Fathers Day Swap!

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.”

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!

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...

The Gymshark

Ben was so happy when he saw his fitness company grow and grow. It had modest beginnings, but within a few years of extremely hard work, it had become a global brand worth hundreds of millions. The next achievement in the long list was getting substantial investment to expand further. He knew how important this would be for the future and was very respectful of the investors. Still in his mid 20s, this was all new territory for him and he didn’t want to have any mis-steps. The deal they offered seemed reasonable and generous, since the equity percentage he would keep was unusually high for the market average, and he would be a fool to turn it down. They kept talking about how it’s important for founders to be rational in these decisions because all too often they are so personally involved that it clouds their judgement. He agreed and insisted it wouldn’t be a problem. He put so much into it, but he would do whatever is best for the business and the brand.

The only slight issue that was bothering him was what his role would be. Strangely, this was not really discussed, which concerned him. He brought it up with the investors in an email but got two very different responses. One replied saying that they wouldn’t make any changes to the management structure - having such a young CEO was so valuable to the brand issue and for marketing that they would be fools to take it away. Another person replied that realistically, he lacked the knowledge and experience to take the business to the next level and that they’d have to take some action to rectify that.

Reassured that he’d stay on and CEO and probably be sent to some bootcamp, they all signed the contracts and the deal was done!

After a quick glass of champagne, Ben was led to meet his “mentor,” Steve, in the empty company gym that was next to the main offices. They shook hands and started chatting about themselves. The usual small talk was a blend of business, personal and the weather. Steve told him how he would help him to become the best CEO out there. Ben was excited by the prospect. Steve fiddled with his signet ring, before reaching out a hand to Ben to shake on it. In a split second, the sound in the room went dull before Ben found himself looking back at his own face, now dressed in a suit and tie.

“Listen, don’t freak out on me, okay?” The new Ben said. “I was serious when I said I am going to make you the best CEO. Only, we don’t have time to teach you. So I am just going to do it for you. We considered switching you out straight away for someone else, but your story is just too damn valuable. The young self-made millionaire. So this is the compromise. And remember, this is the best thing for the business. But I’ll still need you. I need a mentor. Not to teach me to be a CEO, but to teach me to be YOU. Whatever that essence is, it’s been valuable to the company so far, so you will mentor me. I’ve always been a bit awkward socially and focused on numbers, so you’re gonna teach me how to connect with the young people - people MY age - and how to get them on board. Got it?” Still reeling from what had happened. The former founder didn’t know what to say. This morning he was excited to sign the deal, and now he’d lost his company and his body. “But first, we need to swap clothes.” The new Ben insisted and started stripping out of the now baggy suit he was wearing. Steve did the same, partially because the stuff he was wearing was now uncomfortably tight. Half-way through putting on his clothes, Ben turned to the mirror and pulled out his new phone from the pocket of his joggers. “Fuck, I already love this body. I wasn’t fit when I was your age, but now I am muscular and leading the best sports fashion brand there is! Think I could still do with gaining a few more pounds though and get nice and thick. Now all those millions are mine, I think I can afford a personal trainer” he winked.

 Once they had finished changing, the guys continued talking and Ben began absorbing what he would need to know. An assistant came in and interrupted them, telling Ben he was needed for a photo shooting for the press release. ‘Ben’ gave his characteristic wide smile and agreed. “Sure thing! Where do you want me?” He asked. He looked back at his mentor and slapped him on the shoulder “Thanks for everything, Steve! I know we’re going to work really well together. Catch you a bit later on!” Ben was  soon gone and posing for some press shots.

***

Over the next months, the company grew exponentially. At first, Ben didn’t seem quite himself. Somewhat shy or nervous or distracted, but people just put it down to the stress. People also really noticed when he started coming to work in formal wear for the first days after the deal was signed, but soon he was back again to his casual style. And after regular mentoring sessions, though, he was returning back to being his normal self and seemed to be coping much better. The media were overwhelmed and how capable just a young CEO could be. People complimented Ben on how quickly he was picking up the information from his mentoring session and driving the company up and up. Regularly people told him how inspiring he was and that they wanted to do something like him, or wish they had been that smart at his age, or that he will do such amazing things in his life since he has already achieved so much. Ben loved the attention and became more and more relaxed about the situation. Steve mentored him well on the power of his social media channels and connecting directly with his consumers that way. It was a great way to sell the brand’s image and build a community. Steve meanwhile started to feel more and more out of place at his own (former) company. He wasn’t fit anymore and pretty much everyone at the company was younger than him. People kept calling him the dad of the company and sometimes commented that he was certainly out of touch with young people. While Ben regularly worked out in the company gym, Steve turned more and more away from it. Sometimes though, it was unavoidable as Ben took meetings or check-ins with Steve during his workout. Steve tried to refuse, but Ben put his foot down and reminded him who was the boss and that he’d do what he was told unless he wanted to get fired. No one would miss him, he told Steve. He was the perfect leader for this company. 

Today it was time for another photoshoot between mentor and mentee. Ben added some comments about how amazing Steve was as a mentor and how much he had learned. Steve had to tell the reporters how competent and knowledgeable Ben was - a born leader with perfect instincts. Ben loved his ego being rubbed like that. He was after all just in his 20s and had accomplished so much. When it came to posing for the photo, Ben let his ego show. He’d been doing it more and more often as his confidence grew. He told Steve to take a seat for the shoot. He didn’t want Steve to seem at the same level as him. He needed to look taller and more powerful - a clear visual of who was in charge and calling the shots, and who served whom. He feigned an excuse that it was part of the marketing, but also made a remark that at Steve’s age, he should probably sit down.

Ben then thanked Steve for his time and sent him away before insisting on a few more individual shots for the article. All the while, the reporters flattered his huge wealth, his good looks, his instincts. And he loved every second.

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”

Mission Swappable

They kidnapped me and my brother and had tied us up good. I tried to fight back but it was no use! I was secured well and hooked up to some freaky life support machine. God knows what they had planned. This was the worst timing - just before starting a top secret mission for the U.S. Government. Once they found out about this, I’ll be compromised and not allowed to continue. I could hear my captors talking in Russian, and then the machine started and it started  to pump out blood from my body and into the attached tubes. It wasn’t long until I passed out from the blood loss.

I don’t know how long I was out. I could hear one of the guys with a thick Russian accent saying my name.  “... Antony Lowery… Antony Lowery… My name Antony Lowery…” My sight was still blurry, but I could see a fellow Marine in his uniform stood nearby. Relief washed over me - they must have found me! As my sight got crisper, the relief turned to dread as I saw what looked like my reflection, but was actually an imposter, looking exactly like me! “My name Antony Lowery” my body repeated, still with a thick accent. They’ll fool no one with that! But the more he repeated it, the more convincing it became. Soon he was sounding more and more American, and picking up my mannerisms. MY cheeky smile. 

He looked my way and came over to me “Oh hey bro, didn’t see ya there!” he joked, as if all this was totally normal. 

“I’m not your bro.” I whispered, still very weak. 

“Sure you are, Finn, you’re my big bro!” It was then that I caught a glimpse of my forearm and recognized a tattoo that I’d seen my brother get. Could it be? Was I… now in my brother’s body? “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, Finn.” My body leaned closer to me “I am YOU now. But we still have your brother here. If you want to keep him safe, you’ll take his place and help me blend right in, got it?” I nodded gently “That’s my bro! Always out there supporting me!”

It was scary how good an impression of me he did. Even in private. He seemed stronger than I ever was, and it was also intimidating that I’m smaller than I used to be. I try to play along the best I can, and smile through the pain, but sometimes it’s hard to keep a brave face when your own body is being used to infiltrate a top secret program.