Entrapment Part 2

 

 

This...is so great. Look how big I am. And bald! I’m BALD! That is so COOL! I bet I’m like the only kid from my freshman class to be bald. Ha! My skin...my body...my muscles. I’m so hard all over! This is the greatest thing that has EVER happened to me! 

Okay, I should start at the beginning. My name is actually not this dude’s name, although I think I have HIS name now. So that’s super confusing. I’m Harper. But now I’m GREG. Okay...I’m not actually in my original body. My original body is a scrawny 19 year old D&D and Fornite player who never lifted a weight in my lifetime. 

Oh man, these tats are sick! I look amazing! So hot! Oh yeah, my story. 

So, I was a major geek up until like, a couple of hours ago. I got my friend’s dad to agree to entertain me and do a D&D game with us and I faked it after a while so we had to do a body swap spell. He repeated the words of the spell I gave him and the next thing I knew, we had actually swapped bodies! I should also explain there is this total hippy chick Clara I know, with a nerdy brother you used to hang out with. Anyway, they both told you that he was actually not your friend, but some huge bodybuilder instead, and he was stuck in that body. 

So of course, I didn’t believe them. She said she would give me the chance to do a body swap with her father Greg. I went along with it. 

I freaked out. I danced around. i flexed my muscles. And I realized my old body just staring at me, with a rather amused expression on his face. 

“Man, it’s so different being in your body.” 

“Uh...thank you?” I felt my chest, my heavy pecs, my bulging arms, my legs like a fucking rock. I was a stallion of a man now! I flexed, and tested out my big muscles for the first time. “Man, this is amazing. Thank you, dude! This feels great!” 

“No thank you, kid!” Greg in my body replied. The hippy chick with the long blond hair and glasses just smiled at me. 

“I...don’t get it. You’re not angry or anything?” 

“He knew about it,” she told me. There was something wrong here. 

“Wait. Why are you all staring at me like that?” 

“We want you to do something for us. See, my father and our family are magicians. We exist outside of normal reality. And we have our own laws. I know this is all a lot to take in. Just breathe deep.” So I did. 

“Here’s the deal, kid,” my former body started to explain, stretching his thin, gangly limbs. “God, you never worked out a day in your life! Have you ever HEARD of a gym? How about push ups! Anything?” 

“Hey! I should not be the one being criticized here. You wanted my body, obviously, so it can’t be that bad, can it!” So touche, magician dad dude. 

“My father was under a spell. He was under a sort of house arrest. He can only go to work and that’s sort of in another dimension. Long story short, you need to do his job for him. It looks like a regular office. It’s just admin duties. We can tell you how to do everything.” 

“You want me to go to your work for you? Doing...magic?” 

“We actually have computers and you like those...and nothing else judging from the size of these arms.” He flexed and made a face. “Kid, you seriously need to start exercising if you’re going to stay in my body. I know I’ll be trying to build this one up.” He frowned feeling up his...I mean my...bony yet flabby arm. “Not to mention the little gut you got going on. You’re 19! You should be getting sunlight and meeting girls, for crying out loud.” 

“Uh...I’m gay, number one.” 

“WHAT? You didn’t tell me I was gonna be in a gay kid!” 

“I’m 19,” I said smarmily. 

“Yeah, well you look 12!” Greg the former dad snapped at me. “Honey?” 

Clara just shrugged. “I didn’t think it mattered. This isn’t permanent. We need to explain this to him.” 

“But GAY? What if I’m gay now?” 

“You’re definitely going to be a bottom,” the nerd brother piped in. “I used to be a top Hispanic bodybuilder, by the way. Now I’m in this guy. You can imagine my joy in all this.”

“Okay, so we swapped bodies and I’m...straight now?” I tried thinking of famous women that I thought were amusing and intelligent and all I could think of was fucking them and yup I was straight now. “This is weird. I don’t like it.” 

“Me either,” my old body complained. “You couldn’t have found me any football players.” 

“We’re not friends with any football players,” Clara tried reasoning with him. 

“Because you’re both adopted, that’s why.” my old body said, sarcastically. 

“We are not. Look at Craig’s body. Look what Ragina’s spell did to him. She stole a lot of his potential manhood when he was a child. And she just made off with it, can you believe that?” Clara was really upset and she stared at me as if I had the answer. 

“The who did what now?” I said, utterly confused, because that was going to help. She moaned. 

“Okay, there is this sorceress. She turned my baby brother into a weakling at an early age. He’s gay but he grew up into a really effeminate kind of wimp. And she did this to hurt my father, who is a really important magician. So eventually she worked her way into the magician government and the next thing you know she’s accusing my father of a crime he didn’t commit.” 

“Why does she hate him so much?” 

“Because I wouldn’t date her. Ragina is a raging bitch dominatrix. That’s her magical ability. She turns men into her slaves if they sleep with her. I never wanted to be with her anyway but she was totally in love with me when we were kids. I didn’t want to be a sex slave so I said you should go find a submissive guy who is into that sort of thing who wouldn’t mind being your slave anyway. But does she listen? No. She wants to be with me. I mean I am pretty awesome. So I’m really gay now? How is this fair?” 

“Dad, being gay is not a bad thing alright! You always do this!” Clara yelled

“I NEVER SAID THAT THERE WAS ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT!” Greg yelled back at her. 

“Could you two save your fascinatingly woke argument for later? I just had my body swapped and now I’m huge. I have huge muscles. So I’m just going to leave.” 

“You can’t leave,” Clara told me. “House arrest.” 

“Oh yeah? Try and stop me.” I said, assured of myself in my new huge body. I was unstoppable! Look me, a veritable mountain of a man!” I walked through the door and got zapped by pink electric lightning. 

“Ragina placed a spell on the house,” Clara explained. 

“OH,” I said, on the floor. I got up, shook it off, got back up again and calmly walked back into the kitchen. I took a beer out of the fridge. 

“I’m having a beer, and you’re not legally allowed to drink anymore!” I yelled at Greg in my body. 

“I’ll drink a beer if I want a beer,” he said, folding his arms confidently. He was actually making my body look cool. Why can’t I look that cool when I’m in my body! 

“Okay, listen Harper,” Clare told me. “In your body, my father can find the person who framed him, okay? You just have to sit tight, go to my dad’s job on Monday and you don’t have to do a whole lot. We’ll go over the office job. My dad is a high level manager.” 

“Wait, so I’m like the Magic Boss but I’m also under arrest?” 

“Yes, because the Brothers of Magic and the SIsters of Magic are basically at war.” 

“Oh of course they are.” 

“So the Brothers believe my Dad is innocent. Ragina is influencing the Sisters now. So they support you at work and there might be a total gender split in the magician community if my dad doesn’t win his trial.” 

“I’m gonna go in your body now. I promise I won’t do anything gay. I don’t do gay things.” 

“Oh YEAH? I happen to know that body thinks THIS body is really fucking hot!” I said, taking off my shirt. I came over to him and nuzzled up close to him. “But then again, it wouldn’t be gay if you had sex with your own body, would it, Greg?” I bounced my pecs in front of his much shorter face. 

“EW! Men are so gross!” Clara was disgusted. I didn’t care. 

“Would you stop being a pervert in front of my daughter?” 

“Sure. Oh and by the way, you’re very popular on Grindr. A lot of guys like to be really aggressive with a HOT bottom like me so have fun, CHAMP!” 

“I am not doing anything gay,” he told me, smirking. He turned to his daughter, who was now only a year older than him. “I am not doing anything gay.” 

“As long as you find out who framed you, I don’t care what you do! Now go upstairs and start planning!” 

“You know, actually, I think I’ll go for a drive, now that I’m free and uh...free to explore the world again.” 

“Okay, but don’t teleport to Marrakech. Last time you had bowel problems.” 

“Should I know about that?” I asked. 

“Stay away from yams, shellfish, melons, most fruit, pinto beans and shrimp. You’ll be shitting rivers for days.” 

I stared at him. 

“Well, bye!” he said, leaving the house in my body. 

“He’s going to get laid on Grindr,” I told the Hispanic bodybuilder who was now a geek. 

“I don’t want to know what that is and no I’m not!” Greg said in my 19 year old twink body. He sashayed a bit as he said it. I noticed he was walking like me and had started to sound much more like me. He was walking like a fag now, too. Meanwhile, with my new bulk, I found it impossible to walk “girly” but was really getting into the spirit of being a hulking bigger man. I moved around like I was a BOSS! I noticed this, and started checking myself out in a nearby mirror. Well...hello handsome! The door shut as Greg left. 

“So..am I living here now?” I turned back to her. 

“Well you can’t leave,” Clara said, exasperated. “Come on. Let me show you to your room.” 

She brought me upstairs. Apparently they have a nice guest bedroom. It’s actually better than my shitty apartment. 

“Oh and my father has all these dumbbells and the barbell in here,” she said, showing me the home gym. “I placed another spell on you compelling you to exercise and eat right every day.” 

“What? Oh man!” 

“Come on! You get to live your fantasy. You can’t say you didn’t want this. Both the body swap participants have to be willing. I know you wanted to experience this so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone?” 

“Am I really straight now? What if I watch women and get...excited.” 

“Then do what you normally do and jack off! God, why is it this is all men think about!” Clara said, storming off. 

She left me alone to look at my body. My beautiful big body! It felt amazing! Now that I was alone to appreciate it...I think I was in love with my new reflection! 

I jerked off finally. I went onto sites on Greg’s history. The images would never have made me cum before but they definitely had me cumming buckets and it was weird. WEIRD. Jerking off to girls is weird but I take great satisfaction in knowing that he is going to be getting fucked in my ass any second now. 

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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Grandpa's Curse

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Ryan looked longingly at the photo of himself from just a few weeks ago. He was only 20. He had everything going for him. He tried not to shed a tear. His arms. His chest. His perfect abs. And it was all gone. Everything was all gone. He had avoided all his friends. He had not gone to school. Every day was agony. And his grandfather was responsible for all of it.

Three weeks ago...

Grandpa Harold was a tough man to please. He was rich and powerful and he was worst of all, vengeful. As an almost billionaire, he ran about 20 different corporations under the umbrella of his own and he paid for what he wanted, including a hot young wife only a little older than Ryan. It was shocking to the family but Ryan was told to say nothing about it. And he didn't for a long time, even those Celeste gave him a longing look whenever he came to visit.

Grandpa met him one day with his own unhappy look. He took Ryan to a nice restaurant and told him that he was meeting with some incredibly powerful people. Ryan thought he meant businessmen but Grandpa Harold said no no, these are...people you can't look up on the internet. I have paid a fortune just to find them. I want to have a more youthful body and I think I can pay for it. Ryan immediately thought someone was trying to pull one over on his Grandpa but Grandpa dismissed him.

"There are powerful people in the world who only very rich people know about and they like to remain hidden. They have their reasons. They have used their talents for certain friends of mine. Let's just say I have reason to be happy about this but I'm also a little worried. I suppose it's just nerves, is all. Well, you know what. Cheers. I think it's going to be the best decision I ever made."

Grandpa was a little hesitant to give details and Ryan was incredibly skeptical. He spent that night in the mansion and Grandpa went out for a consultation. That was when it happened. Celeste came into his room and one thing led to another and he was fucking her like crazy on his large guest bed. She screamed with pleasure as he filled her up. Grandpa couldn't fill up a girl like this anymore, he thought cruelly. Shouldn't even try. I'm young and he thinks he can be young like me again? He'll be dead soon and this will all me mine. All this hot piece of ass if I want it, too. Fuck yeah! FUCK! He used Celeste four times in a row before she went crazy and fled. Said she had to make sure no one noticed she was in his room.

Ryan contacted me weeks later telling me the details of this story. And he told me about how after that he was awoken in the middle of the night by unknown assailants who shoved a needle in his arm, took him to a secret location and kept him there for days and he had been out of school for three weeks now.

He told me frantically he couldn't trust anyone. He said they did things to him. He was disfigured he said. Couldn't even go outside with a shirt off. He left me a drunken message where he started crying and was unintelligible. He invited me over to the mansion. He said maybe I could help him. He was talking through his tears about how Grandpa took his body away from him. It made no sense.

When I arrived I didn't know what to think. Maybe my friend was having a breakdown. Ryan met me in the far side of one of the outside gardens. One of the butlers led me there with a strange, apprehensive look on his face. I noticed it one of the maids as well. Something told me that not to many people had been to the house lately.

Ryan was wearing a heavy sweater which made no sense for the hot weather we were having. He was drinking, and he sullenly looked up at me.

"You know how I looked, right? I fucking looked like a real man."

"Dude, what are you talking about? You're like the most jacked guy I know. You're way hotter than I am. Or like half our team." We both were on the rowing team. I know, it's preppy and elitist and that's because hey, we're rich.

"You don't understand, man." he started sobbing. "My grandfather is so rich he found people that know magic. Like real magic. And he caught me with his wife. I don't know why I fucked her, man. I just did. I couldn't help myself. She was so hot."

"You fucked your stepmom. Or stepgrandma?? Gross!"

"Dude, she's 22 and smoking fucking hot!"

"Oh. Well that's still gross, just for different reasons. Yeah I forgot about your grandpa doing that. Good for him I guess but he didn't find out, right? Did that bitch tell him?" I was so mad for him, and mad AT him at the same time."

"No, man. One of the maid spied on her, and he paid her big time to do it. And he said he never expected it from me, he said she was supposed to keep an eye out for like the pool boy and shit. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck I woke up and I was in this place and they strapped me down and cut me and I bled all over and they had these weird knives and masks and shit...it was so fucking scary I thought I was gonna die. And they were chanting and shit and I got all dizzy and Grandpa was there and they put my blood in a cup and he fucking DRANK it! I couldn't fucking believe it and when I woke up I was like..this!" He started crying.

A shiver ran down my spine. "Like...what?"

"Like this, ok!" He took off the sweater and the undershirt and I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"This...this isn't possible," I muttered.

"Just look at me. LOOK AT ME I'M A FUCKING FREAK SHOW MAN! I have THIS." He held onto his flabby giant love handle and gut. I have fucking MAN BOOBS dude..I just...wanna fucking kill myself."

"No! No don't do that. Hey. Man, dry your tears, ok? I don't think you look that bad. I mean I never told you this but I actually think...I always thought you looked really hot."

"Thanks, man. I guess." He sniffed. He wasn't gay and I wanted to just hold him.

"Stand up. Please."

"You gotta talk to him for me, man. You gotta talk him into giving me my body back. He's got it. He looks fucking amazing with my body." Ryan sniffed with his hand to his nose. I walked over to him and put my hand on his gut.

"I don't know if this helps but, I think you're sexy. I think your face is sexy and I think your body is sexy, too." And then I cracked up.

"Fuck you." he muttered.

"I'm just kidding, dude. You look great. For a freak show, I mean when you join the circus the kids will love you, just keep your fucking shirt on!"

Ryan roared and tried to chase me. He did so for several seconds and then stopped. The all star runner heaving to and fro on the green. Panting like an old man. I started laughing.

"Fuck you I'm gonna get you!" He started running and had to stop. I laughed as I jogged before him.

"Come on, old man. Try and catch me! God, you are so out of shape now, dude! Hahahahahahhaha!"

You may think this is cruel but Ryan made plenty of jokes at my expense and I knew for a fact he kept me from being captain of the team because he outed me "by accident". He also made several passes at me at various times when he was drunk because he always wondered what it would be like to "get sucked off by another dude" and then he freaked out when I began to suck his cock. He couldn't handle the part of him that really was gay. Our friendship was not exactly what you would call even. He was always embarrassing me in front of my gay friends by making gay jokes. It was a little overboard. He was really trying not to be thought of as gay. I really got angry with him though, because he tried to come on to my last boyfriend just to prove he could attract any guy or girl he wanted to. Fucking jerk, That actually hurt me. It hurt me to see him leave with Steve only to pull the same bullshit with him. Oh I am just not ready to get sucked off by a dude. Yeah, you just want attention, Well now you got it, jackass!

I told him I'd be back in the dorms and if he got desperate enough, he could suck me off. Maybe then I'd consider going to talk to his grandfather on his own behalf. I did meet the old man on my way out and holy fuck. HOLY FUCK!

"It's Andrew, right? Ryan's friend!"

"Holy shit, it's true. You took his body. That's so fucking...awesome!"

"Yeah it is, isn't it? I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to go around blabbing about this. I know people and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"Dude, I am sort of enjoying this to be honest. I mean, this is some freaky ass shit, but..." I explained my situation to the old man and he laughed.

"Of course. So he just fucks everyone else over. No one can be happy but him."

"He wants me to talk you into helping him."

"I'm teaching him a lesson in humility Would that we could walk in the shoes of others. Well now I'm walking in his body and it feels pretty FUCKING great. I am in charge of who gets to come into this house, you know. I approved you to be let in. I have something to talk to you about. I think my grandson is bisexual. I have this body and I gotta tell you, I fucked my wife so hard her pussy nearly fell out but I am not really satisfied if you know what I mean. And your story makes sense. I think my grandson likes girls but he likes boys better. I mainly pictured boys when I was fucking my wife. And you know I'm so old I don't give a fuck what she wants. She signed a prenup. So uh, I guess what I'm saying is, would you like to come upstairs and fool around? I am almost a billionaire."

"FUCK YEAH!" I should have tried to play coy but who am I kidding. My friend's grandpa was HOT AS HELL! I was in heaven. He carried me upstairs. Said it gave him quite a thrill. I was in daddy heaven. I felt up the body I'd dreamed about for years!

We're still figuring out what to do with Ryan. I am on a first name basis with Harold and quite frankly, Celeste is out and I'm in. As Ryan's soon to be step-grandfather I would just like to point out that taking the semester off has been good for him. I am living in the lap of luxury and enjoying every minute of being fucked my Harold, who gets along with me so much better than that stupid bitch he married. And we have plans for Ryan. He's seeing a therapist paid off handsomely to never discuss this particular problem with anyone. He's a little less depressed. Still wearing heavy clothing outside in public if he ever goes out, which is rare. If he's very good, and I mean very very good, we'll give him another new young body,. In about five years...magic isn't cheap, you know.

Stealing Time

Woowee! I am feelin' fine, I tell you what. I haven't felt this good in years. I just went running earlier. I have a spring to my step! My hair looks and feels so great when I run my hands through it! My skin? Fantastic. Not to mention I can't stop getting hard! I jerked off like ten times yesterday!

Of course just a week ago I was hanging out with my buddies, old and fat. That's me on the far left, with the beard. Regular ol' Santa Claus. We were getting together and talking about everything. Mortgages, getting old, our kids not appreciating us and always asking for money.

My buddies here, from left to right are Ed, Lou, and Les. My name is Kenny. So Ed, the short one, he says, "So if you guys could be young again, but you had to take youth away from a younger man, would you do it?"

We all joked around that it would probably depend on the kid.

"What if it's a young man who is just a shithead?"

"Well...I suppose if he doesn't have any good qualities, it would probably be doing the world a favor," Lou said.

I agreed. So did Les. So Ed says "I got a way to swap bodies with anyone. Watch this."

He walks over to a tree and suddenly I'm looking at myself. Les and Lou start screaming. They were in each others bodies and I was in Ed's body. That was when we decided he wasn't totally full of shit. After an hour of freaking out he told us he would switch us back. And he did. All of a sudden I found myself looking down on him again.

After that, we made a plan to gather our assets into hard currency and make a swap with a younger man of our choice. We all spent quite a lot of time combing the community. I had to pick someone old enough to be independent but young enough to make the swap worth while. I also had to pick someone who was morally and ethically not going to make a lot of impact in the world. But it couldn't be someone with kids or attachments.

I finally decided on the body you now see me in, beautiful isn't he...er,...I mean aren't I fucking beautiful? Even my voice is gorgeous. I was the first one to be swapped. I had met Randy as part of a program to rehabilitate drug addicts. He had been a heroin addict and gone to jail for a while and now he was trying to get back on his feet. He had everything going for him but now he had fucked it all up. The more I talked with him the less I liked him. He was racist, homophobic, and had hit his former girlfriend. That was the reason he'd been sent to prison. I pretended to side with him on everything and he gradually told me everything. I had found my worthless but hot young man. After the first week of talking with him, I invited him to stay with me. Before this I had just volunteered to teach him how to talk on an interview and get his GED. But the first night he stayed in my nice, luxurious house I made the swap.

He woke up screaming in my big fat body. You should have seen him. And me, I was in heaven! My god this body was incredible. And I had a pretty nice dick as it turned out.

I told him if he ever wanted my body back he'd shut the fuck up. I had taken out my life savings and cashed it into gold and platinum and hid it. If he wanted my help in getting a new body he'd pretend to be me. He was retired so it wasn't like he had a job to go to, just keep up appearances with the family and neighbors. I would be the charming new young man he was "renting" a room to. You know, just so he would have some companionship after the divorce. Luckily my wife had her own money and didn't feel like taking any of mine. But it made it all the better to get away with. Soon I had made a bank account with the gold and platinum, telling the bank it had been the wish of my "godfather" that I have a nice start to life. I invested in stocks and went over portfolios with the very impressed men at the bank. They asked me if I had considered a career in finance and I told them I was thinking about being an entrepreneur. This body may not have education on paper but I have the know-how to make a lot of money.

The next step was getting everyone else a young man to swap lives with.

Imagine my surprise when two young men showed up at my door one night.

"Yo bro! What's up? Hey, is your name really Randy? I think it might be something else!"

"It's us, Kenny?"

I was floored. "Which ones are in there?"

"I'm Ed," said the taller one on the right."

"I'm Lou," said the rather cute one on the left."

"It's been one hell of a week!" Ed said. "Oh and our new names. I'm now Brennan. This here is Kyle."

"Pleased to meet you, fellas, You wanna beer?"

"Don't mind if we do!"

"So how did you decide on these fellas?"

"Well it's funny how this happened. These young pieces of shit tried to rob me!" Lou said. "I held them up at gunpoint and had my sons tie them up. We let them in on our little secret. Then I brought Ed over. I signed over the house to my sons and we took the time to cash in our assets to gold and such. We kept these shitheads tied up until we were all done."

"So where are they now?"

"Well mine, he's living in our new apartment," Ed explained  "I sold the house and belongings so we moved in to a new place with the money out of my new account. I made him my personal slave until I decide to give him a new body. I told him after five years of servicing us I'd give him a new bod. Fuck it's feeling good to be in these bodies! I really had forgotten how good it could feel to be alive!"

"Oh and just so you know, we swapped bodies with a couple of gay guys."

"Really..so, you guys are gay now?"

"Yeah after the first few nights we tried to jack off to Playboy but it wasn't working. We jumped each others bones and we've been having a lot of fun.."

"Without going into too much detail, we realize you might be a little old fashioned," Lou smiled.

"Yeah, right. I don't give a fuck what you guys do so long as you're happy. So when you say servicing..."

"Ed's guy is living with us as our personal fuckboy and bitch. Mine ran off and we have no idea where he is but my sons know who is really in his body. If they find him he won't be able to claim to be me and recover any of his money. We have no idea what happened to him but who fucking cares? More youth for me!"

"So I guess that leaves only Les..." I said.

After telling Les about our new choices, he was pretty jealous. Luckily, the best was saved for last.

Meet the new Les:

"Hello, boys!" Les said, driving his new car. "Jesus these guns are fucking huge! I never knew muscles like this could even exist! I feel like I could fuck for DAYS! I just bench pressed over 300 pounds at the damn gym, son!"

Les, now going by "Gavin" was now the son of a wealthy couple who I happened to know and I had considered him for myself. But I had no idea that things had gotten so bad. He had been to prison twice for vandalism. He was dealing drugs. He was definitely on steroids. He beat up his little brother a number of times. It was me that befriended his brother and got close enough to the couple to use the magic spell Ed had given us (I now knew it by heart and combined with drinking a magic potion I could do it at will). I switched the wife with the husband for a few minutes and they begged me to change them back, which I did. I then gave them my proposition. Les would switch places with their violent sociopath of a son.

The swap went over without much fuss. Well, if by not much fuss you actually mean an old man screaming give me my body back and trying to beat up Les, who was now a huge muscle man! It was almost funny.

I hear Gavin's little brother adores his new bigger brother. The new old man is going to live in the home where his body owned, but he has to pay rent and get a job. He's working as a garbage man now. He was told not to try to get a job with his many credentials. We gave him a new identity with new ID cards and now he has to haul garbage around for a living to make ends meet.

If any of you have a problem with me and my friends stealing time, just remember the old adage. Youth is wasted on the young!

Buying Back His Youth

My name is Stanley and my story is I got really wealthy from a young age but I never enjoyed my life. Being gay back then was so hard I could never come out to my family. I felt like I'd wasted my life. No younger gay men would even touch me unless I paid them.

I finally decided to retire. I moved to the tropics. I had enough money. I bought my own huge estate with a mansion, a yacht, and loved nothing more than strolling along the beach watching all the hot young men, especially at the weight station where they lifted publicly.

I fell in love with a young man who I befriended. His name is Erik and he is one of the most beautiful men I'd ever met.

 I approached him with the possibility of being with me, and told him I could take good care of him but Erik said he couldn't be with me that way. He just wanted to be friends. I admired him for his honesty but what he really wanted was a muscle stud. I got him to admit that much. He was a bottom! He needed a total top, someone more muscular than himself. I understood and I went ahead and went ahead on buying sprees for him, buying him clothes, jewelry, even a car. He got used to it even though he protested at first.


And then after a few months I heard through the grapevine there was a new technology that could actually graft the head of a man onto the body of another. Then the news broke out.

Since I am exceedingly wealthy I am not without contacts. I made a few calls and got a visit from military brass the next day. I had a long talk with them about what I wanted. The question of where the body would come from would be solved by finding a convict who was willing to part with his body in exchange for freedom. So they found several and I chose my favorite: Craig. Craig had a phenomenal body. He had only sold drugs a few times but got life in prison because his friends robbed someone and he didn't know it was going to happen. He'd only been in prison a few months but he was perfect. I had him contacted and he agreed. He was flown in within a few days to live with me at the mansion. When he arrived he got fed and showered and came out. I had bought him some new clothes, for reasons of my own.

"You must be Stanley. Hi. I'm Craig."

"Hi, Craig. It's wonderful to meet you!"

Craig and I walked along the estate and I absolutely marveled at his size, his beauty. He talked about how he had thought long and hard and he knew there was only one way out of prison. He had already been through a lot. He had a history of depression. He never thought his body was good enough! Soon he would have an old man body but he could live in luxury until he could find a way to pay for a new body.

I declined to comment that was unlikely but all I really cared about was getting his body for myself!

The surgery was scheduled. I saw him looking panicked before they put him under. He mumbled something about changing his mind and I smiled. Too late now, Craig! Your ass is gonna be mine!
Then I fell asleep and woke up on a gurney. After a few hours I realized I was looking down at a rather large sheet draped over all these lumps. Which I remembered HAD to be my body! I couldn't move and they put me under again. I woke up a week later. It takes that long to recover fully so they just kept us sedated.

I woke up completely healed. And groggy. By a couple of hours of being awake I realized there was a neck brace around me. Doctors came in with warm voices telling me the surgery had been a complete success.

"How's Craig?"

"He's up and about. He's having a hard time adjusting. Seems like he had some last minute thoughts going in but there's nothing that can be done about it now. Why don't we help you up, see if we can get you to move around..." They took out the IV.

I got up and stumbled at first. My body was walking around with so much mass! My legs felt superb. I reached for the doctor and realized I was taller than him than before!

I cried tears of joy as I took the robe off and realized how much of me was golden, muscled, tan, beautiful. I stumbled to the bathroom. My cock was huge and engorged. It had been asleep for a week and it nearly exploded as I started pumping it. I jizzed so much over the toilet I couldn't believe it! It was like a fucking milkshake! Cum GUSHED from me! I felt like a god! It had been so long since I'd cum very much and now it was just a TORRENT!

I wiped myself off and realized how much fun this was going to be...

The fact was I wanted to keep out of the press but it wouldn't be long before people caught on. I was fine with that. They could photograph me if they wanted to. I mean, just look how fucking awesome I look! I want as many guys as possible to jack off to this old man's perfect muscle bod!

I wore the clothes I bought for Craig. The jeans and underwear felt so good over my new huge cock.

I invited Erik over. He knew I'd been in for surgery and he brought flowers. He had no idea what he was about to see. When he walked out into the garden he dropped his flowers and stared.

"Oh my God."

"You like what you see, little man?"

I bounced my pecs as he watched, fascinated.

"H-How?"

"How do you think? I got some young buck to agree to give me this fabulous FUCK STUD body! And now I'm gonna make all your dreams come through!"

I grabbed him and picked him up with a gleeful grin.

"Now what was that about you needing a muscular top to fuck your tight little hole, son?"

"I-I-holy shit you're so hot!"

"Oh and just wait until you see my dick!" I put him down and unzipped for him right there. "How would you like me to bounce you up and down for a ride on Daddy's fuckstick!?"

"Oh my God!" Erik said, multiple times, not believing.

"Run your hands over my pecs, son. My arms. My ass. That's right!"

He did so with fervor. He was mine, I could tell. That day I fucked him on my private beach, as he groaned for more and more. I came so much in his asshole cum started leaking out of it.

"Geez, boy. You really are just a cum slut, aren't you! You've been waiting for this!"

Erik moved into my mansion with me the following day. We didn't waste time becoming lovers and he loved nothing more than for us to go around downtown shirtless together as we went shopping or went to the movies or the beach. He quit his job at the hotel he worked and I made him my husband within a month. He would be kept like a good young stud and I would be his true Daddy. Now that I had this body I was gonna live a lot longer, so he better get used to it!

As for Craig, he opted to move into a little cottage where he mainly kept to himself. Not that many women were interested in a young man with the body of a 75 year old man and I see he regrets his decision. I wish I could feel for him but goddamit I deserve this body! It's mine and I earned it! And every day I enjoy it as I lift weights for the man of my dreams!