” he said once. Like I said, schools didn’t have the money for anti bullying programs anymore and with the war, society didn’t really give a fuck anymore. That was just so 2010s. 

So I was dressed and coming out of the locker room and there was Brian, leaning against the wall. 

“Hey, man. Wanna talk?”

I immediately ran. He was too quick for me and from behind he threw me onto the ground and laughed. I tried to get up and he had me in a vise like grin. He still looked 12 in his face because the Myostat hadn’t progressed to give him facial hair yet, but he would look 30 in a matter of months. He picked me up like a grown man would pick up a five year old. 

“So little. Isn’t he, boys?” My three best friends were there, looking stunned. He had chosen them to be there. They were looking at the ground or up at me with apologetic looks on their faces. “See, things have changed a little bit, haven’t they Short Stuff?” He grinned at me, just inches from my face. He gently put me on the ground and then with a violent shove on my back send my face into the dirt. I choked as I tasted dust and spit it out. Brian laughed. “Am I enough of a fairy now, boys?”

“You aren’t a fairy. We never said that!”

“Yeah. We never said that!”

“Shut up,” he ordered. My friends…well, former friends, shut up.

“I’m sorry,” I sputtered. 

“Yeah, you’re sorry. Sorry doesn’t really cut it, bitch. I want revenge. So listen up.” He yanked my shirt and lifted me up into the air with one arm and lifted me above his head, and casually talked. “I’m in charge of this school now. You don’t tell anyone what to do, ever. Your reign is over. I’m the new king. You got that, FAGGOT?”

“Y-yes. Please don’t hurt me!”

“Please don’t hurt me!” he cried in falsetto, mocking me. “God, what a fucking PUSSY. You’re more of a pussy than I ever was, at least I never begged you. I fucking straight up told you to leave me alone. I mean my voice was a little bit different but honey, I’m gonna make you my personal bitch from now on. So when I show up to school tomorrow you’re gonna carry my books for me like a girl would. You got that, princess?”

“I don’t want to-“ I whined. He put me down and smacked me across the face. I collapsed to the ground, dizzy. My former accomplices backed up in horror.  “Say no to me again and it’s another smack. You want another smack, sweetie?” I got up again, meekly looking down at the ground.

“N-no. Please!” I cried. I begged. 

“You’re my new bitch. SAY IT.” He crossed his huge arms. 

“I-I’m your new bitch.”

“Call me “boss”.”

“Okay. Boss.” 

“Good, now call me that tomorrow. In front of other people. I’m your new boss and if anyone asks, just say it’s a joke between us.”


“Good. Now see boys, that wasn’t difficult. Your little hero is now my bitch. Isn’t that right?” 

“We could all take you if we worked together,” I spat out bitterly. 

“No, you really wouldn’t. See, I have the gene where I can fuck any man into a bodybuilder.”


“Sorry, man. He promised to fuck us in a few years if we become his friends and back him up.”

“More like my minions,” Brian laughed. “They’re my friends now, wimp. And for you, all you can hope for it to leech off of my popularity. You’re not gonna be on any teams next year. You won’t try out for anything in high school. I’ll be the new jock and you’re going to be a big nobody. If you even try out for sports, I’ll make sure you regret it and no one will care. It’s totally legit for Myostat kids to be on sports teams as long as both teams have equal numbers and you know that everyone who is Myostat plays football around here. It’s tradition, after all. I’m gonna be the best, and you’re gonna be no one. Say it.”

“You’re gonna be the best and I’m gonna be no one, boss.” I cowered in fear.

“Good. Now get up. Tomorrow you’re gonna give me your lunch that your mommy makes you. I need more calories than you, shithead.” 

I sunk in fear. How far would this go? How much would he own me? Brian snapped his fingers and my former friends jumped at his command and followed him. “Let’s leave the little pussy to cry himself home,” Brian said laughing. I heard my former friends laugh with him. 

August 10, 2040

So that’s my story so far. I’m starting high school next week. I’ve spent all summer as Brian’s personal servant. I do his laundry. I clean his room. We tell his mom it’s because he’s protecting me from bullies. I follow him around like a girl. Brian’s dad is a soldier and with him away, Brian is the man of the house. He’ll drink beer and I’ll be doing his chores. Then one night he wanted something more. He wanted me to suck his dick. You can’t get Myostat from oral sex if someone has the gene. You can only get it through anal sexual or blood contact. He actually shines a flashlight in my mouth every time to make sure I haven’t cut myself in the hopes of his cum infecting me via my mouth. He orders me to suck his now enormous dick. Now I’m just a faggot. He calls me faggot when it’s just us. He chuckles as he plays gay porn and forces my head down, choking me with his manhood.
Oh, and as for ballet, he is still really into it, but of late he’s entered into the realm of ballroom dancing. Every woman in town wants to fuck him now and the ladies at the dance studio love him. He has fucked several women. Some high school girls, sometimes their moms. But he’s mostly into men. He has men lined up to get fucked by him. He’s turned several into Myostat gene carriers. You see, the going rate for being fucked by someone with the gene is about 100K. Brian has enough money to last him well into his 20s. He now has adult bodybuilder friends who he hangs out with at bars and clubs. I’m just his suckslave. I think his mother knows and looks the other way. I think she knows everything that has happened and has no sympathy for me. Here’s my Boss with one of the guys who worships him. He’s gay but hasn’t been “initiated” yet. He doesn’t have the money for a fuck session to give him the Myostat gene so he is “working it off” by doing all sorts of favors for Brian. He works for the police and makes sure Brian can get away with bullying anyone in town he wants to. This picture was taken in late May. Brian was able to grow facial hair by this point, making him look older and definitely more imposing than he was already.

As for me, my name isn’t important. I’m not important. Only Brian matters now. Brian calls the shots. My only shot at escape is to get good grades on my SAT. I’ll be spending most of my time in high school studying books like a nerd. Maybe I’ll be able to join the army when I’m 17 and can do so legally. But for the next four years, I’m just Brian’s bitch. My name is Bitch, or Faggot, or Fuckhead. 

Oh and this was Brian by the end of summer. He’s matured since May, you see. He can legally smoke and drink, or do anything else a grown man has the legal right to do. His hair receded a bit, making him look more like he’s in his 30s.

“Hey, Faggot. Make me my usual sandwich. I’m hungry.”

He’s always hungry.

“Yes, sir. Turkey and swiss. Right away, boss.”

“Good faggot.”

That is our relationship now. I have to say that as much as I hated it at first, the last four months of school and three months of summer vacation being Brian’s bitch has taught me my place. Brian has taught me that I am indeed a faggot. I do enjoy sucking his big dick and I realize that I only made fun of him before because I was secretly gay. I now am happy to have a real man like him in my life. He has taught me that other men and women will beg him for his godhood, and I get it for free. I am grateful to him for showing me the errors of my ways when I was a bully, and I will never do so again, as he has ordered me not to.
Don’t feel sorry for me. I actually am at peace with being his bitch. It’s almost a load off. He has banned me from gaining any muscle at the gym and I am to watch as superior boys become men before my eyes as the years pass. All my friends will be able to work out but I will not be allowed. I am to suck them off if they tell me to at any point in the future and at least one of them, who I must call Boss as well, has decided to take up the offer. He was once my friend, once my minion who jumped at the opportunity to bully kids with me or for me. Now he orders me to suck him off and laughs at me. 

I was not one of the chosen and I never will be. I am Brian’s bitch. I say it a hundred times in the morning and a hundred times before I go to bed. I must. Brian has me wake up in the morning with my mantra and before he goes to bed he wants to hear it. I also must say it whenever we are alone, first thing. I am Brian’s bitch, I am Brian’s bitch, I am Brian’s bitch…this is my life and it’s who I am. Would you like to meet Brian? I know you’re the new gay kid at school and after you came out, Brian really wanted to talk to you. Yes, he can make you huge. He’s willing to do if for free, yes. Yes, I will probably suck you off as your bitch, too. But only if my Boss Brian is okay with it. 

There he is now! Hello, Boss. Yes, sir. 

Well, it looks like I’ll be calling you Boss as soon as this weekend. Yes, sir. I am a faggot. Thank you, sir. 

I hear the sound of laughter but to me it’s just any other day being Brian’s Bitch. The laughter means nothing like it used to. It just means I’m the lucky one to be given the honor to serve. Can I get you something to drink, Sir?

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Chronivac Industries Presents: Daddy's Day Out

Some of the most satisfying Chronivac stories come not from our users, but rather from those whose lives who have been transformed who are not privy to the whys or hows of Chronivac's existence. Rather, the innocent who find themselves transported into another life, one which they never accepted but wholly accept as a better alternative to the one they led before...

“I think it’s time we had another talk. Sit down with me.”
The 8 year old boy glowered at the tall man in the business suit, his son all grown up.
“What do you have to say? Are you going to switch us back?”
“Dad, you know this wasn’t an easy decision for me to make.”
“Eventually,” the little boy began with uncharacteristic maturity to his vocabulary “You’re going to realize you made a big mistake. My financial prowess is what made that business and you think you can just WALTZ in and steal it from me? Think again. You can’t do jack shit without the entire thing going down the drain. You think our shareholders are going to enjoy your little commie hippy weed-smoking bullshit speeches?”
Stan tried very hard not to laugh at his shrunken father trying to sound authoritative with an 8 year old’s voice box. As for the speeches his father referred to, that was Stan talking about fair wages and fair trade, subjects his father simply didn’t believe in.
“Dad, I’ve put up with a lot from you. Don’t make me spank you on top of everything else you’ve forced me to do. I swapped you with my son to prove a point.”
“Well good for you. You somehow learned to magically switch people’s bodies. You think that’s going to make our business fly? Think again. You have an 8 year old running around in my body. And you don’t think that’s going to eventually bite you in the ass? You’re gonna come CRAWLING back when you fuck things up. I know that business. It’s my life. Furniture is my life!”
“Dad. I know that it’s your life. But you were about to lay off people that have been with the company a long time. Including ME!” Stan said angrily. “So if I were you, I would be nice. I’m bigger than you now.” He said the words with no humor and made is seem as threatening as possible. “Besides, dad. You don’t know how I did it. So I’m going to give you one last chance. Apologize for firing me. I have been holding this company together, our family company for years while you pretended that you were the one responsible. I talk with the suppliers, with the local artisans, with the managers, with various retail outlets, and you talk with your golf buddies.”
“I make deals that help us in ways you don’t even know about!”
Stan laughed out loud, rather cruelly. “About what, your choo choo train toys?” he asked his father with malice dripping from his words. “I think your days of lying and bullshitting are over. I’ve looked at the expense reports and saw how you misspent our profits on your little trysts to Atlantic City and tried to cover it up so if you want to talk about shareholders, think again. Now I fixed the expenses so we’re not in danger. Don’t ask me how. Things are as they should be without your interference. So. One last chance. Tell me that you appreciate me and all I’ve done to keep us afloat.”
“Go fish, kid. I raised you and you may be bigger than me now but it doesn’t change a goddamn thing! I am your father and you will do what I say. And I’ll figure out how the hell you did this eventually and when I do, you better pray I don’t bring my wrath fully upon your ass!”
“That’s all I needed. Thanks, dad. That makes this so much easier. I’m gonna go inside for a bit. Why don’t you hang out until Bobby gets home with your body? I’m sure he’d love to tell you all about his big grown up adventures that he’s having.”
“Yeah sure, sounds great, kid,” the 8 year old replied.
That damn fucking liberal piece of shit hippy bastard son of mine! I have no idea how he did this! That motherfucker thinks he can bring ME down? I own his ass! I wish I had him here and I wish I had a baseball bat! I could…what was I saying?
“Hey there, buddy. How ya feeling?”
“I’m fine, I guess,” What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so shy all of a sudden?
“What was that you were saying to me before? All those mean things?”
“I…I dunno. I was saying some stuff about your work and…and…”
“Now son, you know it’s not nice to talk to grownups like that. What do you say?”
“Say sorry. NOW.”
“I’m sorry! Don’t be angry!” Why is he so angry with me? I didn’t do anything wrong!
“Now see, that wasn’t so hard was it, buddy? Now just one more thing. I think you should go with your new name, seeing as how you’re in a new body now. So you’re gonna be Richie, and Richie is gonna be Grandpa. He really likes being in your body, ya know?”
I’m confused. I used to be a big man but now I was a little boy.
“And what do you call me?”
“Daddy, I’m confused. I was bigger and then I got small. I didn’t used to be a little boy and I wanna be tall and be the boss.”
“Richie, you need to take a vacation from being an adult. Wouldn’t you like that? You could go to school. Would you like to make friends with all the other kids?”
“No. I wanna be big, daddy! Wait, I’m your dad!”
“You were. Now you’re not. Try to tell me about the sales dividends from the last quarter.”
“The what? What’s that?”
“You don’t remember? Gee, I guess you aren’t much of an adult anymore.”
I start to dig my toe in the ground. I don’t remember. I used to know that. I wanna go play. This is boring. Why can’t we do something fun?
“What’s the matter, son?”
“You took it from me,” I start to sob and pout. “I was the boss! I was the grandpa! I wanna be Grandpa again!” I start to cry and sob and I run over and beat my hands against his legs but he’s way more powerful and stronger than me. He’s picking me up and taking me inside.
“Well you aren’t and you have to grow up the old fashioned way. Now stop your fucking crying!”
I sob a little bit more. He puts me in my new room with all of Richie’s things. I’m Richie now.
A knock on the door.
“Hey, champ. Have you had time to think about what you did earlier?”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted my body back.”
“Well I’m letting you keep the knowledge that you were a grownup before, but I’m taking away all your grownup knowledge. I think it’s better you have all the knowledge of an 8 year old for a while. I think it’ll do you good. Okay, buddy?”
“Okay. I still feel weird.”
“Don’t worry, it will all be really normal soon. You’ll get used to it.”
“I’m still angry with you,” I admitted. “I want to go play. I mean. I want a job. My job back.” What’s wrong with me??
“Richie, I think what you really want is to go to the park and play on the swings.” I smile.
“Yeah. Grandpa will be able to see you later. You two can have a nice talk. Okay? Does that sound good?”
“Yes.” I smile. I want to go to the park so bad now.

“It’s been forever since I’ve seen you, Max!”
“Yeah, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, too.” God, I love how deep my voice is! I’m only 8 but ever since Daddy made me swap bodies with Grandpa I can wear his clothes and smoke cigars like a grownup! I never ever thought Daddy would let me smoke but now I can! It’s so cool! I can’t play with my friends but I’m going to grownup parties. And that’s cool. I think my own thoughts still like I’m a kid but when I talk it’s like I’m a grownup and I sound way smarter.
“So how’s the furniture biz, man?”
“Good. It’s good. As long as my son doesn’t make any stupid moves without me.”
“Yeah, kids tend to try to do what they want when they grow up. God, I wish my son worked for me. I dream of being able to tell him what to do.”
I take a draw of my cigar. I look so fucking cool. I can say ‘fuck’ now if I want and Daddy won’t even be mad at me! The rest of the party people talk to me about politics and economics and stuff and I say all the things that are in Grandpa’s head because it’s stuff I know now! It’s so cool.
Later I drive myself over to the park and have another cigar while my Dad…I mean…my new son plays with my new grandson. This whole thing takes a while to get used to. I mean I know all about how to tell a bunch of grownups what to do at a job! I was only playing on swings last week like Grandpa is doing now!
“Hey, there…uh, Grandpa Max. Geez, I keep wanting to call you son.” My former dad says.
“You can call me sir,” I say smiling and hold my cigar like a cool older man. “How you doin’, kiddo?
“Good!” Richie says, and he swings higher and higher as my son and I watch. Funny, I think of him more as my son now.
“I feel like calling you ‘son’, now.”
He looks at me. Like I’ve just made his day. “That’s because I made you into the father I always wanted.”
“So you like your old man, now all of a sudden?” I blow cigar smoke.
“Yes, sir. I hope that’s okay with you, sir.”
“You keep calling me sir, and I’ll have to keep rewarding you for doing an amazing job. I saw the reports. I remember them. Going back years. You really have been doing a phenomenal job at securing contracts with solid people.” I pat him on the back.
“Thanks, dad. It feels good to hear it. But…I just want you to know that I feel kind of bad. I mean, you went from 8 to being my dad. So you missed out on a lot of years.”
“I’d do it all over again if It means having you as my son.” I blow cigar smoke and hug my son and feel him hold me so dearly. He’s never been so happy and I know it. “Besides, who’s gonna take over for me when I retire?” I ask him.
“You’re right, sir. You deserve only the best in life, and that includes me being a good son. I hope you’re proud of me.”
“I’m very proud of you, my boy..” I lean in close. Something makes me do it. I feel his lips on mine, very briefly. “You’ve waited for that your whole life, haven’t you, son?” I ask him.
“Yes, sir, I have. I love you, dad.”
“I love you, too. And I think maybe it’s time for us to finally be as close as a father and son can be, once the little guy is asleep tonight. What do you say?” I ask smoking my cigar with supreme confidence.
“I say I’m on board as always, dad.”
Later that night he shows me what a good son he is. I have no idea how he did any of it and I don’t care. Having my former dad, now my son, sucking my dick is the best feeling in the world next to having his lips on mine. I could really get used to this, the suits, the power, the prestige, but most of all my son sucking my dick…

“Oh god…yeah suck my dick, fucker. Suck that dick.”
The man beneath me is moaning. He’s never been so happy as to suck my dick. When my parents asked me if I wanted to spend the summer with my uncle, I looked forward to it. I loved my uncle’s house. He had a nice house in the countryside with big farm fields all round. Real peaceful place. My uncle Chuck was the best. I loved him so much. He was so manly. He was my dad’s older brother. My dad died when I was young so he was always like a really cool second father to me. My mother remarried to a man who was now my stepdad but we didn’t always get along and a summer with my uncle? I had done it last summer and it was the best summer of my life!
When he greeted me at the bus stop I was so excited. He was there with this friend of his. I knew he was gay, but my mom didn’t. It was something we both decided she didn’t need to know. I was thirteen now and I felt like I was finally becoming more like a man. But I wanted to be just like my Uncle Chuck. I asked him to teach me to shave and he taught me, even though I didn’t have any facial hair yet. He taught me to work on the tractors he had. He owned his own business, a feed store for farm animals. Out here, he made good money doing it. Or at least enough to get by and live on his own. He was tall and broad and muscled. He showed me how to work out for the first time, and chop wood, and he even gave me driving lessons! We practiced out in a field where no one was around. I drove his pickup truck! Me! It was so cool.
Well anyway, one day he asks about how I’m growing up and wants to know if I would like to be a grown up. Like if I could wake up one day and be one, would I do it? And I say YES. I told him I wanted to be JUST like him when I grew up. He was big and strong and he was everything a man should be. He said he was really touched by that. Then I got unusually tired and fell asleep…

…and when I woke up I was wearing jeans and my uncle’s boots. This must be his idea of a joke! Why are my legs different? How the hell did he make it look like my legs are longer?  I stood up.
“Goddamn, I must have fallen asleep. Hey. How did I do that. What’s wrong with my voice? Do I have a cold? Uncle Chuck! Where are you!” My voice boomed throughout the house. “Geez, I almost sound like you Uncle Chuuuuuh what the fuck!” I saw myself in a hallway mirror and standing before me was my uncle. “I must be dreaming. No way.” I looked at my arms. Muscled. Gray hair spouting on the arms…my arms. My thundering voice. Oh and hair growing under my lip. I felt all the stubble on my face.
“Like what you see?”
My uncle was there, in my body, with my voice. I watched me, getting a chair and standing on it and motioning over to me so he could look me in the eye. My face stared at me and he crossed his 13 year old arms and smiled mischeviously.
“Goddamn, I look good. Amazing. You’re going to pass just fine, kiddo.”
To make a long story short, due to a still unknown way of his, my uncle had switched bodies with me. Over the next few hours he explained he wanted to go back to junior high and high school and have a much better time of it than the first time around. He was shy as a child due to being gay and avoided other children. This time he wanted to make it onto baseball and football leagues and go to a college and have the full experience.
“Well, so…wait, you want to be me for like, forever? I’m totally like old now. What if I die, Uncle Chuck?”
“Don’t worry, son. I would never put you in danger. I love you,” the kid explained. The kid with my uncle inside. “See, I made it so you will actually stay the same age and become even healthier. I wanted to surprise you with that, but…you’re going to be more than okay. You’re going to have the sexual stamina of a 21 year old college jock!”
“What does that mean?”
“Oh, you’ll find out. And another thing, I’ll be moving here in with you, UNCLE Chuck. If that’s okay with you. I’ve made it so that your mother will go right along with it.”
My mind was blown at that point so I decided to lie down. I started watching TV and rubbed my dick absently whenever a hot guy came onscreen. Then my uncle was there in my body and he put a DVD in with…the hottest guys just about ever getting naked and fucking! I was so astonished but my uncle just smiled and gave me some coconut oil and told me to have fun. He told me the basics, which I thought was kind of gross but then I was alone and watching and …I must have jacked off like a million times!
Of course, with my uncle’s best friend coming over all the time for me to use at will as my own personal bitch, I really can’t complain about anything. I’ve had sex with a few different guys and they all the same thing, which is they can’t believe how much cum I have, and they can’t believe how fucking hard I get all the time. I’m what’s known as a fuckstud.
I drive my new nephew to town now, and he’ll start attending junior high in a month. We’re both pretty excited about it. I am handling owning a feed store as if I had always owned one. It’s like I know everything about it. Uncle Chuck said he could change either one of us whenever he wanted but he wanted me to be the grown up in the family. At least, for a couple of years.
Which I’m fine with. I don’t know how and I don’t care. I just love being in my uncle’s older body so much. I can’t even describe how awesome it is to get a blow job and be a real grown up dude type of guy! It is weird for guys to call me “daddy” still, though. I mean, I’m only 13 deep down inside.

I used to be in high school before I was a teacher. But the difference between me and all the other teachers at school is I was one of their students last week!
I was so in love with one of the prettiest teachers in school. She was in her 30s but I didn’t care. To me she was the prettiest woman in the world. I was always so nervous around her. I’d hang out with her after school getting her help preparing for SAT preparation, even though I was only 15. I finally told her one day that I had serious feelings for her. I told her plainly. I loved her. I wanted to be with her. She just had this look on her face as I told her. She said to come with her. I couldn’t believe it. She was talking to me about how she knew a way to make it happen but no one would know. I thought we were going to have a secret relationship. I’d always been more mature for my age, and she told me so. She had a determined look on her face. It was strange, it was like she knew something really big that I didn’t. But what?
Finally we got to her house. She told me to make myself comfortable on the couch. She said she’d be back. She went upstairs and after a few minutes I started to walk around the living room out of boredom. Her house was small but nicely decorated.
I saw my reflection in the mirror and thought it couldn’t possibly be real. Some kind of trick mirror. Standing in front of me was a middle aged man with a craggy face, laughter lines, and a bit of gray creeping in at the sides. He looked like he could be my dad.
“What’s the deal with this mirror?” I asked out loud, in a much older, deeper, sexier voice.
“It’s showing me my new husband,” she said, coming up behind me. “Now you’re not the younger one. You’re older than I am by about fifteen years.” She kissed me long and deep. My awareness of the situation and my dual reality started to creep in, where I remembered that we were married. She was an English teacher and I was a history teacher. We had had a wonderful marriage together.
But I was also her former student. I had parents…who were now dead. This was very odd. I remember having different parents. My dad was my brother now.
“What’s going on? How did you do this?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you. But this way you can have what you want. It’s pretty much the only way, sweetie.”
I was excited by my image. I realized I’d never had sex before, at least I had some memory of it but she had left me the awareness enough so I could discover making love with her for the first time. And she had gone to the trouble of making my dick much bigger. Sweet thing that she is.
I fucked her like a maniac that night, for hours. We cuddled and watched TV like many other married couples. She had certainly not given me an old man’s libido! I told her thank you, and she said I was welcome and she told me she was a very submissive person at home. She needed a real man, someone who could be in charge of the house and I was more than comfortable filling that role. It didn’t take much work for me to adjust, that was what I had always wanted…again I have no idea how she did it, but she said not to worry about approaching my senior years and being that much closer to them. She’d slowed down my aging process so that I’d be this age for about fifty years, so I would have more than enough time to enjoy being a silver fox!

"Daddy? Where are you?" I called out. I had just turned my back for a second, and he was gone.
"I'm right here! Don't walk so fast!"
"Sorry, daddy."
"No, shh! Don't call me that! On weekends, what do you call me?"
I smiled and giggled. "Oh yeah. Nicky!" I laughed. It was so funny to call Daddy by my name.
He took my hand and we walked towards the beach. I was so excited. This was the fifth time that Daddy had switched places with me. I loved being so tall! I was only seven years and three months old but I was big and strong! I'm like Superman! I just love it when Daddy lets us switch and I don't know how he does it. He drives us to the beach and then he says close your eyes sweetie and then I open then and I look just like Daddy! It's so cool and today he said are you ready son? And I said oh boy oh boy oh boy! And I jumped up and down like crazy and he laughed and said to settle down. I'm not allowed to jump up and down in his body and he says I need to act like a grown up but I don't really know how.

We spent our time in the water a little bit but we aren't supposed to go too far out because Daddy is really little in body. He made it so I'm super duper good at swimming, though and I'm way better at swimming when I'm big and adult. It's really cool. I feel so...amazing in daddy's body. Like I feel so in control and I love how big my muscles feel. They feel so good!

But now it's time for us to go and we go to the bathroom to change into some evening clothes. My body is all sandy and my big muscled legs are wet and gritty with sand. I take off my speedo and put on some shorts and underwear. Daddy's thingy (his penis) is so big! I usually don't have time to look at it very long but it's way way way bigger than mine! And now we are going back to the car. and daddy is saying to close my eyes again. When I open them he is smiling. I'm still in his body.

"Why haven't we switched back, daddy?" I ask feeling really more like a little kid than ever, even though I'm big. I get nervous and afraid a lot and daddy says I need to learn to be more grown up, but he says I haven't really learned to be more independent yet.

"Well...I'm gonna change things up a little. Why don't you drive us home, son?"

"I can't! I don't know how to drive!" I feel my feet on the pedal and suddenly think of turning on the ignition. Wait. How do I know how to do that. And this is the turn signal lever. I'm in the driver's seat only so we can change back. That's the only time I'm allowed, ever. I gently put my hands on the wheel and think about backing out and taking us home. Daddy smiles.

"I made it so you can drive now, buddy. Why don't you try it?"

"Really, daddy? For reals?"

"For reals," he says. He looks like me still.

"Daddy are we gonna switch back after?" Daddy is smiling in my body and he looks like he's keeping a secret.

"I dunno," he shrugs. "Why don't we just go home first and see? I wanna see my son drive all by himself!"

"I haven't even ridden a bike by myself, daddy!"

"You can. Just try. You know how to drive, right?"

"Yeah, I do! I think." I turn the key and the engine revs up.

I drive us home. I am driving. I can't believe it. I know how to turn, and I know how to look behind me and change lanes, and traffic rules. It's so cool. I have a pretty deep voice, too. I have only had daddy's body at the beach and nowhere else so I'm really both nervous and excited. I finally get us all the way home and I'm very proud of all the roads I drove on. I drive us into the driveway and turn off the car.

"I drove us all the way home, daddy!!!" I go with him to the door and he tells me I have the key to open it. "Oh, right!" Daddy helps me find the key and I open the door. Wow! Everything in the house is way smaller! And daddy is so short here! It's easier to notice now that we aren't on the beach but he really is. "Are we gonna switch again now?" I ask.

"Why don't you watch TV a little for a while. I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay." I smile and look at myself in the mirror. My daddy is me and my image is smiling and grinning and jumping back and forth in the mirror. This is so funny! I wave and daddy waves. Finally I get sick of the mirror and go sit on the couch and turn the TV on. At first I am looking just for cartoons but then I find some other things that are interesting. I don't know how football is played but wait...that receiver and the lineman. I know them. This is one of my favorite teams. Daddy is sure letting me be in his body for a while. This is the longest I've been in it. Boy, I'm hungry from the beach. I go and make a burger and then think I should make one for daddy, too. I make a bunch of cheeseburgers all by myself without thinking about it. Daddy comes down in my body.

"Wow, good job, sport!"

"Thanks, I made a bunch so dig in!" We start to eat. Daddy gets a glass of water.

"Hey, buddy. How about you try a beer? You're in my body now. Do you wanna try a beer, son?"

"Beer? That's a grown up thing! You never let me drink beer! I'm not supposed to!" I'm so surprised by this my jaw is hanging probably. Daddy laughs.

"Go ahead. Just this once." I smile. I get a bottle from the fridge and take off the cap and drink from it. WOW. Holy moly oh my gosh it's really good. Like it's the best drink I've ever had! "You like it, don't you?"

"That's so good! Do you want some, daddy?"

"No, sport, not while I'm seven. It's a big boy drink. So I'll just watch you. Okay?" We eat our burgers and then we go to watch TV and I ask daddy if I can have another beer and h says yes. So we go back and he cuddles up to me. I snuggle him in my arms.

"Daddy, I'm hugging you like you hug me!"

"Just the way I planned. You're gonna have a lot of fun, Dave."

"Daddy, that's your name."

"It's your name now. Why don't you tell me about what tomorrow is going to be like?"

"Tomorrow at school?" He smiles.

"No I mean, tomorrow at the law office."

"What? Daddy I don't know how to do your job!"

"You do now. I made it so you can be the adult and I can be the kid. I've always wanted this and I thought you might like it, too."

I'm speechless. Daddy goes over to where a bunch of papers are and he hands them to me. It's a deposition. do I know that word. Suddenly I start looking through all of my cases that I have to go over tomorrow. I'm doing one major one with a labor union. Wait. I know grown up things again.

"Do you really want me to go to work?? Your work, daddy??"

"I love you, son. I want to be happy. And I can really be happy if you let me be you. I never had a good childhood like you have and I found a way to make it happen. I will go back if you want me to but if you say yes, I promise you that you'll be happy. I'll make sure of it. I didn't know what to say. At first...

It's been a hell of a week. My dad has transferred a great deal of maturity to me, and he's acting like a kid but he's retained all of his abilities and memories. I've become like him in many ways but I still act kind of immature sometimes. I'm still learning a lot about the adult world. But he's given me the ability to pass for a grownup. So we have conversations at home about the news and the cases that I'm doing. He's totally content to take on his new role of son, and he's being very good. It's like he wanted more than anything to just be taken care of, and I didn't realize how awesome it would be to take his life for him. Right now I'm smoking my first cigar. I mean, this body has had plenty but it's my first. And I won my first case in court! I feel like celebrating. Maybe a nice trip to the gym and then maybe I'll take my son out to dinner. It's weird how dad and me are both totally okay with our new roles. It was all his idea and he says he can make himself a grownup again if he wants but he will never swap back with me if I don't want to. We talked about it and he can make us look like anyone, at any age. But I want to enjoy wearing his suits and going to court a little while longer before I consider doing anything else....and maybe I'll visit that one strip club dad likes a little bit later tonight. I can always hire a babysitter! Daddy wants to have a night out!