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"The Businessman" "Bo"

The Businessman in his room.

Caught in the throws of passion.

The "New" Bo reflects.

Not mine

Anonymous

I was in the music store looking at CDs when I saw him. He was, quite simply, gorgeous. He was amazing, and I could tell that underneath his tight T-shirt he was built. I tried to act like I was looking at the same section just so I could get a better glimpse of him. 'This was worth the trip out today,' I thought to myself.

I had just come back on business to the small college town where I spent most of my childhood. It was a strange return - I was still heavily involved in a business deal that would be closing soon - but after that deal was complete, I would be able to take a few months off from work. I was tired of living in the city and tired of the bar scene, so it would be a great opportunity to see if I wanted to move home for a while before I determined my next venture.

School was now back in full swing, and it was a dramatic difference having the students back in town. They all looked older - well, not so much older, but maybe more experienced was the right way to put it. At least they looked and acted more experienced than I was at their age.

I was in town to go to the bank, but I had arrived early for my appointment so I thought I would go to Mike's Record Shop and kill some time. I was digging through some used CDs when I looked up and saw the hottest guy walk in the store.

He was just a couple of inches taller than me, muscled and brimming with testosterone. He was alone and bounded in the store with so much energy that I think it's what made me look up from the racks I was perusing.

His hair was blonde and cut short, spiking somewhat in every direction. His face was perfectly symmetrical, if a bit wide, and his chin came to a narrow point. He was chewing gum and swaggered into the store in his T-shirt and low-rise loose faded jeans. As he passed behind me I couldn't help noticing his huge tanned feet stuck in his black flip flops. He stopped on the other side of me and started flipping through the CDs, standing right next to me. I kept my eyes focused on the racks as I flipped through the CDs, but I could swear I felt his feet edging to mine and the kid looking down at my shoes.

"Hey Carter," he shouted in his booming voice. "Where the hell is the Nelly CD?"

I was a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't help smirking as I moved to the next rack of used CDs to prevent myself from being visibly turned on in public by the guy. Not only was I laughing at the thought of sporting a chubby in the middle of the record store, but was I the only one who found it completely ironic that the white suburban teenagers of America were spellbound by a black rapper from St. Louis named "Nelly" of all things? I mean, that used to be a word that insulted me!

I heard a voice from the register shout, "Aw, shut up, Nelson, ya know it's in rap."

I tried to stop myself but I turned and looked at the young man - this "Nelson" character - and he saw me look at him. He shrugged his shoulders and he smiled and winked at me. "Yea, Carter," he said, "but I thought you would know - you actin' all 'nelly' like you do."

"Piss off, Connie," replied the voice from the register. Connie? What kind of a name was that?

I continued to flip through the CDs amused by this interchange. It didn't help that "Connie" Nelson was undeniably hot and I would've loved to have a guy like that ask me out - actually, I would've loved to have been that kind of guy so that I could ask anyone out.

"Hey, you," Connie shouted. I kept my head down, wondering who he was addressing. I heard his flip flops come up next to me and I turned.

"Hey, you," Connie said. "You're from the city; you tell me what's new."

I looked him in the face and saw his beautiful green eyes, and I started to feel myself get an erection again. I stammered and stuttered, mixing up some version of "Uh, I don't know" into a completely indistinguishable derivation of English that of course Connie didn't understand.

"You don't know?" Connie asked me patiently.

I shrugged, and so Connie turned away saying, "Man, nobody knows anything around here…even the people who aren't from around here!"

I found my voice suddenly and asked after him as he was walking away, "How do you know I'm not from here?"

He turned around and gesticulated as if he were a street thug, saying, "Dude, you got the suit, the tie, the white shirt…"

And then looking down to my feet, he added, "And the sweet shined loafers, man. Ain't nobody in this town walk around in shoes that nice."

I stared down at my size 10 ½ Gucci loafers. He was certainly right about that one. Maybe the kid was smarter than I thought.

"And so, Connie," I began, feeling kind of bold, "what kind of music do you like?"

"Aw, dude," he said with a huge grin, "my name's Bo. They just call me Connie to tease me."

"Okay," I said somewhat suspiciously. "And what kind of music do you like?"

"Rap, dude - whaddya think?" he said somewhat annoyed. I looked him up and down and just wondered what it would've felt like to be someone like Bo. I tried to come up with a profile of him - completely judging him, of course -- someone obviously known throughout the campus, popular, probably an athlete (especially with that body).

"Con - I mean, Bo," I began, "what if I told you that most rap hooks came from other songs?"

"Yeah, well of course they do," he said. He looked puzzled.

I smiled wanly and decided to leave. I would be late for my appointment. "It was nice to meet you, Bo," I said and I turned to walk out the door.

He stood there somewhat spellbound, looking at my feet as I walked out of the store. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Connie!" I said over my shoulder as I walked out the door.

PART II

My appointment lasted longer than I thought, and I went to the bar at the hotel for happy hour. I have to admit I got pretty blitzed, drinking by myself and playing the stupid computer games. I couldn't even remember getting back to my room, but I know I was back early in the evening. I lay down on the bed and kicked my loafers off. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

Suddenly I sat up in bed as the door to my room opened.

"Oh, sorry!" said the bellhop. My eyes were blurry and I couldn't see at first, but sure enough I made out none other than Bo in a hotel uniform peeking into my room.

"Bo?" I said. He walked in slightly and bowed his head.

"Sorry, sir," Bo said. I could tell that he was slightly ashamed of the intrusion, and I wanted to make him feel better.

"Come here," I said.

"No sir, please excuse me, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," he said, and he ducked out, gently closing the door.

I rose and groggily looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit, and I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I wanted to go down the hall and get some ice for the water, and so I sat back down on the bed to slide my feet back in my shoes.

My shoes were gone. I looked under the bed, I looked under the tables - my shoes were gone! I raced to the door and threw it open, and then looked down both sides of the long hallways only to see Bo's back moving down the hallway quickly.

Had he taken my shoes? What was he doing? It was totally bizarre. I hadn't asked for a shoe shine…or had I when I was completely blotto?

"Bo, get back here!" I shouted down the hallway.

He slowly turned and made his way down the hall. As he approached, I could see that he had my shoes - the very same Gucci loafers I had been wearing earlier - in his hands.

"Yes sir?" he asked. "Can I help you?"

"Why do you have my shoes in your hands?" I asked him as he drew nearer to me.

"When you came up to your room in the elevator you asked me to get them shined for you by the morning," he replied. "You asked me to check on you as well, and that's why I opened your bedroom door. I apologize for the inconvenience, sir."

I stood there flustered, looking at the hot college guy in front of me. "I asked you to come back and get them shined?"

"Yes, sir, in the elevator - I was admiring them and you told me to come by later and shine them for you," Bo replied. Suddenly I could tell that he was shaking. I don't know if I was still drunk or what, but I decided to test him a little more.

"Bo, could you come back to my room with me and get another pair I need shined?" I asked.

"Well…"Bo stammered. "I need to get back downstairs, but if it's quick…"

"I'll be quick," I said, and I let him follow me back into the room. I started digging through my closet and fished around for another pair of shoes to give the dopey lug, when suddenly I heard Bo shout, "No way!"

I turned and saw Bo admiring my laptop system that I had sprawled out across the guest table. He saw my iPod hooked up to the machine and shouted, "Dude, this is awesome!"

"You know about computers?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I know a lot about them, and I know this thing is the top of the line," he said. "Man I would love to get a chance to play with something like this. I've wanted one of these for months!"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," I said. It was weird to see this subdued version of the guy who I saw earlier in the day at the record store. I couldn't tell if it was my hangover or something else, but I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I then said to him, "Feel free to test it out."

"Can I?" Bo said, and he looked like a kid at Christmas as he sat down and started opening sites on the Internet and blasting music off the system. I took off my pants and stood there in just my boxers, and walked over to him.

"Here are the other shoes that I need for tomorrow," I said, and I handed him a pair of tasseled loafers. Bo turned around to take them from me, and saw me in just my boxers. He stood up quickly and said, "Thanks, sir, I've got to get back downstairs."

As I looked down at him, though, I saw that he was getting an erection and trying to move around to hide it! Finally he turned and stammered as he walked to the door, "Say, what do you do to get all these cool things - the fancy shoes, the computer?"

"Oh, I'm just in business," I said, following him as he moved to the door to leave. "If I had to do it all again, I probably would've chosen a different route. The shoes and the equipment aren't all they're cracked up to be. Maybe I would've been a football player like you."

"Yeah, that's what you think," Bo said, opening the door. He stopped suddenly and turned to me. "Hey, how did you know I played football?"

"Let me say that I could just tell," I replied. "You're living the dream, man - it's what every guy in America dreams about all his childhood. You should enjoy it - I certainly never got that chance to be the campus hero."

"Whatever!" Bo replied. "I depend on this job and my scholarships to get me through school…you're just one rich guy who's gotten everything that he wanted. There's no way I'll ever be in the position to get all the stuff you have. Man, I'd sure like to trade places with you."

As Bo stood in the doorway, I reached behind him and shut the door. My movement drew me very closely to Bo. As I moved closer to him, he started breathing heavier. I couldn't believe what was happening as I leaned into his huge frame. The next thing I knew, he was all over me, and as I was kissing him, he was kissing me back. I heard his hands drop my shoes as he grabbed my ass and pressed his full-on erection against mine.

As he pulled my boxers off me, he pushed me onto the bed. Shedding his own clothes, his huge muscles exploded as he smothered me on the bed. I could feel him moving up and down against me, pulsing and heartbeat racing. Suddenly I could sense that we were both about to come, and his climax was coming quickly. I looked up at him and saw him completely throw his head back in ecstasy, and I wished that I could look as good as he looked. In that moment, I came, too, and felt a spray of semen on my chest from Bo.

As we continued to breathe heavily, I felt a sharp sensation in my right foot. Bo rolled off of me and I looked down at it, and suddenly I watched my foot growing in front of me! The toes seemed to be lengthening the nails becoming flatter and wider. Suddenly, Bo exclaimed in sheer pain as he grabbed his own right foot, and he yelled, "Shit! That hurts!"

My pale, thin foot continued growing wider and longer. I could see the dark hair turning a lighter color, and the toes getting bigger. Bo stood up from the bed and looked down at his foot in horror as it was simultaneously shrinking. He watched the toes diminishing and growing skinnier, and his foot's sunburned size 13 appeared to grow paler and darker hair sprouted from the toes.

"What the hell is happening, man?" Bo shouted at me. Slowly, both our left feet followed the same process. The pain was an odd sensation, and just as I was getting used to it, the pain spread to my ankles. They grew larger and wider as well and soon the pain spread to my calves, knees, and thighs. My legs were huge and lengthening as well! It was almost as if the lower part of my body was turning into an athlete's body! I watched Bo as he was losing definition in his legs, and I suddenly realized what was happening.

"Bo, I think you need to sit down for this," I said, and my voice became slightly raspy. My slight spare tire around my waist shrunk as my dick grew in girth and length. I looked across at Bo, who sat down and watched his own dick shrink and his spare tire expand. His waist, however, grew smaller as mine grew larger.

My chest began to expand while Bo's deflated, and my arms and pecs began to swell as my hands grew larger. My fingers and the nails grew wider and flatter and my darker hair turned to a blonde color. My chest hair completely disappeared under the huge chest muscles of Bo's and I saw his deflated chest sprouting a happy trail of dark hair towards his navel…exactly the same hair I had on my body.

"Bo, come stand next to me in the mirror!" I beckoned to him as my voice was now completely cracking. He lifted his new form off the bed and awkwardly walked to the full-length mirror. From our necks down, we had completely traded physical characteristics. I now had Bo's body and he had mine. "Bo, I think we're about to switch faces!"

Suddenly we watched as each of our necks became each other's. My chin grew wider and longer and Bo's chin became mine, growing narrower and thinner. His hair became thinner and darker on the top of his head as his eyes turned from green to brown. My eyes became Bo's green color, and our noses completely changed into each other's. It seemed like it happened as soon as it started, but our transformations were finally complete. I walked over to the bathroom mirror. Bo followed me, and we both stood staring at each other and our naked bodies.

"Bo," I finally said, clearing my throat. Then, in his voice, looking at his body staring back at me in the mirror, I said, "I think we've switched bodies. I'm in your body and you're in mine."

Bo had to clear his own throat - or my throat that he now controlled. "This can't be," Bo said to me in my own voice. "How did this happen?"

I looked down at the football player's body I now inhabited and flexed my tanned, size 13 feet. He sat down on the end of the bed and held my smaller foot up to his eyes to inspect it.

"I don't know, Bo, but I think we each wanted to be each other," I said. "I wanted to be you and you wished you could be me."

"You mean I'm you now?" he asked with my voice. "I mean, I have all your stuff?"

"It looks like you are me," I said, "and I look like you…I guess that means we're living each other's lives right now."

"Living each other's lives? I mean, I know I felt like I wanted to be you, but…." Bo trailed off his thought. "What do you think we should do? I mean, how long does this last? Is this forever?"

"I don't know, Bo…I guess the best thing we should do now is get dressed," I replied, thinking about how I was probably going to go back to Bo's frat house that night. I found Bo's dick getting hard as I thought of what it was going to be like in that place. "Pick out something of mine that you want to wear, and I guess I'll put on your uniform until you can tell me where to put on the clothes you were wearing this afternoon.

Bo looked at the clothes I had shed on the chair completely unbelieving, as if he couldn't believe they would fit his body. Then he asked me, "Can I wear the clothes you had on earlier?"

"Sure," I said, and smiled with his mouth. "I think that would make sense."

I turned around and picked up Bo's uniform from the chair where he had thrown it. I held up Bo's uniform and felt that there was no way that they would fit me either - his shirt and pants were huge, not to mention his Doc Marten boots that he had to wear with his uniform. I pulled on his pants and shirt, and they fit perfectly. I pulled the strange, damp tube socks over Bo's massive feet and stuffed them in his boots for a perfect fit. It was so strange putting on a stranger's clothes, but I was slowly getting used to being in Bo's skin and it was giving me quite a thrill.

I could hear Bo putting on my undershirt and dress shirt as he maneuvered my limbs. Finally, after I had dressed in Bo's clothes, I looked up across the room. I watched my own face glow with excitement as a giddy smile spread across my face when Bo had zipped up my pants. He sat down on the bed and began pulling my socks over my feet, and then he looked like he was about to giggle with delight as he slid my feet into my $400 loafers. Even though he was sitting down, I could swear that I saw my own body getting an erection as Bo slipped my feet into my shoes.

"So you like my body?" I asked him, smirking at him with his own face. "Because I don't think you can hide what's happening on your front side."

Bo tried to put my hands over my crotch and I just laughed, so he dropped them.

"Yeah, I think I could get used to your nice clothes," he said in my voice as he threw my hands in the air. "To tell you the truth, I admit that I wanted to slide my feet into your loafers when I saw you at the record store this afternoon. I mean, didn't you see me standing next to you looking down at our feet to see if they way the same size? When I figured out my feet were bigger, I guess I just couldn't figure out how it was going to happen."

"Well, here's your chance," I smiled back at him. "Believe me; I was thinking the same thing about wearing your flip-flops."

"You're kidding?" he asked. "But why would you want to be me?"

"Bo, you're totally hot, young…I mean, I'm now totally hot, young and athletic - I can't wait to get back out there on the scene!" I exclaimed.

"But I thought that we were just to going to lead each other's lives?" Bo said. "I mean, there's no way that you could throw a football like me…and there's no way I can whatever it is that you do. And I do not belong in any 'scene' that you would want to put me in!"

"Bo, I think we're stuck for now…but I think we both wanted it," I said in his voice. "Let's just see where it takes us. I'm willing to risk my business if you're willing to give me a few pointers on the field."

I moved closer to him and held out his massive hand in order to shake hands with him. "Is it a deal?"

Bo was reluctant and hesitated. I gave him a pleading look with his own eyes, which I couldn't tell if it freaked him out or convinced him that there was nothing else that he could do. Finally he relented and shook his own hand. "It's a deal. But when I'm ready to go back, you'd better be ready to go back, too."

"Bo," I began, "I don't think we have any control over that. We'll be back in our skins when we're supposed to return. But in the meantime, we need to get in my rental car and get me…you…whoever I am now back at your dorm room…or apartment…or whatever, because you're going to get yourself fired if you stay in my room much longer!"

"I guess you're right," Bo replied. "Look, you're going to have to follow me to the kitchen where you can clock me out…and I guess if someone catches us, then you're going to have to make up some story about me being someone who…"

I cut him off mid-sentence and smiled at him. "Bo, do you honestly think that I got all the stuff in this room - the stuff that, may I remind you, you admired so dearly and is now in your temporary possession -- by not being able to think on my feet? I think I can handle any supervisor 'threat' we may face."

And with that, I handed my car keys and room key (and my life, for that matter) over to Bo. I awkwardly followed the "new" businessman out of the hotel room and into the elevator, only to begin my stint in my new body as a college football player.

#stable diffusion #ai generated #muscle tf #body swap #anonymous

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