Dad Bod Fetish

Dad Bod Fetish

My boyfriend always had a bit of a fetish for those dad bods. You could tell by scrolling through his Insta feed and see what types of profile he followed. We were both young, so it was never more than just a fantasy, but still it was on his mind. Besides, he loved the sight of my ripped abs, so I wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever.

When We went for the weekend to Hotel Fantasia though, things took a bit of a change. On the first day, he treated me to a spa appointment. I was kinda bummed that the gym access was not included in our package, but he promised to make it up to me with a special massage package that would loosen up my muscles - after all, your body needs a break even now and then. I was apprehensive, because a sports massage is not the most relaxing experience, but somehow, after 10 minutes of the aromatherapy, subtle music and gentle massaging of my back while face-down on the massage table, I must have drifted off. 

“It’s time to wake up now, sir” I heard. Wow, I was totally out of it. I felt like I slept for hours! Rolling over, my whole body did feel much less tense and supple, but quickly I saw why - my abs were gone and I was hairy! “Enjoy your look, sir. I’ll let you get dressed in private. Clothes are in that closet over there.” I was speechless. This was all planned? I stood up from the massage table and went to check out my reflection. I was certainly much taller than before. And bulkier. And older! I looked at least 10 years older than before. So much was different, I couldn’t get my head around it. Previously, I could barely grow fuzz on my face, and now I had a full blown beard and a hairy chest!. I put my hands around my belly and I could wobble the layer of fat around my waist. I wasn’t huge, but this wasn’t the 8% body fat I was used to. And the elephant in the room, in more ways than one, was my cock! My new trunk hung long and low. I guess this wasn’t all bad. I need to go and find my boyfriend and ask him what the hell he was thinking. 

I went to get dressed, but quickly realized my clothes didn’t fit me. My old boxers got stuck around my thighs and no way they could comfortably stretch around my new waist.  Remembering the closet in the corner, I went to check it out. The clothes were not inspiring, and made me look old. Some baggy checkered boxer shorts, unfitted jeans, and a nondescript t-shirt. A world away from my usually fitted, sporty attire that allowed me to show off my young physique. These new clothes put comfort above style and hid my full figure more. Although, there was a slight outline of my belly pressing against the t-shirt. I looked kinda old in this stuff, but, it’ll do. 

I found my boyfriend Chad waiting outside. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked him. He face lit up when he saw me, and he started examining my body. He looked me up and down and ran his hand over my chest.

“Hellooooo, Daddy!” He replied lustfully. My cock twitched at his response. I was slightly annoyed at him ignoring the question, but seeing his face, and how turned on he was, was disarming. I suppose I could go along with this for a bit. He explained how this weekend could be some time off from my workout schedule and I could just let go for a while. It was tempting. And I was starving. We went to the restaurant and a beer and some chicken wings appeared almost immediately. I wasn’t a big drinker, but I politely accepted. Man, it tasted so good. It tasted different somehow - maybe my new taste buds. But I just wanted more. And the wings! Again, on my normal macro-based diet, I would never have dreamed of something so fatty, but they’re delicious! And I swear I could eat about twice as much as before. Meanwhile, Chad just watched me devour the food and beer while he sat there sipping a vodka soda. 

Things then escalated quickly. I don’t quite know what happened, but within the space of a few short minutes, we went from the bar, to being naked in our hotel room fucking. I have never seen him so turned on before, and being in this larger, stronger body made it much easier to manhandle him. My cock penetrated him deeper than before and him calling me daddy just made me harder and harder. He told me I was 12 years older than him now, and I came right inside my boy. Afterwards, we cuddled. He said I was much comfier to rest his head on. When I was all muscle, it wasn’t so comfy, but now I was well padded. He also said it was hard now to cuddle with me - now I weighed down the mattress more, he couldn’t help but roll over onto me. He stroked my belly and suggested we ordered some room service. Beer and pizza. Anything would think he’s trying to fatten me up.

The next day, we went to the pool and he took some photos. I sucked my gut in a bit, but he noticed and laughed at me. Maybe I will book him a spa treatment for this afternoon too...

Like Father Like Son

“Stop pressurizing me!” I erupted at my father. We are like chalk and cheese. He was a wild child growing up and never really grew up properly. And somehow I ended up being the super sensible one. He signed me up for various sports when I was younger and I did it to please him, but I didn’t really like it. I was really mature for my age and frequently told him how he needed to sort his own life out and not to live his former dreams vicariously through me.

”Eurgh, you sound just like your grandfather. I don’t need the both of you on my back.” He’d tell me. “Just live a little, that’s all I ask. You’ll regret it when you’re older. Man, I wish I had a second chance.” He idly wished. I grunted something about ‘wish granted’ before storming off.

Someone must have been listening, because the next day. I was shocked to find myself in my father’s room, and in his body! I ran to my old room only to see… “DAD?!”

“I don’t know what happened, but I kinda don’t mind! I can do all the stuff I wanted to and you can’t stop me!” He bragged. He seems too pleased for this to be a coincidence, but who knows. “Anyway, it’s Saturday, so I have practice!” He grabbed my football gear and walked out. I saw him taking his sports car. I never liked that thing, but seems he loved it.

That left me with the day to myself. I put on one of my dad’s suits. He rarely wore one because he felt trapped by them, but I think I looked pretty good. I headed out into town and I just loved the feeling of respect I got walking around. I felt a sense of place and belonging that I never had before. Strangers sparked up interesting conversations with me in the bookstore and I felt a sense of peace I never had before. 

Later on, I drove home, got changed, made myself a nice coffee and settled in to read my new book. A text pinged up on my phone from “Nathan” asking me what I was doing. And “I loved my training so much today. And the guys said my form was awesome. I’ve still got it!”

I replied with encouragement and told him I was just at home reading and also sent a pic back.

After a few days, we noticed that we both seemed much happier with our new routines and that we hadn’t argued once. Nervously, I told him that I actually quite liked this arrangement.... I had no reason to be nervous though, because he did too. He felt guilty for taking my life, but to be honest, I am glad of it. There was so much pressure to excel, and I just like being a stable and mature guy - for my body to match my mindset. “So I guess that makes you my son then?” I asked.

“Sure does, Dad!” He replied eagerly. 

*

After a while, it just kept normal to have a son. Sure he was unruly sometimes and leave his mess everywhere, but he was a good kid really and I am really proud of him. When he came home with blond hair I was less than impressed, but he told me to let him live, so I let it go. I am trying to be a modern father for him, and he seems to appreciate it. Before he’d argue with me if I gave him feedback, but now he really listens to my guidance and follows it… sometimes. It’s funny, because he really does seem to have regressed. I mean, he always seemed like he hadn’t grow up, but now his body matches his mental age, it all kinda clicked.

I really was grateful that my body was so well trained. I feel like I owe it to my son to stay moving and keep healthy so I can be around for him as long as possible. And let’s just say, dating has been going pretty nicely too. Sometimes people compliment me on my small tattoos, but I dismiss them and tell them I regret them and got them when I was young and foolish. A different person if you will.

Now I am a DILF in the prime of my life with an amazing son. I think he’s gonna freak when I gift him my sports car for his birthday, but I know he’ll love it.

Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side?

This is harder than I expected. I guess you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone. I always wanted to be a jock type. More than anything. I gave up my comfortable life to live like a real man. Now though, I’m working 12 hour shifts for nearly minimum wage. Money is tight and there’s not much time for working out. Some days I really have to force myself because I’m so tired from work. 

But it’s not all bad. Last weekend I met up with my old body. I ordered the cheapest beer on the menu and he ordered some over-the-top cocktail. He seems to be fitting right into his new highlife. I can’t believe how tiny I used to be. I could see him looking up at me in awe though. As he looked at me, his eyes kept flicking from shoulder to shoulder. I guess I am pretty broad now. Was a nice feeling for someone to appreciate my physique. It was a brand new feeling for me. I did a little pec bounce to entertain him too. 

We exchanged tips about each other’s lives. You see, while I was jealous of manly men, he was jealous of rich kids with an easy life. I explained to him how to manipulate his family to get more money out of them, where to shop, how to flaunt his entitlement and belittle people. He wanted to become the spoiled rich brat in every way. He explained to me how to act more alpha, more aggressive. He complimented me on not having showered after the gym, manspreading at the table and talking in a low rumble but short sentences and simple words. “Yeah, I’m not some entitled pussy like you. I could fuck you up really bad you know” I snarled at him and flexed a bicep.

“Ha, you dare touch a hair on my head and my Dad’s lawyers will fuck you up so much worse, big boy.” He retorted. We both smiled, content in our own ways.

The Man Behind the Mask

This pandemic was hard on Frank: he lost his career, moved back in with his family and had to take a job as a grocery delivery clerk just to pay the bills and stay afloat. With his new cramped quarters, he had to give up most of his possessions, including his clothes--only room for a few outfits that he wore to his delivery job. The uncertainty was getting to him and the jealousy towards the affluent customers he served grew harder and harder every day. In particular, his customer, Dale, had it all: He was a successful entrepreneur who was able to work at home with ease (He actually became even more successful during the lock-downs). He seemed extremely handsome (behind his mask anyway), had an amazing flat, and dressed like a fashion model.  Frank delivered groceries and other packages to Dale almost daily and became increasingly envious of him. He desperately looked forward to seeing Dale though, learning more and more about him--he wished he could somehow take Dale’s place. But that was just a fantasy...

Today, when Frank made his delivery to Dale it was at the end of his shift. He was invited, as usual, to come inside the luxurious residence. Frank was always impressed at the surroundings before him and the expensive wardrobe of his customer. “Put the bag on the counter please...what was your name again,” the handsome Dale asked.

“It’s Frank. Sir,” he responded politely. He then carefully entered the kitchen area and put down the bag of food.

“It’s funny Frank, you and I have been meeting like this for months and I have no idea what you look like behind that mask,” Dale chuckled.

“Same to you Sir, I have no idea what you look like either.” Frank responded.

“Actually, nobody around here knows what I look like--except my barber. I moved into this building a year ago--a month after the pandemic started. Dale said.

Frank was surprised at this and said, “Except you always look nice in your signature wardrobe, and your hair is always perfect, how do you do it with the barbers closed up?”

“Thanks, i have a private barber.” Dale handed Frank a card. “Here, you should give him a try, maybe clean up that mop you have, clean up that scruff. Tell him Dale sent you.”

“Thanks, I will.” Frank said with enthusiasm.

The two spoke for a about twenty more minutes, with Frank learning much about his new friend: what he did for a living as an investor, that he had no friends in town since he moved here from overseas, and that he had no family.

“I’m a loner, I’m afraid!” sighed Dale. “I was hoping to start up new friends when I moved back from Europe, but the pandemic had other plans.”

“Hopefully soon you can get your life going again after this ends.” responded Frank. “At least you have me as a new friend.” Frank winked at Dale.

“That I do Frank. Well, I best be getting back to work now. Hope to see you soon.”

Frank left with a smirk behind his cloth mask. He thought to himself, “Nobody knows what he looks like?” He fiddled with Dale’s barbershop business card as he walked out of the luxurious penthouse apartment.

Over the next week, Frank day-dreamed how he could replace Dale and take over his life. He methodically learned more and more each visit. He was determined to make this happen as soon as possible--who knew how long masks would be required? After replacing the wealthy bachelor, he could remove his mask and nobody would know of the replacement...What a fantasy!

As usual, Frank brought his final delivery for the day to Dale’s residence. When he arrived, he noticed that Dale was packing things up for a trip. “Going somewhere?” Frank asked with concern. “Yeah, I’m flying back to Europe for a week to close out some transactions, but I’ll be back late Friday. Hey--this trip was sudden and i still have daily deliveries coming to me. Would you mind doing me a favor and bringing them into my apartment while I’m gone?” asked Dale as he put on his Armani overcoat.

“Sure, but what do I do with your deliveries?” asked Frank. “Simple, I’ll give you the security code and key to my place, you can just drop it off inside while I’m away. I feel i can trust you after getting to know you so well these past few months. As you know...you are my only friend here in town. In the entire country!”

“Okay, thanks, I appreciate that.” Frank replied, his mind racing with this news. Frank put down the deliveries and Dale showed him how to get access to his penthouse...his private domain. “Okay, my driver is here, need to get to the airport.” explained Dale as they both left the luxurious residence.

Frank quickly left and tried to control his breathing as he imagined the possibilities, Could he live as Dale for the week he was gone? Or maybe longer?

Frank looked at his shabby reflection in a store window and pulled out of his pocket the barber’s business card that Dale gave him weeks ago. There ws no way he could be like Dale with hair and a beard like this. It was just around the corner where he met the trendy barber and was surprised that he was not wearing a mask.

“Hi, I’m a friend of Dale--He recommended you to clean me up.” said Frank.

“Sure, welcome,” said the barber, “Hope you don’t mind me not wearing a mask, its hard for me to use it all day. Funny--you look a lot like Dale under that mask--same hair color and texture...have a seat.”

“Actually, I was hoping you could give me his same hair style, i really like it on him” requested Frank. “Sure, let’s see what we can do.” the barber said. The barber looked him over, got out his clippers and started working. He methodically styled his hair to match his other client.

Frank could not believe his eyes as he watched the transformation in the mirror. “What do you think?” the barber broke Frank’s concentration. “It’s amazing. I really look like him.” Frank replied. “Yeah, but you got to let me take care of that out of control beard. Dale always keeps his clean. Take off your mask.” the barber requested. Frank slowly removed the covering.”

“Wow, you really do look similar to Dale. Its going to be hard to tell you apart once I’m done with you. You want me trim you just like I do for him?” asked the barber. “Yes, please...” Frank anxiously whispered aloud.

The barber spent much time getting Frank’s beard to match Dale’s. The barber took it on as a special challenge to get it exact. An hour later, the transformation was done. “Mission complete!” joked the barber. “If it wasn’t for the clothes, you could easily pass for Dale now. He’s always dressed to impress--no offense.” the  barber explained. “None taken,” Frank responded. “I only wish I had his wardrobe.” Frank paid the barber with a big tip and left in a daze.

Frank walked back to Dale’s penthouse with anticipation.He knew he would be gone and could easily enter the private domain with the security code and key that he now possessed. He was nervous, however, afraid someone would catch him entering.

He arrived at the familiar door. A door that until now was a barrier to the life he envied. It reminded him of how many deliveries he brought before, and the jealousy he had for Dale. But no longer...he slowly punched in the code, and heard the alarm disengage. He inserted the borrowed key and turned it. The door opened and the familiar scent arrived at Franks nose.

“Hello? Anyone here? Dale?” Frank questioned to be sure he was alone. Nothing. He decided to look around. He was familiar with this main room where he would frequently chat with Dale, but now he was able to tour his entire penthouse. He looked through the luxurious place until he entered Dale’s bedroom. Then, the walk-in closet. Frank took a deep breath, the scent of Dale’s cologne and clothes were very strong. He looked through all the expensive clothing: designer labels, custom-fitted outfits that he could never afford. After minutes of admiring the amazing wardrobe, he pulled out the clothes that were worn by Dale the previous day, a complete outfit left in the hamper. Armani tee shirt, custom fitted pants, doc marten shoes, leather jacket. He even found his worn socks and underwear. He wanted to wear the very clothes he had seen on him yesterday. He couldn’t strip out of his own ragged clothes fast enough. He slipped into Dale’s underwear, then pants. His heart beat doubled as he realized they were a perfect fit. Now the shirt, Dale’s cologne attaching to Frank’s body. He picked up the shoes and jacket and sat on Dale’s king size bed. He smiled as the shoes also fit perfectly.

Now fully dressed in Dale’s clothing, Frank was euphoric. He looked at his reflection in the attached bathroom and could not believe the transformation. On the counter Frank noticed one of Dale’s used face masks. He had to see...he put it on himself. Nobody would be able to tell the difference now. He looked exactly like Dale. He WAS Dale now.

Frank decided to test drive his new identity and took a walk around the City. People recognized “Dale” and chatted with him.

Back in his new residence, he spent hours researching Dale’s life, learning everything he could. He hit the jackpot when he used the same pass-code as the security system on Dale’s computer. He now had access to Dale’s emails, calendar, contacts, social media accounts. Later, he discovered a small safe in the closet and used the same pass-code again--Bingo! He found a treasure of documents including Dale’s birth certificate and social security card. Tucked away were some credit cards, his drivers license and best of all--the passwords to Dale’s financial accounts. Frank could easily take over all of Dale’s identity now.

Frank decided to explore more, to experience life as Dale. On the computer, he found Dale’s workout plan and decided to take full advantage of the private gym in the complex. He dressed in Dale’s workout clothes, face mask and started HIS workout regiment.

During his workout, another resident entered and quizzically looked at Frank. “Hey Dale, thought you were heading out of town for a while.” his unknown neighbor asked. He was relieved that he passed inspection, but not sure how to respond back. “Yeah, I canceled my trip due to the Covid variants. Better to be safe.” the new Dale responded.

The neighbor worked-out along with “Dale” and they had some casual conversation--confirming that nobody knew what Dale looked like under the mask. The possibilities running through Frank’s head...

Over the next 24 hours, Frank took a deep dive into his new life. He tried on all of Dale’s clothes, lived life as Dale and convinced himself that he was Dale. Frank was becoming so obsessed with his new mission of stealing Dale’s life that he quit his delivery job. All the excitement pushed Frank into a deep slumber as he slept in HIS new bed, covered in luxury linens.

The next morning, Frank heard a series of knocks at Dale’s door. He panicked. Was his fantasy over? He took the risk of opening the door and discovered his replacement was delivering Dale’s daily food order.

Now HE was the one receiving the delivery. It was an amazing experience. He welcomed the new delivery boy in and exchanged pleasantries. How life had changed as the delivery boy thanked him by his new name, “Dale.”

Over the next week, Frank became Dale in so many ways. He ran into neighbors and locals while out walking in his new wardrobe. Everyone knew him as Dale. Frank became more and more addicted to his new life. He would not give this up. But Friday was quickly approaching...

Frank thought hard about how he would permanently steal Dale’s life. He decided to change the security code and have a new key made for Dale’s penthouse. Frank would wait for Dale’s return, catch him off guard and ensure that he was “taken care of.”

Friday came. Frank dressed in his former clothes, disguising himself so that nobody would see two Dales, and waited in the street for him to return from his trip abroad. When Dale’s driver dropped him off out front, Frank slowly followed him into the building. He watched in the dim hallway as Dale had difficulty gaining access to his (former) castle. Dale grew more and more frustrated as his security code was rejected. And the key did not work! Still holding onto his luggage, the confused and upset Dale was not able to protect himself as Frank lunged at him with a rag drenched in chloroform. To Frank, the struggle seemed to take forever, but in just a few minutes, Dale was unconscious and slumped into Frank’s arms.

Once Frank was confirmed that Dale was out, he quickly input the new security code, and opened the door with HIS revised key, dragging the limp body of Dale into the apartment. With speed, Frank stripped Dale of every piece of clothing, jewelry and most importantly--his passport. He then brought over some heavy rope he had purchased earlier and firmly secured Dale to a chair inside one of the guest rooms. He also gagged Dale to ensure none of HIS neighbors would be suspicious when he awoke.

WEEKS LATER

The new Dale was enjoying life to the fullest. As the lock-down restrictions began to ease up, “Dale” was able to remove his mask and finally introduce himself fully to all of his neighbors. He realized “his” dream of meeting new friends and starting a new life. If only people new that this life was completely new, in more ways than anyone knew.

Frank took over Dale’s life quite easily. Wearing all of his clothes, performing his job as an investor (with some research) and enjoying his new found wealth. He took advantage of all aspects of Dale’s rich life including his luxury penthouse. He fit into this new high life quite well. His former life as a delivery boy was a distant memory.

Whatever happened to the real Dale, you ask? The real Dale was still important to Frank. Continuously drugged and secured, Frank drained every piece of important information out of Dale that he could. No detail was too small--this was for the long-haul. The only concern was what to do with him after there was no additional information to be taken. Perhaps the police would simply find the drugged-out remains of a poor delivery driver? In the end, there would be only one Dale.

The day soon came when Frank would fully test out his new life in an important way: He needed to fly to Europe again for “his”work. Frank decided to don the very outfit that Dale wore on his last trip. The three-piece suit fit elegantly on his body body and looked just as good on him as it did Dale. Because, of course he was Dale now. Dale flashed his first class ticket and passport at the gate and was waived right on. Life was good.

Model Swap

Finally my modelling career was about to begin. I managed to get signed with an agency and I could not wait! The salary was fairly low, but I knew that once I started building a name for myself, I would be able to demand more and more money. I just needed to work hard at the beginning to build my own brand, get recognition for my work, and go from there.

I arrived at the modelling studio and saw all the models on the wall. They all looked amazing! I couldn’t wait to have my picture on the wall too. We went through to the office and I signed all my paperwork. They had been explaining how the pandemic meant it was hard to get the models where they needed to be for photo shoots, so they’d come up with an innovative solution to overcome the problem. I wasn’t exactly sure that “hire more models” was particularly innovative, but that was before they led me to the dressing room for an initial shoot. 

I was told to strip down and put on some oversized baggy clothes for the time being. It was an odd request, but it being my first day, I didn’t question it. The assistant then put on rubber black rubber gloves and pulled a picture from the wall, and then handed it to me. She told me to sit in the chair and look at the image of the model. Consider every aspect of the model and what I could learn from him. I did as I was told, and tried to channel the image of this particular model. I recognized him. He must be one of their top, experienced models, and they must be wanting for me to pick up some of his successful traits. The more I looked at the image though, the more it… well, changed. It fucked with my mind. After a while, it hit me why - the image had changed from being this other model, to a head shot of myself in black and white.

The assistant took the photo from me again and hung it back on the photo wall before removing her gloves. In the meantime, I looked up at the mirror in front of me and understood what had happened.

 “If the models can’t come to you, then you have to think up some different solutions to get them in the photos” the assistant told me. Damn, I was hot! I turned around and saw my old self photographed on the wall of models. I hope I can stay like this for a bit longer.

I did some shoots as “Pietro” and they went really well! I couldn’t believe it when I saw my work on the front cover of a magazine. But I was still a nobody. No one recognized me or my work. I was still earning peanuts, while the real Pietro was earning the big bucks for all my hard efforts. Still, having this hot body for even a short amount of time was pretty hot!

Be careful what you wish for...

Cedric had been trying for the longest time to help one of his friends, Dejan, out of the closet. Dejan had only confided in Cedric his true feelings, but no one else knew the truth. Cedric tried so many times to explain that his life would actually be so much better afterwards. Sure, it might be hard at first, but it’s better in the long-run. But all his attempts were to no avail. Dejan often pushed back, saying that Cedric didn’t understand his position because it was so easy for him to come out years earlier. Cedric really cared about his closeted friend though and hoped he could help him. Of course, It also didn’t hurt that he had a little crush on his oldest friend.

Now Cedric wasn’t the type to be defeated. He’d decided to offer his good friend a magical solution. He wanted Dejan to see just how normal it was to be out and how nobody cared anymore. He was willing to swap lives with Dejan so that he could see how normal it was, and that it was all worth it in the end.

Dejan knew that his good friend indeed had special powers that he inherited from his family. So when Cedric offered this mystical solution, he was intrigued. “But you’re a total bottom, Cedric!” Dejan replied “I’ve never let anyone fuck me before. What if your boyfriend gets horny? Do you think he’d let me fuck him?” Dejan asked. 

“Highly unlikely. But don’t be so apprehensive. It’ll be fine. And if you don’t like it, just make some excuse and we can swap back, I promise.” Cedric replied. Dejan thought it over. In a way, it would be nice to see what it was like to be out, without the risk. His fear was that you cannot unsay something. Once it’s out, there’s no getting it back in the bag again! Besides, they were a cute couple and it was only a few days. And how he yearned to hold a man’s hand in public. Dejan was pretty much convinced.

After an awkward silence, when it was already clear from Dejan’s facial expression that he’d decided, he replied “Okay, but on one condition: Us swapping does not mean that you can come out for me on my behalf. You’ve got to promise me that you’ll not tell anyone else I’m gay or anything. Promise?”

“Absolutely. I promise I won’t come out as you. And I’ll even make it part of the spell that I’ll turn into some fat old ugly guy if I do, just to make you feel more assured, okay?” Cedric reassured him. “How long will we do this, when do we swap back?” asked Dejan. “We both need to want this for the magic to work. Let’s plan for a week or so?” Dejan smiled and nodded. Cedric then began reading a secret spell, causing a wave of energy in the room. The powerful energy spun around them, disorienting them until they were in each other’s forms. 

“What the… Are you wearing a jockstrap, Cedric?” Dejan asked, feeling his ass and surprised by the high pitch of his voice. 

“Yes, YOU are.” Replied the new Dejan. “Your boyfriend loves it I’m sure. And you’re such a kinky bastard anyway from what I hear. Why don’t you go and see him? I’m sure he’s missing you already.” The new Dejan winked at his former body.

“Yeah you’re probably right. Maybe I will surprise him with a nice romantic dinner and a walk through the forest.” the new Cedric fantasized. “But remember, please don’t out me while I’m not in my body. Just keep playing the straight guy for the time being, okay?” 

The new Dejan nodded and responded “What do you mean? I am straight, bro” He laughed “No but seriously, don’t worry, I couldn’t now even if I wanted to.”

*

Dejan really enjoyed his time as an out gay man. He had such a weight lifted from his shoulders. He felt free to do whatever he desired, without the doubt of being judged, because he wasn’t him, he was Cedric, and Cedric could be pretty exhibitionist at times, so he had no doubts in showing his repressed side. He loved how Thiago, his temporary boyfriend looked wistfully into his eyes. How he held his hand and placed a protecting arm around his shoulder. He snapped a photo to send to his former phone. “Okay, I got to admit, this is kinda nice”

“Cedric” and Thiago went back to their apartment. Thiago started kissing him and leading him to the bedroom. “Hey Babe...” Cedric said “You know what would be hot? Let’s pretend like this is our first time, okay? Wouldn’t that be hot?” Thiago bit his lip and pressed his bulging cock against Cedric. Thiago got the message and was gentle and slow. Cedric “played along” as if his first time “Fuck, you’re so big. Hope my virgin hole can take it.” and “Be gentle” and “Omg, it’s feels even bigger inside me.” This “act” turned Thiago on even more and wasn’t long til he climaxed inside his boyfriend of 3 years, breaking Cedric’s virginity. Cedric never knew being fucked could feel so good. It was one of the most intense experience of his life, as he turned to cuddle his boyfriend in a post-coital flow. “I feel like I want to get to know you all over again, babe” Cedric cooed while being held in the arms of his boyfriend, safe and secure. 

“Dejan” was also settling into his new form. His friend had really packed on muscle since high school and he felt pretty sexy. His wardrobe was an interesting mix of sportswear and baggy clothes. He was used to more fitting clothes, but now he was pretty big, it made sense not to have skinny jeans for example - they just wouldn’t fit. The whole wardrobe gave us a sort of “straight” vibe. No doubt carefully chosen by its owner, and not particularly flattering or stylish. It kinda hid how good his body actually was. 

It was time to walk Dejan’s dog. Cedric didn’t really like the dog because it was one of those aggressive looking dogs, but now he was Dejan, the dog was so obedient to his every command that he had a change of opinion. And if the new Dejan was honest with himself, he’d always thought that Dejan looked really hot in the way he dressed. It was modest, but had an aura of sexy masculinity. He couldn’t wait to test out how it felt to be so masculine as he took out his dog for a walk. 

After a few days, the two decided to meet up for coffee and share their experiences. The new Dejan brought his dog with him. Initially it growled aggressively at Cedric, but Dejan quickly and firmly told him to sit and he obediently followed the instruction. Cedric was at first a little scared, but also aroused that the dog detected nothing amiss. The two exchanged stories. Cedric explained how liberated he felt and how much he was enjoying the experience. He told of the wild sex, and how his new frame was built for bottoming. He was a little dismayed that he was a lot skinnier now, but he planned to make some changes there while he was in control - he did after all have a lot of knowledge in that department. What it did allow him to do, however, was to wear clothes that he’d never have dared before. Slim fitting tops, skinny jeans, brightly-colored or shiny outfits, and always fashionable.

Dejan was also enjoying himself mostly. He loved how he felt, and he loved the gym. To be honest, however, he missed his boyfriend. He confessed to having had a crush on his friend originally, so being inside him was by no means a hardship. He also said he’d started to get the urge to top guys, which he’d never done before. Cedric was quick to remind him of the curse they’d agreed upon and that he’d best not try anything out. 

The two continued in their new bodies for another few weeks. Both sometimes went to the gym together. Cedric was working on building up his leaner frame - he’d become particularly interested in squatting to get a nice bubble butt. Dejan wanted to pack on even more muscle. For Dejan, the gym was becoming somewhat of an obsession. The pump felt insane, addictive. But it was also an outlet for the tension and frustration. He now felt the anguish of the original Dejan in his inability to tell anyone how he felt. This fuelled his workouts in relieving the tension and stress. A seed planted by the original Dejan years ago started to grow. The seed was the idea that the bigger he was, the less likely people are to suspect him of being gay. Nevertheless, some people suspected by association. Dejan was spotting for his smaller friend one day when someone asked if the two of them were together. Dejan was quick to respond “No, I’m straight bro” to avoid any unwanted consequences of the curse. 

Cedric smiled and tented slightly hearing his former self’s predicament. “Yep, he’s straight as they come. Believe me, I’ve tried hehe” Cedric replied. Dejan forced a grin, before the fellow gym member carried on his workout. After that encounter, Dejan understood the concerns and paranoia of getting outed. He admitted to his friend that he now understood his pains and said he wouldn’t push him anymore to come out until he was ready. He asked Cedric if they could swap back now, as the concerns started getting to him. Cedric was reluctant. He was enjoying his life with a boyfriend too much. And all without the struggles of coming out to everyone. It was not what he’d anticipated, but he felt loved, and he was falling in love with Thiago too. He knew it was wrong to steal his friend’s boyfriend and life, but he just wanted to savor it for a bit longer. He stalled and requested they stayed this way a bit longer. Cedric wanted to work on making his current body the best he could as a thank you to his friend’s help and sacrifice. Dejan reluctantly agreed. 

Additional weeks turned into additional months. Cedric went over to Dejan’s to check in and have coffee. Dejan welcomed Cedric in, but seemed to be halfway through getting dressed.

Dejan confided in his friend how frustrated he was sexually and how burdened his conscience was. Dejan asked Cedric for a quick fuck “Just a quick one, One time. I just need release so bad.” He pleaded. At this point, Cedric was a little shocked. I mean, sure, his former body was hot, but he had genuine feelings for Thiago now. He felt just wrong betraying him like that. Cedric panicked. He apologized and said he just couldn’t do that to Thiago. He felt too comfortable in his new life. He genuinely loved his boyfriend now and seeing Dejan struggle like he was just gave him terrible flashbacks and he knew he could never return to that life. He panicked, apologized and left. The two didn’t speak for some time after that.

Dejan was left feeling sad and depressed. He decided to head out with some of his buddies from his sports club to drown his sorrows. For a guy who rarely drank due to his sports regimen, it didn’t take long before the alcohol took effect. Some of the guys joked with him that he was gay before they’d never seen him with a girl before. “Fuck you dude!” He replied aggressively, in his drunken stupor. The other guys found this hilarious. Dejan worried his cover was blown and that the curse would take effect. He had to prove them otherwise. On the dance floor he bumped into a girl that took an interest in him. In his compromised mental state, he decided that this would help his situation. He started kissing her, but made sure that his friends would see him with her. 

One thing led to another, and it was the next morning when Dejan woke up with this woman in his bed. He wasn’t really sure what had happened, but from the way she was reacting, she’d had a good time with him, especially once they got home. She eventually left, but it got him thinking. Despite the hangover, he felt remarkably calm now. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. The pair decided to see each other again. And again. They grew somewhat attached, and it had the benefit of quashing some of those rumors that threaten his very existence. Dejan eventually plucked up the courage to message Cedric and suggested a double date. The reply wasn’t exactly what he expected:

“Hey you! Sure that sounds amazing. Could we do next week? Thiago and me are just on a little romantic trip away so we’re not at home right now. Let me send you a pic. But try not to be jealous hehe. I keep telling Thiago how you have been the BEST friend a gay guy could ask for. I keep telling him how Dejan’s knowledge and all has been soooo helpful in getting my body looking this hot for him. And I just love so much being able to walk around in these slutty little trunks. He’s sometimes a bit jealous of other guys, but he knows you’re no danger hehe. Chat soon honey.”

Before their double date could take place though, Cedric and Dejan bumped into each other at the gym. Cedric was surprised and a little intimidated by what he saw. It was Dejan, but even more macho than before. It wasn’t just the shaved head, but he looked huge, and his demeanor was also… different.

Dejan caught him staring. His tone was aggressive and alpha. “A photo would last longer if you want to wank over me, gay boy.” Dejan called out. Cedric felt a little scared. He asked him what was wrong and why he was talking to him like that. “Sorry man, I guess it’s the side effects of the steroids. I decided if you’re gonna leave me in this body, I need to make sure that no one suspects and that that curse never takes effect. I guess you saw I got a girl now. Yeah, the roids make me so horny that I’ll fuck anything right now. And Tiffany loves it. Can’t wait for you to meet her. She always wants to get married and have my babies. Imagine that. Me, the man of the house with a wife and kids.”

“But Dejan, you’re gay?” Cedric replied as a matter of fact. 

“I’m straight as an arrow, bro. Just ask Tiff what we get up to. And don’t you dare say anything different to anyone. We can still be friends, but only if you drop this crazy fantasy of yours that I’m gay alright? What am I?” Dejan asked.

“Straight, always have been…” Cedric responded

“Correct, dude. You and your boyfriend are cute, but I’m not into that shit.” Dejan confirmed, while absent-mindedly raising an arm to rub a hand over his shaved head. Cedric sensed an pungent smell being emitted from the unkempt pits. He tried to subtly cover his nose. “Yeah, that’s what a real man smells like. Only women and guys like you smell like flowers.” Dejan joked. Cedric felt like he didn’t really know his friend anymore. His overcompensation was at an all new level. He felt a little guilty, that all this was his fault, but he never wanted to give up his new life and have to go back to the situation he was seeing before him. He wanted to help Dejan come out, but knew that the curse he’d insisted on wouldn’t allow it.

The time for the double date came. On the whole it went pretty well. Dejan sat with an arm around his girl and she was all over him. They flirted quite a lot too. Cedric and Thiago were less clingy at the table, as they’d known each other a lot longer. It was the first time in a long time that Dejan saw the man he used to call his boyfriend. It was a little painful for him to see Thiago totally in love with Cedric and not really look at him anymore. He knew he couldn’t say anything, so just bottled up his frustration. Even worse for him was seeing Cedric and Thiago kiss each other. It was too painful for him to see. A mix of jealousy of the freedom, a yearning for Thiago, and all the while being trapped in this new life. He couldn’t watch it anymore, since it wounded him so much. “Hey, can you guys not do that at the table? Kinda makes me uncomfortable.” Dejan said. As soon as he said it, he realized exactly how that sounded. But it was too late. He’d said it now, offended the love of his life  and he could never really explain what he really meant. This vicious cycle just made him more aggressive, more short-tempered, more insular.

A few days after that evening, while Cedric was out with some gay friends and scrolling through their Grindr profiles looking for some hot guys for them, he noticed something interesting. A picture that somehow felt familiar:

The profile name was “Str8 D1ck” and the description read: “Straight Muscle Alpha. Discrete. Not out and have girlfriend so can’t host. Looking for a quick fuck and go. No strings attached. 100% straight dick looking for release - no fucking time wasters.”

After a quick check in Instagram, his suspicions were confirmed: