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A Product Demonstration - Part One (Male Body Swap)

Another story from the world of Business

Ezekiel "Ziggy" Stephens was the kind of guy who didn't have any plans beyond tomorrow, and he was fine with that! A skinny twenty-six year old, cute in a scraggly sort of way, he was actually pretty bright and could maybe have made something of himself… he just didn't feel like it.

See, some people called him "unmotivated" or a "slacker," but the truth was, he was just smart enough to recognize the rat trap that he was stuck in. Born to a low income household, no college degree, ambiguously ethnic (part black, part Jewish), 5'5''… the deck was stacked against him. The way he saw it, he could grind himself to the bone chasing some dream that probably wasn't going to happen, OR, he could save himself the time and settle now.

That was how he'd wound up as the lowest achieving employee at the city's last General Goods Super Store, stocking shelves and assisting stupid customers in a florescent lit prison for eight years straight. Did he enjoy it? Of course not! But he could live with it, and so he did.

He did... the bare minimum required to cash his paycheck and no more- often less actually, as he'd long since identified a number of hideaways he could sneak off to when no one was looking for a bit of impromptu break time.

That was why he was squirreled away in an indent in the wall at the end of an aisle in the office supplies section- there, he could scroll comics on his phone without being interrupted by any needy shoppers. How difficult is it for people to just find what they want and put it in the cart? he thought to himself. It's not that complicated. Really, he was doing people a favor by hiding out and forcing them to solve their own problems and exercise their shriveled up pea brains.

But not everyone saw the wisdom in his thinking.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Ezekiel?"

A deep, stern voice startled him just as he was about to click to the next page of the comic he was reading, and without flinching, Ziggy smoothly tucked his phone behind his hands to hide it from view. He squinted up into the harsh florescent lights and saw a tall figure with devastatingly broad shoulders and a trim waist that could only be one person in the store: Devon.

The young man glared down at Ziggy with his square jaw clenched in displeasure, and Ziggy groaned internally. Of course it was fucking Devon.

Devon Martínez, the golden boy of the General Goods Super Store, had only been working there for around nine months, but in that time he had been named Employee of the Month a staggering seven times. Popular, charming, and unfairly gorgeous with a killer body to match, it was easy to see why the customers and crew loved Devon- he had a winning smile, a can-do attitude, and an ass that could be seen from five aisles away. The only man in the company who can make that puke green polo look good, his coworkers said. God's gift to retail.

Personally, Ziggy hated the prick, and he got the sense that the feeling was mutual.

He had a theory that Devon was from some kind of bizarro mirror dimension, because nothing else could explain why the guy actually enjoyed doing work. Although the two young men were the same age and technically held the same position in the store (general employee), Devon had some kind of fancy business degree that he thought made him better than Ziggy… which he wasn't technically wrong about, but Ziggy still resented that. Devon was very open about how he viewed his job at the GGSS as a stepping stone to management, then to an executive position, and then to someday being CEO, so he had little patience for slackers like Ziggy who were just trying to make it through the day.

"You shouldn't be on your phone when you're on the clock," Devon said, literally lording it over Ziggy as he glared down at the boy on the floor with a clear look of disapproval on his face. Sometimes it seemed like he got a bit too much enjoyment out of putting Ziggy in his place, but Ziggy wasn't one to take it sitting down. With the wall at his back and Devon at his front, he was trapped between a rock and a hard place (read: Devon's abs), so he was going to have to talk his way out of this one.

"Actually, I'm on my fifteen minute break," Ziggy replied, smiling like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "Remember? The ones the company mandates that all employees receive?"

"Oh I remember," Devon dramatically snapped his wrist up (because the fucker still wore a watch) and puffed his chest smugly, causing his pecs to stretch the green fabric of his polo. "Just like I remember when you told Shondra at 11:34 this morning that you were taking your break then. It's 1:56 right now- I don't know how good you are at math, but I think you know those fifteen minutes are up."

Crap, Ziggy thought, but he didn't let it show on his face; playing it cool, he rose to his feet (being on the floor was making him feel like an ant under Devon's foot) and dusted his khakis off, sneakily slipping his phone into his pocket in the process. "I meant on my lunch break."

"Not according to your timecard," Devon replied without missing a beat, then he gave a long suffering sigh. "This is time theft, Ezekiel, you're going to get written up again."

"Time theft?!" Ziggy's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. Even standing, he still had to crane his neck up to meet Devon's eyes, but he made the effort just so he could give the resident stick-in-the-mud an incredulous look. "For fuck's sake Devon, the company's not gonna sleep with you! I make minimum wage, do you have any idea how much time I'd have to theft to even afford a McDonalds Happy Meal?"

"Do I look like I eat at McDonalds?" Devon asked smugly, and in spite of himself, Ziggy's eyes flicked down to the boy's tight stomach, which had apparently never known a French fry. "And maybe you'd get a raise if you put some effort into your work."

Ziggy rolled his eyes. "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill all the time? There's nobody here!"

A customer peeked their head around the corner of the aisle. "Sorry to interrupt, do you know where the vacuums are located?"

"Vacuums will be located in the home goods section on the far left corner of the store," Devon said, shooting the customer a sunny smile- but when he turned back to Ziggy the smile melted. "You were saying?"

"Okay so there was like, one person here."

Another customer peeked her head around the corner. "Can someone show me where the bathrooms are?"

Ziggy winced. "Okay so there's like, two people. That's not that many."

"We'll be with you in a moment ma'am," Devon flashed his smile at the woman (who blushed, of course) then glared at Ziggy. He leaned in close, lowering his voice so the customer wouldn't hear, and growled at his slacking coworker. "You need a major attitude adjustment. The employees at this store are supposed to be a team, and you aren't pulling your weight. Now, seeing as they keep ignoring the formal requests I've been making to have you fired-"

"The what?" Ziggy blinked, but Devon just ignored him.

"-I'm going to look at this as an opportunity to flex my leadership skills, and help mold you into a model employee."

Blink. "Oh wow!" Ziggy gave him a thumbs up. "Good luck with that."

He moved to brush past Devon and make his escape, but the bigger boy caught his wrist and effortlessly tugged him closer, causing Ziggy to curse Devon's muscles- so pretty, but so inconvenient. Ziggy supposed he could make a fuss, but then he'd have to explain why he wasn't in his designated section and risk getting in trouble, so he settled for the lesser of two evils and resolved to just sit through whatever boring lecture Devon had prepared.

"Listen closely, because I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen next," Devon reached over and tilted Ziggy's face with his hand so Ziggy was looking him in the eyes, and Ziggy squirmed uncomfortably under his stern gaze. "There's gonna be a big public presentation for a new product that the store is launching and Shondra put out a request for two employees to assist her- I've decided that you're volunteering with me."

"What?" To Ziggy, this sounded like a joke, but he'd never heard Devon make one of those so he was probably serious, which… "Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I told Shondra this morning that you agreed, so you can't flake out," Devon shrugged. "What I'm hoping is that being in front of a live audience will force you to either shape up, or result in you falling so flat on your face that they have no choice but to fire you. It's that or I file another complaint with management about your lax work ethic- yes, they haven't listened to any of the others, but unlike you, I don't quit. I keep it up, eventually, you'll be out of a job."

Ziggy allowed himself five seconds to hope that someone was about to run out with a camera and tell him he was being punked, then he crashed back down to reality, where Devon staring at him with a smug expression on his stupidly symmetrical face. And the prick looked like he was waiting for an answer, so Ziggy chewed his lip (a tic he had when he was thinking hard) and considered his options.

In-house demonstrations were fairly common around the GGSS whenever there was some kind of sale or special event, but Ziggy found them incredibly corny and avoided them like the plague. They involved many of Ziggy's least favorite things: public speaking, customer interaction, pretending to care, and worst of all, sterile corporate humor. Cruise ship level entertainment, if that. The perfect gig for someone like Devon, who probably jacked off to the company catalogue, but far beneath a sophisticated soul like Ezekiel "Ziggy" Stephens, who had seen every episode of American Dad.

Plus the whole thing was Devon's idea, which meant Ziggy instantly disliked it. Saying no would piss Devon off, and that was always hilarious… but it would also mean an awkward conversation with Shondra, and that was likely to be painful and potentially result in unemployment. Ziggy didn't like this job, but he was used to it, so he probably shouldn't lose it.

Another rock, another hard place, another sucky day at work.

"Okay, you win," Ziggy huffed out, doing his best to sound as unenthused as possible (as was his right). "I look forward to being a model employee tomorrow."

"That's what I like to hear," Devon smiled and released him, clapped him a few times on the shoulder in an ostensibly friendly, corporate way, but he the blows still hit hard enough to shake Ziggy's teeth. On top of that, he had the audacity to take out a pocket sized bottle of hand sanitizer. "Now get back to work."

He strutted out of the aisle with his head held high, nodding to the customer (who Ziggy had forgotten until that point) as he passed, and the woman stared expectantly at Ziggy.

"This is awkward, but I really need to go to the restroom."

"Oh my god, just look for the sign that tells you where it is," Ziggy snapped, already fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Does it look like it's my job to just help randos?"

The customer's eyes flicked down to Ziggy's work polo with its conspicuous nametag. "…Yes?"

Damn it.

---

Pissing off the manager by flaking on an obligation he had (unwillingly) volunteered for didn't really gel with Ziggy's motto of "stay under the radar," so despite the strong temptation to play hooky just to spite Devon, the slacker showed up to work the next morning bright and early only ten minutes late. An Asian girl around his age was waiting for him in the employee lounge, and the shit eating grin on her face when he entered told him that he was in for a real bitch of a day.

"Oh my god, it's Ziggy, the star of General Goods Super Store's big presentation!" Kimiko gasped with mock excitement and pulled a slip of paper out of her sleeve. "I'm so gagged, can you sign this for me?"

It was Ziggy's timecard, punched at the actual time he was supposed to be arrive, and the corners of her eyes crinkled mischievously as Ziggy snatched it away from her. Kimiko was the only person in the store that Ziggy considered a friend, and a pretty damn good one too if the amount of time fraud they committed for each other was any indication. She was a more competent worker than Ziggy so she blended in better than he did, but Ziggy knew better. Behind her sweet face the girl was just as twisted and sardonic as he was… probably more. She was also a horrific gossip, so Ziggy didn't question how she knew that he was doing the presentation- she'd probably known before he did.

"Please show me a little bit of sympathy, I've basically been drafted for war," he deadpanned as he fished his balled up uniform shirt out of his backpack- it would probably be easier to come to work already dressed, but he refused to wear the unflattering puke green polo a second longer than he was required to. "Working here is humiliating enough without an audience."

"You mean you aren't looking forwards to cozying up to Dump Truck Devon?" Kimiko purred then made a motion with her hands was completely inappropriate for work, but Ziggy didn't even bat an eye- sexualizing the resident beefcake was one of his friend's favorite subjects, so if anything, the fact that she hadn't mentioned his dick meant this was tame for her. "Ooh, maybe we're opening a spa division and you two are going to give each other naked massages. Getting all oiled up and sweaty, rubbing your hands all over each others' bodies… now that would get people in the store."

A faraway, dreamy look came to Kimiko's eyes as visions of hot, corporate approved yaoi danced in her head, and Ziggy yanked his t-shirt off and threw it in her face.

"Keep it in your pants," Ziggy snorted- although he'd be lying if he said he didn't think the idea was a little hot. He thought about what Devon would look like shirtless, how those fat pecs of his would look if they were freed from his shirt and how good those abs would feel if he got to run his hands over them… Ziggy glanced down at his own torso (bland and lacking any real definition) and pulled his uniform shirt on. "With my luck, we'll probably be cleaning out porta-potties or something… I bet that Douchebag Devon would love that, the sick fuck. He's such a neat freak, I bet he dreams about plunging toilets."

"I'd let him plunge my toilet…" Then Kimiko registered what she said and cringed. "Yeah, no, that was gross, I went too far. Retracting that and issuing an emergency subject change- hey, did you know that nobody knows what the new service is? It's like some super duper top secret Raynforest product, but it must be big because apparently Shondra had to pull a bunch of strings to get it unveiled here. I guess she's kinda desperate, because of, you know, all the stuff in the news."

Ziggy (who hadn't willingly consumed any news in years) cocked his head. "The what? What stuff?"

Kimiko snickered. "Dude, you don't pay attention to anything do you?"

"I am of the mindset that if it is important, then I will hear about it- I'm hearing about it right now actually! From you. When you tell me." Ziggy crossed his arms and stared at her expectantly, and Kimiko stared back at him like he was a moron, and they had a little staring contest that lasted for five blisteringly silent seconds before Kimiko threw her hands in the air.

"Fine!" The young woman heaved a great sigh and plopped herself on the lounge table (employees were not supposed to sit on the tables, but Ziggy wasn't a snitch), kicking her legs idly as she spun the sad corporate tale. "As you should know, our parent company almost went bankrupt last year and got bought out by Raynforest, which was like a whole big thing at the time, but it didn't mean much for us because the agreement between the companies was that franchised stores would continue operating. But now, word on the street is that Raynforest is planning to shut down all of the General Goods Super Stores due to declining profits- which is ironic because Raynforest Primary with free shipping is basically what put the GGSS company out of business in the first place."

"What?" Ziggy furrowed his brow. Declining profits? He had trouble believing that. If the store was doing so badly, why was he stuck stocking so many shelves? "That doesn't make any sense, hordes of people come through here every day, the store must be rolling in cash."

"Not really how it works dude," Kimiko gave him a pitying look. "If the company goes down, the store goes with it. Why do you think all of these businesses have been closing lately? Retail is dying."

"But- but where will the customers go?" Ziggy asked. An unfamiliar feeling piercing his normally impenetrable shell of nonchalance- anxiety. Where will I go?

"The internet," Kimiko shrugged, apparently nonplussed by the looming specter of unemployment. "That's the future."

Ziggy glanced around at the concrete walls of the store- usually they felt like a prison, but at that moment, they were starting to feel very fragile. General Goods Super Store was the only job Ziggy had ever had, and while he didn't pretend to like it, he was at least used to it. Sure work was hell but the thought of it going away was… worrisome.

And then, as if things weren't bad enough, Devon showed up.

The handsome young man came through the door to the shop floor looking as prim and proper as ever- shirt starched, hair perfectly styled, and broad chest held high with confidence -and suddenly every female employee loitering about became very occupied with prettying themselves up. This included Kimiko, who shamelessly tugged her top down to expose a bit more cleavage and began twirling a lock of hair with one hand while blocking Ziggy's attempts to elbow her in the ribs with the other.

"Hey Devon!" she called over to him, batting her eyelashes in his direction. "How are you doing this morning?"

"Looking forwards to another great day at work," Devon said- and for all Ziggy knew, the fucker actually meant it. The guy often bragged about how he ran three miles every morning before work, unlike Ziggy, who could barely roll out of bed without coffee. "And how are you doing today Kimiko?"

"I'm doing amazing Devon," Kimiko purred, leaning in closer and giving him a pat on his muscular shoulder that lasted just long enough to register as friendly rather than harassment. If Devon noticed the way Kimiko was drooling all over him, he didn't comment on it, which just egged her on. "I can't wait to see you and Ziggy do the big presentation today. He's been telling me all about how excited he is to get the chance to get hands on with you!"

"I'm sure he has," Devon flashed Kimiko a grin that left her swooning, but when he turned to Ziggy, the smile dropped off his face like he'd flicked a switch. His eyes gave the slacker a quick, clinical once-over, and his lips tightened judgmentally. "That's what you're wearing?"

"I know, right? These uniforms are ugly as hell," Ziggy tugged the hem of his shirt out and glanced down at the unflattering puke green thing with a grimace. "But it's my work shirt, and we're at work, so…"

"You couldn't have ironed it?" Devon said, his voice strained like the sight of wrinkles was causing him physical pain, and he winced when he noticed a stain above one of Ziggy's ribs. "Or at least washed it?"

"There was an emergency," Ziggy shrugged- the emergency, of course, being that he didn't want to do that shit. But Devon was not placated.

"You're representing the General Goods Super Store brand today, would it kill you to put a little effort into your appearance?" he snapped, muscles tight with frustration. Without asking, he reached over and tugged at the hem of Ziggy's shirt, trying to no avail to tug the wrinkles out. Ziggy and Kimiko exchanged incredulous looks, but neither of them tried to stop him. "You're going to make us look bad."

"Hey, I wasn't hired for my looks," Ziggy winked and flicked one of Devon's pecs, smiling at the way it shook- he normally wouldn't be so bold, but hey, Devon had gotten in his space first. "That's what we have Corporate Kiss-Ass Ken for."

"Corporate Kiss-Ass WHAT?" Devon asked with a gasp, seeming more affronted about being compared to a fashion doll than being poked in the tit. For a second Ziggy thought he'd finally goaded the asshole into a breakdown, but before Mount Devon could erupt, he just took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "Whatever, look, just- this is a really important presentation today and I don't want you fucking it up, okay? Please be on your best behavior."

Ziggy smiled his buttery smile. "I'm always on my best behavior."

"That's what worries me…" Devon muttered, giving Ziggy another weary once-over, before wearily resigning himself to the fact that this really was as good as it was going to get. He clenched his jaw in frustration, which gave him a sort of sexy brooding look, and Ziggy once again lamented how unfair it was that the guy could look so good while being such a tool.

"Hey, need I remind you that me doing the presentation was your brilliant idea?" Ziggy pointed out, unwilling to take all the blame unfairly. "Gotta say dude, your fancy college education is failing you if these are the types of plans you come up with."

And that was the big red button that would always set Devon off- the guy lived and breathed the grind, so insulting his business savvy was tantamount to blasphemy. Ziggy leaned back casually in a lackadaisical way that he just knew would piss Devon off and watched with amusement as Devon's face grew flushed and his chest heaved up and down as he did deep breathing exercises to try and control his temper. He might have even succeeded too, if Ziggy hadn't scraped some earwax out of his ear and wiped it on the hem of his shirt.

Devon grabbed Ziggy by the collar and yanked him close, glaring down at the shorter boy with fire in his eyes; this would have been intimidating had Ziggy been making eye contact instead of not so subtly checking out Devon's arms. The strain of holding the slacker up up was putting his muscular biceps on full display, and Ziggy had a great view of them from his position dangling from Devon's fists. I should do this more often, he thought to himself.

"Listen here you little-" Devon began, but he abruptly cut himself off and a smile appeared on his face. "Good morning Shondra! Lovely to see you."

It was a little bit freaky to see how quickly he switched from mad to model employee, but Ziggy didn't have time to contemplate what he'd seen before he was dropped to the floor and spun around to face Shondra, who had apparently entered the employee lounge at some point during their banter. Devon wrapped his arm around Ziggy and pulled him close, clearly trying to make it seem like the two of them were buddies and NOT like he had just been threatening another employee, and it was a bit unfair of him to use his superior strength to trap the smaller boy under his armpit… but hey, Ziggy wasn't complaining.

The pageantry was a bit pointless though as Shondra just smiled at them like she hadn't noticed anything- she never did. As a rule, Ziggy hated corporate overlords and middle managers for being useless leeches who were destroying society, but Shondra was chill. A petite, plus size black woman with neat braids, in the two decades that she'd been running the store, no one had ever seen her without a smile- according to legend, an armed robber had once held her at gunpoint and she'd still asked him if he was having a nice day. Ziggy wasn't sure how many managers would put up with a lax guy like him, but Shondra seemed content to leave him to his own devices as long as he didn't push the envelope too far, so Ziggy made sure to respect her in turn.

"Good morning team! Devon, Kimiko, Ezekiel," she chirped- she always used Ziggy's full name, but he didn't really mind because he felt like it gave him a bit of distance from her. He didn't owe his boss the real him. "Is everyone excited for the big day?"

"I'm excited for every day working here," Devon beamed his pearly whites, and Kimiko also gave a smile and an enthusiastic nod. Shondra's eyes rested on Ziggy, unblinking, until he managed to offer up a grunt that seemed to appease her. She reached up and fixed the collar of his shirt (which had been made crooked when Devon manhandled him) and smiled at her handiwork when she was done. "It's going to be another super day at the Super Store."

Ziggy risked an eye roll, which Shondra luckily missed because Kimiko (never one to miss her chance to get the gossip) had snatched their boss's attention.

"Hey Shondra, I heard someone saying that Raynforest wants to shut down all of their retail locations," she asked nonchalantly. "Is the store in trouble?"

"Oh don't you listen to those rumors," Shondra waved her hand, brushing away invisible worries, and there was a warm look in her eyes as she gazed around the room. Ziggy had never seen someone appear so fond of stucco walls and linoleum floors. "I've kept this store going through a recession, a pandemic, two hurricanes, four warehouse fires, too many boycotts to count, and a Hooters opening up across the street. This store is like family to me, and I take care of my family. Every person here is valuable- even Ezekiel." Then she winked at him (to his confusion) and clapped her hands together. "Speaking of which, are you boys excited about the big product demonstration?"

Ziggy plastered on a smile. "Is there any other choice?"

"He's very excited," Devon jumped in, his arm tightening around Ziggy like a vice as he tried to squeeze the insubordination out of the smaller boy. He shook his unwilling companion with a bit more force than was necessary, and Ziggy forced himself to keep grinning. "And so am I! It's always a pleasure when we get the chance to go above and beyond to help the store. Hopefully there will be more opportunities like this in the future!"

Ziggy coughed into his fist. "Suck-up."

With a smile on his face, Devon angled his head away from Shondra and leaned in close to Ziggy. "I'd call you a dead end loser," he whispered through his teeth, so close Ziggy could feel the man's breath on the shell of his ear. "But that would be unprofessional. Don't fuck this up, okay?"

Kimiko jumped in. "Well I'm excited to watch, I think it's so cool we're getting a-" she paused and gave a theatrical tilt of her head. "-what did you say it was Shondra? Ziggy told me earlier, but it's slipped my mind."

"Very sneaky Kimiko," Shondra wagged her finger. "But I haven't told anyone yet, not even Ziggy and Devon, and it's going to stay that way until it's unveiled."

"Wait, for real?" Bewildered, Ziggy looked sidelong at Devon, who just shook his head. "Aren't we supposed to be demonstrating? Don't we need to like… know what it is?"

"Don't you worry about that, I've taken care of everything! I made a vision board," she said, as if that explained anything. Then, seeming to sense Ziggy's continued hesitation, her smile softened to something a bit more understanding and she leaned in closer, placing one hand on his shoulder, and the other on Devon's. Ziggy squirmed uncomfortably. "I know, I know, all this secrecy is way too much, but it's important that the customers see your real reactions to what we're offering. We only get one chance to make a first impression and I think you two-" She glanced between the odd couple of young men, then a strange giggle bubbled out of her throat. "Oh, you two are going to be just perfect! I've got a good feeling about this."

Ziggy was feeling increasingly worse, but the iron grip around his shoulders and the relentless charm offensive being blasted in his face left him with no choice but to smile weakly and offer a thumbs up. Above him, Devon was chattering on to Shondra about something or other, but Ziggy couldn't be bothered to listen to whatever that was- instead he shot Kimiko a look that screamed "help me!"

When asking Kimiko for anything, the odds were 50/50 that she'd make things worse just to be funny, but it seemed she was feeling gracious (or at least, sorry for Ziggy) because she tapped their manager on the shoulder.

"Oh by the way Shondra, I just wanted to compliment you on the decorations out front," Kimiko smiled sweetly. "I like how subtle and minimalist all of the decorations are- not too many balloons."

"Not too many balloons? You don't think there's enough balloons?" Shondra gasped, and her head whipped towards the front of the store. "Sorry team, I'd love to stay and chat, but this is an emergency. I'll see you all at the presentation."

Shondra turned on her heels and began scurrying away to address the urgent decor crisis, and Ziggy sighed with relief at having survived another interaction with his manager without losing his job. Now that there was no one watching, he tried to tug himself out of Devon's grip, but that turned out to be unnecessary as the bigger boy practically tossed him to the side like a piece of rubbish and darted off after Shondra without sparing either of his coworkers a second glance.

Kimiko and Ziggy stared at the way his round ass bounced in his khakis as he jogged away, and the two sighed in unison.

"It is such a shame that all that-" Kimiko made a lewd motion with her hands. "-is wasted on all that."

Ziggy nodded in agreement. "Such an ass does not deserve such an ass."

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Balloons, streamers, and eyesore signs had been hung throughout the store in celebration, but the centerpiece of the event had mysteriously appeared in the store overnight: a large something covered in a tarp and surrounded by rope barriers. As the two lucky volunteers, Ziggy and Devon had been allowed to stand behind the ropes, but when Ziggy tried to peek beneath the tarp, he'd been rudely manhandled by a private security guard from the Raynforest Corp. (figured that they had their own private militia) who told him that whatever was beneath it was top secret, and he would be in breach of several contracts if he tried that again.

"It's not that serious," Ziggy mumbled, but he couldn't deny that all the secrecy just made him more curious than ever. And he was not alone in that.

Apparently word about the new service had been buzzing around town for weeks, and the aura of mystery around all the proceedings had was better advertising than all the fliers and e-mail blasts in the world- this was the kind of foot traffic reserved for major holidays and video game console releases, and all of them would get to see Ziggy be humiliated.

Contrary to popular belief, the slacker did have some sense of shame- it was all well and good to do a shitty job when no one was looking and no one cared, but in front of a giant ass crowd? His options were behave like a trained chimp or look like a stupid ape, and he wasn't thrilled with either choice. (His primate of choice was those monkeys that spent all day sitting in hot springs, but of course, that was more of a pipe dream.)

He took small solace in the fact that most eyes were not on him- not with Devon was standing right there by his side, back ramrod straight and a cheesy smile plastered on his perfectly symmetrical face. Ziggy suspected that half the people there had no clue there was even a product demonstration set to happen and just wanted an excuse to stare at the store's resident beefcake, who was practically glowing from all the attention. The boy exuded confidence like he was born to be in front of a crowd- or to be a model on The Price Is Right, Ziggy snickered to himself.

The contrast between the two was almost comical, with Devon's tall, strapping figure easily dwarfing Ziggy's twiggy form, and Ziggy once again wondered why he was there. He hunched over and tried to blend in to the background, but a sharp elbow in the rib made him flinch and glare over at Devon, who shot back a dirty look. Straighten up, the taller boy mouthed, puffing his chest out, and Ziggy rolled his eyes. Ziggy barely had a chest to puff out, and if Devon wanted him to go straight, he'd be waiting a while.

There was also a random redheaded woman in a waiting behind the rope barriers standing next to Shondra, tapping her foot impatiently as she glanced at her watch- Ziggy had no clue who she was (based on her power suit, she was some kind of executive) or what she was doing there, but since nothing about the situation had been explained to him, this was par for the course.

Then, at 10:30 on the dot, Shondra stepped up to the microphone and smiled at the crowd.

"Good morning everyone, thank you so much for coming out! It really does mean the world to us." She placed her hand over her heart and nodded with such seriousness that Ziggy let out a snort, which he turned disguised as a cough when Devon side-eyed him. "It means a lot to us because the General Goods Super Store has been serving this wonderful community for the fifty seven years now, and by being here today, you're helping to keep that tradition alive. Give yourselves a round of applause!"

Scattered claps came from the unenthusiastic crowd, but to her credit, Shondra's smile didn't dim. If anything, her grin got wider, as if she could supply the energy that the crowd was lacking all by herself, and her voice rang out through the space with vigor.

"That's right folks, for fifty seven years, the GGSS has been your one stop to shop for anything and everything, and we've always worked hard to keep up with your needs. Since the store opened we've added a food court, a cafe, a pharmacy, an optometrist, an in-house designer, and for a brief period in the '90s, a psychic! But the world has been changing even faster than we have, and now we're living in an age of convenience, where people can get any products they want delivered right to their house at the click of a button. So now it's time for us to change again."

"So, else can the GGSS offer? What more can we do for you? I have a vision board in my office where I hang up pictures of all the things that make this store great, all the things that the customers love, and when I looked to it for inspiration, the answer hit me. Websites have everything, right? But what they don't have is people. Human beings you can walk up to and talk to, face to face, and form a connection with. And that's what our new, exclusively in-store service is all about: people, connecting with other people, but in a whole new way."

The room watched with bated breath as Shondra waved at the security guards and they grabbed the top of the tarp, gasps filling the room as they ripped it off to reveal… something? There was a beat of confused silence as everyone just stared at the strange contraption- the mystery service apparently involved a sleek tube of green plastic resembling a skinny fire hydrant (emblazoned with the Raynforest logo) with two metal prongs sticking out the side, each tipped with some kind of rubber ball. Ziggy couldn't make heads or tails of it, and from the confused whispers he heard around the room, it seemed like everyone else was in the same boat.

"I present to you, the Swap Station!" Shondra announced, though this did little to allay the confusion of the crowd. "Our store has been chosen to launch the pilot program of this revolutionary piece of technology that has been developed by our generous parent company Raynforest!" She gestured to the redheaded woman and paused for applause that didn't come, and Ziggy held back his laughter. The manager continued unphased. "At the Swap Station, we'll be able to offer a completely new kind of experience- the experience of walking in someone else's shoes. Starting tomorrow, anyone will be able to walk into the store, fill out some paperwork, and use this machine right here to switch bodies with another person!"

That got the crowd's attention, and chatter erupted throughout the room. Body swaps had been in the news for months since Bod+E went public, but the app and its clientele made swapping seem like a thing for hip, trendy Silicone Valley types- seeing it offered at the local super store was shocking, to say the least, and no one was more shocked than Devon and Ziggy.

The two boys locked eyes and for a moment, both rivals were on the same page and thinking the exact same thing: What the fuck?

Shondra's voice cut above the din of the crowd and interrupted his thoughts. "Swapping with other people is easy and fun- and what better way to prove that than with a demonstration?" She threw her arm out and gestured towards the two young men who were standing behind her. "Everyone give a big round of applause for two of the GGSS's favorite employees, Devon and Ezekiel!"

And that was their cue.

"I can't believe this," Devon muttered beneath his breath, eyes darting around the room nervously. Checking for exits maybe? All of the bravado he'd had earlier seemed to have deserted him but his ironclad professionalism wouldn't let him run, so shuffled jerkily forwards like he was on autopilot with Ziggy in tow.

"I know, right?" Ziggy clapped one hand onto Devon's back and used it to shove him towards their marks, grinning at how their roles had been reversed. At how their roles would literally be reversed. "She called me one of our favorite employees."

There were two small "X" marks made of tape on the floor on either side of the Swap Station and Ziggy deposited the catatonic Devon at one, then assumed his position on the other. Ziggy waved to the crowd and threw Shondra a thumbs up, which Devon weakly mirrored. With a smile, Shondra continued, babbling on about how the device could help "bridge the gap" between even the most different of people, but neither Devon or Ziggy were really listening. They just stared at each other, thinking, with the Swap Station looming ominously between them.

Ziggy could do basic math, he could figure out what one body swapping device plus two volunteers equaled. He and Devon were going to have their Freaky Friday moment in front of all these people, and Ziggy felt… excited. He looked his annoying coworker up and down, eyeing his huge biceps, his strong jaw, the swell of his ass against the back of his pants, and he licked his lips. Devon was staring back at him, giving him his own once-over, but the queasy look on his face made it clear that his thoughts were far less rosy.

Back in reality, Shondra had introduced two scientists (a tall, skinny white man and a short, chubby Indian man) who would be walking them through the process of using the device. It was easy, Shondra explained- once the system was set up, all that users had to do was press their hands to the two receptors and let the machine do the rest.

"But why don't we show you?" Shondra winked at the crowd. "Boys?"

And then all eyes were on Devon and Ziggy, the two polar opposite employees standing on opposite sides of the Swap Station. Ziggy didn't hesitate and his hands curled around the ball in front of him, his skin tingling where it touched the rubber. Mere electricity? Or excitement? Perhaps a bit of both. Despite the crowds and the strangeness of the situation, Ziggy wasn't nervous at all- which was more than could be said for Devon, who was standing struck like a deer in the headlights. The second thoughts running through his head were written all over his face as he looked nervously between Ziggy and the rubber ball, but Shondra jumped in before the pause could stretch too long.

"Oh, looks like Devon here needs a little encouragement," she teased, waving her arms at the crowd. "Come on folks, show him some love! Clap your hands if you wanna see this baby in action!"

The crowd burst out into a mixture of applause and jeers, a not-insignificant number of people yelling at them to get on with it, and Devon swallowed. As much as it tickled Ziggy to see his rival acting like such a pussy, he was eager to get this show on the road, so he did what he knew best- he pushed the guy's buttons.

Scared? he mouthed to Devon, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge, and that seemed to be the push Devon needed to find his spine again. The young man straightened up and waved to the crowd, flashing them a cheesy smile, and then placed both of his hands on the rubber receptor of the Swap Station.

Switching bodies felt like having his brain squeezed through a tube of toothpaste while being spun around like a top, but without any pain, pressure, or dizziness, just… an out-of-body sensation that was so trippy it made Ziggy space out for a second, so he couldn't quite pinpoint the moment when everything changed. There was a weird tingling sensation in his eyes and he blinked a few times to chase it off, and when his vision readjusted, he was looking into a mirror, except the mirror was moving without him and the angle was all wrong and…

Holy shit.

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Summer TF: Dad’s At Camp

Mac:

*Yawn* “Good Morning Dad,” I say walking out of my room from just waking up.

“Good Morning! Son hehe,” says my dad snickering.

“What’s so funny?,” I ask him.

“Oh nothing!,” he adds taking a sip of his coffee and then making a grossed out face.

“Okay… you feeling okay dad?”

“Oh yeah! Never better! Your brother got picked up at camp. He was being such a brat!!”

“I mean he didn’t seem like he wanted to go so I’m not surprised,” I say back.

“Oh yeahhhh he DEFINITELY didn’t want to go,” he says giggling again.

“Okay. You’re laughing again and it’s weirding me out. What’s going on?”

Dad sits down his coffee and leans in, he says in a whisper, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah dad of course.”

“I’m not dad!! It’s me Josh!”

I rolled my eyes, that’s so stupid! Why would my dad claim to be my little brother?

“Ugh, Dad— come on now, what’s going on? Is this like a midlife crisis???”

“Nooo Mac!!! It’s me Josh!”

“Prove it!,” I say back sternly.

“Remember when you broke dad’s trophy and you told me thst you blamed the neighbor’s cat!”

“Okay well Josh could have every well told you about that.”

“Ummmm…. Remember last night, you saw me walking around and asked me what I was doing up and I told you I was going to the bathroom?”

“Uhh yeah…,” I say back.

“Well… that was a lie… I actually went to dad’s room and used this magical thingy. It swap us! He’s in my body and I’m his! He woke up this morning and totally freaked out! I just pretended like I had no clue what happened and then he had to go to camp as me… actually I made him,” he says with a big grin.

That’s pretty elaborate to be a fake story… but I need evidence.

“Well show me this magical thingy… ,” I say to him.

Dad or possible Josh hops up and runs a lot like Josh to the back. He comes up and shows me what looks like a remote control.

“So you did with this?,” I ask him.

“Yep!”

“Fine, let’s try it!”

“Here let me show you!”

He clicks a button and aims at me. One second I’m looking at dad and then the next— IM LOOKING AT MYSELF!!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Cool right?”

I a panic I hit the button and am immediately brought back to my body.

“Awww man! I wanted to try your body out too!,” he say to me.

“Wow… you’re actually Josh…”

“Yep it’s me!”

“Josh… that’s uhhh crazy… yet strangely awesome?”

“So you’ll keep this a secret?,” he begs me.

“ Well yeah! Sides who’s going to believe any of this…,” I say back.

“YAY! Soooo what should we do?,” asks Josh.

“Hmmm… wait, if you’re dad that’s means you have his stuff, right?”

“Yep!”

“Including his wallet?,” I say with a mischievous smirk.

“I think so!”

“Then let’s go shopping!”

“Ohhhh that’s a good idea!!!”

I tell Josh to hurry up and put some clothes on. We go shopping for hours. I get a new phone, Josh gets his video games he’s been wanting.

It’s so funny watching him navigate dad’s body, a little clumsy since he’s not used to dad’s size. But watching him, I can’t help but laugh. To me, the way he’s carrying dad’s body is so Joshy-like.

We eventually get home and Josh immediately pulls off his shirt and shoes… he flops on the couch and I can immediately smell his feet.

Josh is notorious on not wearing socks— and with the heat along with dad’s big feet…

“Josh, your feet reek Buddy!”

“Do they?,” Josh grabs dad’s foot and takes big sniff of it. He grins and I watch him adjust dad’s junk.

“You may wanna wash up,” I say to him.

“Ughhhh…. Do I have to???”

“I mean if you’re going to be Dad you’re going to have to take care of his body,” I say back.

“Fine!”

“You go wash up, I’ll order us lunch.”

I start to look up restaurants and see dad’s cell go off.

I grab it and answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Benson?,” I hear a male voice say over the phone.

“Um… he’s a little busy right now. Can I leave a message?,” I say back.

“Well actually maybe you can help me. His son is here at our camp. Says he’s sick and wants to go home, now I really think it’s just a case of home sickness. But it may help if someone who knows him tells him he’ll be okay.”

“Oh! Well I’m his older brother…”

“Oh great here give me one second…”

I feel nervous just thinking about what dad’s going to say to me…

“Hi,” I hear Josh’s voice say.

“Hey bud! It’s Mac, how’s camp going?”

“MAC! You got to get me out of here! Listen, I only have like a minute and I know this is going to sound crazy but it’s dad! Somehow I woke up this morning as Josh and now I’m here at this camp… and—”

“Josh, you don’t have to make up a story for me,” I say interrupting.

“NO MAC! I’m telling you the truth!!,” he says more aggressively.

“It’s okay! Listen, camp is going to be fun! Just enjoy it! Dad and I will see you next week!”

Before dad could say anything else, I hang up the phone.

Boyyy he’s going to be pissed when he gets back here!

Meanwhile…

Josh:

Today has been a blast!!! I’m so glad that Mac is cool with me being dad! We had soooo much fun!

Especially walking into stores, so many people would call me ‘sir’ and are sooo friendly! I feel powerful being this big!

And I’ve noticed something, dad’s body outside of his size is pretty different from mine.

I kept having this strange feeling in my pants. Like it started this morning when I first woke up. Dad’s big weiner keeps getting hard.

Like I felt it move around when I was smelling his big stinky feet!! And whats weird is that I really like it! It feels kinda good!

I kick off dad’s undies and I looked down at daddy’s naked body. I touch his tummy and then his weiner.

It feels so good just touching it….

I turn on the water and sit on the toilet. I grab his foot and rub it on daddy’s face. It tickles feeling daddy’s beard.

I love daddy’s feet… I even like the stinky smell! I give his foot a kiss before sitting it down.

I hop into the shower and the warm water feels good.

I start with washing daddy’s hairy butt and then moved to the front. I run soap all over and when I get down to his junk… I kinda just stopped washing and played with his weiner.

I tug on it and notice how good it feels… I do it over and over again!

I wonder if Mac does this with his…

I tug faster as I put shampoo in daddy’s hair. I look down at daddy’s feet…. His feet…

I think about the smell and how it felt rubbing it on daddy’s face. And that’s when it happened!

I felt all of daddy’s body tighten… I let out a loud roar! His weiner started to spray all over the shower!!!

I nearly fall to the ground from how good it felt!

Once I felt like I could get off the floor, I finished washing daddy’s body.

I dry off and head out to the kitchen.

Mac says, “so we’re doing Chinese for lunch.”

“Yummy!!! Hey Mac, can I ask you something?,” I say dropping dad’s towel.

Mac:

Oh my god! Josh is standing in front of me naked in dad’s body and just explained to me that he jerked off without knowing.

“Josh, buddy that is normal but something really private,” I say to him.

“Really? Well how do you do it? I just kept tugging like this…,” Josh shows me on dad’s body and I feel all kinds of weird.

Especially since watching him tug on dad’s semi flaccid dick started to give me a hard on.

“I just don’t know if I’m doing it right,” he says to me.

“I mean I don’t know if there is a right way…”

“Well can you show me how you do it?”

I gulp. “Uhhh like this,” I say gesturing in the air.

“No come here!,” Josh grabs my hand and forces it on dad’s junk.

I grasp it… holy crap… I stroke it and he says, “ohhhh that feels better! Keep doing it!,” he says with a smile.

“Well no I shouldn’t…”

“PLEASE!!!”

“Josh, I can’t!”

He looks down at my crotch and says, “well let me try it on you.”

Josh reaches into my pants and pulls out my dick.

“Oh I like yours!,” he says fondling it in dad’s masculine hands. It feels so good…

I try to pull back but Josh starts stroking it… I let out a moan.

Josh using my dick pulls me and says, “follow me!”

We go to dad’s room and he says, “is this okay Mac?”

“No, I’m sorry Josh. We should probably stop…”

“Awww man!”

“Or wait… I got an idea.”

I grab the device from earlier. I swap the two of us.

“Go up to my room. We shouldn’t do this together, I’ll be in dad’s room.”

“Wow! Thanks Mac!!,” he says from my body.

Josh runs out and I look down at dad’s massive dick.

“Fuck… this is so wrong!”

7 Days Later:

That first day, I jerked off too many times to count. Josh and I never switched back. Im still in dad’s body and he’s still in mine.

He really enjoys being me and I’ve really enjoyed having dad’s body. It’s so strange, I never thought I’d feel this comfortable being an older guy— especially my own dad!But I love so much about this body. The strength and power this body has, the way others look at me.

And I’ve even hooked up with a few guys this week. All of them 20 something, handsome. Kind of guys who wouldn’t give me the time of day from my skinny body.

Josh, spends ALOT of time in my room. Which I can only assume what he’s doing in there. Other than the first day, we’ve respected each other’s boundaries.

Josh’s only request is that he wants to give me daily foot massages.

You know what, I get it. Dad’s got some nice feet. I’ve hooked up with a couple of guys who begged me to let them worship these feet. And hell— I find myself staring at his toes.

And now the worst part— today’s the day dad’s coming back from camp…

He’s going to be so surprised when he sees his body pull up in his car. I didn’t bring Josh with me.

A few minutes and I see a bus unloading. Dad comes running over grinning.

“What the fuck?,” I say softly.

He hops into the car and says, “You learned to drive??!”

“No lol, it’s me— Mac.”

“Mac??? You’re in my body??,” he says with a smirk.

“Yep.”

“Did Josh do this?”

“Nope, my idea. He’s in my body and neither of us want to swap back soon.”

“Really? Well, that’s funny because I think I want to stay this way for awhile as well,” he says back.

“Really???”

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. And I don’t want to go back to work so— best of luck with that!”

“Well, I guess you’ll be Josh, Josh will be me, and I’ll be you?”

“Yep that’s right dad!,” he says to me.

We both laugh and head back home!

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A Stepfather’s Wish To Be Closer

(Original Story posted July 13th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

“Have fun partying with your friends kiddo.” Brian called to his stepson from the couch with that trademark smirk of his. “Just don’t get yourself into any trouble alright.” He warned before turning his attention back to the TV.

Sam couldn’t help rolling his eyes a little. “Yes Brian I know. I’m 21 now, you know.” He huffed while trying to avert his gaze from his stepdad’s almost naked body.

Brain had always been rather comfortable around the house when it was just him and his stepson, frequently opting to strut around or sit in nothing but a pair of tight briefs that clung to his ass and bulge. The sight of which had been the cause of many erections and secret jerk offs for Sam. The 21 year old knew it was wrong to get so turned on by his own step father all the time but he just couldn’t help it. After all, Brian was the walking definition of a Dilf! A hot silver fox daddy with some impressive muscle on his frame and a hefty bulge to top it off. Sam had been crushing on the older man ever since he’d married Sam’s mom and even still now after she passed away. He tried to bury these taboo feelings he’d developed but it was almost impossible when Brain constantly put himself on display like this. Brian likely didn’t even realise the effect he was having on his step son but still…

“I’m well aware. You just never know with these college parties.” The silver haired stud replied. “Now go. Get out there and enjoy yourself.” He shooed Sam off with a chuckle and a wave of his hand.

As he watched his stepson leave through the front door, Brian couldn’t help but sigh. He loved the kid like he was his own but for some reason he could just never find a way to properly bond with Sam. He always tried to involve Sam in his interests like fishing and archery but the kid never seemed that into it. He got the feeling Sam just went along with it to be nice. Of course Brian would try to get into Sam’s interests as well but most of that included online games and what not, stuff Brian never found much interest in. Sure they sat down together and watched tv or movies from time to time but Brian just wished they had more in common so he could really connect with Sam. After all, his stepson was the only real connection he had left to his late wife. Yet he was starting to wonder if they were just too different from one another to have anything more meaningful.

He paused the show he was watching and pushed himself off up from the couch. After a quick stretch he made his way out of the living room and trudged up the stairs towards the bathroom. Once there he switched on the tap and splashed his face with some cool water before glancing up at the mirror before him. He lent on the sink a little as he gazed into his reflection. Seeing his own face staring back at him through the glass tossed his mind back to a conversation he’d overheard at work. Two of his colleagues had been chatting about some kind of urban legend. Something to do with a man that had strange magical powers who was capable of granting any wish. Apparently one could summon the magician just by muttering his name three times in front of a mirror.

He didn’t know why exactly he did it. It’s not as if he actually believed in myths or superstitions like that. Yet he couldn’t help letting his curiosity get the better of him. “Wavell, Wavell… Wavell” he muttered towards the glass and… nothing. Of course. He hung his head in embarrassment for even trying something so silly. He was 52 years old for god sake!

“You know… usually when people do that they say ‘Mr Wavell’. It’s a little more polite.” A startling voice came from behind.

Brian’s eyes snapped back up at the mirror to see he wasn’t the only man in the reflection anymore. Behind him stood another man who looked to be a similar age to him. Silver hair, salt and pepper beard, piercing… purple eyes? Immediately Brian whipped around, trying not to freak out as came face to face with person he’d just summoned. “A-are you… the wizard?” His heart was beating a mile a minute with both fear and astonishment, not quite believing the words that’d just come out of his mouth.

The man nodded his head. “Yes I suppose. Though I usually call myself a warlock to be honest. Sounds a little more powerful even if not entirely accurate…” There was an awkward silence for a moment before Wavell spoke up again. “So. Is there any particular reason you decided to chant my name? I was just about to sit down for a meal with my boyfriend so whatever this is, it needs to be snappy.”

Brian had no idea how to respond. His mind was still trying to process what was happening. Trying to comprehend the truth of the supernatural being’s existence. He could only gaze upon the handsome, well dressed man before him in utter disbelief.

Wavell shook his head. “Alright I get it. This is a lot for most people but I don’t have time for this so…” he reached out and placed his hands gently on the temples of Brian’s head before pushing into his mind searching through his memories and desires. “Ah. There we go.” He said happily as he let go of Brian. “Seems one of your greatest desires right now is to be closer to your stepson. Compared to other people who’ve attempted to summon me, that's actually sort of sweet.” He hummed as he stepped back again before placing his hands on his hips. “And you know, I have a sneaking suspicion that your stepson wants to be closer to you as well.” He added though the implications of which were lost on Brian at the moment. “But how am I gonna make a desire like that come true?” Wavell thought for a moment as he looked Brian up and down, taking in his bulky build and manly chest hair among other attributes that stuck out to him. This man was a Dilf; he knew that much. “Ahhhh I know…” Wavell stated somewhat ominously.

The warlock reaches out yet again but this time Brian pulls back a little. “W-what’re you gonna do? You’re not gonna hurt me right?”

“Hurt you? Now why would I do something like that?” Wavell held out his arms nice and wide. “A gorgeous man such as yourself? I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Now come here and give me a hug, big guy.” With those words a faint purple glow seemed to emit from Wavell’s body before reaching out for Brian.

Brian’s fear and anxiety suddenly began to subside as his brain was overwhelmed by Wavell’s intoxicating aura. A wave of invisible energy the warlock naturally exuded that flowed into Brian’s body and quelled any negative emotions swirling around inside him. Brian didn’t even realise he was moving closer to Wavell until the suited man had already wrapped him up in a soothing embrace. It was the greatest hug he’d ever received in his life. One that filled his body with such warmth that he didn’t think he could pull away. It wasn’t long before Brain gave in and melted against Wavell’s lean frame as he wrapped his own thick arms around the wizard. His meaty build pressing tightly against the warlock’s pristine suit.

As the pair embraced, Wavell slowly inched his hands down Brian’s wide back. Going past his impressive lats and towards his lower back until his hands rested just above Brian’s ass. “I think I just figured out the perfect way for you and your son to be so much closer.” Wavell’s hands continued to drift further down until they rested on Brian’s thick ass. He made sure to give it a good squeeze through the tight briefs he was wearing. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes…” Brian mumbled, enjoying the feeling of another man groping his ass far more than he ever thought he would.

Then, without another word, Wavell groped Brian’s ass one last time upon activating his spell. Immediately they were surrounded in a bright violet light that caused Brian to moan out in ecstasy. He felt as though somehow his body was shrinking down in a way as he lost control of his limbs. It was an indescribable feeling that he had no idea how to process. All he knew was that whatever was happening to him felt amazing.

When the light faded, Wavell was left standing by himself and holding nothing but the pair of briefs Brian had been wearing mere moments ago. “See? That didn’t hurt one bit did it?” Wavell said to the briefs before bringing them up to his face and giving the crotch a quick sniff. “Mmmm you smell good Brian. I just know your stepson isn’t going to be able to resist when he finds you.” From an outside perspective Wavell would’ve looked insane talking to a pair of briefs. However in reality the soul and essence of Brian had been compressed down into the very pair briefs he’d been wearing. In short, Wavell turned Brian into his own underwear!

“Now. Let’s put you somewhere that stepson of yours is sure to find you…”

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Sam arrived home some hours later. The party had gone on rather late and he didn’t get home until 4:00am. Naturally he assumed his stepdad was fast asleep in bed so he closed the front door as quietly as possible before tiptoeing through the house. He made his way up the stairs when he noticed something strange. The door to his stepdad's bedroom was open ajar. He knew Brian always closed it when he went to bed so Sam couldn’t help finding this a tiny bit odd. Any normal person would’ve just shrugged it off but he just couldn’t help seeing this as an opportunity to perv on his sleeping stepdad a little…

When he opened the door further however, Sam was confused to find that his stepdad was nowhere to be seen. The bed was completely empty. In fact it didn’t even look as though it’d been slept in at all. It was odd for sure. He couldn’t think where his stepdad would’ve gone at this time in the morning…

“Brian?? Are you here?” Sam whispered through the hallways just in case his stepdad was lurking around somewhere but alas he got no response. Eventually he resigned to just head to bed. Whatever Brian was up to, Sam knew better than to worry. Right now all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep. Maybe that way he could at least have a pervy dream about his step dad if he’s lucky.

He made his way back to his own bedroom and flicked on the light. Naturally everything was as he left it… except for one thing. A pair of familiar briefs laid on his bed. But they weren’t his briefs. Sam always wore boxer briefs, not to mention the ones on the bed looked a size too big for him. “Are those?…” He moved closer to the bed before picking up the briefs. His suspicion was right. These were the exact briefs Brian had been wearing earlier today before Sam left! But why were they in his room and why did they feel strangely heavy in a way…

It was then that a sly grin spread across Sam’s face. He had no idea why his stepdad had left these here but he certainly wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get a whiff of Brian’s scent. Without another thought, Sam dug his nose into the briefs and inhaled deeply. The smell of his hot stepdad’s cock and balls filling his nose and infiltrating his senses. He’d pulled some of Brian’s clothes out of the hamper before but the scent was never as fresh as this. It was almost as if Brian was still wearing them!

Sam went to town sniffing away at his stepdad’s underwear like they’d been gifted to him from the heavens. That was until an even better idea crossed his mind. Pretty soon the young gay college boy was stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile in the corner of his room. Once he was totally naked he licked his lips with anticipation before stepping into the very same pair of briefs Brian had been wearing not long ago. Feeling the soft, inviting fabric slid up his legs and over his ass until they were secure in position. Sam’s cock now sat exactly where Brian’s had been. Just the thought had him hard as fuck and stretching out the pouch.

Moments after however, Sam felt a strange presence pushing its way inside his body. As if some invisible force were filling him up from the inside. It was hard to even comprehend but it wasn’t painful, rather it was quite pleasurable. Little did he know that what he was feeling was the soul and essence of his stepdad being forcefully merged into his body!

In a mix of euphoria and drowsiness, Sam shuffled towards his bed before falling face first into the sheets. He allowed whatever sensation he was feeling to simply overtake his body as he began drifting off to sleep. As he did the faint voice of Brain began to echo inside his mind. “Sam! It’s me! Can you hear me?! Sam!?” But of course it was already far too late as Sam’s eyes slowly shut…

———

As Sam slept, his consciousness seemed to enter a strange dreamlike world. The ground beneath him was covered by golden mist that flowed across an endless void where the sky above was a pastel violet. It was both beautiful and eerie at the same time. For a dream it seemed odd. It wasn’t like the usual dream where one would see a jumbled mess of memories all mashed together in the form of mismatched rooms and random people. He didn’t see anything or anyone he recognised. Yet it all seemed so vivid. He wondered if it was some kind of lucid dream?

Just as he was about to try and test that by attempting to fly, he heard a voice calling from behind. Calling out to him even. Sam turned and he saw what looked to be stepdad in the distance, half shrouded by the golden mist around them. He couldn’t quite make out Brian he was saying though. So, without even thinking about it, Sam began walking towards Brian slowly, watching as the figure of the man that’d looked after him for so many years grew closer. As he did, what Brian was saying slowly became clearer and clearer until…

“Sam! A crazy wizard guy trapped me in my briefs! He told me what’s gonna happen! You’ve gotta take them off before we merge!” He shouted hysterically. Yet despite this Sam kept walking closer and closer. Become one? With his hot stepdad? That didn’t sound so bad! It might’ve just been a dream but if he had the chance to be one with Brian then he was gonna pounce on it!

Before long Sam was only a couple meters away from the man he’d desired for years. Brian seemed stuck in place, unable to move except for his face. He pleaded with Sam to get away. To wake up and stop this. To find a way to fix what that insane magician had done. But Sam only grinned lustfully as he scanned his stepdad's body up and down.

“Sorry Brian. I know this is just a dream but if I’ve got the chance to fondle your huge gorgeous daddy body then I’m gonna take it!” With a mischievous look crossing his face, Sam reached out to touch Brian’s strong furry pecs. The second his hand made contact however, he felt himself being pulled towards his stepfather's dreamy body! His fingers sunk into Brian’s pecs, soon followed by his hand and before long his whole arm had disappeared inside the burly man’s form. It was like the thick muscled body of his stepdad had become an inescapable vacuum. Before long Sam found himself being absorbed inside Brian’s body headfirst!

The next thing Sam remembered was looking out across the void once again. Only now when he glanced down at himself he saw his stepdad’s big furry pecs and powerful body. Almost like he was… inside Brian’s body. Looking out of his stepfather's eyes. But before he had any time to comprehend it, everything faded away. Doomed to be forgotten like any dream but the change it represented would be very real.

———

Sam awoke with a jolt the next morning. He grumbled a little, rubbing his eyes as he found himself laid on his front and sprawled across his bed. But as he stretched his arms, something felt off. His arms… his hands… they looked different. Larger and more weathered than before. His biceps seemed to have more of a bulge to them while his hands seemed meatier almost. “What going- Whoa! What the fuck!” He shouted in disbelief at the sound of his own voice. It was deep and gravely. Nothing like the smooth voice he once had. It almost sounded like…

Sam looked up and glanced across the room at his bedroom mirror and saw the impossible. Reflected back at him wasn’t his usual lean 21 year old self but instead his 52 year old stepdad!! For a moment he was in shock. Not knowing at all how to react. Most people would probably scream and freak out. Some would likely faint at the mere sight of seeing a body in the mirror that wasn’t their own. But when Sam regained his composure, he did neither of those things. Instead, he grinned…

“Why hello handsome.” Was the first thing he said before immediately sitting up to get a better look at his body. Sure enough it wasn’t just his arms and hands but his entire body that was thick and beefy now. He immediately ran his hands along the familiar hairy pecs he’d gotten used to seeing most days. Only now he owned them! He had no idea how it’d happened but… “Holy shit. I’m actually in my stepdad's body!”

Right away Sam leapt off the bed in excitement and started feeling up every inch of his new form. Groping his new biceps, flexing his pecs before running a hand through the dense hair they adorned. Poking and prodding at his new facial mature features. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stop himself from pawing at his stepdad’s thick ass. The ass Sam had imagined touching so many times before but never could. Now that it belonged to him however, could grope it as much as he damn well pleased! Of course doing so had stirred quite the reaction between his legs as a tent appeared to stretch out his briefs. The same briefs he’d found on his bed last night and had slipped on before falling asleep…

As Sam rubbed his new dad boner, he suddenly felt a rush of new memories hitting him over the head. But they weren’t his, they were Brian’s. Memories of a life he never lived with parents and family that weren’t his own. Everything his stepfather had ever done or experienced was now right at his fingertips. He must’ve been standing there slack jawed and rubbing his erection absentmindedly for a good 5 minutes or so as the memories surfaced. Only once they’d settled did Sam shake his head and realise he’d stained the front of his briefs with Brian’s precum.

Just as he was trying to comprehend all the new memories and feelings he was experiencing, Sam heard the voice of his stepdad echoing in his mind, practically screaming Sam’s name. “Brian? Is that you? How are you… in my head!?” Sam wondered as he clutched the sides of his head, trying his best to listen to his stepfather's faint voice.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!! I was trapped in my underwear by a creepy wizard! And now I’m trapped inside your head! We’ve got to fix this!” Brian cried out

Sam looked down at the briefs he was wearing. “You were trapped in these when I put them on?… And now you’re inside me?” The cogs in his brain begin to turn. “Then I haven’t just transformed into you. I AM YOU!” Sam claimed with excitement. “W-we must’ve merged somehow! Oh fuck, oh fuck! This is… THIS IS AMAZING!!”

“What!? What’re you saying Sam!? We need to fix this! Don’t you want to go back to normal!?” Brain pleaded with his stepson but it was no use.

“Go back? Why the hell would I ever want to go back?? I’ve fantasised about being with you for as long as I can remember!” Sam admitted as he stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway before making his way towards the bathroom. “Only I never realised what I really wanted was to BE you!”

Brian was beyond shocked to hear all this. Sure he should’ve been expecting it after having watched Sam grope himself mere moments ago but he still couldn’t believe his stepson would be so… cruel?

As soon as Sam stepped into the bathroom, Brian begged him to try and summon Wavell again but Sam wasn’t having any of it. “No fucking way! I’m Brian now and it’s gonna stay that way! These big pecs, these huge arms, and most of all this fat cock are all mine now!” Sam claimed with a devilish smirk.

Without another second to spare, Sam kicks off his briefs and whips out his new rod. He got instant chills the moment he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. Touching his stepfather's cock wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have the chance to do and yet here he was now with that very cock hanging between his legs. As soon as he started jerking, Brain began to protest fiercely but Sam took no notice. His stepdad was powerless to stop him as he was. At this point he might as well have been a figment of Sam’s imagination.

“No! I treated you like a son and this is how you repay me! I gave you everything!” Brian bellowed, feeling both betrayed and violated. Understandably so.

“You certainly did. Absolutely everything.” Sam curled up one of his arms into a flex, showing off one of new biceps. “Fuck I’m glad you kept in such good shape. I’m gonna be such a hit with dudes. Everyone loves a buff silver fox daddy!”

Hearing all of this was like torture to Brian but there was nothing he could do. Only watching through Sam’s eyes as he continued to jerk off Brain’s girthy cock. He knew it was his fault for summoning that warlock but he never could’ve imagined something as insane and perverted as this would be the outcome!

Just then a naughty idea popped into Sam’s mind. Brian knew exactly what Sam was thinking thanks to the merge and immediately protested against it but Sam paid him no mind. Instead Sam stomped back into his bedroom before yanking a box out from under his bed. Raw anticipation flowed through him as he opened it up and pulled out his small trusty butt plug. One he’d had for many years now and had kept well hidden from his stepdad until now. With that in hand he ran back into the bathroom and switched on the shower.

“Now this is gonna be good.” He mumbled to himself as he stepped under the warm water. He started by lathering his body up with soap and making sure to dig his fingers into every crevice of his new body. Once that was done however, he lubed up the butt plug before carefully lining it up with his dad hole. Of course Brain was shouting all sorts of threats and pleas at this point but it did nothing to stop Sam from slowly pressing the butt plug into his new, and evidently virgin, hole. “OoooooOOoohhh wow! Fuuuuck I’m so tight now.” He commented as his anus pulsed around the plug. “You really never played with your ass before, did you Brian? Don’t worry. I’ll fix that.” And without another word Sam reached down and pressed a small button on the butt plug…

Moments later the bathroom was filled with loud deep moans. “AAOOOOHHH FUUUUCKKKKK UUHHHHOOOOO!” As it turned out the butt plug had a pretty intense vibration setting that was doing wonders to Sam’s tight hole. Filling his body with nothing but euphoria while his ass clenched uncontrollably. Right away he’d grabbed his cock again and was jerking furiously under the shower. Brian wanted to protest but he was feeling the exact same pleasure as Sam. Soon enough even his protests devolved into internal groans of pleasure.

Soon enough the sheer ecstasy of the vibrating butt plug was enough on its own to fulfil Sam, letting go of his cock again before falling to his knees under the water. His daddy dick continued pulsing eagerly as it dripped precum uncontrollably now. Sam even found himself reaching back once more and holding down the button on the butt plug for a couple seconds. The intensity of the toy’s vibration began to increase until it reached the maximum setting. By that point he was kneeling over in bliss, arching his back and bucking his cock. All the while groaning about how he was his stepdad now and that nobody would ever know he wasn’t the original Brian.

After a good couple of minutes he could feel himself getting unbelievably close to shooting his first dad load. “I… wanna… stay… FOREVER!!” Sam shouted as finally his cock erupted with a hands free orgasm, shooting thick cum all over the shower floor. With the butt plug vibrating aggressively in his ass, it caused him to just keep shooting and shooting until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop.

With a grunt, Sam turned off the plug and carefully pulled it out of his ass with a satisfied smile. Slowly but surely he pushed himself back up onto his feet and continued rinsing himself off under the shower as if he hadn’t just busted the biggest nut of his life. But then he noticed something.

“Brian? Are you there?” Sam said to himself as he realised he could no longer hear Brian’s voice in his head. He’d heard him a few moments ago groaning as Sam was about to orgasm but immediately after his voice seemed to disappear completely. “Wait… there’s no way I…” Sam looked down at the shower drain as the last of his cum was washed away. “Did I… cum him out or something?” Sam huffed, assuming this to be the case. “Well at least he won’t be in my head annoying me. And with him out the way I really can be the real Brian!” He grinned almost a little too devilishly.

———

It’d been a few days already since Sam took over Brian’s life. Initially he’d been a little worried about playing the part. After all he might’ve had all his stepdad's memories but it wasn’t like he had all of Brian’s mannerisms and personality right? Well as it turned out the real Brian hadn’t been ejaculated at all but rather absorbed fully into Sam’s consciousness at the peak of the pleasure they’d been experiencing. Because of this Sam found himself able to mimic the way Brian talks and acts perfectly. He even found himself becoming more interested in Brian’s hobbies such as fishing and archery while still retaining his old interests in games. Because of this he was able to completely trick his family into believing that he truly was Brian!

The biggest worry he’d had was explaining the disappearance of his former self. Well it seemed like the universe had already fixed that for him as nobody even seemed to remember Sam. In fact as soon as he’d stepped out of that shower, his old bedroom had completely changed into a guest room of sorts. It was like his former self never existed to begin with! Naturally this was weird but Sam couldn’t help taking it as a sign that this was always meant to be. That he was always supposed to become one with Brian and take this form. Like destiny.

He made sure to enjoy his body as much as possible by worshipping it and taking good care of it by working out and eating properly. Due to this he had no problem getting all sorts of hunks to hook up with and they were all eager for some of daddy’s milk. Naturally he was more than happy to provide by flooding their asses with his cum. He was hoping he’d be able to find a few versatile guys as well who wouldn’t mind helping him to loosen up his hole a little more sometime soon.

Now he was laid on the couch waiting for his next hook up to arrive. A young hairy stud who was very eager to suck on Sam’s nipples. Not that Sam could blame the guy with these huge daddy tits he had now. He groped them a little with a smile on his face knowing that this was everything he could’ve ever wished for in life. Brian had always wanted to be closer to Sam and now he was as close as he could possibly get.

[wyatt-tfs]

Micah Diaz