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As I sat on my bed, absolutely frustrated. It was only a month til I was supposed to leave for College and I was still being treated like a child by my father.

Ryan, my dad, even went as far to grounding me. What could I do? How could I make him see reason, to understand that I was no longer the little boy he could control with arbitrary rules? I found myself wishing desperately that he could just see things from my perspective, just for a moment, to realize how unfair he was being.

My vision went black, and I felt my stomach sink. When the darkness receded, I found myself in a dimly lit basement surrounded by a cloud of cigar smoke. I looked around and noticed all of my father's friends smoking cigars in a circle around me. I cocked my head in confusion and felt a bushy goatee tickle my neck. My eyes widened in fear as I looked down at the button-down shirt I wore.

It was my father's shirt.

To confirm my suspicions I used his hand to feel my hair and sure enough I felt the thin receeding hairline and knew that I somehow swapped bodies with my father. I glanced around and saw my father's friends, their faces obscured by the haze of smoke. I realized in this moment that I was free from my father's punishment and I should revel in this.

I tried to mimic my father's mannerisms, adopting his confident posture and gruff tone. I grabbed a cigar from the table, feeling the weight of it in my unfamiliar hand, and lit it with shaky fingers. I listened to hear my father's friends all complaining about their kids and saying that they're ungrateful.

"Kids these days," I grumbled, trying to sound convincing as I took a puff of the cigar. "Spoiled rotten, every single one of 'em."

My father's friends nodded in agreement, oblivious to the fact that it was not their friend speaking but his son trapped in his body.

As the night wore on, I stumbled through conversations, trying to fit in with their humor was difficult at first but I found myself slipping into it easier.

As the last of my father's friends departed, I knew I had to go check in on my father in my body. Stumbling up the stairs, my father's heavy frame feeling awkward and foreign with each step, I found him lounging in the living room, looking far too comfortable in my own skin.

"What do you think you're doing?," I began, my voice faltering slightly as I tried to sound authoritative in his deep tone.

He looked up. "Do you know how this happened?" He said motioning to his new body.

"No, but I think it's a good thing for you to see things from my perspective" I said still sounding stern.

"I agree! So since you got to be with my friends, your friends have been texting and I'm gonna go to that party tonight" my Dad said confidently from my body.

"The hell you are" I said raising my voice. "You're still grounded, and you're not going out with my friends."

He opened his mouth to protest, but I held up a hand, cutting him off before he could argue. "You need to learn your lesson, Will. You can't just dismiss this punishment because it's inconvenient for you now."

For a moment, there was silence as my father, in my body, seemed to grapple with the implications of our situation. But then, to my surprise, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"You're right, Dad," he conceded, his voice softer now, filled with sadness. "I can't wait to go to college and get away from this house." he continued.

I realized he was trying to one up me and get me to swap back with him but I didn't back down. I grabbed his phone as I left the room and slammed the door. My head was pounding, so I went to my Dad's whiskey cabinet and poured a glass before lounging on the couch. I was frustrated with the whole situation, and worse of all I couldn't get my boner to go down. I sat on the couch drinking my whiskey, with one hand in my pants. I slowly felt pre-cum leaking out. I let the allure of power get me off of the couch to head to the bathroom, I had business to take care of.

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Enjoying the view?

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How am I looking?

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250lbs of sexiness!

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The muscles are there, for the world to see

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Working out the mind too

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What if my towel suddenly drops

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Improving the shape

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Missing Santorini’s beach

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Ultra wide lens for ultra wide body

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Sweaty ass, sweaty balls and sweaty socks

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Can you believe how big I’m getting

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Wider than this hallway

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My sneakers were so sweaty that day

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Never stop

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Beast mode

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We’re taking the place over