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!

Immortality Comes With a Price

"118...119...120..AHH!"

Harold dropped and felt the enormity and girth of his new body. He felt like a new man, because he was. Soon his beautiful new girlfriend was at his side.

"So how does it feel to do that many reps?" She took his bulky, sweaty arm in her hands and led him away down towards the beach.

"Incredible! You are a godsend!"

"Oh now, I'm nothing of the sort. You gave up your entire life and that's not a trivial thing."

"I don't deserve you. You're a goddess. Just look at these muscles! I feel like I could take on the world! I feel amazing! I've never felt like this! And I have only you to thank."

Harold had been a sixty five year old on the cusp of retiring from his job in a warehouse, well, edged out by younger competition, even though it was a desk job. The new economy meant he had a lot less than he would have years back. And then he met Priscilla.

She had been interested in his schooling, in his interests, in his old sports days, in his many adventures in the military. Mostly, it was nice just to talk to someone again. His first and only wife had left him in his 30s and he had never remarried. Never had kids. But he had been taken advantage of plenty. He had had bad luck, and been swindled. A menial, ordinary life that had descended into the nightmare of being old and poor.

But Priscilla had told him, upon a first, and unbelievable night of lovemaking that she was a lot...older than she appeared. She had a way of switching the minds of people. She had inhabited several bodies in her lifetime, and she was...well she had stopped counting after 2500 years. The way she did it was a secret for now, but all she wanted was Harold's companionship. His...permanent companionship. Her partner of a thousand years had died falling off a cliff and it was not possible to do a switch if you were dead. She had mourned her lover for decades before finding a new soulmate.

As for the victims, they were always the perfect match. Priscilla researched tirelessly to find a completely immoral man with whom to switch Harold's ailing old frame. The man, whose name was Grant (and now that is my name Harold had to keep telling himself) was a former Wall Street banker turned retiree bodybuilder. His actions, though legal, resulted in the loss of jobs of thousands and the loss of life savings of tens of thousands. This man had no remorse, no guilt, and no right to continue screwing over the innocent.

It didn't take long to convince Harold, though he had had some inevitable ethical concerns and tortured himself about it until Priscilla arranged a meeting between the two. She had made a date with Grant and Harold posed as a man collecting trash. Grant made fun of him in a way that was both disgusting and unnecessary. After Grant made many more remarks about the homeless and how lowly they were, and how the rich deserved everything they got, Priscilla had agreed with him, saying "You have no idea."

She took him to a fancy hotel suite and knocked him out with a special lipstick. It was just like a spy movie. Grant went to sleep and so did Harold and when they woke up they got a massive freak out, with the new 65 year old screaming at the top of his lungs. Priscilla took over while Harold watched mildly as she threatened the hell out of him and told him to go to his new home.

The new Harold was horrified and wound up, well, trying to enjoy his retirement on such a limited budget. I'm Grant now, Harold thought as everyone stared at him, at his beauty. All those eyes on him, all of the time...

He swept his new love into his massive arms and carried her down into the waves, laughing as he played with her, intoxicated by his new godlike body.

It was a whole new life. He just hoped that the endless sex he'd been having would be enough to satiate him. After all, just one slip up and he could wind up in an elderly body again! He flexed for his new girl and she fawned over him, and he marveled for weeks at the new limits he could force this body to go to. He never had to work again and he had the body of a young, muscular buck. What more could he ask for? He thought, watching the many, many eyes of beautiful women lusting after his frame as he ran on one of his daily jogs.