Friday, September 7, 2018

The Hourglass (Characters): Part 3

Next up we have EDWARD, who was told he was dying.

Let's get him started, shall we? Take a spin on the Hourglass, and take some of that muscle and age from his son, the con artist...

Not bad, but I think we can do a bit better...

Good progress! Let's take a little more size now...and maybe make him handsomer...

That's more like it.


Next up we have KENNETH, who built up his fortune only to be betrayed by scheming relatives who stuck him in a nursing he is at his house before being hauled away:

Now here he is taking all the youth out of the orderly that abused him and his no good son who pushed him down the stairs...

Not bad, but..I think we can take quite a bit more...defined...

More muscle! I must have that really ME??

Now let's suck some of that youth and have a cigar...

Ungh. SO much muscle. Wanna suck some youth. MUST SUCK YOUTH!

Gotta have even more youth! More, I say!

Finally, the power is all mine! Not to mention the fact I'm cute as fuck!

The Hourglass: More Characters

So if you haven't read my 250 page so far muscle theft epic, "The Hourglass", you can do so here:

This is just a visual guide for those that like the story and want to see how I envision the characters.


starts off pretty old but after siphoning off youth and muscle...

Man I wish I could be fucking young again...


getting there...

And done!

Next up, QUINCY, the sarcastic redhead...he started off pretty old...

But with a little help from the Hourglass, took what he could...

Let's take some more of that muscle and size and age away from your criminal son...

It looks much better on him!

His progression into a stud TV reporter is now legendary.

And then there's ERIK, who was the only gay member of the group that would be turning straight (all the others traded heterosexuality for muscle, size and youth) and he started off so fat and old...

But he showed signs of improvement quickly enough...

But of course that wouldn't be quite enough...time came for him to really push back the years...

Looking very bearishly handsome here...let's pull back even more years...

Mm...Daddy likes...but how about just a bit more off the top...

Ah, that's better!

All thanks to the wonderful karmic beings giving these guys a magic room where they can exchange their old bodies for new ones, mostly by sucking it from their ungrateful sons!

Monday, August 27, 2018

“Thoughts of a Man Slowly Turning Into His Son After an Unknown Body Swap Occurred”

“Whheeeeeeeeeeee! Daddy, this feels really good!” my son says.
“ GOD, Danny! Daniel Anthony Conrad, you get off that machine right now!” I tried to say as sternly as I could inside my nine year old son’s body. Which was becoming increasingly difficult!
“Daddy, this feels amazing! My penis keeps getting big on the washing machine! And look when I touch creams like a creamsicle! It’s like ice cream is coming out!” 
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” I started hyperventilating. “Put some clothes on!”
“Just do it.” I brought him into the living room, by tugging his hands much as I used to do with him until just recently. I collected the grown up underwear and pants he had ditched and he reluctantly put them on. 
“Now look, we have to get you acting more grown up, okay? You can’t get naked like that in front of me because you’re the adult now. Adults have to be appropriate around children. SO look, I’ll give you the rundown on puberty. I should have had this talk with you by now. I mean I think you can handle it, even though...oh god. Okay, you have a man’s body and when you turn into a you have, obviously.” My son grinned widely in my body as we sat side by side on the now enormous-for-me couch. He looked unbelievably wide-eyed as he stared at everything with new eyes, trying to take in his environment, not believing he was looking down on his own father, way down. And looking around the living room from way up top like he’d always dreamed of, since forever.
“Daddy, this is so cool!” Danny shouted, pumping his arms up and down and jumping up and down as he sat like a hyperactive nine year old who just happened to look 35.
“I know. I know it’s cool. I miss being cool. I really miss it. Okay, so we have swapped bodies and that means you didn’t start at the age of 13 or 14 when boys become men biologically and medically.” My nine year old voice sounded as authoritative as a nine year old’s voice can.
“Boy, I really feel good, Daddy. Look how big I am! And the crowd goes wild for Danny Conrad whaaaaaaaa!” My son began to dance again, and pretend he was playing baseball. “I can play baseball with big boys now huh, Daddy! They wouldn’t let me play but now that I’m you, I can play with them!”
“Those ‘big kids’ as you put them are a lot younger than you now, champ!” I tried to pull him down back onto the couch but he ignored me! I tried to get a hold on his arms but he just smiled and twirled me around and horseplayed with me. I found myself really enjoying it. Yay! This is fun! I’m running after my son who is now me. I mean who cares! He looks like me! Hey, come back here!
He took off his pants again and stared at me with a smile in front of the fridge as he got out a beer and started drinking from it.

“Yes, I can!” he yelled back enthusiastically and happily. “Cause I’m a grown up now! Danny Conrad is a grown up! Whaaaaaaaaa!” he said, still making audience sounds for his imaginary fans in a baseball stadium. Baseball and beer were my son’s life! Wait. What? What? Why did I have that thought just now? So what if my son wanted to have a beer? I sure couldn’t. He was well past my age, yessirree. That’s my dad. I mean son. Son. He’s my son. Not my dad. Whoo! Where is my head going?!
“Son, stop drinking that beer. You’re still only nine deep down in there.” He was wearing pants again now, as if he had never taken them off.
“No I’m not! I’m 35, Dad! I had you when I was only 26! Your mother and I were SO happy!”
“Wait. No. You shouldn’t drink beer. I should drink beer.” I said in my super cool nine year old voice.
He laughed a guffaw. “Oh, you should. You should drink beer. Well, you know what? I’m gonna let you HAVE a sip.” He grinned and looked away in the other direction, and handed me the beer. Wow! Beer! Wait I’ve had beer. I started drinking when I was…when I was…wait, I’ve never had beer! I’m only…
“Dad, I’m only nine! Really???” He grinned okay go ahead. Wow. My Dad was gonna let me drink beer! No way! Cool! I sip it and holy god it’s sour and grosssss! I spit it out on the floor and Dad just laughs at me.
“I guess your taste buds aren’t the same as what they were, huh buddy?” He pats my leg. “Now where are those cigars?” He stands up with his beer. I take the bottle and put it on the coffee table.
“Wait. No, son sit down. Please. Please?” I implored him. He tugged back and the next thing I knew we were chasing each other around the house again! Hee hee! This is soooo much fun! Daddy! I’m gonna get you! He catches me from behind and pretends he’s a dog and barks behind me playfully. I laugh. He puts me down. God he’s so big now. So tall! He’s the grown up! I chased him some more and then we were panting on the couch looking at each other. He was panting. My son in my body was panting and smiling.
“Whoo! Did you enjoy that, Daddy? I did! It was fun, it was so so so so so much fun, Daddy whooo Daddy! WHoooooooooOOOOOO!” the big man shouted, making me laugh. “It was so funny when he imitated me! Wait, what? Daddy didn’t imitate me. Daddy. I’m Daddy. No, he’s Daddy. No, I am. Wait. Are we playing a game? Am I pretending to be him? Was he just pretending to be me for a split second and I’m actually him? Wait. No. I’m the adult. I was ALWAYS the adult! I am an adult trapped in a nine year old body and I have to get back. I have to teach him, raise him. I have to remember what I was going to say.
“Wait. Wait, champ. Okay. Okay. We have to have the sex talk. I have to give you the talk even though I’m small now and I, this body hasn’t gone through puberty but yours has. So puberty. Your body is going to change. Your dick is going to get bigger. If you’re a man you can say “dick” but it’s not okay for kids to do. You can also call it a “cock”. Those are grown up words so you can say them but I can’t. God, this is confusing!”
“Daddy, are you okay?” he asks in an authoritative voice. “Do you want a glass of water, champ? We were playing pretty hard there.”
“Okay,” I said breathing a little too fast. I had enjoyed playing with Daddy.
“Here ya go. Go easy.” He gives me the glass of water. Yum! “Don’t drink it too fast.” I did as he said. Wow, he’s so big. I love him so much. My big Daddy. I played with Daddy earlier today at the playground!

Daddy is so cool. He’s soooo big. Just look at him…me. I was sitting on that park wall. But I always have to lift myself up there! That’s not possible. I don’t have to reach. I’m a grown man! I was sitting down because I was the one with big muscles! I was the one who went through puberty. Not him! He just got lucky somehow! How did we switch?
“No, I was the dad earlier. Remember? Remember how I was the Dad? I used to be MISTER Conrad?”
“Oh yeah! Haha. I almost forgot about that! So you were gonna tell me about puberty, huh Dad?” He was calling me Dad again. That was good! I think. He used to call me Daddy.
“Wait, so. Let’s sit down.” We do so, in the kitchen this time on the high chairs. Only Daddy’s legs can reach the ground and mine can’t. It’s not fair. I want long legs like Daddy has! “I want some chocolate milk.”
He smiled warmly, so proud of me. He comes back with my very own chocolate milk box. Mmm. Chocolate! “Thanks, Daddy!”
“You’re welcome, bud. You were saying about puberty?” He sounds like me. So grown up and his voice is so deep. Why is a grown up asking me about puberty? I don’t know. I blush. I’m embarrassed.
“So…like, when you grow up and stuff, and become a man. It’s like…there’s like…stuff happens. Your balls get bigger.”
“You mean like these, Dad?”
“Dad? What happened to Daddy? You used to call me Daddy,” I say as he shows me his big balls real quick, smiles with a wink and puts his underwear and pants back on proudly. He grins smugly as he sits back down on the couch, his arms outstretched with a look of relief on his face. Daddy wears his pants and underwear. Aren’t I Dad?
“Look, champ. You’re the little guy here, so I’m just gonna tell you, I think something is happening with our minds here. Do you notice how I’m not speaking with much clearer diction and my vocabulary is increasing to an…exponential! Degree. See? Do you know what exponential means?” He asks very smugly. He is really rubbing my nose in it with that shit eating grin.
“It’s when baby rabbits get together!” I crack up, I heard that joke at school! I sassed him. Sass? I don’t sass. I’m a father, for chrissakes. Children sass. I’m not a child! I’m HIS father. Have to remember!
“OH, you’re very funny, son! But I’m still bigger than you!” He picks me up and tickles me and I laugh and giggle and squeal. He twirls me around again. He’s really loving being the big strong adult!
“I…I’m getting dizzy!” I laugh. And fall down on my butt, which makes me laugh even more! I hiccup with laughter as he laughs with me, hugging me from behind. We put our heads on the floor and smile at each other. It’s so joyous. He’s me and I’m him now. We are both so happy as we look at each other. 
“And then you get all hairy,” I say. “When you become a man.”
“Uh huh? And what else happens?” he asks.
“And then um you make babies with a lady!”
He laughs. “Oh man, that’s some pretty advanced material there, sport. Not bad for nine years old. Now, do you want me to tell you what else happens?” I nod my head.
“What, Daddy?” I notice the picture behind him, a photo in a silver frame.
That's me. I think. It's my Daddy. He has such big muscles!
“Well, what happens," my Daddy begins "Next thing that happens is your hormones start to create testosterone.” He gets very serious sounding. His voice is so deep and he’s suddenly very mature. Much more mature than me. I can see it in his eyes and the very sound of his breath. He emanates manhood.
I listen intently.
“What’s that?”
“It’s the magic ticket to being a man. And your body starts producing it as you hit the age of 13 or 14 usually. Your dick starts to get bigger, that’s what men call your penis. We say “dick” or “cock” but kids aren’t supposed to. Have you ever heard those words before, son?”
I nod my head. “Some of the bigger kids use them at school.”
“Well…they shouldn’t. It’s a bad word for little kid to say.”
“Well cursing makes you look uncouth but those words connote that a man makes sperm. And he makes sperm which comes out of his dick and before that you shouldn’t say dick or cock because you’re not a man yet.”
“So I can say those words when my dick starts to make sperm like yours.”
“Yep. And your sperm, if you are with a woman, and having sex with her. That is, putting your penis inside her vagina. Then, you can make a baby with her. Or it can just be a lot of fun.” He grinned wildly.
“How is it fun, Daddy?”
“Well, you can also do it with men. Men can have sex with each other and hey I know that now. Dad, you’re gay. I mean I’m gay. I’m the Dad now.”
“Daddy?” I say confused. “So how do I make the sperm come out?”
“Okay, so when you have sex, another word you shouldn’t use yet, just wait til this happens and then you can say “sex”. When you have sex, it feels amazing. So amazing. And when it starts happening to you, you don’t have to be with a woman or man. It can happen when you’re alone. It gets really hard and awesome, gets all big and shit.”
“Dad, you’re saying bad words.”
“Dad, not Daddy?”
“I’m 9 now. All the other kids at school just say “Dad” now. I’m not a baby.”
“I know, I know. Okay, you can just call me DAD, not DADDY,” he said in exaggerated tones. He was so funny. I laugh.
“So what happens?”
“You can stay hard for a while. If you’re really lucky and plastered, cause alcohol definitely helps, uh, you can be hard for an hour or more. Or just keep getting hard over and over. It’s awesome. It feels so great and when you start masturbating?” He said, totally comfortable discussing this material with me. “It’s so awesome. And also when you become a man you get to call sperm “cum”. That’s the word when it comes out, too. You are cumming. It’s the best feeling in the world when it squirts out. I know it doesn’t sound like it but just trust me. It’s an explosion of awesome. I just can’t wait for you to get to puberty, and I’ll give you all the privacy you need. Your mother and I are divorced now. It’s just us studs here, right?” I smile. Dad was so cool.
“So are you gay?”
“ME? I’m…actually bisexual. Yes. You know what gay is. It’s like I’m both. So I like guys and girls and your mother is fine with that.”
“Oh. Okay. That’s cool.” I smile. “So what am I?”
“Well you will find out when you start having sexual fantasies. You’ll have those later, so don’t worry about it. I mean, do you ever think about getting with girls?”
I grimace. “With guys?” I grimace. I’m embarrassed.
“Noooo I’m only nine. I’m really smart at everything but that. Yet.” My Dad laughs.
“You are so smart. You are the smartest kid in your class and I’m proud of you. Any day now you’re going to start acting like a really big boy. Just keep trying.”
“Okay, Dad. I love you.” I hug him. He smiles. I used to be his dad. But that’s okay. He’s Dad now. And I’m okay with that. I’m so filled with love for him and I’m happy for him. I get to watch him go to work and try to climb the ladder of success while I depend on him, wait for him to come home, love him and adore him and one day I’ll be just like YOU, Dad!!!
“I love you SO much.” He kisses my head. I look up at him adoringly.
“Do you have any idea how we’ll switch back?”
“I don’t think there’s a way back, champ. I’m your dad now for whatever reason. Something in a wormhole might have done it, and we entered some kind of spatial distortion in the fabric of time where our souls swapped and it’s mysterious and mystical and completely amazing! I mean we switched bodies and now I have all your memories and you have mine. It’s like some kind of miracle in totally astral projection beauty and you have no idea what I’m saying, do you?” I frown and nod no.
“It’s okay. I still love you.”
“I love you, too!” he picks me up and holds me. He has way more muscles now. He has way bigger muscles than I ever had for some reason. Unless it helps him get a boyfriend or something. Yeah, it’s cool that my dad’s gay. Daniel to his friends and he used to be Danny, my little boy. I have to say goodbye to that idea, now. I’ll have to wait to be big again. I was Stanley. Now I’m little Stanny.
“I’m glad you can be the dad now. It was so hard.”
“I know,” he kisses my head once more as we head upstairs so he can help me with my homework, give me a bath and then I’m off to bed. Off to have dreams of the day when I’ll be a grown up muscled up cigar smoking stud just like my Daddy.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

The Amazing Mr. Cachimbo: Father's Day Special Part 1

Mr. Cachimbo's Fine Tobacco. It appeared on the street corner of a popular neighborhood in the old part of town. It was the downtown historical district, and had old timey lettering on all the storefronts. Cachimbo's suddenly appeared and a number of men noticed that there was a special weeklong Father's Day Special. Mr. Cachimbo's is not a chain but it appears in many towns like this. Not too big to be considered cities, not too small to stand out. It travels. It appears where nothing was there before but a vacant store.

In reality it places itself into that space and I change it around each time. I am Mr. Cachimbo and I'm an immortal. How I became immortal? Long story? My powers though, are limited to tobacco. I can enchant it and anyone that I sell it to. It's my specialty in the magic world, you could say.

This Father's Day I set out to do something a little different. Most of the time I enchant men to make them cigar and pipe smokers, and to enjoy the company of other men. But on Father's Day I liked to do something a little different and change their lives around for a bit. I decided to do father and son body swaps, or age swaps. This year it was body swaps. Many of our customers have found new happiness changing the "roles" in their lives or reversing roles with someone they are close to. In honor of Father's Day, here are some stories of fathers and sons that learned to do things in a slightly new way...thanks to yours truly.


Darrin didn't want to go home. He had just bought himself a Father's Day cigar. His son was six and the divorce had been brutal. He downed his beer. That guy Cachimbo sure had been insistent he take this particular brand. But it was worth it. The taste was incredible. Funny how he had never smoked a cigar before in his life but now he was completely enjoying the experience, in a way he had never anticipated. He didn't want to leave until he finished it, and he was almost compelled to smoke it all the way to the stub. The bar didn't have a problem with it and though he had never smoked before, he felt right at home doing so.

The phone rang. That was the ex wife. She was dropping the kid off finally. In an hour. He finished his cigar and drove home. He really wanted to spend as little time as possible with her but it was necessary in order to spend time with the kid. Poor Rich.

Rich, when he finally came, looked sad as his bitch of an ex wife dropped him off.

"Hey, kiddo." He hugged his little first grader.

"You smell bad!" Rich huffed and puffed and ran upstairs to the room he kept when he lived with his dad.

"Hey, that's a premium stench. You'll understand when you're older and manlier."

"No I won't!"

Darrin followed his son. "Hey, don't go running off like that, talking to me that way. Turn around."

"No," Rich said, folding his arms. "I hate you today."

"Why do you hate me?"

"Because the kids made fun of me because my daddy doesn't live with me anymore."

"I'm sorry, kiddo. That was really mean of them and they shouldn't say things like that. If I had it my way, I'd be living with you all the time."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not lying. I wish there was a way for us to spend more time together. Hell, I wish you lived with me. But you don't." Suddenly he grew very woozy and everything blurred. He realized he was on the floor and another man was on the floor, too. He stood up and looked around. Then up. At himself, as himself got up.

"Hey," the man who looked like him said. "What happened?"

I soon discovered that I was a six year old boy again and my son was inhabiting my body.

"NO WAY! I'm taller than you! Hahaha! This is neat! Yayyyyy!" My son took off in my body and ran down the stairs.

"No! Wait! Stop!"

My son in my body hopped around the living room, knocking over a lamp, which cracked as he fell, tripping on the power cord.

"Ow! Owwwww," He started crying immaturely.

"Stop crying! Men don't cry!"

"I'm not a man, I'm six years old!" he said in my voice. "Why am I tall, what's happening!" I got him to pull himself up and stand in front of me. We looked into the mirror in the living room. My cel phone rang from HIS pants. I pulled it out. It was a voice I didn't recognize. It told me the cigar I'd purchased had a magic curse on it and I was able to stay with my son if I was able to remain a six year old, while he took my place as an adult...and I explained it all in detail to my son.

"So, we can stay together, pumpkin. You can be the adult. You now have custody of ME, somehow. I guess things are different only so long as I remain a child. I can't believe I'm even considering this."

"Can we go back, Daddy?"

"We can. The decision is up to me. He said if I let you be me, you'll get all my adult knowledge and I'll lose mine. I'll be like a kid again and you'll be a grown up."

"Dad? I like being big! This is the coolest thing ever! It's like, so cool and I'm tall now! Vrooooom!" He said, starting to make airplane noises as he pretended to fly around the room.

"Hold on, son. I'm not sure I want to go back to being six again, even if it means you and I can be...together again."

"I knew you were lying! You're just a big liar!" He sat down and pouted on the couch, acting very immature for being in such a big boy body.

"It's just...I have been an adult such a long time and..."

"You don't really care about me!" he pouted. I tried to console him but he kept acting sad and angry with me. Things went like this for two whole days. In that time, he learned how to drive and acted really happy when he talked about touching things he couldn't reach before. Every day was a new discovery...I had caved on calling Cachimbo to ask him to reverse this.

A few weeks later, the new Darrin pulled into the parking lot where Cachimbo's used to be. son, that is, had been complaining about having to go back to school and relearn everything and now hated being a shrimp boat again. I lit up a cigarette. God, I loved being an adult. Riding my hog. Going out whenever I wanted to, provided the little guy could take care of himself. But then Dad...I son...started to act more and more lost without me I knew I couldn't just leave to go to bars and shit. I even curse like a grown up now. Crazy! I was playing with toy motorcycles just a month ago and now I could ride one! I even cut my hair and bought this leather jacket as my new look.

I go to dad's job and I do accounting work. But I love dressing up in leather and riding my chopper. Fuck, I wonder if uh the new Rich will need help with his homework tonight...I better go. After all, Cachimbo's has completely disappeared so he's gonna need me for a little while longer...


This is freaking awesome! I'm only 11 and I'm smoking cigars! I can pretty much do that because I'm dad now. I mean I am a MAN now! It's so wild.

Dad was smoking one of his cigars on Father's Day and I had forgotten to make him a card or buy him one. He said something about how I needed to respect him and we got into an argument. Anyway, I told him he had it so easy and he wished I could know what it was like to have to live in his shoes...and now I am!

Dad has been going crazy. Apparently the guy who sold him the cigar is some crazy wizard. He told Dad that it was up to ME as to whether we went back or not. So I smiled and said, sure Dad. Maybe in a few years. You know, when my body is older and you're tall and big and then I can go to college. I'm even making sure he calls me Sam, which used to be his name. I know it's confusing but it's better if we make a full commitment to being each other.

Dad is furious but I got all his knowledge.

I also got a boyfriend. It's weird how mixed up everything is. I was gay in Dad's body for some reason. He won't admit to me it's because he's always been gay. Mom probably knew when she was around (she skipped town and we haven't heard from her since I was five). I love being a grown up so much! I can have sex, smoke cigars, drink, drive. I mean, I go to work, too. I'm a bartender and I talk all day with interesting hot guys. What more could I ask for? I mean, I could call Cachimbo. But I heard that place just up and moved somewhere. I am gonna break it to Dad eventually...I still have the dude's number but I'm not going to call it. I'll tell Dad I lost it. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna spend some time with the BF. Check you later.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

The Manager Strikes Again: Colin's Big Summer

So, this was me. Summer 2017. That's me on the left hand side. My name is Colin. The guy next to me is Nico. We could not have been more different but he offered to let me come along on his big babe pussy busting Fuck Tour of California. I was sort of tagging along with him and feeling regret over ever having agreed to come in the first place. I sort of figured it would be good to be on my own for a bit and not at school or spending the first summer during my college experience at home with the parents. Nico's uncle had given him the use of his beach house for a full two weeks. It was an amazing opportunity to bring home hot people we wanted to fuck. I thought it would be really fun but I found myself feeling totally inadequate. I mean, I have Grindr and being the token gay guy I wasn't going to get anywhere in public like Nico. He literally would just walk up to beautiful women on the beach and he would love to use me as his gay best friend. It was a way for him to pick up women; he sold himself as the ultimate confident straight man, not threatened or homophobic, a very sensitive and funny guy that just happened to have a hammer of a cock. I hadn't seen it but the screams from his bedroom could not have been wrong. 

But I really wasn't getting anywhere. I was between a rock and a hard place. I mean, just look at me.

Sallow, barely defined chest, pencil thin arms. My whole body was like a "before" advertisement for those old bodybuilding ads, and Nico was the "after". Except that he was more handsome and no one would ever confuse us as being the same person, ever. My problems were magnified by the fact that I was a top and never felt the inclination to bottom for anyone. I liked to suck dick but I didn't really like to receive it. I desperately wanted to find huge muscle studs and fuck them. But no one online bought that I could be a top stud. It was unbelievably frustrating. 

I decided to get a job since I could use the extra money. There was a fun fair carnival near the docks and it was open every day. They needed someone to do game booths. It was a fun job with the ring toss and handing out stuffed bears. The night air brought me the crisp, deep scent of the sea, and the sea-salt smell of the ocean goes really well with popcorn smells. The entire place was magical. Sometimes they would pull me to sell cotton candy at the booth across the way. I loved every second. Anyway, so one night things are closing up and I'm walking through the carnival. It's dark and the lights of the Ferris wheel and all the midway were lit up, half of them yellow and orange, blinking their neon shrouds and starry halos over the sky like a nebula of new stars just being born. Yeah, I'm a science geek, okay? Like you're really so surprised. There was this one archway lit up with bulbs that I had never noticed before. I walked over to it, almost hypnotized. I walked through this dark alleyway. Behind me, the lights blinked off. I was totally in the dark. I turned to go back but the way I'd come was gone. In its place was a wooden fence. The fuck? I mouthed.

Suddenly, right ahead of me as if on cue, neon orange and yellow bulbs flicked on the word "ENTER" I looked around me. No one was here. I carefully edged forward. It looked like the only way out. I had terrible vision so maybe I just got turned around and even though I could have sworn I only walked forward, maybe I just made a mistake...I entered the small shack. It smelled like sawdust and damp and sand. A few candles lit in candleholders built onto the walls. It had a very Halloween maze feel to it, I thought to myself. There was only one door open on the left and candles lit the inside as well. 

There was a shadowy figure waiting for me. He sat in the dark. He wore what appeared to be a pinstripe suit and a fedora covered his eyes. A single candle lit the room. His features were barely visible. A strong chin, thick stubble. His voice was extremely powerful and deep, as if he was speaking from the bottom of a tunnel or a well, with just a bit of an echo. 


"Who...who are you?" I took the chair in front of me and gingerly sat down, half afraid something would bite me. I stared opposite from him on the other side of a thick, worn table. How did he know my name?


"Okay," my voice said, with no reverberation or echo. "What do you want with me? I thought Kevin was the manager," I said meekly. 


"I'm going now," I said, twinged with fear. But I couldn't get up. 


"Y-yes," I found myself admitting, as if under a spell. The Manager laughed under his breath, almost a mix of cackle and rumble. I didn't like it at all.


He pushed forward a contract. I started to read it in the candlelight. It looked like it was typed a hundred years ago, the font was so outdated. 

"Okay, I'm trying not to freak out but it's like you read my mind. I dream of taking all of his muscle, and looking more like him. But how would you know that? Are you...are you like the devil or something?" I swallowed, terrified. 


"I don't know why I believe you, but I do. So, all I have to do is sign? I don't have to give you your soul?"


I signed. Quickly. 


I managed to find my way out. I was on the Midway and the arch I originally went through was replaced by a wooden fence. Behind it a bunch of locked old warehouses. I rode home on my bike and plopped down exhausted. 

The next morning I got up and got dressed and took a double take as I stared at the mirror. 

Was that ME? My face had filled out. My eyes looked a lot better and I was handsomer than just the day before. I still had a fairly thin frame but I looked a little bit older and more mature, in a good way. I discovered that my manhood, aka my dick, was a whole new story. Oh my GOD! It was twice the size as before. I danced around for a bit, my dick flopping all over, slapping delightfully against my legs. I'm freakin' huge down there! I marveled. Last night wasn't a dream. My whole body was different. It was better. More beautiful. Manlier. 

I put my big huge new dick away where it belonged and found Nico in the living room. He looked up at me and rubbed his eyes. 

"Oh man, where you been, stud?" He walked over and gave me a hug. Then a kiss. 

I never dreamed I'd kiss Nico but I did. I shoved him back on the couch and mindlessly explored his mouth without hesitation. This straight guy who I'd been roommates with for a year, been good friends wish, was now suddenly making out with me! It was enough to send me over the edge. It was like the best dream I ever had! This couldn't be real! I greedily ate out his ass after he pulled his pants down. We walked into his uncle's bedroom where Nico had been sleeping. 

"Fuck, I need it. I need you, Colin. Baby, suck me off." 

I started to do so, interchanging it with my hand, sucking and stroking for like twenty minutes. He moaned. I moaned. I cried as his cum finally splashed inside his mouth. I edged out the last bit of cum and looked over at Nico, who was now unrecognizable...

I knew it was him but he had shrunk and he was no longer the tan Italian stud he had been before. He was pale now, like me. Only I was...bigger. Fuller. My arms!

"Oh fuck. Look at me!"

"I am," Nico said, overcome with desire. He was sweating and looking up at me. With adoration. I'd never seen that look in a man's eyes before. It suddenly drove me wild. "Baby, that was incredible." His voice had lost several octaves. It had been so deep before.

"Well, don't think I'm done with you yet, boy." I said, every word coming out of my mouth like it was a Hollywood actor's voice. Rich and smooth, not the reedy and minute voice I had before, no longer squeaking but roaring like a tiger. I helped myself to finger his asshole. He moaned and panted and gasped as I shoved two fingers in further.

"Fuck me, please," he squeaked, barely mouthing the words.

"What? What was that?" My arms were so...strong now! I marveled at the peaks of muscle on my biceps and triceps as I fingered my former straight friend.

"Fuuu-uuuu-uuuu-uuuck me, plee-eeeease. Please. Fuck. Me. Please. Pleee-eeee-eeeease oh god."

I shucked off my pants, giving him a little show, swinging my big old natural top dick out and it was at full mast. He looked ready to cry from sheer pleasure.

"You want me to fuck you!? FUCK YEAH!" I roared, and plunged deep inside him. I can't describe what it felt like, because as I had never fucked a man before I was no an animal, I was fully gladiatorial, guttural and snapping and frothing at the mouth as I shoved my new cucumber into his little boy hole. He cried out and I was in ecstasy. The most indescribable thing was that he was slowly shrinking. I could see his arms caving in. I could see mine getting bigger. I came a bucketload inside his boy cunt. I screamed out. I pulled out. I wiped my dick off with my hand and spread my cum all over his face and he eagerly licked it. I looked at him and felt arrogance wash over me. I was so proud of my body. My muscles flexed and I found myself posing in front of him.

"God, I love it when you pose after. You are a fucking stud! I'm so fucking lucky." He said this between panting. I looked down on him with such satisfaction. I fucked that little ass. He gave me his muscle and he didn't even realize it. This was all totally normal for him.

I felt like a new man entirely. My features were more handsome, and now I had a five o clock shadow of stubble which I felt in wonder. My body had grown muscles and then some. My arm and chest felt especially incredible. I strutted around the house like I owned it. I had never felt this...good. I felt myself beaming with pride over my newest conquest.

"What...what happened? Why am I small! I'm big! I'm a big guy!"

"You're under new management," I said, coming back in the room and grabbing his shoulders and giving them a massage, and grabbed him close to me from behind with the other arm. "You're going to be a lot happier this way. Trust me."

"I used to be big, though." He whimpered and cried. I laughed warmly.

"It's all just a dream you were having, boy. It's all just a dream."

" felt so real, and you're so manly. I wish I was manly like you."

I hushed him and held him, cradled him and then forced him down on the bed again. I was stronger than him now so I could hold him down quite easily and I did so with gusto.

I kept my job at the carnival but now women couldn't get enough of me. They fawned over me and I adored the attention. One night a really gorgeous woman, more gorgeous than I ever thought a woman could be asked if I could come home. My dick was hard. For a woman. It was the most unexpected thing in the world but I told her I had my own beach house for the summer and she was all in. I drove her home in my Jeep Ranger. Nico rode my bicycle now and I was driving his truck. Things were changing so quickly. I was so confident as we arrived at my abode. I strutted right past Nico in the living room and told him not to wait up. I winked as he fidgeted with his XBox console and looked sad and shy as I escorted my lovely date into the bedroom where I proceeded to fuck the shit out of her.

I felt his humiliation. I felt his pain knowing that he wasn't the one being fucked, that I was also into women now and he had been made entirely gay. I had taken his hetero side and kept my own gay sex drive. But as I fucked the blond (Veronica? Trisha? Patty? Who knows, I fuck so many girls now I lose track) I felt my muscles tense up. I was actually engorging again, but because he felt cuckolded! I realize that just a few days ago he had fucked the same woman! I had only seen her very briefly from my window as she left the house with those sexy legs of hers. I had been so jealous of her that night! Now I was fucking the same gal!"

"Who's the man, baby"

 "You are, stud!"

"Damn right!" I said, fully engorged, so full, so big down there. I wasn't used to feeling so huge, so much, filling up so much space with my big flopping dick. She moaned in agony and ecstasy and I yelled out in unbelievable agony and joy at the same time, but for a different reason. I was receiving more of Nico. More of his essence. Becoming what he was and more!

She walked, limping down the steps to her car when Nico watched her, his thin hands and emaciated body feeling suddenly frail and cold... A few days passed.

I brought home more women. For three days. All women he had fucked before. I asked him after each one had left, did he remember fucking her and he said "yes" in the most adorable pipsqueak voice.

"Well I don't think you're ever gonna fuck a woman again, being a little nerdy gay boy," I said, gleefully touching his cute little ass.

"Why have we changed?" he looked up at me, imploringly. He was fighting to remember his reality but it was slipping away from him.

"Because it's for the better. You're helping me to get huge, buddy! And I really, really appreciate it." I picked him up with a surge of hormones. My testosterone was through the roof! I held him against the wall and told him to try to move. He struggled against my now much more immense frame.

"I can't, you're too big," he whispered. "Please let me touch you tonight."

"Not tonight, nerd. Janissa is coming over. But you can listen in." I swatted his ass.

The following night I was so pumped.

"What's up, little man. You been missing all this muscle? Huh, tiny?"

"Oh my God, please say you'll fuck me tonight, Colin. Pleeeeease. I need your cock so badly."

"Well, since you put it that way, little guy, maybe I can keep you occupied enough. Get naked, shrimp ball. Now are you going to eat up all my cum like a good little boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sir? I like that. Yeah, boy, eat my creamsicle. Fuck yeah!" I shot load after load in his little mouth. He could barely get his mouth around my cock now.

I fucked him every night after that for five days. Every night I grew slightly more masculine. My voice dropped even further. I had a booming laugh and a commanding voice of my dreams. My stubble grew in even thicker. I started to look...older. Better. More mature. Dad like. And he grew thinner. And shorter.

One day, I looked like this.

I no longer worked at the carnival. I was a businessman and I owned several properties in town. I owned a restaurant, a hotel and a local trailer park. I also looked like a golden god. I walked down the beach like I was God's gift to men and women. I was a non stop fuck stud. I spent most of my days just working out and enjoying the beach, going surfing and finding hot chicks and boys to come home with me and fuck. But eventually I drained Nico of the last of his ego. Sometimes he was aware of who he used to be but I noticed that every time I fucked him and drained him, less and less of the original him survived. Now he had been a local boy that I had taken in. His parents had never understood him being gay and it was bad enough that he was a heavily bullied little person.

He was perfect for me now. One day I knew I had drained all there was to. There was no more and we had reached the end of that road. Now he was mine forever.

"Hello, sir."

"Hey, boy. You getting ready for me in there?"

"Please let me worship your muscles, Sir."

"What's my name, little man?"

"Your name is Master Colin, Sir."

"That's right, boy. Who is Master of this House?"

"You are, Sir. I love you, Sir."

It's been a full year now and I can honestly say my dwarf boyfriend Nico is the hottest man on the planet. He is perfect for an older stud like me. He is in man ways the complete opposite of me. Shy, but with a little bit of sass, and he loves nothing more than to undress in front of his "boss". He works at my hotel and I enjoy making him serve me there at times. My little buddy for life.

I mean, look at me. I think the Manager did a pretty damn good job at feeding if this is the result. I got a letter from him in the mail that Nico had made one of the most delicious meals he had had in aeons. So I guess I did a good job of fucking the hot little stud.

Every day that goes by I think, this is the form I had on the inside all along. It just needed some help in coming out. My beautiful boyfriend is grateful too, to have such an amazingly muscled sugar daddy. My Big Summer has turned into My Big Life. I am never going back to being a wimp again. Now if you'll excuse me, my dick is throbbing for some of my boyfriend's delicious mouthwatering goodness. I have to say, the little guy gives one hell of a powerful blowjob! Who knew it could feed a god by giving all his strength and manhood to me? Oh hell yeah!

Oh and just by telling you all this, I now think you can trust that I have your best interests at heart. As soon as I saw you forlorn on that boardwalk some days ago, a short, ugly mess of a teenager, I knew you had to see my old pal The Manager. Be sure to say hello for me. Go to the carnival and wait until closing and you'll find him...and have an awesome summer.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

The Debt

My name is Reese Sachs. I live in the Pacific Northwest, in a small town. I drive a truck. I work at a hardware store. I don't make that much money. But I have a young son, age 9. My girlfriend didn't want to be a mom but I really wanted to be a dad. I convinced her to let me be the sole parent rather than have an abortion. She left shortly after. I love my son to death. I'm a good dad. 

But I have had money problems. A lot of them. I was unemployed for a while and had some legal disputes eat up my money. I was sued for building a barn on the edge of a property line. I was involved with a money laundering suit at the former place I used to work, and had to clear my name. I won in court but I wound up horribly in debt. What could I possibly do so I wouldn't lose my house? The bank was going to take it unless I came up with some money fast. 

Well, then that's when things got interesting. 

I was smoking a cigarette after work one day when these two guys in suits approached me. Asked me if I was Mr. Reese Sachs and I said "Yeah, who wants to know?"

I'm going to cut to the chase by saying they offered me money. I was suspicious. Who wouldn't be? But they gave a card to some high end company and told me that they were interested in getting my genetic samples. Said my blood might help them cure a disease. Well, shit. My lucky fuckin' day I guess, right? They showed up one more time just as I was getting threatened with having the bank take the house. I agreed to go in and meet their boss, a Mr. Ubbo Bolt. He sounded European and rich.

I made an appointment with them and drove a few hundred miles away. Jaxson stayed with my best friend and his wife for the weekend. It was outside city limits, in between rural communities. A large office building in the middle of nowhere, perched on a small round hill. Heavily manicured lawns. Modern architecture. Clean white and dark glass. It was all very posh. I should have worn my only suit, I thought. I suddenly became self-conscious. I had never been able to go to college but I wasn't a stupid man by any means. I had educated myself as best as I could. It unsettled me to be around any kind of true opulence or sign of it. The light gray lobby I passed through contained antiques tastefully arranged in between the natural lighting; twisted beams wrapped around the room. Skylights everywhere. The entire thing felt peaceful. The two men in suits met me and guided me from there.

We stepped into a glass elevator and it took us up to the 38th top floor. I saw the landscape before me. There was nothing around for miles. Some farms could barely be seen on the horizon. What the hell was this place? The top floor was immaculate. Mosaics and Renaissance paintings. I'm no expert but they looked like the originals.

"Mr. Bolt will see you now." They opened the immense doors to the most obscenely large office I'd ever seen in my life. A grand piano on the left. Huge arched windows covering the far end looking out over the landscape.

"You Reese Sachs?" a gruff, rumbling voice said from behind me, catching me off guard. I jumped slightly. To my right and slightly behind me, I had to look up to see Mr. Ubbo Bolt. He sure as hell didn't sound European. His accent was very flatly American. He was a big man. They don't make many much bigger. I immediately felt somewhat intimidated by his size.

"Why don't we have a seat, Mr. Sachs?" I followed him over to an expensive looking desk with expensive looking chairs. He sat behind it authoritatively and I wondered why he wasn't wearing something a little people-y. "Mr. Sachs, you have some money problems and I have a research problem. I'll be blunt. I happen to know your son has a rare genetic potentiality. I want that potentiality for my company to use for a very special purpose."

"My son? I thought you brought me here for some kind of...blood test or something. So you can fight disease." He smiled ruefully.

"Not entirely inaccurate. But we can't really give details before you come here. What we're doing is cutting edge research. This body that you see before you is enhanced by several products."

I bet.

"Which in combination with a rare genetic potentiality gives us exactly the data we need. We are making it so that humans will be impervious to disease. All disease. Eventually. But we need to work out a few kinks. Your son has a rare genome. Now, what I'm about to say is going to sound very implausible, Mr. Sachs. But it is entirely true. I am a lot older than I look. I don't really celebrate my birthdays much anymore but I can remember when this country started."

"What country?"

"The USA. I'm over 300 years old, Mr. Sachs. Though you wouldn't know it by looking at me."

"Am I on TV? Is this a gag?"

"There are no cameras, Mr. Sachs." He took something out of his desk and set it down with a thunk on his mahogany desk. It was a solid gold bar. He nudged it forward. "You want another one?" He took out three more. I took one gingerly in my hand and tested it with a nail clipper I kept in my wallet. It slightly indented just like gold would. I gulped.

"I'll give you $100,000 dollars for your son to come here. For you see, I have very advance technology. I had access to it 300 years ago, although I can't tell you how. But it has allowed me to switch bodies with anyone I choose over hundreds of years."

"Your name is what, German?"

"Dutch, actually. But I am able to absorb aptitudes or linguistic traits of the body which hosts my consciousness."

"This is very surreal," I said, looking at the gold. "And strange. And cruel. Why would you give me a hundred K?"

"I switch bodies once every few decades. I took this body because I had reached my 50s and I was finding it no longer suitable for my assignments. So I procured this one from a prison about ten years ago. He was a very fine specimen and I was actually able to increase his already extensive mass. Your son's body could reach that mass someday with the proper enhancements. But more to the point his immunity to certain ailments will be critical to our research."

"You want to switch bodies with my son? That's not possible. None of this is possible." I felt my voice weak as I held the five pound gold bar, worth probably more than my house and then some.

He took out a small, round metal device that resembled a small metal frisbee a few inches across and came around and put it on my neck. I felt a slight sting.

"Ow!" I lifted my hand to my neck.

"Don't take it off. I'm going to prove it to you. If you'll be so kind as to sit till, I'll swap bodies with you myself and you can see it in action." He produced a similar device and attached it to his neck.

My eyes rolled back in my head. When I came to, I was staring at myself sitting in a chair.

"What the-hey what the hell. My voice!" My voice boomed. I stood up. I was wearing his simple clothes adorning my body. I felt immense. Powerful. Every inch of me was gorgeous. I stared in wonder at my arms. I let out a little sound of glee and disbelief, which sounded much manlier than I ever sounded. I mean I do okay in the masculine department but I was never a really BIG guy. This was beyond my dreams. I smiled incrementally and stared at my hands. My body stood up and I realized I was much taller than I had been. He wore my body well and gave me a calm smile, a proud smile.

"You see, Mr. Sachs, I can make your problems disappear. Now, let's just get used to these bodies for a bit longer. We won't be able to swap back right away. It takes an hour or so for the neurons to settle down. If we swap back now, we'll have headaches for days and I would like to avoid that."

I tested out my new body at his request. We walked outside to the hallway. Ubbo nodded to the men in suits with his satisfied grin and nodded to them. "Pieter. Gerard. Mr. Sachs is going to try out my current frame in the gym." I walked behind him feeling the heft of my new legs. It was like a dream. It was like the difference between driving my truck and a Maserati. We entered a state of the art gym. I lifted some weights I could never have lifted before. I lifted 250 pounds like it was nothing! I marveled at how strong I was and laughed in excited glee. I worked out with a few other machines. I crushed the bicep curl machine. I felt my dick get so hard it nearly burst out of my shorts. I could feel the sweat go down the rivulets of my sculpted pecs and drip down to my crotch. It was amazing.

We came back to his office and sat down at the desk. He used my body to sit in his chair and I sat across from him, our bodies totally changed but in the same seats as we had occupied before. Sitting down I could look down on him but he didn't seem to care. He sat back with a satisfied expression as if he was totally at peace with the world. It was a look on my face I didn't recognize. I had never seen myself so carefree.

"Mr. Sachs, what are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering if I can keep this thing." I stared at my meaty hand. "I mean, you want a body, why not take mine?"

"Because it has to be your son, Mr. Sachs. I need his genetic makeup to be mine. I can't explain the science of it. It's quite beyond your understanding."

"I'm not stupid," I said in my hulking, deep voice. I felt so commanding. I felt so...powerful. I had to hide the smile from my face. God, I'd never felt so good. I flexed. I could flex all day! It felt amazing!
I turned back to him. "So what is it, aliens? Time travel? Another dimension?"

"Maybe it's all three. Maybe it's just one. Maybe it's none of those." He shrugged. "You're not going to get your answer, Mr. Sachs. Though I apologize for being patronizing. It was actually in your personality assessment that you were proud of what you can accomplish intellectually in spite of your misfortunes in life. If you had a better start, I have no doubt that you would have gone much further. So. Here is what I propose. Your son and I will switch bodies. In exchange, you will receive two hundred thousand dollars. Your son will receive an even 3 million in a bank account set up for him. Neither of you need to pay taxes on this income. You will put your house in order as it were. As for me, I'll take your son's body for my own. Additionally, you will get the chance to have a new body that we choose for you when you reach the age of 60. Unless you have a dire medical ailment, in which case someone will come for you and retrieve you. You will have NO contact from us after we give you your money and leave you and your son to sort out your lives."

I absently felt the prickling of the cold air on my now bald head. I wasn't used to being bald.

"But...what about my son? He just disappears? Someone will notice."

"We've thought of this in advance, Mr. Sachs. We will relocate you to another state, another town. You will be given a new house. New vehicles. We will legally adopt your son, or rather myself, with a willing pair of surrogate parents chosen by the company who are aware of my transformation."

"But my son will be in this huge body. I'll be in my old body. He'll be...bigger than me. With the mind of a 9 year old! That's insane!"

"That has ways of working itself out. We can give him a neuro orientation program. It's a sort of variation on brainwashing that will integrate itself into his mind over the first few weeks or months he is downloaded into this particular frame you are currently enjoying."

"How about I take this body and my son takes my old body? This one is's so BIG!" I couldn't stop feeling my pecs and my biceps with my hand. It just felt so good. Like a drug you couldn't stop taking.

"I know, Mr. Sachs. I've had it for years. But now I'm afraid it's time to go back to normal."

I fell asleep and woke up as myself again. Ubbo Bolt smiled his insanely smug smile.

"Did you like that? I can imagine you did. You can have that sensation again. We can give you a body that is just as big as this one but you'll have to wait for it. And now I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to make a decision. I can't wait on this. I need you to tell me now." He said, slowly taking the gold bars back and putting them away as I watched them intently.

"I...I'll have to let him decide. I mean, I'm his father but this is his body we're talking about here, so... what about his lifespan? Will he get another new body when he gets older, too? This body is huge but it's what, 30? 35?"

"Thirty three, actually. And yes, he will."

"I feel like this is all a dream."

"Mr. Sachs, this is the best dream you'll ever have. Trust me."

I drove home hundreds of miles that night, having signed a piece of paper that gave parental approval for the swap to take place under the condition that Jaxson consented to it.

The next day it was Sunday, and so I took Jaxson out to breakfast. We rarely did so but there's a diner in the small town we lived in that I loved to take him to. He got a huge dripping stack of blueberry pancakes with bacon on the side. I got a breakfast skillet. I got him excited for a big surprise and I told him what happened to me when I got home.

He didn't believe me at first. I talked with him about it over and over for hours, answering as many of his questions as I could. He really wanted to know what would happen to him if he was in a big grown up body and I told him I really didn't know. But we were talking about millions of dollars here. He would have enough money for a really long time. And Ubbo...that is, Mr. Bolt is coming here tonight."

"So like, I wouldn't have to go to school anymore?"

"I don't know. I guess you could go to a university if you wanted to. We can ask him. But you wouldn't be able to go to 4th grade. You would be 33 years old. That's just a few years younger than me, son."

"Is this a joke?"

"No, and Ubbo is coming here tonight."


"Yes. I was supposed to prepare you. Only you can accept this. It's all your decision. I won't try and make it for you, but just think of all we can do with that money. You won't miss being a kid, son. Trust me. I mean, I was in that body. It's incredible. And Ubbo says you don't really even have to exercise in it. Not a whole lot anyway. It's...enhanced he says."

"But what about my friends?"

"We'll move. You can make new friends. Although it won't be with kids. More like grown ups my age."

"Are you LYING to me?"

"No, and watch your tone. Don't take a tone with me, son."


"Okay, what?"

"Okay, Sir." I had trained my son to be polite when he got upset. I had him use the polite phrase "Sir" as much as possible with me.

"And they'll give you a special sort of magic learning tool," I continued. "So you can understand grown up things. Ubbo says it's like speed learning."

I talked with Jaxson for a few more hours about the pros and cons but really he had the faith of a child. He started to get really excited and bounced around the house sing-songing "I'm gonna have muscles! I'm gonna be strong! I'm gonna be tall! I don't have to go to school anymore!" He danced around like that and I encouraged him and picked him up and held me in my arms.

"Will you still do this when I'm grown up?"

"I'll still hug you but..." I said, my voice muffled as I talked into his shoulder "I think you'll be a little too heavy for me to pick up."

I don't care if I'm a bad parent for doing this. Jaxson was my son and I loved him. I wanted him to have the best. I'd figure out a way for this to work. Though I worried. Deep down, I worried.

Ubbo showed up at 8 pm sharp. I welcomed him inside. The two suits were there, and they opened up a suitcase containing two of the mind switching silvery neck frisbees.

"I have to admit, I'm really going to miss this body. But I've had it long enough. Hello, Jaxson," Ubbo said, extending a very confident hand which firmly gripped and outsized greatly the much younger boy's. "Are you ready to trade bodies and be a man now? Are you excited?"

"Yes! This is so cool. Is this real?"

"You'll find out soon enough how real, kid."

One of the suits produced some kind of electronic pad in front of Jaxson. "Please press your hand here and state you will willingly consent to this body swap."

"Okay." Jaxson put his hand on it and it responded with an electronic blue imprint.

"You have to say the words," the suit urged. "I consent to this body swap." Jaxson repeated it.

"Great," Ubbo Bolt said. "Now. Just a few things. We have packets of information for both of you. Where your new house is. We chose western Texas. You actually have a ranch house now. Full information regarding your son's new identity. A fake history. We provide work references if he ever needs them. You will be given the number to an agent who can provide them for whatever profession you decide to pursue, Jaxson. You should have enough money to last you for the next 27 years, which is when we'll see you again to give you a new body to replace this one," he told Jaxson. "We'll see you in 22 years, Mr. Sachs. My advice," Ubbo told my son, is to not waste your money. Meet with a reputable financial adviser or pursue a career. We highly urge you to seek out working a job because it will allow you to socialize and learn how adults behave around each other. It is a stipulation to keeping the money that your son does this within the first two years,' he said turning to me. "It helps to acclimate the younger mind into the adult world. It's all in the packet. As for you, we are asking you to leave quickly so if you need references we can provide them but only for work you are suitable for that you know how to do, or we might set you up with something slightly better. Maybe middle management somewhere."

Soon I was watching them attack the devices to both the incredibly, obscenely muscled man and my young boy. All day long I'd been just thinking of getting out of debt. Getting a new life with the money I would get. A new house and after I paid off all of my debts,  I'd have at least 50 grand left over. And that had all I had been able to think about until now. Now I was somewhat filled with dread. My little boy inside a hulking giant? What was I thinking agreeing to this? Would Jaxson hate me for allowing this later on? What if, God forbid, he and I had an argument ever and he...decided to overpower me and

"Daddy? I'm dizzy," the large man with the incredibly baritone voice asked. "Daddy?" The man stood up. Much taller than me. "Dad? I'm...whooooooa. No WAY! It WORKED! I'm HUGE!" He flexed his arms and walked around the room and finally went to the bathroom. "EVERYTHING IS SMALLER, DAD!"


"Oh, I do so hate that. Grogginess." My young son's body winked. "It's going to be a long drive. No hotels tonight for me, I'm afraid. I have business to attend to via satellite."

Jaxson? I wondered to myself. The suits were coming back with the neck device they'd taken from him. Jaxson was in the bathroom looking at himself with the biggest smile ever.

"Dad look! It's ME!" he exclaimed, pointing to his image in the mirror. "I'm REAL big now! Bigger than the kids at school or even my teachers I bet, huh dad?"

"You are, son." I nodded, bewildered.

The suits were already packing up.

"Oh, and one more thing, kid. I smoke cigars. Not that I'll be doing so again until I'm old enough to shave and buy them myself legally, but I'm leaving a few boxes for you. You'll be craving them and I urge you to let him smoke, Mr. Sachs," my former son's body told me.

"Um. Sure. I mean I wish you'd mentioned that before but-"

"I get to smoke CIGARS? Awesome! Now I can smoke just like you, Dad!"

"Your son's new identity is as your younger but larger brother. Your parents are deceased so you shouldn't have anyone challenging this narrative," the 9 year old continued. "Oh and a moving van should be by in approximately four days. We'll give you time to box everything up. We have moving boxes and tape for you as well as your financial packet information. Your new credit and debit cards, bank account info and your son's new identification indicating his adult status. We included a driver's license but Jaxson you will have to wait about ten days for that. We downloaded a bunch of instructional programs directly into your mind hours before I swapped. But they are in your brain and your brain will slowly access them over the next ten days. It's all hundreds of years beyond your time, technologically, of course."

"Dad? Am I an adult now for like forever?"

"Looks like, kiddo."

"Dad I'm getting scared. What if I mess up? I don't want to get a job! You always say jobs are really hard!"

"Well my jobs have been, son. Some jobs are. But we'll find you a good one. Something tells me these guys can help you with that."

"We can. And we will. It was a pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen," my former nine year old son's body said with Ubbo behind the wheel as it were. "And you'll have to have The Talk with him tonight, Mr. Sachs. Reese. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to attend a conference call. You won't see me again, and if you do it won't be for decades. You two have all the information you require. Any questions?"

"Can I drive a car??"

"You have to wait a few weeks but the information will come to you slowly. Your father won't even have to teach you how."

"WOW! NEAT!" My son now spoke in a loud, booming voice that would make Tony Robbins jealous.

"Your debt is now paid, River. And so is mine. If you ever have an emergency, call the agent's number you've been given. I won't be dealing with you at all from here on. Don't call unless it's an absolute emergency. Oh. And we left some dumbells and barbells for your son to use. He'll definitely want to explore that. You'll gradually understand how to use the to exercise with your neural programming," he said to Jaxson. "That will be the first thing to kick in, actually."

And then they were gone and I was left alone with my nine year old son, who was now a 33 year old bodybuilder.

"What did he mean about The Talk, dad?"

Oh no.

"He meant sex, son," I said, steeling myself. "I've told you men and women make babies together, right? When a man and a woman get together, the man puts his penis in the woman's vagina," I said with some difficulty. "It feels really, really good for most men. And now you are an adult so your penis is past puberty. Normally, when you turn 13 or so it starts to ejaculate. Sperm makes babies. But it's also really fun. Most guys have sex because it feels good rather than to make babies." I explained more about how you should always use a condom and lube and told Jaxson I'd teach him how to put on a condom later. "Now, sometimes your dick, that's the adult word for penis and yes, you can call it that now, it gets excited. Your body will get excited looking at hot women and you'll cum. Cum means the sperm comes out. So um..."

"Dad, do you do that with women? You never do huh, Dad."

"Okay. So...I'm a little different. Your mother and I were together only for a short time. I was trying to be something I wasn't. It's a small town here and I could never really get away to the city...I tried but I failed and had to come back here. I'm...not attracted actually to women. I tried to be," I said painfully. "I like guys, but I decided to put all that aside for the time being to raise you. I wanted to have a kid more than anything. So I put you first." I didn't tell him about the few bathroom stalls I'd gotten sucked off or sucked dicks in. He didn't need to know that, pretty much ever.


This led to a very long conversation which I won't share. Both of us were tired and hungry. I made dinner for my how huge son and he ate it all. I watched his huge biceps with a lust. I had that body for a short time and I was, I'll admit it, totally jealous of him now. At least that's what I told myself it was. I didn't want to admit my son was now a walking wet dream. I was suddenly feeling very conflicted things which made me deeply ashamed.

"Dad? What if I'm gay?"

"I never thought about it, to be honest. I mean, I guess you'll find out."

"How, Dad?" Jaxson said between a mouthful of hashbrowns.

I came back with my laptop and showed him some porn. I went on to tumblr and looked up straight porn first. Stuff I normally don't look at.

"So...this is what sex looks like, and now that you're a grown man or at least in a grown man's body, you should know the basics. I can't believe I'm showing my kid porn. "

"Me either. It's so GROSS!" Jaxson exclaimed. "Like REALLY gross! Do adults actually LIKE THIS???"

"Yes, and it's difficult to explain but it feels good when they do it. I guess we don't have to find out if you like boys or girls yet. The fact is you're my son and I love you and I'd do anything for you."

"And we have like millions of dollars now!"

"Well, you do. I have a lot less. I'll have to start working again when we move. I'll have to tell the hardware store some excuse as to why I'm leaving suddenly. We only have what, three days to pack?"

"I can help! I have big muscles now! See? Look! Look, Daddy! Look how big I am!" Jaxson giddily exclaimed. He couldn't stop staring at his big muscles. "I wanna see my big muscles here, too!" He took off his shirt. "I have such a big chest now! Wow!" Jaxson felt his new body, almost erotically.

"We call them pecs, son. Yours are huge..Jesus."

"I'm hungry, Dad."

I made a huge dinner that night. Spaghetti and meatballs and my son had most of it. I had to make him some more food with unfrozen pre made dinners until he'd had his fill.

I was exhausted and completely out of it. I poured myself some scotch.

"Dad, can I have some scotch now? I'm grown up."

"'re still a child in there, buddy. Besides, scotch requires you building a tolerance. Um. Look, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll let you have a beer." I got a bottle out of the fridge. The look on his face was priceless. His jaw dropped. "I'm gonna have a beer?? Really?!" He was so excited. Then he drank it. Swallowed. Looked at me like I was playing a joke on him.

"Yeah, that's what beer tastes like. It's a bit strange at first."

"No, I like it. Cause I'm grown up now so I like beer," he told me, unconvincingly.

"Okay, buddy. I think it's time for bed."

But then we had to contend with my son being too big for his twin bed. But he would fit on my queen sized mattress so I decided I would just switch with him for the time being. I'd invest in a new bed when we got to our new town. I slept in my son's bed and he slept on mine. I wondered briefly if he would explore his new package...

The next few days I tried to avoid the fact that my son had a most certainly adult libido. I heard noises coming from my room one day and the door was locked. Things were progressing quickly, I thought with extreme discomfort. He had begun smoking cigars the first day after the change. I came home with a U-Haul to see him standing around smoking a big fat stogie for the first time.

I was watching him, somewhat mesmerized. There was very little childlike tendency about him now, as he practiced punching the punching bag I'd set up aeons ago but rarely ever used while taking deep drags on his cigar. I gulped. His musculature was magnificent and foreboding. What could I possibly do but be extra nice to him from now on? What if he ever got angry with me? What if-

"What's up, Dad?" asked my 9 year old son, who now had a voice like Vin Diesel with a head cold.

"Just going to start loading boxes."

"Let me help you, Dad!"

"Finish that cigar and we'll get started then, big guy." He smiled. I was really happy that the mystery suits had left a large wardrobe for my son in some boxes so I didn't have to shop for a bunch of new clothes right away. Lord knows mine wouldn't fit him.

He came inside smelling of sweet woodsy tobacco.

"I like smoking. It's cool. Now I'm just like you, Dad!"

"Well. I think you're a little different. You're a little bit different from your old man. A bit bigger. Just a tiny bit." I struggled with a box full of tools. I had to put it down. Maybe I could take some things out of it first.

"Here, Dad! Let me! Let me, please?? Pleeease?" Wow was he ever eager.

"Sure. Okay."

My son took the box in his arms and proudly carried it out to the truck. I smiled ruefully to myself with some jealousy. My 9 year old was now twice or even three times as strong as me now.

"I've been practicing with the barbell weights. It's like I know just how to use them, like there's a teacher in my head now!" he exclaimed.

We moved boxes for about three more hours before finally having to take a break. We lifted some things together, like furniture. My son was especially helpful with getting the fridge out. In fact he kind of took over that particular part, loading it by taking it out of my hands altogether and hefting it onto the truck and then pulling it slightly up so he could take it all the way to the back end. There's no way I could do that in a million years, I thought. He was grunting and covered with a sweat trail.

We ate lunch. I was learning to make more for his sake and we shared a couple of beers. I was still getting used to the idea of my son drinking and he'd requested several different varieties so he could decide which one he liked best. I was drinking beers with my son, I thought. It doesn't get any more surreal than this. I felt a strange surge of pride in my son. He didn't really get there the way most men do but he was a large muscled man and he was displaying some of that strength. I just had to make sure he was able to be mature enough to pull this thing off to the rest of the world and I was trying not to panic over that.

On his first day he had really wanted to go into town. I was hesitant but he had begged me. I told him okay but if anyone asks, you are my brother. And he had also been given a new identity by those mystery suits. Everything on his new ID forms was now "Jeff". Jeffrey was Jaxson's middle name which they had left off of everything. I told my son to introduce himself as Jeff from now on.

"Okay, Daddy."

"Um...kiddo." I sighed awkwardly. "You can't call me Daddy in public. We look about the same age and it might make people stare at us. So when we're in public, you can call me by my first name, Reese."

"Oh. Okay. REESE." He chuckled every time he called me that for the first few days before he got used to it.

We went around on errands just buying things. Jaxson, or should I say Jeff was still getting used to his size. He was constantly looking around him marveling at how tall he was and he often had to apologize for bumping into people. Most of the women he bumped into didn't seem to mind. The checkout girl flirted with my son quite a bit, but he didn't notice any. Looking at the goodies in the checkout line he exclaimed "Look, they have Bubble Tape! Can we get some?"

"Not today, sweetie." I looked at the checkout girl, who knew me.

"This is my brother. He's...special. He normally lives with my cousins," I explained.

"Hi!" Jaxson/Jeff said, waving innocently.

"Ohhhhhhh. Hi there. "What's your name, darlin!"

"Jeff. His name is Jeff. Isn't that right?" I interrupted, trying to cut him off from saying his regular name.

"Oh. Yeah. My name is Jeff. Can we get these?" He held up some little plastic bauble toy.

I went to the hardware store and told them I'd inherited a house down in Texas and that I had to take care of my "special" relative. As Jeff gleefully went around the shop saying "coooooool" to heavy things he could now lift, my co-workers looked at my sympathetically after he dripped on some cables, not used to his own bulk, taking down an entire small shelf of tackling equipment with him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the huge nine year old exclaimed. My co-workers were sweet to him and I asked him to go wait in the truck for me. I apologized for giving such short notice for quitting and my boss and I had a talk. I had worked for him for five years and he'd give me a recommendation still. He empathized with my "special needs" relative.

Finally, it was time for us to take off. It was six in the morning when I said goodbye to the house I'd lived in most of my life. Said goodbye to my debt. And I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

"Hey, Dad? What about the truck? Can I drive it?"

"No. I sold that with a co-worker who can use it to haul lumber. He gave me a good price for it."

"Oh," He sounded disappointed.

"They said in a few weeks you'll know how to drive so...that's some Matrix stuff right there."

"What's a Matrix?"

"It's a movie. It's sort of similar. These people who just push a button and they instantly know how to do things. That's sort of what they're doing with you, if I understand the information they provided for us correctly."

"So I can drive next week?"

"Well I'll have to rent a car for a little while and then we should receive another truck from Mr. Ubbo and then we'll talk about..getting you used to driving. I guess "


"Here, read through this. You've been so busy learning to smoke and drink but that details your neuroprogramming. Wish I had some of that, it sounds pretty awesome."

"He started reading through but got bored fast."

"Dad, can we listen to music, please?" He whined. "This is stupid."

"It's not stupid. Jeez." I was so stressed out all of a sudden. "You're a giant now, Jaxson."

"It's Jeff now," he replied sarcastically.

"See, that's what I'm talking about. Adults can't behave that way. They can't react to everything with knee jerk sarcasm. You can't act immature anymore. Maybe that neuroprogam they installed is the best thing for both of us. It will basically give you automatic information like math and English classes you would have learned in school. History, physics, all the stuff you would have taken in high school including shit I never learned because I had to fucking drop out."

"Are you mad because you had to stop going to school?"

"No. No, I had to because I had to take care of my father when he had cancer," I said. My mother went quickly after that but there was a year after her stroke where I was taking care of her, too. It just interfered with everything. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, though."

"Okay. I guess I'll read it," he said sullenly. I charted our route to make one slight detour before going to Texas.

Hours later, I was looking at the green, hilly fields I had passed before. One hill in particular with a sidewalk leading up to nowhere but a giant flat hilltop. I got out of my truck and looked at it. I had a sinking feeling that this is what I would find, an instinct I couldn't describe. The building in the middle of nowhere, all 38 floors of it, was now just the middle of nowhere again.

We spent the rest of the trip in silence. Jeff, as I was getting used to calling him, was listening to music with headphones on or watching his ipad. Thank god for cheaper electronics being made available to the masses, I thought bitterly. I didn't know why I was bitter other than my son's childhood had been traded away and I was responsible for it. I'm sure he was happy now but what if he came to resent me over it later? Not that his body wasn't totally impressive. I mean, who would resent having that big, muscular, hot...oh God now. Stop thinking about this, I thought. There was no way to avoid it, though. My son was a huge musclestud and that is exactly what always did it for me. I liked bigger, muscular men. Always had.

We slept in motels for two nights. I'm not up for driving all day and night and I couldn't trust Jeff with that responsibility alone, especially without me being there.

The trip was largely boring until I walked out from a shower only to see my grown son jacking off to the TV set, as beautiful busty girls dominated the screen. He shot a load that flew across and landed all over the TV and he jerked vigorously until three more spurts landed on the floor. I was so stunned. My son quickly picked up his pants to hide his dick from me and then silently went into the bathroom to shower, without a word.

"So, you've learned how to use that. Um."

"Yeah, I can jerk off now! Sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have done that but I was just feels so GOOD!"

"I...I know, son. But try to do that in private from now on. It's not right for me to watch you. Um. Let's try to get some sleep."

"Why isn't okay for you to see me naked, Dad?"

"Well. I mean it's not wrong but...I feel a little weird."

"It it because you're gay, Dad?"

'Um. Well. Um. Let's talk about this tomorrow."

But we didn't. I kept us busy so I could avoid telling my son that every waking second with him now turned me the hell on. I desperately wanted to see his dick again and suck it. I wanted to feel his amazing muscles. I'd been in that body only for an hour or so and it was the biggest high in the world. I couldn't imagine how he was taking it.

A few days after we got to Texas I was already noticing significant changes in Jeff. When I tried to help him with things he shrugged me off and rolled his eyes at me. He was mentally acting like a young teenager. I won't go into details. It was annoying. He kept to himself while I went on errands. He wanted to explore so I came up with several rules. He had to be back before the streetlights went off. Had to keep his cel on at all times. He had to tell me about anything he did. I prohibited him from going to any strip clubs or bars, telling him he wasn't really mature enough to handle that sort of thing yet.

I came home often to see him smoking cigars and looking generally manly. He had already attracted the attention of some of the neighborhood women when I took him to the convenience store one day. I came out to see Jeff talking amicably with this pretty 20something with a small Yorkie who couldn't stop oogling at his arms. He was smiling and laughing and acting like a confident...well, man. I cockblocked him. Or I tried to. I invited him back inside so we could go over some "financial records". Instead he ignored me and said he would be back home when he FELT LIKE IT! But he said it really dismissively as he kept smiling at the brown haired former cheerleader. My blood was boiling. I went back into my car and waited for him until he came back about 20 minutes later. I felt so helpless. I couldn't tell him what to do anymore, especially in front of another adult.

He fumed all the way home, and then slammed the door to the rental and stormed inside. He waited for me until I came in, looked at me incredulously and spread his arms.

"What was THAT? Why did you try to get me to stop talking to her? Shawna wanted me to come to her place later."

"You are nine years old! You aren't....ready..for...this."

"Yeah, I don't know if you noticed but I don't really feel nine anymore, REESE. And you better get USED TO IT. Whatever program is working on my brain is maturing it and I don't feel like listening to your stupid rules anymore! I get to go out whenever I want from now on."

"I'm just looking out for your well being! I love you! You're my son!"

"Yeah, well I'm a man now, Dad. I have needs, too. I...want to hold Shawna down and just...ungh. Put my dick in her and FUCK HER."

"Okay, well, you just met her so you might want to be real careful. She might not want that."

"Oh she wants it. She WANTS ALL THIS." He flexed. "Fucking look at me! I'm every girl's walking wet dream. Or gay guy's." He stared at me.

"That's...well maybe that's true for other people but I'm still your father and my opinion does count for something in this house. So listen to me while I give you some valuable life advice. You don't want to get a girl pregnant your first week out as a real adult. You don't want to assume someone wants to have sex with you, no matter how much they flirt with you. The adult world is more complicated than that. You can't just act like a jerk to me after I have struggled to give you everything in life because that's throwing a lot of my love in the garbage. I made rules so you would be safe."

"I don't need you to make me safe. I can take care of myself. I'm big now. I'm gonna take a walk."

Gotta love those new hormones working their magic, I thought. 

Jeff came home late. He'd been drinking at a bar and he drunkenly told me that he wasn't a little kid and I couldn't tell him what to do anymore.

"I wanna do whatever I want from now on! I'm bigger than you so you can't stop me, DAD!" he roared.

"Go to your room and sleep it off."

"What did you fucking say to me? I punched a guy tonight who tried to hit me and he's lying on the fucking floor right now! No one is as big as me! I'm a super...I'm...I'm a super---hero!" He staggered a bit.

"You're drunk. You need to sleep it off. I'm not going to tell you again. You may be bigger but I'm still older and wiser than you. Your new bed came today, by the way. There are sheets and blankets and it's all nice for you. We should both go to bed," I told him and I did so, without looking back. I heard him stomp off to his new room and slam the door.

The next morning he was up very late. He showered and shaved for the first time. I walked past and asked him if he needed my help in showing him how to shave. He quietly said no. He said he knew how already.

I was waiting for him downstairs when he came in, looking at the ground and avoiding my gaze.

"Do you have something you want to say to me, son?"

"It's...I'm sorry, Daddy," he said and started crying.

"Come here," I told him. He sobbed into my shoulders, this big hulking son of mine.

We cleared the air. He apologized. He said it was so confusing to be so big and strong and an adult so suddenly. He wanted to prove himself so much he took all his new frustration out on me and he was very, very sorry.

"You've given me everything. Including the opportunity to have this body and be a responsible adult.  I wasn't very responsible last night and I will never let that happen again," he told me. He was sounding more adult every day, I thought.

The next day, our vehicles arrived. A pair of Jeep Wranglers, one for each of us.

:"I gotta try this baby out!" he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"Okay, so how about that neuro programming? Can know, access how to drive yet? I can't believe I'm saying that."

"I...think so?"

"Okay, let's try it out very slowly."

He was so excited as he got in.

"I'm going to DRIVE. This is SO COOL."

I gave him some instructions. Some things he knew but others he didn't. I showed him how reverse works and how to use his turn signal. I started to mention some important traffic laws as well. We lived adjacent to a semirural area but luckily we had a lot of room on the road to practice. We rode into town and I got a bit nervous, but my son was really getting into it. I nervously tried to tell him to slow down for red lights but he knew that already. Once or twice he looked over at me freaking out with an expression on his face that told me to chill out, that "are you kidding me?" eyebrow arch. It was so adult and foreign to see my little guy so...mature.

"Well, Dad? How'd I do?"

"Amazing. You didn't make any major mistakes. I'm actually very relieved. This is just all happening so fast for me, Jax..I mean Jeff."

"Yeah, for me too, Pops."


That night Jeff asked me if it was okay for him to bring his lady friend over. I grudgingly said yes, and he wound up sharing a few beers with her over dinner at a nearby pub. I had him text update me and he rolled his eyes at me and promised he would. True to his word, he informed me of when he was bringing her over. Then they went to his room and the rest was history. I heard her moaning and then screaming. His moans were deep and sexy. I could hear him climax inside her.

"OHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!" I heard him yell. I was listening outside his door like a total perv! I ran down as quietly as I could and sat on the couch until Shawna ran past me and made a mad dash to her car.

"FUUUUUCK! That was fucking awesome, Dad!! I had SEX! Now I'm a total MAN! YEAH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed a guttural scream and pumped his arms in primal fashion. I was so turned on I almost creamed my pants watching my giant muscle stud son.

"You like watching me too, don't you?"

"Don't start, JEFF." I warned him. He backed off with his arms held up with mock sincerity, then smiled cockily.

The next day, Jeff was smoking a stogie in the backyard and punching the bag in its new place. He told me it wasn't enough to work out at home. He joined a gym so he could really get good workouts, specifically for the multitude of exercises and so people could check out his muscles.

"Fuck yeah, Dad. I'm loving all this. I love being a man!"

"So, have you talked with uh, Shawna?"

"Yeah. Bitch says she's not ready for me. Whatever. Plenty of pussy out there in the world, you know what I'm sayin', Reese?"

I spent most of the next few days just applying for jobs. I applied for a management position at a big name store's hardware section. I called the agent and she said she would help me out. I don't know how it works, but she got me the job. It was something I was familiar with and comfortable with. I was proud of myself for acing the interview anyway. But I guess it helped to have friends in high places.

When I came home from my interview my new house, I found two random gym studs talking. Jeff had befriended them at the gym and they had immediately hit it off over the last few days.

"Hey, I'm Sam," the big guy on the right said, introducing himself. "This here's my brother Rodrigo."

"Hey, guys," I said somewhat shyly.

 We made chitchat and then my son came down, without a shirt on, of course.

"What's up, bro?"

"Oh. I'm just fine, bro."

"Really? You look tense. Here, have a beer with us." My son handed me a beer. I opened it and told him about my new job.

"That's awesome, bro! Fuck yeah, I knew you could do it!" I hadn't even bothered to have a discussion with my son about cursing, He was huge and I couldn't really force a grown man to curtail his vocabulary. I felt somewhat intimidated by being in a room full of muscular men.

"Hey, Reese," my son said, as using my first name had become increasingly common for him. "You wanna go to a party tonight? Friday night, bro. We can hang out. There'll be gay dudes there."

"Um. I...I guess so."

"It'll be real great. We know everyone in the area," Rodrigo said. "We can introduce you. You're way out here in the outskirts of town so we thought..."

"No, I get it," I said. "Thanks for thinking of me...Jeff." I toasted him by clinking our beer bottles together.

The party that night was pretty nice. People drinking and playing music. I got to talk to some hot girl who knew all the gay guys in the room. She offered to introduce me. I said yeah, sure. Anyway, I met a couple of really nice gay guys who I think I could actually be friends with. Being isolated for so long in the sticks didn't afford me a lot of opportunity but I'd gotten to go out to the Big Cities once in a while. But since having Jaxson/Jeff, it had been pretty rare. And then I found out both Rodrigo and his brother were considered part of the community. I hadn't talked to them so far very much but neither of them had mentioned being gay.

I decided to head home and told Jeff, who I had been trying to get used to as my new "brother" that I was gonna leave.

"We'll come with you. I've got something I'd like to tell you when we get back." He gave me a manly, almost fatherly rub on the shoulder. I blinked.

Back home, I put on some relaxing music. I was going to start my new job in a few days and my new adult son was skyrocketing through mental puberty and into high school or college. Did he know how to do higher math yet? I wondered. He sure seemed confident. Way more than I ever was.

Jeff arrived with his two new friends. He told me he wanted to have a word in private with me. We stepped into the backyard and he told me unflinchingly both Rodrigo and Sam thought I was pretty hot. "This is my way for making up for being such a jerk the last few weeks. But the power trip I've been going on is powerful as FUCK, Reese. You have to know that. I'm trying to control it but this body is like...fuck. I don't even know how to tell you this. I like guys just as much as girls. But I'm into muscle studs, you know? I'm just trying to break this to you without bullshitting you. I want you to have fun tonight. So which one do you want?"

I was flabbergasted. I looked way up at my mature, 33 year old "brother's" face. "Sam," I said simply.

"You got it, man. Sam's more my type, anyway."

I got out some more beers and we were all pretty drunk by the time my son started pawing Sam with his more lithe body. Jeff could easily overpower Rodrigo and he lifted him up and carried him in his arms upstairs. Now I was left with Sam, with his big muscles, big mug of a face. He was hot. He had hot stubble and he oozed daddy material. I wanted him so much. He started making out. I heard sex noises from upstairs. Sam drunkenly took me to my room (I instructed him where to go) and as soon as we got inside, my pants were off and I was ready to get fucked. I couldn't believe that I was getting fucked the same time my son was undoubtedly topping this man's younger brother! It was so hot! Two brothers fucking a father and son posing as brothers!

The next morning, the two hot brothers took off, leaving my son and I to talk.

"So. You've been going through a lot of changes," I said, trying to sound sage.

"Yeah. I've been playing catch up with my body's hormones. It's pretty crazy, right Reese? And uh, I think I should stop calling you Dad from now on. Would you be cool with that?"

"It stings a little. I am your father. I love you with all my heart but if that's what you want, then I'll abide by it."

"It's not about love, it's just about how I feel. I don't feel like your son anymore. I'm your equal and you feel more like...MY little brother. I don't know how else to say it. But here, I made you some eggs, bro."

"Thanks, Jeff," I said and gratefully ate as I looked at my magnificent stud of a son, now brother. I'd do anything for him, I thought.

I started my job the next day and Jeff texted me to meet him in a parking lot down the street after I got off. Training as management for a big store was rather stressful, and I had to stay longer because of this but I caught up with him. And when I saw him, oh man....

"How do you like my new HOG, bro?"

"I just..."

"Got my license from the agent. Figured why wait, right, man? Fuck, it feels so cool. I'm going to really enjoy being a biker. Now I'm a biker stud and a fuck stud." He smiled his now increasingly more commonplace self-satisfied grin. What happened to my little boy? Was he still in there?

As I started a life of middle aged, middle management mediocrity, my son started hanging out at biker bars every night. Sometimes he'd bring home sleazy biker chicks. Sometimes he'd bring home college aged boys. He mainly liked younger men, around 18 to 25 and he'd fuck them like crazy. He started leaving the door open so I could walk by and get a peek. And the next Saturday, what a peek it was. Holy shit.

The young twink screamed in pain as my son pummeled him. I watched transfixed.

"Get in here," Jeff grunted. He fucked the young man who I didn't know every possible position. He fucked his mouth last and took off his condom, shoved his engorged dick (which was of course huge) down the man's throat without asking. The man tried to take it all and he choked but my new "bro" was merciless and wanted to get off no matter what. He held the man's head with his engorged arm muscles and didn't budge an inch until he came into the man's mouth. The man had tears running down his face and he lapped at Jeff's dick like it was saving his life.

"Did you enjoy watching that, Reese?"

I gulped. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I enjoyed watching that."

"I want you to say the word "Sir" when you talk to me from now on, same as this little FAG. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Sir." the man looked up at Jeff like he was a god king to be worshiped.

"Hit the road. I'll talk to you later." Jeff spanked the man's ass quite loudly. The young man rushed out without another word and I heard the front door shut.

My son threw on a pair of his men's jeans (I still couldn't get over how big he was, how big his clothes were, the fact that this was really the same little boy of mine from just a few months ago) and said gruffly "Come on. I need a cigar." He slapped me on the shoulder and I nearly collapsed.

I meekly followed him out and watched with almost worshipful love as my son lit up a cigar and smoked it.

"You and I have got to talk about what you really want."

"Alright." He glared at me. "Alright...Sir."

"Better. You're learning." I gulped. "See the thing is, Reese. I've become so fucking smart and so fucking ripped and it's left me feeling power mad. But what I have been dealing with is much the same thing is you. You were my dad but now, you're really not. And I understand why."

"Why is that...Sir?"

"Because you're so willing to do everything I tell you to do. It's a new power dynamic. And I've thought about this. You need a real man in your life to tell you what to do, Reese. I'm that man now. It doesn't matter that I was a little boy just a few months ago. It's a whole different story now. Now I'm a fully grown MAN and I have a man's needs. And you know what?"

"What, Sir?"

"I think you could fulfill some of those needs. You've been dying to touch me ever since I got this body, haven't you? Be honest, Reese."

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Say you want to get fucked by me."

"I...I do. Yes. I want to get fucked by you, Sir."

"See, deep down inside you don't want to be my Dad. You want to be my Son. Isn't that right?" He smiled, so satisfied with himself.

"Yes, Sir." I whispered.

He took me on a bike ride that day, on his chopper. He rode to a chop shop. The motorcycle rumbled so hard but I just held on to my new Dad because he was everything in the world to me. It felt so good to be so close to him, so close to the raw power of him, the power of the hog we rode on.

"This is it, Son." He said, getting off and showing me the place he'd just bought for a pretty fair price. "Cost me a pretty penny but it will make money for me. It will give me a career. I'm learning motorcycle repair on fast forward and I love every part of it. I love getting down and dirty. Don't you, Son?"

"Yes, Sir."

He showed me around inside. His new office. A few of the guys there were very deferential to their new BOSS and he smiled cordially to them. He brought me to his office filled with crowded amounts of paperwork. "All mine, now. I ain't gonna be no one's bitch. That's your job," he said, pawing me. feeling my face, backing me up against the door. "Say it. Say you want to be my bitch," he whispered.

"Yes, Daddy. I want to be your bitch."

"Fuck yeah!" He kissed me long and deep and hard and ground his hard crotch into mine, dry humping me. He lifted me up in the air and dry humped me and I held onto his amazing chest and kissed him for all I could. I don't remember the ride home except that it was heaven to hold him and he didn't mind at all that I just wanted to suck his dick for hours.

He took me home and even though he'd fucked another man every which way already earlier that day he was rearing for more. He took off his shirt and I explored his body on the couch, licking every part of his massive pecs and pits. He was so rugged and firm and in charge. I sucked him clean. His dick was enormous! One of the biggest I'd ever seen. I'm now a pro at taking his 9 incher up my ass. It's the least I can do for him.

We've been together for over a year now. My Dad is the best Dad in the universe. I love him so much and he fucks me or cums in my mouth every day. I'm a way better lay than any woman from the bars, he tells me so all the time. He makes me very proud to be his new Son and the fact that our roles have changed so completely doesn't phase me at all. I had some shame over it at first but we got that out of the way the first night he popped my cherry. I can never think of him as my son again. I'm his Son. His special Son. And he's the Daddy I always wanted.

I owe him a debt for coming into my life and being the Dad I always needed.