Easy Come, Easy Go : Of Dads and Bros

I had just spent ten mnutes in agony before I could get myself off the floor. My dad and I had been fighting and then he said something funny and before I knew it, my body was crying out in the most pain ever. Wisps of smoke floated out of me and into him. My body became weaker and weaker. All I could do was lie down on the floor and try not to move, just breathe slowly. It was like I was running out of oxygen. My eyes watered. My nose bled slightly. I trembled as I saw my dad had absorbed literally every ounce of muscle from my 21 year old body. I had worked my ass off for four years straight in the gym. And now, somehow, horribly, it was his.

"Yeah, how do you like that, you fatass. Ha! My son is a fatass! How does it feel to be called fat, you stupid cunt?"

I felt my stomach in horror. No. NO! Rolls of fat! I started crying. "How? No!"

"God damn it feels good to have so much muscle! I got real sick of your attitude around here, Ben. So I decided that when you pay me back all the money you owe me, which is equivalent to what I spent on this spell, plus interest, you can buy back your muscle. Or you can just work it off. Should only take you a year or two. Hahahaha! You know what? Let's wrestle for it and if you win I'll just give it back! How does that sound!"

Before I could defend myself my MUCH stronger dad pushed me down and started to pin my arms to the floor.

"What a little sissy. Fat sissy can't even take your old man. Go ahead. Try to get up you lazy faggot!"

"Why are you doing this!" I screamed. "Get off me! Get off of me, asshole!" He just laughed as I lashed underneath him. His grip was so powerful and I couldn't defeat him. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Well get up, fatty. Go look at yourself in the mirror."

I felt like I was in a nightmare.

I walked over to the mirror in the living room with Dad hovering over me all the way.

I picked up the remote control and so did my reflection. I put my hand over my stomach.

A month passed...

Things changed after that. I couldn't seem to lose weight. I only gained it. Every day was torture. It had never been this hard for me to exercise before! All those times I made fun of Dad he was now getting vengeance on me times a hundred. And to make things worse he rubbed it in my face every day. Called me fat and worthless. Dad started to sleep with all these women, bringing them over and banging them in his bedroom, just across from mine so I could hear every scream of pleasure that I wasn't any longer experiencing. Women were no longer turned on by me.  I had become sadder and more depressed. I stopped going to the gym and stayed at home more. I cried myself to sleep often. Dad got all tatted up, saying the ink drove the women nuts over him. I had begun to feel more and more inferior to him the more he pressed it in to me. It was psychological torture. He made me feel like shit because I couldn't lose weight. He flexed his big guns around the house all the time, showing off the lines of the tattoos. And then he admitted to me, one morning after one of his beautiful blonde conquests had left that he had control over my body and the more I worked out over the period of a month, the more muscular HE got! He flexed his enormous guns for me so I could see just how big he'd gotten!

"And I have yet another surprise for you. Hold on to your seats, junior!"

Blurring awful pain. The room spun. I sort of could make out dad's jubilant cries of joy, in and out of earshot.

When I came to, Dad was gone. But I...I had changed again.

There was a note taped to the bathroom mirror. It read:

"Took another fifteen years or so as well. I feel great! Thanks, son. I am having just about the best month ever. If you want to haul your fat ass out of the house and do something useful, catch me down at Gray's Gym."

I didn't want to...but I had to. I had to see how much he'd changed.

I got pretty winded just finding clothes that fit me and getting to my car and driving over there. A couple of teenagers sped past me and I realized that I was now no longer young. I looked at my sad reflection in the gym window and then I walked in and saw...

 

My incredibly buff, twentysomething dad, working with more weight than I could ever lift now. And the manly sweat pouring down his front. It did something to me. 

It made me desire him. Horribly desire him. I felt my pecker rise up and I wondered ashamedly why I was suddenly so turned on. His spotter helped him to his feet.

"Hey big bro!" He hugged me and whispered: "We're bros now. I'm 30 and you're 35 Big Guy." He shot the shit with his new friend, who seemed pretty infatuated with Dad. 

He led me outside and told me to follow him to the park. We needed to have a talk, he said. I sat on a bench with him under a shaded tree and there was no one around. 

"You like what you see, don't ya? I know I do!" Dad kissed one of his biceps. "Course it sure cost me but I figured I'd long stopped caring about teaching you a lesson. No, boy, this is permanent. I LIKE the feeling of bein' younger. And quite frankly, you know, you were always a horrible son? I mean, it was always me me me. You were whiny and your mother gave you everything and spoiled you. Well now she's gone, bless her soul and we're here and I had to sacrifice something for this last spell. Do you want to know what it was? It was our heterosexuality. Yeah, doing this to us made us both gay and that is the price of it and you know I don't mind a bit. Gay guys have a great appreciation for the male form. I think a good man will appreciate these muscles more than any woman ever could. Now I bet you're wondering what you can do in order to get young again. Well, I will tell you what I am going to do. I am going to get you a job somehow, and I am going to set you up so you can earn it back! The witch who did this is very agreeable to it and she will of course do it with interest payments but...eventually you will be able to slim down, maybe get as low as your early twenties. Oh and I will expect you to pull your weight around the house, won't be a problem for you, huh Big Guy?"

I didn't even plead with him. I just shook my head and said I'd do whatever he said. 

"I know you will son. Because you're my bitch now. Say it."

I looked up at him, standing in the sunlight, sweat pouring down his perfect masculine frame. 

"I...you're in charge, Dad."

"And I own you."

"You own me. I'm...your bitch."

"Good. Now come home. I have a few more lessons to teach you about respecting an alpha male in his own home. Let's get your fat ass in gear. I think I'm going to enjoy every minute of this..."

That night we got home and it was like I didn't have the ability to say no to Dad. He turned me on so much I actually WANTED to please him! He uses me in every way possible now. I suck his big, huge dick and worship his muscle pits, his feet, his delicious biceps, and he kisses me when he's in the mood. Of course that doesn't stop him from ordering me around to clean the house and he brings over male conquests now, boy toys that he screws at all hours while I am trying to sleep. None of the boys in town ever want to sleep with me. I'm fat and on top of that, I'm just not that interesting. As more time goes by I realize how deeply I depended on my looks for sex.

One day though, I'll be beautiful and young again. I just have to do everything Dad says. Suck his cock. Get him his beer. Sometimes he brings over guys to humiliate me and cum on my face and gets me to serve them as well, like you would order a butler around. I must call them "sir" even if they're 19 years old.

The witch came over recently for the first time. She seems like a real witch. All she cares about is the money. I have a job now as a security guard so I'm saving up good money for her. I signed the papers today.

"Ah, another chump bites the financial dust," she said as she left. Once I make the final payment, it was decided (by Dad) only then would I have my youth returned. 

The payment plan will only last for three years. That's not a lot of time, I suppose, in the long run.

"Don't worry, son. Easy come, easy go. That's what our witch friend is always saying." And then he skipped out to go for a light run. I love the way he looks when he runs...so graceful. So beautiful. So hot.

Easy come, easy go is right.

When Phillip Met Vinnie

 

"Yo Vinnie, what's up?"

"You y'know, just chillin out, yo."

 "Yo I heard yo momma tried to make you get a job, fool."

"Yo my momma threw me out, yo."

"What?"

"Caught me doin pot and havin sex in my bedroom. I wasn't doin nothin. She just mad cause she ain't gettin none. I gots it goin ON and I only 16."

"Yo man sorry. Where you at? Who you crashin' with?"
"I stayed wit my uncle but I gotta find a new place soon. I need a sugar daddy. My uncle says I got one week."

"Yo," said Kevin. "You should go to the park around the corner at like midnight. That's when rich dudes come round lookin for dick. Be real nice to one, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Vinnie listened to Kevin. Vinnie didn't even have any clothes except for one pair or jeans and one Tshirt. He had grown up very poor and very disadvantaged, being both young and gay, and from the ghetto. Vinnie got to the park with Kevin and was hanging out there when he first saw Phil. 

 

"Yes, I need that done ASAP." Phil told his assistant, who ran behind him. "And make sure the quarterly reports meeting is scheduled before my vacation to St. Barts. And make sure Anderson has all the dirt on the Baskin case before Friday."

"Yes, Mr. Lundgren. I'll make sure it's all taken care of, sir."

"Good, now go ahead and bring my car around. I'll wait at the park."

Phil strolled along the park, a dozen things going through his mind about all his cases at work. As a hot shot partner at his law firm he was on top of the world. A young kid approached him, probably about to beg for money.

"I don't have anything."

"No, man. I just wondered yo, if y'know, you want some company tonight, s'all."

 Phil Lundgren sighed. "I don't know why you're approaching me."

"Cause I seen you here before." Phil sighed. This young punk could barely speak properly.

"Look son, I got a lot on my plate right now. Not that you could understand that, not having a job."

"Oh yeah right, I can't understand. Sorry mister suit and tie."

"See, this is the problem with your generation. You all think you're entitled to everything."

"Maybe if I had somethin' and you had nothin' you wouldn't act so much more high and mighty know what I'm sayin'? You ain't got everything cause you work hard. You got it handed to you. I got nothin'. If you want to get naked though, maybe you can spread the love."

"Sorry, I don't sleep with gutter rats."

"Oh real nice. Fuck you."

"No thanks. Not today."

Phil's assistant came around with the car. Phil got in without giving the young punk a second glance. Everyone wanted something from him. He couldn't help the world. He closed his eyes at the same time as Vinnie, and when both of them opened their eyes...

Vinnie was in a car all of a sudden. "Yo where the hell am I? How'd I get here?" He said in a different voice. "Pull over, man Whatchyou doin?" The assistant looked behind him, perplexed.

"Do you want me to pull over, Mr. Lundgren?"'

"Mr. Who? Yeah, pull over." Vinnie got out and noticed he was in a suit or tie and he rushed over to the side mirror on the car and gasped...staring at him was the reflection of a middle aged rich white man with dirty blond hair and killer suit.

At the same time, Vinnie opened his eyes after blinking and found himself on the stops, shirtless.

"What on Earth am I doing here? Hey, my car! Where are you going? Baxter, come back here! Why are you leaving without me?" Phil suddenly looked at his gangly arms, his abs shining shirtless in the sun. His voice! "Testing. Testing. No. No, this is impossible."

"Yo pops ain't this a trip yo?" He saw himself standing beside him, wearing his suit!

"How did you do this you little punk? Did you slip me some hallucinogenics?"

"Yo not trippin yo! This is fuckin' awesome, yo! I'm you and you me."

He can't even speak properly and now he's me. Phil was filled with ultimate horror. He felt his heart, his new young heart, sink into his chest.

"How did you do this?"

"Yo I ain't done nothin'. But you comin' with me cause you gonna be suckin my rich dick tonight!"

"What? Don't be disgusting."

"Well you ain't got no home no more. You are homeless, bro. So you gonna come home with me. Yo I bet your house is fuckin' huge! And it's my house now! Check these threads! These threads be fuckin' dope!" Vinnie laughed inside his new body. He couldn't believe his good luck. "Yo man someone up there must really like me, know what I'm sayin?"

"I will of course go to my house and figure this whole mess out but I am not going to suck your dick."

"Yo I have got to say, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck myself, you know? And your nice little abs are making me hard as a rock. Let's go home."

Despite Phil's many protests, Vinnie didn't listen to him. After he began talking in the car, he whispered that the driver would suspect something was up. So Vinnie actually listened to him and tried to impersonate Phil. "Yes, my good man. Take us home."

Vinnie gaped when he saw his new home, behind a gated community. It was a nice house. He took HIS key and opened the door and went inside and took in everything that was now HIS. "Yo you got your own cigar shop in here!" He took a cigar out of the humidor. "This is fuckin' awesome. I could never afford this shit in a million years. Now I'm you so I guess I can."

"Listen, I don't know how this happened or why but you are now in my body and I am a partner in a law firm. You need to behave in a certain way." Phil gulped.

"I ain't need to do shit. You are in MY house, son." Vinnie lit up his first cigar. He had had cigarettes and weed before but not an actual cigar. "Shit, that's nice!"

"You need me because you'll need to know how to do my job! This is a nightmare. If anyone sees you act like you, they'll find a way to oust you from the firm or maybe even put you in a loony bin. I have enemies. Oh god I don't even know your name. What's your name? Or rather, my new name?"

"Vinnie. Vinnie Carter. Shit this is nice. I gonna get used to this."

"We'll have to start with language. You can not talk like that in front of clients."

"What you mean talk like you? Yeah I can do that."

"Can you?"

Vinnie looked at himself in his new expensive suit in one of the living room's large mirrors and smiled cheekily. "I'm sorry to be so up front young man, but I hesitate to use force with you. My clients are very important and must be respected at all times. But if you are going to make an excellent impression, you need to learn the art of conversation. Now be good, or I'll have Jeeves fetch the police, post haste!"

"So you do know how to talk like a normal person."

"Yo you can't be talkin that way on the street in my neighborhood, son. Shit, you could be my son. How fuckin' old are you? Am I?" Vinnie looked at himself smoking the cigar and got hard. This new body he was in was definitely in shape.

"Well I would appreciate it if you were to try to act civilly from now. Try to act well..."

"Like a rich white snob?"

"To put it in crude terms, yes."

"Dat's no problem. Now where is my bedroom?" Vinnie was really beginning to enjoy his new voice. He could sound just like this rich fool if he wanted to.

Phil led him there in dread. When they got in Vinnie locked the door and turned to his now diminutive body swap partner. Phil gulped as he watched a much taller man undress. He had only jeans on but Phil yanked them off and started to caress his ass while in his underwear and dry humped the now incredibly horny 16 year old body Phil found himself in. "That's right. Come to daddy."

Phil could barely describe how he felt. His former body was now turning him on majorly. Vinnie was now tall and ruggedly handsome and older and it felt oddly comforting. He started to lift Phil in his arms and carried him over to the enormous bed. "I got big strong daddy muscles now. Shit, check this out, son." He flexed for Phil and Phil felt like he could burst. Vinnie looked at him with predatory joy.  Before he knew what was happening he was naked with Vinnie, straddling on top of him and kissing each other deeply, passionately. Vinnie led all this, being stronger and bigger now. He took the lead nicely, guiding Phil to suck his now massively endowed cock for a while. Phil felt Vinnie forcing him gently around and positioned his ass for a good fucking.

"KY jelly is in the dresser," Phil pointed, now just the submissive bottom which he had never been in his life.

Vinnie just grunted for over an hour, fitting his cock inside Phil and pummeling him until the now teenaged boy screamed for mercy. They fell into each other's arms exhausted and ecstatic.

"I never knew being a teenager could feel so good. God the hormones I'm feeling..."

"Yeah, I like bein' in this body. Bein' in control." Their eyes met.

"You're going to have to learn to be me."

"I can do that," Vinnie said, feeling up his ass.

"It takes years of training to do what I do. And I'll have to go back to high school."

"We'll say you're a friend of the family." Vinnie said. "I'm Phil now, according to my ID. Phillip Lundgren." Phil, the new Phil, got on HIS new shirt and tie.

"I'll have to get some new clothes." the young man said, getting a Tshirt on that was too large for him from the cabinet.

"We'll figure it out," Vinnie hugged him and Phil felt...oddly comforted. Taken care of.

Teaching Vinnie how to act and behave would take time. He had a lot to learn and it was impossible to teach him everything. What were they going to do if Vinnie fucked up at Phil's job? There was no way he could go back to school and make something of himself in this new body and do his old job at the same time.

"I sort of know someone that does voodoo." Vinnie said suddenly. "She's a bruja. She does all this black magic shit. I helped her out once. I think...she mighta done this."

They had Baxter drive them to the hood, and he was perplexed as to why his boss suddenly had taken such an interest in some random street kid. But he knew better than to ask questions.

They found the bruja in her apartment. Vinnie knocked in his new body and found himself feeling more confident at being taller and older. He guessed it just came with the territory and he smiled to himself. The bruja answered the door.

Her name was Isabella and she calmly said.

"So you found a new body, my little friend."

They sat down on her couch. What followed was a long conversation. She told them she always had a soft spot for Vinnie. That she wanted him to have a better life. That he had protected her from thugs with his wits many times and for that she was grateful. She thanked him by making him more powerful and the spell was that the first man he wished he could be, who was truly powerful, instead of himself, he would become that man. And the swap was permanent. They couldn't go back. Phil dropped his head and Vinnie smiled in his big body and nice shirt.

"But," Phil said in his now teen voice. "He doesn't know how to act in my body. He doesn't know how to do my job. If he's going to...be my guardian...how is that going to go down?"

"I'll see what I can do." The incantations, candles, spells, potions, etc took all night but finally Isabella filled the room with incense smoke. They became dizzy and collapsed as she chanted.

"Hey. Hey, wake up sport."

"Huh?"

"You had a good night's rest, champ."

"Vinnie?"

"Better call me Phil, now. Come on. Let me help you up."

"I feel funny."

"I feel great. Great enough to take on all of my cases. I have a subpoena to take care of today as well."

"You sound different."

"I know how to do everything. All of it. All the legal talk. All the laws! It's all up here now! And I'm talking like you, too."

"Well, what about me? I still remember everything."

"Yeah, we both do. We can both have our own experiences but now I'll be equipped to handle whatever adversity comes our way. I promise I'll take care of you, little buddy. I'll send you to college and if you want to be a big lawyer like me, I'll hire you out of school. Now, we really have to get going. I need some shut eye and its 2 AM already.. I have a big day ahead of me."

"How's my sexy boy?" Phil asked, sauntering in one day.

"I'm just back from a workout. What do you think, Daddy?" Phil felt up his "son". Fondled his big muscles and kissed his new beard. 

The new Vinnie couldn't believe how much he enjoyed just being taken care of by his new sugar daddy. As time went by they fell in love and the new Vinnie developed quite a huge body in college. The two men found they had a lot more in common now that Phil had taken over the law practice and all Vinnie had to worry about was getting laid and grades. Cash flow would never be a problem again and the new Phil enjoyed being a big older man while the new Vinnie really enjoyed his time being a teenager again, hanging out with teenager friends, having sex with various boys he brought home, with Phil's permission. Sometimes they would have threesomes. Life was good and full of sexy fun. Neither one of them regretted the swap after just a few weeks of initially changing lives. And it continued that way for a long time.