Moving Up--part 2

Moving Up--part 2

Michael’s POV (Part 2)

“Miguel!” Michael heard, not at all recognizing the voice. He opened his eyes to find himself in the rundown living room of some old lady. Confused, he looked down to see muscular, tanned arms and tattoos. He had to be dreaming. That must be it. But the longer he sat there, the less it felt like a dream. New memories entered his head. His name was Miguel now and his plan was to stop the new development project. He felt the anger at it, the anger at his former self. For the first time in his life, he felt some guilt. The woman told him to rest for another few hours to acclimatize. She sounded calm and caring, so he followed her advice.

Later on, he returned to his new apartment. It was basic, and the whole thing was about the size of one of his mansion bathrooms. From his memories, he knew what the plan was. The former Miguel would be in his body, kill the project and then return. He wasn’t at all sad about the project being terminated. He saw now what damage it would cause. Therefore, he knew he’d just have to wait patiently for Miguel to return and then he could go back to his own life. He chilled about the apartment, as if it were a holiday home. It was nice to have no work to do for a change. And Miguel had no job, so he could just chill the whole time until he got back. 

Miguel also had a nice body. It was a new experience to admire someone else’s body from the inside, but he enjoyed it. He found some weed in the dingy kitchen, and expertly rolled and lit it up. This was the most chilled he’d been his whole life!

A few days later though, the eviction teams started arriving. The new Miguel realized what had happened. He saw his old body far in the distance watching the spectacle. “Miguel” felt the anger of the evictions and having lost his own life. He started running towards “Michael,” before some security tackled him down. The tables had turned.

Now jobless and soon to be without a home, and with all his money spent on the body swap, Miguel needed to think fast to get some cash. He needed a smoke to calm down. He’d ran out of weed though and went to try and bum some off the local dealer. He declined, but did offer him an opportunity.

Miguel started working with them. First, running small errands, but quickly advanced. He had retained some of his business acumen and saw so many inefficiencies and opportunities to optimize distribution. It didn’t take all that long for the  new Miguel to work his way right up to the top. Experiencing what it was like to be worthless and powerless, he was motivated by wealth, power and influence. He had to make some tough decisions and get rid of some people to take over and grow the organization to be the most powerful drug gang in the city, but that’s the price of doing business.

Beware of Poppers!

My last hook up really changed my life. I know that sounds that an exaggeration, but hear me out. I was chatting with this guy and talking about what we like. Interestingly he had vers top 80:20 in his profile and I had vers bottom 80:20 in mine. After a while chatting, we agreed to meet and flip fuck. He seemed a little kinky which turned me on. We agreed that I would start as bottom and then at some point change the dynamic the other way. He seemed pretty turned on by that idea. I’d also bought some poppers labelled “Top” and “Bottom” a few weeks ago from a pop up store that I wanted to try.

I turned up and his apartment and we individually got to it. He stripped me down and forced my mouth onto his cock. He also stripped out of his clothes and he picked me up and throw me onto the bed. He was really strong which turned me on so much. I fought slightly and managed to run quickly to my bag to grab the poppers. Before he could do anything, I stuck the “Bottom” poppers to his nose and he inhaled deeply. I did the same with the other bottle. This was the planned cue to switch things up a little. “Get on the bed, boy” I commanded. It was funny because I was stick thin and he was really well muscular. “Bend over and keep sniffing!” I said to him, He played along as I started to fuck him. We continued fucking and sniffing and all the while I felt more and more powerful and ploughed him harder. I noticed he’d stopped sniffing and so commanded him to continue. He did so. He started complaining that I was too big in him. I told him to shut the fuck up. I just needed to climax in him to make it stick. And that’s exactly what I did. I pinned his ass to me as I erupted with an almighty orgasm. He tried to pull away but I held him there. The fact that I could easily pin him just made me cum even harder. I knew what was happening, but he didn’t.

I let him go and he rolled over. We saw each other again for the first time as I looked down on him. He still looked like me. Only a little smaller still. And cuter.

“How does it feel to be a total bottom?” I asked, gloatingly. He froze, trying to process why he was looking up at himself. “You see, those poppers weren’t just for enjoyment. They made us into what we are now.” I stood up and looked for his underwear. I picked up his shorts, gave them a sniff and pulled them over my new cock. Then the same with the socks, sniffing and putting them on before throwing myself on the couch opposite the bed. “80:20 is too much hassle. I wanted to be 100% something. So I took your 80% and gave you mine. Damn. I never want to be fucked again. Just doesn’t seem right, ya know? How about you? Wanna fuck someone?” I could see him considering it, before shaking his head. “Exactly. You're gonna love it!” I caught his glance looking at my feet. “Hey, face is up here kid”

Then the cogs started turning in my mind. “Ohhh I see… got a little foot fetish have we? Yeah I do too. Or at least did. Yeah not sure it’s my thing anymore. But the idea of seeing you sniff them is making me hard again. Fuck. Haha” He tried to conceal a smile. “You wanna sniff your old feet boy?” He nodded and grinned “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be such a good fuckboi.” I said, rubbing my cock through my shorts, already ready for round two. I had best grab my new phone later and change that to “Top only”

Father’s Day Swap!

“Come on, Dad. Can’t we swap back now?”

“No can do, old man. You’re just gonna have to stick with it for a little while longer.”

“But I already cancelled once with Hayley, she’ll get suspicious if I cancel again.”

“Yeahh about that. I never sent that message last night. I took her out in my car and we did it on the backseat. Can’t believe you guys had never done anything together before!”

“WHAT? You took my girlfriend’s v…? But how? She always was giving me excuses”

“Let’s just say, your goofy, boy-next-door charm is not her type. She likes a bad boy at heart. And what can I say, I know my way around a woman’s body. Fuck, it takes very little for me to get hard these days. No more blue pills for me! But I guess you might need them now ha. You’ll find them in the top drawer.”

“Can I at least use my phone to text her and see how she’s doing?”

“Ha, she’s my girl now, old man. An old guy like you texting a college girl like her would just be creepy. It’s this that she wants, not you.”

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...

Secret Boyfriend Swap

When I answered the phone and it was the police saying “it’s about your boyfriend”, my heart sank fearing the worst. But it was okay, he was alive and well, but had been involved in some kind of accident. Apparently he might look differently. After a few hours of impatient waiting, I heard the keys turn in the lock. I waited anxiously in the kitchen.

“Hey babe, it’s me” I heard from the hallway, but it was a deep rumble of a voice. I froze rigid in the kitchen, only to see some hunk of a man come around the corner. 

“Who are you?!” I shouted at him nervously.

“Babe, babe, don’t worry, it’s me! I don’t know how all this happened, but, but, it’s still me inside, I promise! I was just driving past the abandoned building where there are all those conspiracy theorists outside, and next thing I know, I am sitting at the wheel of a pickup directly behind our Prius in these weird clothes.” The stranger explained.

I dared to walk closer to the man in front of me and then a waft of locker room and cheap aftershave hit me. 

“Apparently I’m going to be stuck like this for at least a few weeks” He continued, subconsciously adjusting his junk. “But I’m not allowed to tell anyone to avoid a panic. I had to beg them to let me tell you!” He came closer and bear hugged, unused to his new size and stuffing my face into the crease of one of his massive arms. “So I still have his truck because I can’t really fit in our car now. It’s ludicrously big and uses far too much gas, but there’s no other option. I also need to gather all my clothes for him and take them over and then I can pick up some of his stuff for me, since none of my stuff will fit me for now.” 

I started tapping on his shoulder to release me. “Oh sorry honey, this will take a lot of getting used to. Everything seems so small from up here hehe. So I will go and pack some things and take them over to his place okay? I’ll be quick and then we can have some dinner together, because I am fucking starving!”

THANK YOU!

Hey all!

I realized that I have just hit 2,000 followers and wanted to thank everyone out there who has acknowledged my work and and interacted with me. It has been so great hearing from you and letting me know what you like about my stories.

To celebrate, I will be posting a new story of mine written in 2 parts: part one today and part 2 tomorrow. It’s the type of swap story I love to write but will be from 2 points of view. I hope you like it!

I would also like to say I am semi-open to requests, but I am cautious of actively seeking requests, because I want to make sure I keep my writing authentic to what I find hot, so I fear disappointing people if I don’t find their requests hot that I might not actually follow through on a lot of requests. And if I don’t follow through, it’s kinda dumb to ask for requests in the first place and it sets a false expectation - which is unfair on you guys, the requesters. Hopefully that makes sense. Also, I take ages to write my stories, which is also unfair for you. I am always amazed at how writers can write stories instantly - I often think about stories for weeks before I start writing/posting.

Anyway, feel free to reach out, and thanks again to my 2,000+ followers.