Entrapment Part 1

 

“What makes you think you’re getting your body back?” He says it in your voice, and he sounds like he’s trying to come across as perplexed. And you know he’s not.

You feel your heart drop. 

“What...do you mean? We agreed to switch back.” God, your voice is so...light. Almost like a girl’s. Not gruff. You feel your pathetically thin and bony arms and shiver, even though it’s the middle of summer. 

“Oh,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “I think you misunderstood. You see, I told you we would switch bodies back when it was time,” he pauses. “But it’s not time yet.” 

“Then...when? Dude, i have a life. You can’t just keep me from my job! From my family! My uh...friends.” You breathe in a little rapidly, and say sadly “My girlfriend.”  

“Look, you’re great. You know that? I’m grateful. I mean, you didn’t freak out as bad as you could after I swapped our bodies. I mean, you went along with it. I’m just asking that you KEEP going along with it.” He sounds stern. His voice is powerful and resolute. You, on the other hand, squeak your words out. You sound ineffectively weak and people often just look over you now. I mean it’s almost too easy with your new height. You don’t even reach 5′2″ anymore. Your kid brother is now taller than you, though he wouldn’t recognize you. 

You wish you’d never met him. He looked so lonely at that party. He kept saying he wished he could be like you. He was buttering you up. He made you think he was just an innocent kid looking for a big brother figure he could look up to and emulate. You knew his sister vaguely, some ditzy hippy girl who dabbled in all that Wicca nonsense. Only it hadn’t been nonsense. It had been a trap. When they invited you over to their house, they made you dinner, gave you some wine and you drunkenly agreed to play a game. The body swap spell game. You laughed. You were so drunk. How had you gotten so drunk? Because they slipped you something and made you really susceptible to suggestion. So you agreed to swap bodies with the pipsqueak who smiled like he just won a game show jackpot. The next thing you knew you were staring at yourself, and your body was jumping up and down in glee screaming “It worked it worked IT WORKED!!!” 

“Please,” you plead. Panic begins to set in. Your eyes begin to water. “I have to get my body back. I can’t live like this.” 

“Like what? A puny wimp? Dude, I get it. Your body sucks. I know what it’s like to be in there and I know what it’s like to be in here. I am NOT leaving. I love this body. Now, we might switch places later if I decide I don’t like your life. But so far uh...I like it. Family is great.” 

“You’ll never fool them. They’ll totally guess something is wrong.” 

“Yeah, so I might just move. You’ve got a lot of money and I asked the company...they can send me to another state. I can start a new life. Man, I can’t tell you how much I don’t miss THAT body.” He shakes his head, smiling as if you’re in on the joke. But you aren’t. 

“This isn’t funny. You said-you said-” You say the words, and your voice cracks. You sound so juvenile and unmasculine. You wish you felt manly again. You wish you had some weight to you. Other men almost all tower above you. And you are helplessly looked down upon in a world that values height as a sign of maturity. Your hair is blond and your body and face are nearly hairless. This body of yours that you find yourself in barely has any testosterone. You can’t even...get excited anymore very much. You have to resort to...other methods of stimulation. Methods which involve dildos and your prostate. It has been a shock to be in a body with SUCH a tiny penis as well. You are not even what you would consider a man anymore. You’re more of a sub-male. You find yourself thinking of yourself as lesser, less than other men with their powerful vigor and dominating voices. 

He claps a heavy hand on your shoulder. It engulfs your shoulder now. 

“Look. If you’re good, I’ll try and find you some other snmuck who will agree to a body swap spell with you. I mean the only guys really willing to do that are gay guys with a fetish. You can find them online. I’ll give you the info on finding a willing partner. At least you have the incantation. I’ll even let you borrow the necklace so when you find someone willing, you can tell me. I’ll come let you borrow it and observe you two swap. Then I’ll take the necklace. And you’ll have a whole new body.” 

“But...my family.” 

“I might get sick of this body some day. I mean, I probably will. I am thinking of keeping it at least for a couple of years and having some fun. Thinking of getting some sick tats.” He flexes. God, he looks so much stronger than you. “But there’s one catch. I want you to stay in that body for at least a year.” 

“A year!” Your voice cracks again. “I can’t! I just can’t,” you blubber. The job that you now have is basically sucking cocks of older men for cash. They love your smooth young butt and your pixie like looks. When he told you that was his, now your, main source of income, you balked that you would ever stoop so low as to suck a cock. But then he send you images of his clients and you were filled with a longing for cock you never dreamed of. Within days you were being invited over to wealthy men’s houses who used your ass and then stuffed cash in your pockets, called you son and/or slave boy, or maybe even just plan FAGGOT. 

“I want you to see if you still want to change back after a year. You can try being me for a little while longer. I know you can do it. As for your life, I’m handling it pretty well. I promise I won’t get any girls knocked up. But sex with girls is so different. I didn’t think I’d even want to try it but they all love me. These guns!” He proudly flexes for you again. You salivate over the arms you used to own. You close your eyes and can remember what it was like to curl 30 pound barbells. To be of a height where you look other men in the eye. 

He comes close and kisses you on the lips. 

“Baby, just do this for me, okay? Okay, boy? You like it when guys do that, don’t you?” 

You know he’s not attracted to you. He’s straight now. But even the thought of him touching you sends you over the edge. He traces a line on your thin, meager arm. 

“I think you look real good this way. I think you’d look even better getting fucked by some much bigger guy. Wouldn’t that be great? I can set it up for you.” He shows you the much bigger man on his phone. He has a taste for boys your size. And he’s gorgeously covered in hair. His receding hairline and heavy beard make your mouth water for his cock. 

“Okay. A year. Sounds good,” you quietly decide. 

“Excellent. I knew you’d come around. Welcome to the life of being a fag, man.” He smiles and claps you on the shoulder, and sends an email. 

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A Karmic Redistribution of Bodies

"To us!"

"To us, man!"

The jocks clinked beer glasses in a toast. They had just won another game and as much as I hate sports, I was devoted to my prey and so I watched them intently from afar.

"I think we're gonna go all the way, man. We're gonna win state."

That buzz cut gorilla you see there is named Charles. Charles is a beast of a man. In more ways than you would assume. A dominant alpha male. A football player on his way to going pro in just a year from now. I know, I can see these things. Charles is also a bit rapey. My client was one of his many conquests, and she has hired me for you see, I deal in such matters.

Now, before I continue, please know that my services are not to be requested for any mere paltry excuse. When someone requests my services, it is because someone recommended them to me. At that juncture, I can then decide whether or not I personally want to interfere. However, I will say that a great deal of young people these days are confused as to what constitutes the need for help. If you don't want someone speaking at your campus because it hurts your feelings, don't come crying to me. I'll perform a memory spell that makes you forget you ever heard my name. I shit you not, a girl contacted me a few months ago because some jock she didn't like used a sexist hashtag she got offended by. I gave him a bigger cock, made her forget me, and upped her sexual libido and need to get fucked by about 500% and she went from being a feminist SJW to a campus slut who participates in group orgies with the same jocks she used to scream about. So don't waste my fucking time.

Charles, however, was right up my alley. He was a classic bad date. My client was date raped in an alleyway, because that's sometimes how Charles gets his kicks. She woke up on a park bench. That's how much he cares. And before you go off about who tells the truth, I have a spell to determine that rather easily. Charles was a perfect match for what I like to call a karmic redistribution. It's somewhat of a specialty with me.

Who am I? I'm slightly older looking than your average college aged student. You’ll forgive me if I don’t share much in common with them, though, seeing as I originally went to college in the 1960s. You'll never know I'm right behind you, listening to your conversations and taking note. I could be in your dorm room or your shower, or even your car. You would never know. I'm perfectly happy with the wealth I have accumulated and yes, I do know quite a bit of magic. There's a group of us, you see. We all keep in touch. It's a magician thing. We tend to have our cliques based on what we do. There's Mr. Cachimbo, Mr. April, about 7 of the genies that work at that Spells R Us place (all of them are named Kevin and we just tell them apart by the color of their suits. So there’s Red Kevin, Brown Kevin, White Kevin, Blue Kevin, Gray Kevin, Green Kevin and Yellow Kevin), The Manager (not his real name but he doesn't give that out to just anyone), Jeannie the Genie, Robert Khavar, The Trickster Prince Kaululaau, Madame Deveaux, Peter Hookline (formerly of a certain not-so-fictional island and yes, he grew up eventually. Moved to an island full of bikini babes and let some Indian kid take over his gig. He’s actually the CEO of our main office but that’s rather a long story), Detective Matt Clockwise of the Reality Police, and of course good ol' Zoltar. I'm not counting the entities. There's that one Halloween maze that is somehow sentient, and I don't even like to think about it because it's so unsettling. I’m not in the know for everything. How the fuck does that even happen? A living Halloween maze? Fuck that shit. That thing is just plain creepy, and it does NOT like to make friends. I’m the most recent inductee of The Male Transformation League, or MTL for short. There are others in the League, but those are the ones I’m friendly with.

Who am I? I don’t like for people to see me, or speak of me. I don’t like to interact with my victims much. But for the purposes of this particular account, you may call me Buster. My full name now is Mr. Buster Trader. Because I like to bust guys and…yeah it’s an obvious meaning when you think about it. 

Oh. And here comes the best part. Watch with me. 

A strange look comes over Charles's face. It's that look I live for. Because you see, I don't reveal myself. Others in the League like to. I like to remain quiet in the corners of restaurants, bars, classrooms..and wait. My work is simple and I don't plan on explaining anything. They don't know who I am and that is fine with me. I remain anonymous. I am in contact with people here and there, I ask who I can trust to keep my secrets and my spells tell me who won't go sharing things they shouldn't unless it's to find me another victim. It's my ultimate joy to punish and reward. I am a god. And tonight is a very special night. 

His face looks around him, disorientated. 

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"What do you mean, who am I? I'm your fucking wide receiver, dummy." The big college jock laughed it off but Charles face was still blurry from the ride. Generally it's quite exhausting for a soul to transfer while in a conscious body. It's a bit of a thrill for me. The others all have different methods for making the transition easier but I am a bit more cruel. I don't give warning. I just yank them out of their lives and give them another. Charles's arms steady him on the table as he stands and scoots out of the restaurant booth. He isn't sure if he's dreaming or not. 

"I was in my room. I know I was. I think...I don't know how I got here. Why do I sound weird? Am I sick?"

"Hey guys, is he kidding us?"

"I can't tell, Charles is usually confused more by tests than real life. Hey Charles, you feelin' all right buddy?" Three jocks looked at him. "Charles. CHARLES!" 

"Uh...are you talking to me? My name isn't Charles. Hey. My arms. Hey, waitaminute." 

From his perspective, he walks to the bathroom and steps in not expecting to see the image of a man who for all intents and purposes like every magazine or internet stud he's ever jerked off to. The man he could never be is now staring at him, mimicking his every expression, touching his face as he touches his face. 

"No. No way." he looks down at his chest, at his arms. Feels them for the first time. 

But just a few moments before...

Now meet my Chosen One. This is Billy. Billy is someone I followed for a while. I pick who I change carefully. Billy had a very hard life. Thrown out of his parents house for being gay. Lived with an aunt for a while and then off to college, on his own with no hope of moving in with anyone in his family ever again. The parents died in a car accident just a few months after throwing him out. He has no siblings. The aunt is poor. She can barely pay her bills and she told Billy she did her duty, but that if he wasn't a Christian he couldn't stay with her. Oh, foolish woman. That was her loss, because now I have a soul perfect for my needs. Billy is so sad but amazingly keeps up a positive attitude, in spite of having lost nearly everything.

"Ehhhh. I dunno. I think I might have to cast a fire spell."

"Another one? What are you, a Charmander?"

"Wrong game, and shut up. I keep rolling under 5! This game could not be any worse. I need more points here."

Young Billy is playing some kind of meticulously dreadful board game. I transported back and forth, watching him and watching my prey. I also was able to find someone in Billy that had a connection with my client, the one who wound up in an alleyway. That will be important later. It gets me off the hook of getting involved.

"Dude, I'm so fucked. I can't get out of this fucking swamp!"

"So get a protection spell, duh."

A look comes over Billy's eyes. He spaces out for a second and then sits up on the bed.

"What the fuck? Where are my friends? Where am I? How did I get here?"

"Uh, is this part of your character?"

"Who the hell are you? Why does my voice sound so weird?" Billy's body walks only just a few steps before seeing himself in a wall mirror. He is confused at first. That can't be a mirror. It must be some kind of illusion trick. "What the hell is that?"

"Dude, are you in character? I'm seriously confused right now. Are we gaming or not?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't play fucking board games. I have way better things to do with my time. Oh my god. My arms! What happened to my arms??!" He is screeching now. His booming voice is gone. His voice is high pitched and tinged with panic. He grabs the door handle. This is a house he doesn't know. He sees a bathroom across the hall and walks in and sees himself in better light. The reflection doesn't lie.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! I think I'm having some kind of drug trip! THAT'S NOT ME!"

"Dude, you don't do drugs. That I know of. Did you take any drugs?" The fat nerd beside him asks.

"No. I never do drugs. Coach would fucking kill me if I did"

"The coach of what?"

"Of the football team, what else! And where the hell am I?"

"You're in my house."

"Where's your house?"

"Dude, are you okay?"

"NO! I'm...That's not me. That's not my reflection. Is this some kind of trick mirror? My arms! My chest! Oh my god, I am...I'm someone else. I was just sitting with my buds in the diner and now I'm here and I'm in some total nerd's body and I'm totally fucking puny WHAT THE FUCK! I worked out for years! Where are my muscles! Where's my face!"

"Okay, okay, I think I'm gonna drive you home. Or to a hospital. I'm not sure which."

"I just need to get back to the restaurant. Can you take me to Happy's Diner?"

"Yeah, I guess. So you don't know who I am."

"I have no idea."

"Dude, if this is an amnesia spell you just invented that is totally going outside the rules."

Charles's spirit looks out from Billy's face at the fat nerd in total disbelief and frustration.

***

I go back to the diner. I can't be in two places at once, after all. The jocks are freaking out because they think someone slipped their friend some drugs and they are thinking about taking him to the emergency room and two of them debate it, saying that it could get him thrown off the team if anyone thinks he took drugs voluntarily. One of the jocks (I don't know their names and I don't care. All I know is they are all hot, and that's really all I need to know) calls his pre-med girlfriend and they bring him out to the parking lot for some air. It's night, and there's a nice cool breeze. It's a warm autumn night. The jocks are telling Charles his name and he's taking it well. The one dude's girlfriend arrives and performs a check on him. For a bunch of partying assholes, they actually do look out for one another. Maybe I won't turn the rest of them into animals or animal hybrids for my amusement.

"I don't think he has any hallucinogens in his system. Whatever it was might have just caused some dizziness." She lists off a few medications including anti-depressants that could cause him to temporarily zone out. "But my guess is Ambien," she concludes. "It would explain the amnesia delusion or why he called himself by a different name. It's like he's dreaming. He has all the symptoms and his body checks out, it's not narcotics. Go home and sleep it off, Charles. I'm sorry this happened to you."

"Who do you think gave him Ambien?"

"I don't fucking know! Let's just get him home so he remembers who he is and shit." The jocks consult each other and decide not to talk about this with anyone.

***
In the car again with the nerds.

"I'm not Billy. I told you. I'm Charles Strickland."

"You're actually not, and I still think I should take you to the hospital, dude. You're telling me you switched bodies with someone..and you don't really look like the football type. You don't know anything about football."

"Then how would I know..." Charles-as-Billy starts talking football and it goes over my head because I don't care. Fat nerd seems to be unnerved.

"Dude, maybe you have like, another personality or something."

"No, I just had my body stolen and I'm trying not to freak out. I'm too fucking mad to freak out! When I see me, I'm going to have a long talk with him. Me. You know what I mean. I have to fix this."

They get to the diner and no one's there. New Billy asks about the jocks and the waitress says one of them got sick and left with his friends, who took him home.

"Shit," says new Billy.

***

Charles lives in a rather large guesthouse built on the property of another house. It's a nice bachelor pad and his reward for his senior year. No more dorms. Just all the bitches he can fuck, and the ones that don't want to fuck he just wants them more. I don't know if he took liberties with anyone else, but New Charles is alone now. His bros told him not to go anywhere, and to just stay there the rest of the day. It was Saturday tomorrow and he didn't need to go anywhere.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD. My arm..."

New Charles is much better than the old Charles. Old Billy is now noticing his body for the first time. Before it was like his mind was wrapped in cotton. Now that he's alone and walking around, he realizes that he is wearing enormous clothes and that he somehow fills out those clothes. It is such a strange sensation to have...so much of him. To be able to feel big. Really big.

"Oh my God, this is amazing! I bet I could life like a hundred pounds totally easy! Wait, or more. I never lifted anything before. God, this is incredible! And my voice! My voice! Testing with my voice! This is my voice! Hey man. Hey, you wanna go back to my place and FUCK?" Old Billy looks at himself in the mirror and the overwhelming joy crawls over his face. Incredulous overwhelming joy. He rubs his face. Perfect stubble. He then remembers to check down below. His hand pats over a rather large bulge. "No way." He undresses and sees a godly cock twice as big as his old one, maybe bigger. "HOLY SHIT! This is real. I'm a stud. I'm a huge stud. My name is Charles uh, something. Oh man. Oh man, I wonder if this guy has a phone. Of course he has a phone. Duh. Okay, where is it?"

I watch as he tries to call himself, looking at himself in the mirror, smiling stupidly. They always look so dumb when they first swap.

***

In the car with the nerds again. New Billy doesn't have Billy's phone on him, but luckily the fat nerd is there, and he gets a call from someone he doesn't know.

"Here, could you answer this?" He hands New Billy his phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh my God, is that me?"

"Oh shit. OH SHIT. It's me! It's my body! Is that me?"

"Yeah. Is that me?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at your house. Is Guillermo there?"

"Who?"

"My friend. This is his phone number."

"Oh right, yes."

Guillermo! So that's the fat nerd's name! Well now I know. Not that I care. This part is always so delicious.

"Uh, so I guess you should come over?"

"We're already on our way, we're about five minutes from you. What's your name?"

"Billy. And you're Charles, right?"

"Yeah. And I want my body back. Did you do this?"

"No! I thought you did it!"

"Me? Why the hell would I want to give up my body? Have you fucking seen me? I'm a fucking stud! I mean, most women would die to have sex with me?"

"Now I know you're crazy," Guillermo says. Ha! I like Guillermo.

"Shut up! Look, I'm not leaving tonight without my body! There has to be something you did that made us switch bodies. You're the ones with the spells and shit."

"Dude, those aren't real spells. It's Dungeons and Dragons. I don't have any idea how you swapped bodies with someone. Holy crap, I can't believe I'm actually going along with this." Oh god, I love the fat nerd friends. They are the best.

"Yeah," New Charles says in his husky voice. "I don't know how this happened."

The car drives up and the moment of revelation has come. I gleefully smile invisibly as New Billy arrogantly gets out of the car. The door opens from the guesthouse. The man himself is there. New Charles. He looks like a god in his silhouette against the light.

"Hey, Guillermo!"

"Oh, shit. Please tell me this is all a joke someone is pulling on me. Like, you can't tell me that you are him and this is nuts, you guys. This has to be a prank."

"Guillermo, it's me. It's Billy. I was just playing D&D with you!"

"Nice to meet you, Billy. I'm Charles." New Billy looks way up at his former body. "Jesus, you're fucking short, dude!"

"Not anymore!" New Charles laughs. "Oh. Sorry."

Inside they go over details to convince Guillermo that it's really Billy. New Billy tells him he wants his body back, threatens him. And then that moment. Oh, that moment. That moment! I love that moment. That slow smile. New Charles stands up. Towering way over New Billy. Crosses his arms.

"Oh yeah? Or what? You gonna beat me up? I'm fucking HUGE now! I mean, look at these muscles! And you think you could beat ME up? That's like that one game where I was a paladin and I tried to take on a dragon emperor."

"I don't know WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS!" New Billy yells.

"It's not from DandD. It's from-"

"Shut up!"

"Don't tell Guillermo to shut up. He's nice!"

"Dude, how does it feel to be like, a Ranger now?"

"Oh my god it's so awesome. I wish you knew how it felt. It's like I'm me but...more. I wanna go running! I wanna lift stuff! I wanna play sports even!"

"Yeah, I'm good not knowing how any of that feels."

"Look. We need to switch back. Do you know how to play football?"

"Kind of. Sort of. I mean I've watched it for the hot guys." New Charles laughs.

"Wait, you're gay?"

"No I said hot guys because I'm straight."

"Technically you're in a new body now, so doesn't that mean you guys swapped that as well?"

"I...I don't think so."

"How do you know?"

"I uh..I used it. You know. Your um, I got excited earlier. So uh..."

"Wait, why would that aspect not change?"

I live to fuck with people, and I'm a fucking wizard, Guillermo. That's why.

"You touched my dick?!"

"No, I touched my dick! And it's really big now!" New Charles says giddily to Guillermo.

"Look, I know I'm not into dudes and if you do anything gay in my body I will find a way to get even with you so don't even think about it! I'm going into the fucking Marines after I graduate!"

"Uh, gays are allowed in the military now so maybe you shouldn't be so homophobic." New Charles says.

"Yeah and I'm gay too, so no offense dude, but I'm the only friend you have right now and I don't really feel like being disrespected."

"It's not about that! Okay well it kind of is. Army guys you kind of expect that but not Marines. Marines are not cool with gay. If I switch back and everyone thinks I'm gay, I'll never get laid again!" New Billy shrieks.

"He does have a point. Except about the Marines, because I think you need to be more open-minded. But we don't even know how to switch back. I mean, what do we do now?" New Charles asked. No one had an answer.

***

The next part was my turn to shine. I went to my client. I teleported into her dorm room. She was shocked. I smiled my slow smile.

"How did you do that?"

"Magic. Because that's what I am. It's done. I swapped your gay little friend and your rapist. It's all yours now."

Her jaw drops. "You...really are. I thought..."

"You thought I was full of shit and that you were just getting me to go along with a fantasy. No, it's real. I swapped their bodies. You'll have to tell them it was because of what he did. Now here are some ideas..." I told her the basics. "Well, I'm beat. I'm off to Casablanca for some lunch." I teleported out of there, leaving her in a state of shock. She just watched me disappear, after all. Of course, I lied and I'm going to stick around to watch all the suffering and pain.

***

She comes over that night. New Billy decided to stay with New Charles for a night. They were tired and just about to go to sleep, New Billy taking the couch because he was small enough to fit on it now, and New Charles taking the comfy queen sized bed.

"You? What...what are you doing here?"

"Katie?"

"I'm just here to have a little chat with you. Charles. And hello Billy."

"Hey, she knows who you really are!" New Charles says. "So. That means..."

"I did it."

"Wait. You two...know each other?"

"I'm someone that knows him but we aren't really friends. But he helped me a lot with my physics homework. He's a very sweet guy who has been utterly shit on in life so when I decided to take your body away I gave it to the person who I thought deserved it the most."

"But why? I mean, thanks and all, but maybe you should put us back."

"No. It's a one way ride. Once you swap, you can't go back."

Good girl. Make the bastard pay. Oh man it's sinking in. I see his face fall. He's just beginning to realize this is his life now, as some puny little bitch. God, this is great!

"You mean we're stuck like this?" New Charles cried out.

"Why the hell are YOU so upset? I'm the one that should be upset? You're the one with the fucking body of a REAL man! I built that body up for YEARS! You HAVE to give it back to me!"

"Or what? You'll fuck me while I'm unconscious again?"

"What?" New Charles whispered. "What did you say? What did you do to her?" he said, horrified.

"He raped me. And now you get his body. Because that's his punishment. And, what's more you are going to help Charles with football and make sure he adjusts to his new life."

"Or what? What are you gonna do to me?"

"Switch you again with something worse. See, I can't switch you guys back but I can switch you again with someone new. Maybe someone in a wheelchair would like your body. Maybe an 80 year old man."

New Billy's eyes grow wide. I like this girl, she's a keeper. If I was straight...or mortal...or lived in this dimension...

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" New Charles roared. Ah, the testosterone is flowing with this one and he is just getting a surge of it. Probably has never felt this powerful before.

"I didn't know! I thought she was awake! I was drunk! I'm sorry! Please!" The begging continued. The girl stopped New Charles from killing his old body.

So it goes. New Billy moved in with New Charles. It was better that way. And I made them both gay for a reason. Can you guess why?

 

"You ready to do another set on the bicep curls."

"I love the bicep curl machine!"

"Yeah, it used to be one of my favorites as well." New Billy said somewhat sadly, oogling his old body. At this point, he had been trying to hide and suppress his homosexuality for a full ten days and it was starting to slip. All the awesomely hot guys in the gym made him horny beyond belief. He was constantly getting hard but luckily his clothes loosely draped around his skinny frame making it harder to notice. Not so with New Charles with every muscle tense and bulging. 

After the workout it was time to go home and go over football maneuvers. New Charles came up with an excuse to take a week off from practice, saying a relative had died. New Billy was crash coursing New Charles on football. Of course his body had a lot of natural memory to it and New Billy found he could only describe it, not do it. Practicing outside, New Charles was a natural. The guesthouse was near a farm so there was a lot of land to practice as he jumped and leaped, ran with the football and went over plays and positions, and memorized as much as he could about defense and offense. He was a quarterback after all. 

"Alright, get inside. Time for you to make me some dinner." New Charles said. He had adopted a newfound cruelty to New Billy, and amazingly it had taken only a few days for New Charles and Katie to understand that they could turn New Billy into a practical slave for the two of them, under threat of swapping him with some 80 year old in a home shitting himself. I might have given her a few ideas. 

New Billy now served New Charles in every way. He made his meals, prepared him in the gym and gave him all his old routines, introduced him to fitness nutrition and supplements, gave him information about his life, his family, his friends. Everything he needed to know. New Charles didn't feel any sympathy or love for the coward that had taken advantage of his friend, and being morally outraged he had developed a quite natural and lovely streak of dominance. He didn't ask New Billy to do anything. He ORDERED it. It made me want to jerk off all the time as I watched them. God, nothing was hotter than watching a nerd turn into a muscle stud and then really become a dom. His entire personality was changing. Of course I wove part of that into the spell, but still. So hot.

"I want you to chop some wood later." 

"But...can't you do it? I mean, you have all the big muscle now." New Billy shyly looked away from New Charles. 

"Did I say I wanted to do it?"

"No, I just..."

"When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Do you understand me? HEY! LOOK AT ME, NERD. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ENGLISH?"

"Yes. I'll go. I'll chop some wood. I'm sorry." 

"Yeah, and you're gonna be sorry if you ever say no to me again." New Charles said, stomping over and grabbing New Billy and pinning him against the wall, his legs dangling. "Maybe I oughta show you some respect. How would you like it if I rammed my big cock in your little ass, like you did to Katie? Huh? Would you like that, huh? Huh? Holy shit, you would. You're fucking getting a boner! Ha! What the fuck, dude! I thought you said you were straight!"

I was finished pouring a mixture of sex appeal, dominance, arrogance, and feelings of justification into New Charles. Now it was time for my dessert. 

"I...I don't know anymore. I get excited sometimes, that's all.." New Billy whined. 

"OH, you get excited, huh? You get excited by me? By my big fucking muscles? Huh, nerd? You like that? You like big muscles? WHY DON'T YOU LOOK AT THAT UP CLOSE?" New Charles shoved New Billy's face into his armpit. He grabbed his head and didn't let go. 

New Billy whined. 

"Say you like that. Say you like feeling my muscles like a good little bitch."

"I do okay! I do! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" 

New Charles took him up by the hair and removed his hand so he could take off his belt and pants. "Take off your clothes. NOW. I'm gonna fuck you like I wanted to the first night I swapped bodies with you. NOW! CLOTHES! TAKE EM OFF!" 

New Billy complied, getting naked with his tiny three inch dick getting fat and hard and he dreamed of New Charles. 

"Let's just get one thing straight. You are a faggot. You are my faggot. You don't talk about this with anyone, especially not Guillermo or Katie. You are going to take my cock up your ass and you are going to do everything I say from now until the day you fucking die. GOT IT?"

"Yes." 

"Call me sir," New Charles said as an afterthought, then grabbed New Billy and swung him around, pinning him on the floor and ordering him to fight back. New Billy did but he was no match for a man so much larger and bigger. New Charles laughed at the pathetic attempt and ordered him to put his ass in the air and slipped his big dick in after grabbing the lube from the nearest bookshelf and giving it a good squeeze. 

"Yes, sir. OH GOD OH GOD NO IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

"Good. I'm glad. You're nothing but a little bitch now. How does it feel? Cause it feels good for me! OH YEAH! SO THIS is what's it's like ohhhhhhOOHHHHHHH!" New Charles had never had sex before and now that he had a powerful Olympian body he couldn't help but give in to its carnal urges. For New Billy it was agony getting his cherry popped by an enormous 9 incher. But as much as it hurt, it was important for New Billy. He had been dreaming of this moment. But it was like having a cucumber shoved up his ass. He never imagined the pain and indescribable joy of having his first rectal orgasm. Now New Charles was using him, ramming him repeatedly like an animal, and it hurt like hell. He finally shoved the nerd off his dick and ordered him on the floor to open his mouth. He wiped his dick off with a rag.

"How about you worship me now? You may jerk off while sucking on my foot, slave."

"Slave?"

"Yeah, you pretty much are my slave now. My slave for fucking life, bitch! You're gonna do this for the rest of your days as my personal bitch. You got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"And after that, you can suck my big ol' dick off again and then make me something to eat. Like a good bitch."

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah, you're gonna swallow my jiz like a girl. And I want my laundry done by tomorrow morning, nicely ironed."

"Yes, sir."

I honestly could watch this for days. I pour my heart into my projects. I know you probably have issues with it, but let's be honest, Old Charles could have gone to prison and gotten this but it's sooooo much more satisfying this way. Instead of five years in prison, he gets to be a sex slave for life. If that isn't satisfying, I don't know what is. 

For the record, I'm always up for a new challenge. Tell your friends about me. The name is Buster Trader, and I love my job.

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!