Transference (body swap)

“Pink is the perfect color for you, Ryan.”

“Mmmft!” Ryan screamed into the gag.

How had he gotten suckered into this? He wasn’t supposed to be the one humiliated! That gay dweeb who was always hanging around the locker room was supposed to be the one getting pounded.

He looked over at Gordon with pleading eyes. The pleading look turned to horror as his team mate and buddy leaned down and kissed the fat gay dweeb Pablo.

He redoubled his efforts to struggle against the ace bandages which bound his naked body. They must’ve put something in his Gatorade, he thought.

The trap was for him to invite Pablo to give him a “therapeutic massage,” and then to spring up on Pablo with Gordy and some of the other players and pound Pablo into pulp. Instead, almost the moment his naked body hit the massage table, Ryan had passed out. When he woke, he was strapped to a football tackle trainer-sort of a padded hurtle. And gagged with a dirty jockstrap, which he hoped was at least his own.

Pablo had put his pink triangle hat on Ryan’s head, and that had merited the comment and snickers about Ryan looking good in pink. To think after all these years that Gordy was gay too! He felt doubly betrayed.

“Say, Ryan, no hard feelings, but I was only friends with you because of your hot body. But as personalities go, you rank after Mr. Pembroke’s lab rats in my book. Pablo on the other hand is open-minded, affectionate, loving, and really into me. We met online a couple years ago, I had no idea what he looked like at first, but I always imagined him looking like you. Guess, I was prophetic,” Gordy said chuckling.

“Yeah, no hard feelings, Ryan, or perhaps I should start calling you Pablo now,” Pablo said. “I’ll take really good care of your body, and I bet you’ll really take care of mine.”

“Mftkr, Imkkku, mmeeemm,” screamed Ryan.

Everybody laughed. Gawd? How many people were in on this? With his head strapped, he could only really see Gordy, Pablo, and Steve and Ted, and part of one other guy, but there had to be more than that. Were they going to make him suck Pablo’s cock or have Pablo fuck him? Is that what he meant by taking care of his body?

He shivered. Or was it a gang-bang? Was the entire team going to gang up on him and turn him into the team pussy? He was their star player, they wouldn’t dare risk losing him. Would they?

Then the geek squad showed up. At first thought, Ryan assumed it was the AV squad here to video tape his humiliation. But when the dust cover was pulled back the silver cart didn’t display camera equipment, but a large computer tower, lots of wires, a large transformer, and what looked like metal bowls with wires attached. It was like those mind swapping devices in the cartoons or on Gilligan’s Island, only maybe smaller.

No, it couldn’t be. Is that what Pablo meant about taking good care of his body? No, he was being punked. That had to be it.

The nerd called Rusty fitted a bowl on top of Ryan’s head, strapping it under his chin to secure it. He then began plugging lots of electrical cords into the helmet, and then plugged matching colored ends into the computer tower.

In the meantime, Pablo was stripping. Ryan couldn’t believe how pathetic Pablo looked with all those rolls of fat. He blinked, as he saw him step out of his boxers. He had a micro-cock! Maybe the size of Ryan’s thumb? No, it was just his huge bulk that made it look so small. Focusing on the cock relative to a known object size like Gordy’s hand which was on Pablo’s shoulder, he surmised that the cock was at least 5 inches long. Damn, they were actually making him think that they might swap minds.

To his surprise, Gordy produced Ryan’s gym bag, and Pablo struggled to put on his jockstrap.

Ryan shouted into his jockstrap gag protesting that Pablo would stretch his jock all out of shape. His voice was unintelligible, but it stopped suddenly as he realized that his tongue was trapped and twisted inside someone else’s jockstrap’s ribbed pouch. The pubic hair trapped under his tongue was someone else’s too. He made a disgusted expression, and produced another round of gleeful laughter. His eyes flitted from side-to-side trying to see his tormentors. Somebody should be on his side. It couldn’t be the whole team?

While they started wiring Pablo to the computer, a couple of his team mates appeared with soccer netting and began to drape it loosely around him. Then the head nerd, Kris asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Muuuuuu,” Ryan screamed into the gag.

“Your vote doesn’t count,” Gordy said with a laugh, “Yes, it’s time Ryan did some community service.”

Ryan was more confused now, and shouted questions into the gag.

Pablo seemed to be more sympathetic, and said almost apologetically, “Ryan, I’ve always wanted a hot body, but I’ve never been able to do it. You’re the most disciplined athlete I know. So here’s the sitch, I’m going to finish the rest of the season as you. Your room mate Gordy will be my room mate, and since we’ll be sharing a bed, you can have your old one as Pablo on three conditions.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“One, you’ll be Pablo our houseboy-houseboy, understand,” Pablo said with a significant nod.

Ryan tried to move, tried to speak, but couldn’t. The nerd had activated one of the controls on the machine. It was humming, and the helmet was whining, and Ryan’s skin had broken into a massive sweat as his body became taut and his breathing shallow.

“Two, you’ll be responsible for working out daily and eating right to turn Pablo’s body,” Pablo squeezed inches of fat between his fingers. “If after five years, you’ve done a good job, I’ll even swap back,” Pablo said with a smile. The nerds had snickered when he said after five years as if that was significant.

Ryan wanted to shout into the gag that if they could, he’d whip Pablo’s body into shape and beat them all to a pulp. If he could get free, he’d beat them all into a pulp right now. But no sound could be heard but the snap of electricity sparking, and the smell of ozone in the air.

“Subject one is ready for transfer, release the bandages,” Kris ordered.

Rusty materialized with a scissors and snipped Ryan’s bandages. Ryan’s brain screamed at his arms and legs to move, but they remained frozen by that hellish humming helmet.

“Could you hurry up, Pablo, we’re burning kilowatts now,” Kris said testily as he adjusted the machine in response to the monitors.

“Oh, I’ll tell you number three, when I’m you, Ryan and you’re Pablo. Go ahead, Maestrooooooooooooooo,” Pablo’s mouth locked in the oh shape as his helmet whirred into action.

“Subject two is ready, now,” Kris said, “Commencing transference.”

Ryan’s eyes bulged. Ryan’s pecs, abs, and cock started twitching rhythmically and uncontrollably. All his muscles were twitching. Across from him Pablo was twitching too. Pablo’s pale skin began to get splotchy with darker pigment, as his muscles twitched. Ryan couldn’t see himself, but he hoped they wouldn’t ruin his tan with this weird machine.

Suddenly, Pablo impossibly sucked in all the fat bulging on his right side, and Ryan felt his own right side explode. His skin was suddenly being pressed tight against the waffle of the soccer netting. It wasn’t a mind swapper at all, it was a body swapper. Somehow this weird device was transferring his body via all those wires to Pablo.

He stared helplessly at Pablo, who now appeared to be a 3d depiction of a bad Photoshop Chimera. Only Ryan’s hot right torso was surrounded by the offal that was Pablo. It suddenly struck Ryan that the splotches on Pablo’s skin were the same color as the tan on the part of his body that belonged to Ryan. It took several painful more minutes as first one arm, then a leg, then another leg, then the left torso, and then the other arm were transferred. It was impossible, but it was happening. Ryan’s new sweaty short fat body was oozing through the tight soccer netting prison. Then he felt his cock get hard and his balls tighten, and there was a swooshing noise as his cock and balls were sucked up inside his flesh. He watched Pablo’s similarly vanish, a minute later there was a boing sound and Ryan’s cock was now with the rest of Ryan’s body parts. Ryan couldn’t help but think how hot his naked body looked.

“Fuck, Ryan’s getting a boner, guess he likes being Pablo!”

“Of course, they’re both getting boners, it’s part of the transfer. Now comes the tricky part, I need to transfer the heads and copy over selected memories, while preserving their own memories intact. I mean what would be the point of transferring Ryan’s body over to Pablo, if we transferred Ryan’s mind too. It would just be a transportation device, which would allow you to swap people across long distances over communications signals.”

“Kris, that’s what it was intended to be,” Rusty snapped. Apparently, it had been Rusty’s project and Kris had taken it over and redirected the research.

“But with this device, we can replace politicians, financiers, and we can rule the world. If it works of course, that’s why we needed your help Ry-Pablo.” He threw the final switch.

Ryan felt his face sucking into itself, he actually was staring eye to eye with his left eye looking into his right eye when they changed from brown to green, and his face exploded outward. His cheeks felt swollen and bloated. He started to cry, as his eyes focused and he saw his hot naked body drop to his knees and kiss Gordy’s crotch. He soon had Gordy’s pants down to his knees while Ryan-now Pablo struggled against the netting. Even though he was bigger in girth, he felt much weaker than he before. He shouted epithets into the gag, and staggered to his feet from his knees to which he’d collapsed when the machine turned off.

“Oh,” the new Ryan said smacking his lips and licking Gordy’s cum off his upper lip, “Number 3 is that you have to suck Gordy’s and my cocks whenever we tell you, in fact, you have to suck anybody’s cock we tell you to suck. And you’ll do it too, if you want to ever have a chance at getting this hot body back.

“Tell, you what, Pablo,” the new Ryan continued, “I’ll even give you a blow job after you suck me, if you do it as soon as you’re released. What do you say? Rusty would you remove his gag?”

“Mmft--Fuck, you can’t do this, I’ll go to the police, and--” Ryan started, and Rusty shoved the soggy jockstrap back into his mouth.

“Fuck, we already did,” Gordy answered, “And we reported Pablo to the police as a stalker and nutcase over a month ago, and come on who wouldn’t believe that this is Ryan Jameson, and after looking at you and hearing your voice, everyone will swear that you’re Pablo.”

The new Pablo shouted into the gag, and the new Ryan laughed, “I even know your ATM PIN you arrogant bastard, who measures their own erection in millimeters and uses it as their PIN? Don’t worry I’m changing it, maybe I’ll use Gordy’s measurements.”

The new Pablo visibly sagged, they had successfully transferred memories, too. Nobody knew that 0177 was the length of his cock, and the only person who knew his PIN besides himself had been told it stood for January 1977, when his parents got married.

“Well, Pablo, come on, I know you tried to suck this cock yourself, but even with these taut abs, you couldn’t bend your spine enough to do more than suck the tip.” The new Pablo blushed profusely, and looked downward. The new Ryan continued, “Now you can swallow your own cock all the way up to the pubes. And since you’re sucking your own cock, it’s not gay. And it’s the only way you even have a chance of me agreeing to swap back with you later.”

The new Pablo stared long and hard and finally nodded assent in defeat.

“Pull out the gag, so we can hear him,” Gordy ordered.

Pablo licked his dry lips and tried not to look at anyone, “Okay, you win, I’ll suck my cock-”

“No, Pablo, you’ll suck Ryan’s cock, my cock, now say it,” the new Ryan said.

Gordon slapped him on the back, “That’s the spirit, Ry! Though you’re still my bottom boy, Pablo can be yours!”

“Aw, thanks, sweet cheeks!” the new Ryan answered reaching up from where he was seated now to pull down Gordy’s head and kiss him.

The new Pablo thrashed violently, and then calmed down, “Alright, Ryan, and Gordy, I agree to suck Ryan’s cock, but only Ryan’s.”

“Not good enough, boy,” Gordy said with a sigh, and lifted up a cage with a little rodent in it. “Boys prep the former Ryan for another transfer, and I’ll help prep subject three.” Gordon took the rodent from the cage and walked over to net bound Pablo with the little animals head peeking out of his fist. “You know I always hoped you’d reject being a cock slave, buddy,” Gordon explained, “This is the face of a gerbil. It will soon be your face. You’ll probably lose some of your memories cause the brain is smaller, but you so rarely use your own brain, it might all fit. Oh, and you know what gay guys do with gerbils, don‘t you?”

There was wicked laughter.

“No, please, Gordy, you can’t,” the new Pablo pleaded.

“Can’t? Like I couldn’t give Pablo your old body, and give you his?”

“Alright, I’ll be a cock slave. I’ll be your houseboy. I’ll suck everybody’s cock here. Just don’t change me into a gerbil!” he begged in terror.

“I believe him,” the new Ryan said.

“Well, I’ll believe it when I cum down his throat,” Gordon said, “Release him. In his current condition, if tries to escape, he can’t outrun us.”

Down on his knees and naked, the fat new Pablo served all eager cocks at least once. His body was matted with dry cum, and sweat before he collapsed on a heap of dirty towel. He’d blown two loads himself. First, when he demanded the new Ryan suck him, and second when Gordy said since he’d orgasmed and it didn’t matter anymore raped his ass. The new Ryan set two cages next to him, one contained the gerbil, the second contained a cat.

Watching in amazement, the new Pablo saw the cat suck in upon itself until it looked like a tribble, then a dust bunny, and suddenly it was the gerbil. The gerbil seemed to be changing into a werewolf at first, but it ended up becoming the cat.

“Yeah, Pablo, old boy, the transference wears off after a six hours, unless--,” Ryan paused significantly, and put his finger to his nose. He shakes his head, “Unless the subject orgasms. Something about those little endorphins or chemicals in the brain that are released makes the transference permanent. Well, almost permanent.”

Excited Rusty came over and blurted out, “You see the subjects change back in six hours, unless they experience an orgasm. Then tiny crystals form in the brain between the chemicals created by the transference and the endorphins. The crystals are visible on CT scans, and amazingly they lock in the transferred form permanently, and not only that but they will block transference from occurring again until the crystals are metabolized. We estimate based on the animal subjects and analysis of the crystals that it will take 5-7 years for the human body to reabsorb and breakdown the crystals.”

“Yeah, so without that blowjob, you’d have gotten your old body back, but there’d have been two Ryans. I even had a new ID card made for you, as Ryan’s identical cousin. I mean you’d already sucked all those cocks, so your reputation was ruined. You’d still have been Pablo our houseboy, but you’d have had your old body. But no, you had to get a blowjob. Man, you really fucked yourself!”

“Hey, that’s an idea!” the new Ryan said brightly jacking his new 7 inch cock again. “Roll over boy, you’re about to get screwed by Ryan Jameson.”

Pablo was crying as he capitulated and rolled over on the pile of towels to offer his butt to his old cock.

“No, boy, I want you to be looking me in the eye when I cum,” Ryan said pulling his shoulder and rolling him upright. He got between Pablo’s thick legs and rested the calves on his broad shoulders. “Man, you are fat!”

Pablo screamed in utter defeat.

He did exactly as he was told from then on. He became Ryan and Gordon’s houseboy. He put his new body on an extreme regimen, and within two years, no one could believe Pablo had ever been that fat. He was a regular muscle hunk. After about three years, Pablo began a fitness company, selling videos and personal training, and by his second year in business he was making six figures and guest starring on infomercials.

Ryan on the other hand hadn’t gotten fat, but he’d let his work out routine go, and he’d lost his defined abs. Gordy had lost his hair and developed a paunch too, after both had washed out in their attempts at going pro.

It’s been just over five years, it’ll be interesting to see what happens when the last crystals go. Will the two revert to their former bodies? Will hunky rich Pablo agree to undergo the transference again? Will still handsome Ryan want to go back to Pablo’s slow metabolic rate? He hates working out, and would probably be rollie-pollie again in a few months.

Only time will tell…

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