Proving a Point Part 1

"Austin, I do not believe you! This is so irresponsible!"

"Dad, come on..."

"No, Austin. You need to admit what a big deal this is. You need to get how you know nothing about responsibility. Part of growing up means you have to deal with adult problems, and this is about as immature as it gets. So explain to me, from the beginning, what exactly happened?"

 "Nothing!"

"NOTHING? Care to try again?"

"Well it wasn't my fault because Casey and Eric were skateboarding with me and Casey swerved in front of me and it was a complete accident!"

"Where were you skateboarding?"

"I don't know," Austin said meekly.

"I don't know? You don't know? Are you sure?"

"Okay! I was on the hill."

"You were on the hill I've told you not to skateboard on. But you wanted to because you wanted to look cool in front of your friends!"

"Dad, please!"

"No, you are grounded for the next two months. You almost got killed. A car could have hit you, and you wound up breaking someone's radio antennae. And the car that swerved...you're so lucky they aren't pressing charges or suing me!"

"Their car was fine though," Austin said quietly.

"Yeah, and they had some old woman inside and they had to stop real hard. You don't think about how hard it is being a single father. You have no idea how hard it is for me to have to deal with this shit."

"This is so unfair," Austin pouted, his voice cracking.

"What? What was that? No, I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing."

"No, tell me how good I have it."

"You have it so good! You don't have any problems like I have!"

"HA! Are you kidding me? You are so grounded. Grounded. that means no TV. No video games. Nothing but books and studying. No loser friends, either. You want to look cool in front of them, just wait until they see you with no skateboard. Which I'm taking, by the way."

"You never want to hear my side of anything!"

"And you never learn anything!"

"If I was in charge it would be different. I wouldn't treat YOU this way!"

"Like a maturing adult? I don't know why I do. I treat you the way my father treated me. You're in a child's body but one day you'll be a man and then you'll be glad I taught you everything I did, especially about respect, of which you have very little. Now, I have a business dinner to attend. If you leave this house, I'll know and find out about it. Believe me. Go to your room and think about what you've done."

Austin went upstairs. Life was so unfair. He hadn't meant to do anything. He couldn't just tell his friends he wasn't going to skateboard with them. He had to act cool or he wouldn't have any friends and then he'd wind up getting bullied like some of the kids he'd seen at school. Things went on all the time when adults weren't looking. Dad just didn't want to care about how hard it was being a kid. All he cared about was himself. He walked to his room and miserably laid down on his bed, and buried his head in his pillow. 

I wish I could be in charge and not him, he thought. He drifted off...

Downstairs, Larry (Austin's father) dozed on the couch. He was exhausted. It wasn't enough he was working his ass off to pay all the bills and give Austin the chance at a life he never had, but now his kid was just not listening to him. He just wanted Austin to listen and do the bare minimum. He had to do SO much more when he was a kid. Too bad they didn't live in a house with a big yard, with wood to chop. Austin could learn a thing or two from doing that.

He drifted off, unable to fight off the fatigue...

Austin woke up on the couch where his father had been dozing. Rubbing his eyes, he got up. Did Dad bring him down here? He was so tired. He walked around the coffee table thinking something was off. He felt dizzy or something...everything seemed contorted. Was he dreaming? He must be dreaming, since everything was at a different angle...it was like he was way taller. He must be dreaming or sick or...

He walked into the bathroom and saw his dad.

"Dad! Sorry! Where did you come from!?" He blinked, terrified for a moment, in a way he couldn't describe. "Why are you saying what I'm saying AHHHHHHHHHHH!" His eyes went wide. His father's eyes went wide. He waved. His father waved.

No it can't be. It can't be it can't be it can't be! NO FUCKING WAY, he thought.

The man in the bathroom looked at his reflection in disbelief. He scoffed several times, and looked at himself like he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing. He tentatively reached a hand up to touch his rough sandpaper stubble, and ran a hand over his chest, covered in fine black hair.

He looked around, looking for someone who was in on the joke, smiling enthusiastically. 

"Testing, testing. I have my dad's voice. I look like my dad. OH MY GOD!"

This is real. I have my dad's voice. I have my dad's chest hair. I have my dad's...  

He immediately dropped his boxer shorts (boxer shorts!) and realized how much had changed. He delicately took his now absolutely huge dick and smiled and just held it in amazement. His balls were also huge, two big eggs on either side. 

"This is crazy. This...how did this happen?" He looked at himself in the mirror. "And who the hell cares? I got my wish. Oh wow. Wow wow wow!" He did a little happy dance in the mirror. 

Dad must be...me. I guess. I hope he's me. If he isn't me, someone else is. What if a bunch of people switched with each other and someone else is in my body? I better check. Just to make sure.

He walked upstairs, smiling at his newfound weight as the stairs creaked when before they didn't. He added a little momentum as he ran to his room. He prepared himself. Smiled. Took a deep breath. Knocked on the door. He heard his body groan. He opened the door. His body looked at him sleepily, got up, looked confused, looked back at Austin, who was now the dad in the room, the adult smiling down at his son.

"Hi, Daddy."

Larry screamed and found himself trying to run but Austin was too big and stopped him easily. The two danced with each other, Larry struggling in a moment of complete panic and confusion. Austin covered his mouth so he couldn't scream and held him down on the ground after they wrestled for a while. 

"It's okay. It's okay, dad. I had the same reaction. Well, you know. I mean, it's real and all and you're in my body now. So I'm going to take my hand off your mouth in just a sec and I want you to be calm, okay? Don't freak out. One. Two. Three." Austin stood up and looked uncomfortable as his "son" got up and was still breathing shallowly. 

"How the fuck did this happen? I must be going crazy. I'm having some kind of psychotic breakdown. This isn't real. I must be crazy."

"Nope, we just switched bodies. It's so cool! I have armpit hair! Look!" He twisted the armpit hair and then looked back at his dad mischievously. And grinned. He was carrying himself the way he did as a child, with his arms twisting in embarrassment and glee. 

"How could this happen? I was on the couch. I dozed off. And now I'm a..." Larry ran to the upstairs bathroom down the hall. He flipped on the switch. Everything towered above him. Suddenly the ceiling was WAY further up than it had been before. "This is impossible. Why am I in your body? Why?! Why did this happen?" He looked at his son suspiciously.

"I dunno!"

"How did you do this?"

"I didn't do this. I have no idea how we traded but I'm glad we did! I'm in charge now!" His face made an "O" as it dawned on him. "I was wishing I could be in charge. Someone listened cuz now we have! This is amazing."

"Well I need you go give me my body back! I need to go to a work dinner tonight! It's important."

"No. You're not goin' anywhere. CUZ YOU'RE GROUNDED OHHHHHHHH!" Austin did a ridiculous victory dance in front of his father, and moved his now giant arms and legs in "yes" gestures, shaking his fists in victory and smug self congratulation. "I'M AN A-DULT. YOU ARE A KID. I'M AN A-DULT. YOU ARE A KID!" he sang-song.

Larry stared up in complete disbelief and horror. "No. No, I'm not a kid! I'm in a nightmare. I need to wake up!" 

Austin stopped to look down at his dad and scoffed as if he couldn't believe Dad wasn't accepting reality. He'd accepted it pretty quickly! He picked up his father and held him in mid air, and then carried him in his arms. 

"Wow, this is awesome! I'm totally big and an adult and you're all little!"

"Put. Me. Down, Austin. NOW."

"Okay!" Austin began to fling his father on the ground and then swung him last minute until he was on the floor, unhurt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm bigger than you, dad! And you have to do what I say, cause I'm your dad now and you are my son!"

"We have to SWITCH BACK! THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN!!!"

"Well young man, I think we need to talk about how you need to respect me more," Austin said, crossing his arms. The phone rang. Austin went to his dad's room to answer it. 

"Do not answer that!"

"Why not? It's MY phone!" Austin was really enjoying every minute of this. "Hello? Yes, this is Larry. Why? Uh...I just took a nap. I will. Yeah. Sure. Okay. See you soon!"

"Who was that? Was that who I think it was?"

"Yep that was that fat dude you work with. I'm gonna go to a party!"

"You can't and you won't!"

"Uh huh!"

"You can't drive! You're a little boy! You don't know the first thing about operating a vehicle!"

Austin's eyes went wide. "I can drive now! I didn't even THINK of that!"

"Oh god..."

Austin ran downstairs and Larry followed.

"Son, you can't go to that party. It's at a restaurant and it's a fancy business dinner. I forbid you from going."

Austin swung around, putting on his dad's pants now. "Wow your pants fit me! This is SO AWESOME!"

"You can't do this. You'll get killed if you drive."

"So I'll take a cab. I got plenty of cash."

"No. No it is too expensive. You will to take a cab." Austin dialed and asked for a cab and Larry was helpless to do anything.

"Hey, what restaurant is it at? I need to know that."

"Well I'm not telling you!" 

"Just kidding, the fat guy told me where they were. They're gonna go to a bar first and get some drinks and I'll meet them up there. Hey. I can drink beer now! Wow!" Austin looked very comical to anyone that might have walked in at this point, a grown man excited by such things would be very out of place indeed.

"Austin, you can't just leave. We need to figure this thing out."

"You figure it out," Austin said, putting on his dad's shirt and sportscoat. "Hey I look pretty good. You know, for an old dude."

"Have you thought about how the hell we're gonna get back?"

"No, why?"

"Because we need to a) figure out what happened and b) figure out how to get back to normal. Can you think of anything that might have caused this."

"No dad, I told you." Austin rolled his eyes. "I dunno. But I'm gonna go to your fancy shmancy dinner so suck it.  Ha ha!" 

Austin went outside to wait for his cab. He went through his dad's wallet, checking out his credit cards, and new ID. "When I get back you'll have to tell me all the numbers I need for these. And how much money I have now."

"Can I tell you how to do my job as well?"

"Nah, I'll figure it out. Can't be that hard. Can't be as hard as being a kid."

"Jesus, I can't believe this. Austin, please, do not drink tonight. I...have work tomorrow. Oh God. Just claim to be sick. Stall for time, that's what we need to do."

"Nope, I'm gonna go to work tomorrow and you can go to school and I'm gonna have tons of fun because your life is WAY easier than mine."

"Ya wanna bet?"

"Yeah! If I'm wrong...I get to keep your body!" Austin laughed at his own joke and bent over and was generally acting like a little kid acts, being very physical and moving all over the place with hyperactive happiness. He swung around the porch column in circles while his dad tried to talk to him. 

"Son..."

"Hey my cab is here. Cool. Well son, have a good night. Don't stay up late for me. I have work tomorrow. Because I'm a cool grown up and stuff."

"This is not happening. And I will wait up. You come the hell back as soon as dinner is over, do you understand me?" Larry pointed a tiny finger menacingly at his son. Austin responded by not being the slightest bit concerned and he waved goodbye as he got in the cab, bouncing on the seat a few time and smiling like he'd just won the lottery.

Larry went back inside and watched TV waiting for his "dad" to come back. What could possibly happen if Austin went to work for him??

TO BE CONTINUED

Not Your Usual Field Trip part 2

"Well, look who's home!"

The two new dads were hugging and laughing when their two "sons" showed up with their aunt Vivian in tow.

"What the hell? Are you two drinking beer? I'm going to whoop your hides!"

"With what, little man? And by the way, we are back to normal, Viv."

"Yeah, we switched back a little while ago."

"I thought these two were trying to pull one over on me!"

"No, they're not! We didn't switch back! Honest, you have to believe us!"

"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me how to operate a forklift."

"Okay, you...uh...you...there's a....I can't remember," the 8 year old said, sadly and quietly, looking lost and embarrassed. "Uh...I know this."

"Well I guess that's that! We didn't find the magic man but everyone got all switcharooed back into themselves. Oh I'm so relieved! These two have been trying to hide it, but they were back to their normal selves in the car, begging me for ice cream. Like I'm supposed to be tricked into thinking you two were your dads when you asked me that! Well, I'm smarter than that I tell ya! Bye, bubbie. I'm off. Toodles!!"

The man who was now known as Kevin shut the door slowly behind his crazy aunt. The boys protested and tried to get her attention but she was off to kiss her poodle in the car.

"Well. Well. Well."

"Give us back our bodies! Or else!" the real Kevin shouted inside his 8 year old body.

"No. I don't want to. Now SIT DOWN. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN HOW THINGS ARE GOING TO BE RUN FROM NOW ON!"

John started to cry so his now huge son sat his six year old bottom down in a chair by picking him up and setting him down.

"From now on? We have a new pecking order in this house. And new names. You'll go by Charles. I'll go by Kevin."

"And I'm gonna be you, son," said the former six year old, "And I'm gonna be Jerry. I have your mental capacity now. This is gonna rule."

"But I wanna be a grown up again!" John cried, and started to throw a tantrum. 

"Well you can't be, buddy. We made a wish and so did you. We'll take care of you two and be one big happy family. You'll see. Now what's your name, buddy?"

"John!" his father said defiantly, in a silly six year old's voice.

"No, that's my name. Your name is Jerry. Say it. NOW." His deep, authoritarian voice made his former dad respond. "Okay, my name is Jerry. I'm sorry, can I go watch cartoons now?"

"I can't believe you did this to us! We've turned into a bunch of kids this is all your fault I hate you John! I mean Jerry!"

Jerry started to cry again.

"HEY. YOU APOLOGIZE TO YOUR BROTHER RIGHT NOW!" Charles commanded. Kevin gulped. "Unless you'd like me to tan YOUR hide. Like all the times you tanned mine."

"I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Dad said frantically as his now huge gigantic son motioned to throw him out of the chair. Then he smiled and picked up his former father by his arms.

"Now let's get ONE thing straight. We're in charge. We're the dads. You call us Dad or Sir. You never call us by our old names or tell anyone what happened. Or I'll tan your hide. Get it?"

"You're in charge! Okay, just let me down!"

"That's good. You're respecting me." He put his father down. "Now who am I?"

"You're Kevin. You're my Dad."

"Who are you?"

"I'm...I'm Charles. But I'm a man. I can't live like this...we need to find Max. I need a beer." The pint sized child walked over to reach for one of the bottles on the shelf.

"Looks like you don't understand! What are you doing? You're a child!"

"No...you can't tell me what to do! You can't! I don't want you to!" Suddenly the new Kevin swept up his son in his massive arms and carried him over to the chair, sat down and put his son over his knees and pulled down his drawers. Smack! Smack!

"Now don't you ever try and take a sip of my beer EVER AGAIN. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Charles said, unable to mask his pain. He sniffled.

"Now you and your dad and I are going to be a loving couple and raise you right."

"A couple? Oh sick, you two are...no it couldn't be!"

"Why? You two were lovers."

"No we weren't! We were only friends!"

"Then why do we have memories of falling in love and being together?"

"That's not what happened to us! What did you wish?" the 8 year old accused his six year old brother.

"I want to watch Spongebob."

"You go ahead. We need to talk to your brother," the new John said. Then after he had left, looked down. "Must have been the wish. I wished we could be just like mom and dad had been, in charge of kids instead of being adults. So Max must have made us a couple."

"Fine with me. We make one damn good looking couple. We'll be good parents. This is all for the best, uh...son. I guess I have to get used to calling you that."

"We're never going back, then? That's all?"

'Yes, son. It is. Now go watch cartoons with your brother."

"Yes, sir."

The two men comforted each other and cuddled, their rich strong muscles tenderly rubbing against each other.

"We did just like he said. The incantation and the symbols mean we get their memories and abilities, but looks like we got a few extra."

"Fine with me. We make better parents anyway. They'll get used to it. My former wife did when we told her I was leaving her for you."

"Mmmm, everything is as it should be. Now come here."

The family was a lot happier with the new dads in charge and they only disciplined their boys when it was absolutely necessary. Over time they convinced the boys not to bring up the subject. Eventually John barely remembered it except as a weird dream and Charles became very respectful of his fathers.

Not Your Usual Field Trip

"You two are gonna have fun today, you'll see."
"Have fun? Our sons are at home in our bodies and you think we'll have fun at the museum??"
"Well you had fun the first time you were there on the field trip! It's been two whole days! You can't miss school for too much longer, people will start calling. We need to find this guy. And besides, your Aunt Vivian is here to make sure nothin' happens to you."
"Something already did happen to us! And very funny."
"Oh come on, you two are so cute! How can I resist. Look at you, with your bubbles!"
"Seriously, John, that is completely embarrassing." Kevin looked at his new "brother".
"Whatever. I'm in the body of my six year old son. I might as well enjoy it."
"God you even sound like a little kid."
"So do you! So do you!"
"Don't fight you two, or no ice cream later."
"This is a nightmare," said Kevin. "The boys said that the security guard was named Max but no one named Max works there, we checked."
"So it's some random magical security guard? Great, this is like something from a movie." John blew his bubbles.
John was secretly starting to worry. He felt like a kid again. He felt like playing with toys constantly, and every man on earth now towered over him as a giant, including his little boy! How could someone do this, even if they were able to? Didn't they know that a grown adult couldn't live like this? He blew bubbles more.
"Would you quit with the damn bubbles?!"
"I'm nervous and it makes me look the part, okay? Fine, here," John dumped the bubbles in a nearby garbage bin.
"What if we don't find him? What if we're stuck like this? God, my body is eight years old and my eight year old son is in mine. He doesn't know how to drive or go to work. What will we do? What can we do?"
"We'll get through it. We're family. That's what family does?"
"So how about we go see an R rated movie after the museum?" John asked.
"Do you have absolutely no priorities?" Kevin was amazed.
"Yeah and besides which, I can't bring a little kid to an R rated movie. What if one of my neighbors saw me? I would simply be mortified." Kevin rolled his eyes.
"I think I should probably tell you guys something," John began.
"Oh, I don't like the sound of that," Vivian said, in her constantly worried voice. His aunt in real life had now become his great aunt. John continued.
"When we were at the field trip I sort of met this guy."
"What? Why didn't you say something?"
"Because the boys finally came forward after two days and talked about how they made their wish but I sort of...look...he tricked me okay? How was I supposed to know he was for real?"
"What are you talking about? What did you do?"
"I thought he worked there. He talked about how much fun the kids were having. He asked me if I thought I wanted to feel that carefree again. And not have to deal with work. And then...I wished we could be kids again. Both of us."
"You what? How could you?" Kevin yelled.
"Oh like I knew this was going to happen," John replied.
"You two might have to get used to this," Vivian. "Oh think of those poor boys. What you've done to them! They will have to be the grown ups and...oh we better hope we fight that Max guy!"
"Time's a wasting! Come on!" Kevin said, as boldly as an 8 year old could. He would handle the boys if it came to it, but right now they had to at least track this guy down and unwish themselves back to normal, and fast!

Meanwhile, back home, the boys were anything but miserable...

"FUCK YOU, DAD!"
Jerry giggled to himself. Charles continued practicing,
"FUCK YOU, DAD! You don't tell adults what to do! We tell you what to do! NOW SHUT UP AND GO TO YOUR ROOM OR I'LL GIVE YOU A SPANKING!"
"You sound just like grown ups!"
"We are grown ups. Now and for good, stupid."
"I'm not stupid! Nuh uh! Am not! Am not!"
Charles, now in his father Kevin's body, ripped off the nametag his brother was playing with.
"You gotta start acting like an adult, man. MAN. Heh. You're a man now. This is awesome."
"I have hair on my face!"
"Dude, you haven't washed the spell off yet? You need to wipe that off before they get back. It's what makes this permanent. Wash it off and we get to stay in these bodies. If they see it they might suspect that the old man told us how to do it and how."
"I get to be a grown up and I don't have to go to school anymore! I get to watch TV whenever I want and stay up late!"
"And we get to punish our dads like they used to punish us all the time," said Charles darkly. "I can't wait til aunt Viv takes off. We'll convince her when the spell really starts to kick in. We're gonna get all their knowledge about how to do grown up stuff. Just wait. It'll be great. I can't wait to drive."
"What are you talking about, Charles. I know how to drive," said Jerry in a very mature manner. "Holy shit, I know how to drive! And I can say bad words! Shit! Fuck! I'm not even afraid daddy will hear me!"
"That's because you are daddy now, stupid."
"I'm not stupid. I'm a financial investor with an MA. Hey! I have all of dad's knowledge! Oh this is gonna be awesome! But..."
"But what?"
"But they're just gonna be like little kids. I didn't know how this would feel."
"I know how I feel. I feel like a fuckin' beer. And start calling me Kevin. And you're John. Our kids are Jerry and Charles now."
"This is gonna be so much to get used to. I'm tall and I have the knowledge of an adult now. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked the new John.
"That we know what these bodies want? And it ain't lemonade."
"It's a good thing both our dads are single. And that they are both gay. And they aren't related by blood." The two moved closer and started rubbing against each other. "How about you grab me a beer, too?"
"How about we get Viv to babysit while we out and "try and find the security guard". We'll explain that we've become like our dads. That we have their memories. Which she should believe since..."
"They are probably acting just like little kids right now."
"Right. I am getting my dad's memories."
"Me too! About how we met, fell in love, both had sons and formed a family..."
"I think this is the beginning of a new family."
"Works for me...Dad."

Swap and Run

The man you see on the left is named Louis Beringer.  A mild mannered accountant who is having a bad day. The man on the right is Jared Smith. And my name is unimportant. But you can just call me Jeannie.

Years ago, when I was human, Louis proved himself to be one of the most decent human beings I will ever meet. He provided me with a place to stay when my parents threw me out of the house for being a lesbian. He gave me money, he gave me friendship, and he never asked anything of me in return. We were very good friends. Although I later was able to pay him back, my life came to an abrupt change when I entered a new line of work. Being a Fate. I impressed a couple of immortals and the story is too long to go into. Sufficed to say, I am a decider of Fate. I go through the world unseen except when I want. I reward and I take it back. I investigate everyone's lives and can see the details as much as I want. I have the keys to your life and if I so choose, well, let's just say payback's a switch. ;)

On this particular day, Louis has been let go of his job. He's a little bit down. Well, a lot down. His partner left him months ago for a much younger man. A younger man he dated briefly took everything from him. A con man. He is out of shape and depressed. Quite frankly, I have to intervene. How could I not?

Now, the man on the right...he is another story entirely. He's done a lot of bad things to people. He goes through women and uses them for sex and lies to them to get money. Do you get where I'm going with this? I like irony. He parties too much. He steals left and right. He has a father who is a police sergeant. Daddy's never going to let him go to prison and there have been quite a few close calls.  He's bad but not bad enough and with a rap sheet to have it punish him for the rest of his life. But in noticing the way he treats people, well, he is simply awful. Racist, homophobic, does not have empathy for anyone but himself. Well, sometimes you reach an age where you can't coast by on your looks anymore. And that day is coming sooner than later...

***

Louis walked down the street dejectedly, thinking awful thoughts of what he would do when he got home. He had no job. He had no partner. A younger man he'd dated briefly cleaned out his bank account and the police couldn't find him anywhere. How could there be people in the world that could be so callous? Suddenly there was a familiar face by his side.

"Jeannie?"

"Hey, buddy."

"I haven't seen you in years! No one has heard from you! Where have you been?"

She put a hand lightly on his cheek. "I've had to drop off the radar map for a while. But it was necessary. I've been doing important work."

"Geez. It's good to see a friendly face, at least."

"Louis, I have always wanted to give you the life I thought you deserved. Just think of this as my going away present. I love you. Be happy." And with that she disappeared into the crowd.

Louis wanted to follow her but found he couldn't.

"Hey outta the way buddy! Heads up!" A jogger ran by, and suddenly Louis was dizzy. The jogger stopped too and bent over, the same as him.

Louis got up and felt himself panting, and covered in sweat. The breeze went through his bare legs. He tensed his muscles, taut beyond what he'd felt in years. He caught his reflection in the window. And gasped.

"Hey. HEY! What the HELL? What the HELL IS GOING ON?"

He found himself staring at himself, looking disturbed and then angry. "You're me!"

"And you're me," he said, with a slight smile.

"Run. Run. RUN!" a voice spoke into his mind.

And he ran. His old body couldn't keep up, and boy did he ever yell.

"You'll outrun him soon enough, my dear. And your new info is in your wallet."

"But won't he try and track me down? What am I saying? I'm acting like taking someone's body is normal!" The young man stopped with no sign of his older body in sight. He'd ducked into an alleyway to have a conversation with himself.

"Everything was prepared in advance. I'll have a word with him so he doesn't bother you. You have a fresh start, kiddo. Enjoy the ride. I love you..."

And with that, he was twenty years younger, in a handsome, fit body and a great new job working for a well off uncle, and the knowledge on how to do his new job filled his mind.

He smiled, and ran all the way to his new apartment, so he could try out this new body in all of its novelties.

Meanwhile, the original Jared Smith is now finding out just how unimpressive he is. No one will let him sweet talk him and he will have to learn to treat people with respect for once. What can I say? I'm good at what I do, and I love my work. Fate is a fun business. Maybe I'll tell you other stories sometime...stay tuned.

On Updates

Hi, guys!

Well, first things first. This blog is off to a great start! The themes of my stories seem to be doing well with the audience! I really enjoy the feedback.

Unfortunately, I've been incredibly busy the last few weeks but it should taper somewhat from here on.

Updates will be mostly made on weekends from now on. Or, alternatively, I will be writing most stories on weekends and release them slowly throughout the week.

On requests: I am taking requests for body swap stories but I can't promise to do them in a timely fashion. But I'll try, if you have something that is similar to what I write. I love body swap and age progression/regression and muscle theft the best, so ideas for those genres are always especially welcome. You can send ideas or requests to:

muscledrain@yahoo.com

I also accept photos to implement in whatever stories I can place them into. I've already had several photos sent to me by new fans of the site. Thanks, guys!

What I have a lot of hunk and twink photos. I could always use skinny geek photos, photos of bikers,  and photos of college age guys with beer bellies. Or pipe smoking photos of younger pipe smokers. Or if you have anything that you think would make a really sexy story, feel free to send it my way.

Again, thanks for the great start for this site. I hope to update it for many years to come.

Derek

What's Yours is Mine Part 2

"Yeah, how good do I look, baby?"

"Oh, Nick. Oh god, I swear you get bigger every week. Can I feel?" Cindy tittered and hopped over, flipping her blonde hair back as she delicately started rubbing Nick's pecs.

"You like that, don't you? You like having the biggest stud at the gym, don't you?" He talked so confidently all the time, Cindy thought. He was just about the purest hunk of man she'd ever dated. Nick started nonchalantly making his pecs jump. "Yeah, everybody wants a piece of this. But you get to have it. Yeah," he said, stretching his arms as she ran her fingers gently over his abs from behind him, as he dropped his shorts.

"Woops."

"Oh, babe. I love it when we get dirty in the gym. Take me! Take me now!"

"Closing time means I'm gonna fuck time! Get in the locker room. little woman. This big man is gonna fuck you til you cry."

That night things were going more than all right for Nick. He had just landed a job with a modeling company. He was getting a raise at the gym. He just bought a new truck with all the money he made from selling steroids on the side. Women begged to be fuck by Nick, and he wouldn't have it any other way. After he was done fucking Cindy, who was pretty good looking but now not so much after he'd actually fucked her, about four times in a row, he took a shower and let Cindy bathe him. She soaped him up and she moaned watching his taut muscles form boulders under the waters of the shower, jumping in leaping rivulets from all of the rock hard sinews, and solid mountains that were his legs.

"Do you worship this or do you worship this?"

"Oh yeah baby, I worship you. You have the body of a god!"

Nick shook his head as if to say "damn right". He was pleased to hear muscle worship. Women needed to recognize a true man's superiority.

After sending Cindy home, albeit very reluctantly on her part, Nick decided he was going to head home so he could be up bright and early for a morning workout. When he wasn't managing the gym he now owned, he was at the gym. He practically lived there. He had a bodybuilding championship coming up and had to cut for the next few weeks.

When he woke up the next morning, it was one of the strangest feelings he had ever experienced. The sheets swam over him. He could swear that the dream he had had was real. He was sinking in a big pit of sand, that sucked his muscles from him. In the distance he saw another man, a skinny twig of a man, growing to epic size, towering above him like a mountain. He felt his limbs become the size of pipe cleaners.

He woke up still terrified. He ran to the mirror in the bathroom. Whew. Nothing abnormal here. He weighed himself on the scale. He blinked. He had worked hard to gain five more pounds last month. Now it seemed he had lost them. How had that happened? Just yesterday he could have sworn he was five pounds heavier.

Maybe he wasn't paying careful enough attention. He was distracted from the constant stream of gratifying sex that came his way. Life was there for the taking. His enjoyment had always been paramount. Everyone he had ever pushed around to get where he wanted always caved in to his superior size and intimidating nature.

He remembered just last week when some guy approached him in a bar.

"What you think I'm some kind of faggot? Do you? Do you think I'm some kind of homo??" He had not really been angry, but he loved making other guys, gay guys especially because it was so easy, shake in their fucking pussy boots. He loved the feeling of taking a guy and holding him up against a wall and asking him to try to get out. He was now 25 and it was still funny to go to his favorite dive bar and play pool and flex his muscles in front of smaller, weaker men. He loved the feeling of making other guys disappear in a party when he stole women from various suckers who couldn't possibly compete with his alpha muscle status and perfect smile, and rich, deep confident, self-satisfied voice.

He had been at a restaurant one day a week ago and this waiter had accidentally knocked his drink over. All he had to do was stand up and intimidate the guy and before he knew it the guy was promising him his meal on the house.

"That's more fucking like it," had been his response. Nick didn't really like the words "thank you." Thank yous were for weaker men who needed to have real men tell them what to do.

Nick went to the gym his usual smug self, blasting his radio and noticing a woman in an adjacent car checking him out in his shiny black jeep with its huge, powerful tires. He flexed at the intersection casually and she honked her horn several times.

Because I'm a fucking muscle god, he thought.

The gym wasn't that crowded in the morning. He did his normal workout and had a shake. He walked to the mirrors in the bathroom to check out how pumped he'd gotten and his jaw dropped. This wasn't even possible. He looked...smaller somehow. Like he maybe looked a year ago. He ran to the scale and hopped on.

He had lost fifteen pounds since this morning.

Maybe my scales are broken, he thought and began to breathe shallowly. But both of my scales can't be broken. Several thoughts crossed his mind, but none of them expected what was to come that day. Still, he was thinking of seeing his doctor. Just to be on the safe side.

He told his assistant manager he was leaving until later that evening. He drove to the clinic where his doctor gave him extra special supplements, usually while oogling him. Fucking queer. But at least he gave Nick discounts. Nick was easy on the eye, and he let the fucking gaywad feel his biceps from time to time, and it gave the old fucker such a thrill. He called his doctor ahead and the old man scheduled him in right away.

In the office parking lot, Nick trudged his way before realizing that his shorts felt a little loose. He checked his reflection in the window and gaped. It wasn't possible. He suddenly felt his chest, his arms. He saw himself in the reflection make a pained face and he started panicking. What the fuck was possibly happening. No. No it all had to be part of the same dream he was having earlier.

He must have lost fifty pounds by now. He had a little bit of a chest left. His arms were completely deflated. His entire body had a little bit of muscle and that was dwindling before his eyes. He ran inside to see Dr. Jacobs.

"Oh Nick. Nice to see you again. Always nice to see you. What can I do for you?"

Nick walked nervously back with the doctor, who closed the door behind him. Nick started crying. "Fucking look at me! I'm turning into a skinny corpse!"

"What's the matter?"

"Look at me! I lost like sixty pounds since this morning!"

"Nick, that is not physically possible. Are you high? Be honest with me, did some older man try and give you some illegal substance in the last 24 hours?"

"Older man? Why would an older man be giving me drugs?" His voice sounded a little strained, less masculine and higher than he was used to. He rubbed his throat. The doctor checked his reflexes, ears, and throat.

"Well, I know you have a history with...older gentlemen."

"I do? Doc, I think you have me confused with someone else. Jesus, what's wrong with my voice?" It sounded like he'd taken helium all of a sudden. He got up off the table and looked UP at the doctor. "Holy fuck, I'm shrinking! I'm 6 foot 2! What the hell! Look at my arms! I'm tinier than when I came in here!"

"Nick, you have been 120 pounds for the entire time I've known you."

"No! I was 200 pounds! TWO HUNDRED POUNDS! Just this morning! Oh my god you have to do something! HELP ME!"

The doctor sighed. "Nick, I'm starting to think that you need some help. Obviously the years of feeling inferior and having bad self body image are getting to you. I've been your friend for years, and I'm telling you I've seen it happen in plenty of young gay men. You are not alone."


"What the fuck are you talking about? I am so not gay." But the words were not his. They sounded like someone else. Like some fruity goddamn twink. Not full on twinkle toes but enough that it scared the shit out of him. He felt his now pipe cleaner arms.


"Nick, you have never been a big man. You have always had huge crushes on all the bodybuilders that go to your gym but you told me yourself just last week, you feel like garbage because they're all straight and they just reject you. I think what you really need is to be around someone that appreciates your beauty. Now I know you've told me you don't want to come over but I'm saying from one gay man to another, if you want to, my door is always open." Dr. Jacobs said, almost seductively, into his ear, softly.


Instead of pushing him away Nick just started crying. "No one will take me seriously at the gym."


"I know, Nick. There there." Dr. Jacobs was now holding him, and he was crying like a faggot pussy into his arms. "But you such a good job as a massage therapist. You make good money and you have everything to be proud of."


"What-this isn't-no this is all wrong!" Nick got his shirt on in a hurry and ran out of the doctor's office. The doctor was saying something but he was out of the door dashing for his small little cheap 20 year old car. He just had no idea what was happening. There was some annoyingly hot blonde in traffic on the way out of the parking lot. Stupid woman flipped him off because he narrowly missed her. He didn't register the fact that he felt way differently about her way hot boyfriend in the car with her. Guy had such great teeth and hair and was so ruggedly handsome in that suit of his. Nick smiled just thinking about the stud for the entire way home.

Meanwhile, Troy and David walked into the gym that Nick owned.

"So...what are we doing here?"

"You'll see. Just follow me."

The two walked into the main office and Troy did a double take. His name was on the plate of the owner's office! He was the head manager of the place as well.

"When the hell did this happen? Wait, it happened because...I made friends with the former owner. His son was my roommate in college when I played as a college football quarterback...oh my God! My memories. I was a jock in college! Everyone loved me! I had so much tail too, after I came out. Every fucking gay boy in the state flocked to get fucked by me. Even a few of the professors. More than one. Holy. Shit."

David was so pleased that he insisted one of the trainers take their picture to commemorate the moment.

Troy was flooded with thoughts of domination. Not just of David but of the much weaker Nick, who was probably just discovering his major problem.


"Did you know about this? That this would happen?"


"What's his is now yours. And what's yours is yours. You still have all your skills."


"So I do. I can code with the best of them. And I'm big. I'm real big. And I'm pleased. Step into my office. NOW."


David smiled with pure joy as Troy followed his new lover with a predatory glare and grunted as he helped himself to David's body, tonguing him as he fingered his friend's asshole.  After half an hour of groping and David cumming all over the inside of Troy's mouth (he was dominant but did love the taste of cum, if it was from the right man) Troy gripped David in a big bear hug. David never felt so good as he did in Troy's arms, giving himself to the man of his dreams, the man Troy had become because of him.


"Part of the spell states that you will get everything that he had and more. He'll become weaker than you ever were."


"I can't wait to see this. Come on. My jeep is outside."

The two walked outside. The semi crappy car he had driven here in had transformed into a strong, sleek dick magnet Jeep. Troy smacked David on the ass. "Get in, hot stuff."


"I love it when you man handle me."


"I'll be doing a lot more of that. Now let's go. I'm gonna enjoy this."







The way home for Nick, apart from seeing that one hot guy, was a nightmare. He suddenly had trouble seeing and nearly got into an accident. He made it home and dashed in only to discover his apartment was...different. It was not as nice as he remembered. In fact all of the trophies were gone, from high school and college. Posters of big bodybuilders adorned his walls. A massage table sat in the middle of the living room, which was saturated with the smell of incense. Everything was blurry. He sat on the floor and cried. Maybe he was going crazy!


There was a forceful, loud knock on the door and suddenly he had a bad feeling. But he dashed over to open the door anyway. Standing there were two incredibly hot guys, one built like a truck, who towered over him, and the other was skinnier but still more built than Nick. He suddenly felt so inferior. Other men were now all muscular giants compared with him. Was he nuts? How was this happening? How had everything changed?


"Hi, Nick. It's me, Troy." There was a pause. "Invite me in, dipshit. We need to talk. Especially since it's obvious who has all the muscles now. Doesn't this body look familiar?"



"Do I know you or something?" Nick stared way up at the man. He was mesmerized.


Troy sauntered in with David behind him, grinning like a maniac. "Nice place. Kinda gay, though. Doncha think?":


The two men barged in without even asking Nick, but he automatically felt that he should let them. They were so big and strong! Way stronger than he was.


"I was big and strong this morning! Who are you? Did you...did YOU do this to me?":


"Very good, but wrong. I did." David said, so satisfied, so proud. Nick looked at him in horror, scared and he began to shake. He bunched his arms up the way that the kids he used to bully did, unsure of himself.


"I don't...I don't know how this is possible. I feel like I'm two different people. I'm in the wrong body!" he shrieked, and realized he almost sounded like a girl.


"I gave you a magic potion. In that free Diet Coke you got the other week. The one you demanded for free."

"Oh...oh god."


"Guess you should be more careful of who you piss off, and you've pissed off a lot of people in your day." David continued, while Troy stripped and started to check himself out in the mirror, smirking.


"Come over here. NOW." Troy commanded. Nick did so, not even knowing why he did. "I'm your new boss. You'll do everything I say and enjoy it. Is that clear?"


"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me," Nick whined, in the most unmanly way possible.


"I'm the little nerd Troy from Upper West High School."


"No. OH NO. NOOOOOOO!"


"Shut up. You love being that size and serving me. Now start worshiping me. I have everything you had and I'm more of a man than you'll ever be. Wimp. Fucking nerd. God, look at you. You can't stop drooling over me." Troy displayed his muscles, muscles that commanded worship. "Fact the only thing I don't have now is that tattoo of yours, and the tan..." Suddenly both of those things disappeared off Nick and became Troy's as well. "That's more like it. Now look at me. You want me, don't you little man? You want to touch me so bad. Why wouldn't you? Look at how perfect I look."

"Oh...oh wow." Little Nicky said, taking a shaking hand and putting it on his master's side. "You're so hard," he said meekly.


"Yeah I'm hard. Now get on your knees and do something about it."


Nicky momentarily broke out of his trance. "No. You can't make me. I'm not some gay fucking faggot!"


"Sounds like you're a gay fucking faggot. Remember all those times in high school you shoved me around? Well now it's my turn!" Troy said, and shoved Nicky so hard he fell down. Nicky looked up fearfully.


"Please! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"


"You're sorry WHAT? You're SORRY WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SORRY?"


"I...I...I'm sorry," Nicky blubbered, crawling back to beg this big man for whatever he wanted. He knew suddenly that he craved being dominated, that he enjoyed being shoved around and told what to do. All of the times he'd shoved Troy around as a big man, those memories were there but new memories were taking hold. Memories of constantly being not good enough for anyone. Of letting others shove him around at work, of never standing up for himself, of desperately throwing himself at any guy who showed him even the slightest bit of affection.


"I'M SORRY, SIR! YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS SIR FROM NOW ON! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WIMP?"


"Yes, sir," Nick said, still crawling, and gently touched Troy's leg.


"Beg for me to cum in your mouth and face fuck you. You're my dog now."


"Yes, sir. Please," he caressed his face against his master's leg. "Please give me the honor of filling my mouth with your manly cum. Sir. Please. I beg you. I beg you!"


"On your knees, my servant. Now take this dick and shove it as far down your little throat as it can go."


Nick immediately started choking on his master's practically horse-girth dick. Tears of simultaneous joy and pain streamed down his face and he sobbed choking for quite some time until hot, sweet, salty cum gurgled into his throat. He touched the godliness that was Troy and the mere sensation of touching his master filled him with happiness.


"Don't spit any out. EVER. You will always swallow all my cum. I am your master now. Do as I say."


"Yes, sir."


"Now look, this body requires a great deal of attention. I'm going to go down to my new gym and pose in front of everyone. I don't really think I need to exercise. I know a lot of things just because the magic is letting me know it. Like, I know that I can change your mind just by thinking about it. So keep me happy and I'll make sure you're fulfilled, being my servant boy. Make me a nice big, protein filled dinner. Chicken. With some spinach and a nice big shake. The kinds of food you used to eat when you were my size. I'll be eating all those things now and you can eat whatever I have left over. And any time you think about how big you used to be I want you to cringe and think how unpleasant it was, to hurt others like me, all those times in high school. You feel real bad about that so you couldn't be happier than to be little and easy to push around. It's karma but also you just enjoy life a lot better this way. You have no desire to push anyone around, only to let others treat you as a doormat. Is that clear?"


"Yes, sir," Nicky said smiling.


"And don't eat any of my food until I get back. I want you keeping your slight little boy figure because if you don't I won't give you the gift of my big man cum shakes. And aside from rent, everything you want, you come to me. Everything you own is mine now. If you want to spend money you need to ask my permission. You'll be moving out of your apartment. I'm in a nice big house now and you have a smallish apartment so you'll move in with me. And give me all your money, whatever you earn. But I'll look after you and tell you what it's okay for you to have. All your furniture, that's mine now. All your electronics. Your dick. Don't jack off unless I approve. Those are all mine. Understand?"


"Oh, yes sir."


"Good. I'll be back in a few hours. And by the way, here are your new glasses. You'll need them."


Troy gloried in all the attention and stares he got at his new gym. People really admired him and constantly looked at him with envy. David basked in the glow of his massive friend. Troy finished his set.


"Get me some water," he commanded. David obeyed him and came back with his bottle.


"Now this is just the beginning. We're going to be having a lot more fun once you give me those magic books and potions."


"Yes."


"Yes, what?"


"Yes, sir," David smiled.


"Damn right. Now get into my office and take your clothes off and wait for me. I'm going to do a few more reps and then I'm going to come and fuck your brains out."


Which he did, twenty minutes later. David was there, expectantly waiting with his naked ass, anticipating the moment the enormous bull stud would force his dick inside his ass and start drilling into him like an oil rig.


They got home just as Nicky was finishing up in the kitchen. Troy and David ate ravenously while they made Nicky stand in the corner and watch. Then Troy gathered some chicken and spinach and some scraps from the fridge and put them in a dog bowl he'd bought on the way over.


"I don't want to see you use your hands. Eat with your mouth. Like a dog." Nicky complied, completely enjoying the sensation of not being treated like a human, but rather a beloved pet.


As they walked into the living room to watch some gay porn, Troy swept David up into his arms.


"This is just the beginning, you know."


"You mean you're going to be meaner to Nicky?"


"No. I'm actually going to be nice to him after he gets used to things being this way. After a few weeks I'll start letting him use his own money again. I just like him knowing I can control him whenever I feel like it. You like those muscles, boy? You enjoying the ride?"


"Oh my god, you are so fucking strong now!"


"Damn right. I can lift you like a barbell. Want me to?"


"Yes, oh my god that would be so hot!"


Troy did so, using David as a barbell. He was real careful not to hurt him. He set him down and noticed the huge erection that David was sporting.


They sucked each other's dicks and then brought Nicky in and made him masturbate to gay porn. Then Troy made him think about all the women he banged and told him to forget all those memories and only remember the desperate gay twink that he was.


That night they all went to bed as happy as good be, one big happy family. Well, at least one of them was big. David would be next and it was just a matter of finding the right guy to donate all his muscles. And Troy was happy, and never intended on allowing Nicky to ever grow in height or weight again and to be perfectly content just trying to make Troy happy.


After all, he thought. What's Yours is Mine. That includes being in charge!