My Roommate's Body 5
by Londonboy
I kept forcing myself to repeat, “I’m Sam,” in my head – trying to grasp the miracle that had happened. I was now about six-foot seven inches tall and built like a freakin’ muscle monster. I couldn’t believe it! It was everything I had ever dreamed of – and then some! I desperately wanted to check out my new body completely, but Sam was standing beside me – and I couldn’t read what he was truly feeling. It seemed that he was happy about the switch that had taken place – but that would be stupid – since he ended up with my smaller body! He was getting the short end of the stick – and I intended no puns with that thought. I turned to him.
“Sam, what happened? I’m sorry, man. I know this is probably hard for you to take. I don’t know what we need to do to make it reverse. What are you thinking?” As I asked this I realized there was some strange emotion blossoming inside of me – something that wasn’t very strong, but it was definitely a feeling I had not felt for a long time. I couldn’t place the sensation at first.
“Nolan. What are you talking about? Hard for me to take? Are you crazy? This is fantastic. I can’t explain it, but for the first time in my life – I feel great about myself. Look how cute I am.” Sam was staring at me – but it was really my face that was smiling broadly – and I could tell something had changed about Sam’s personality.
“Uh, Sam. Are you feeling okay? You do realize that you went from this,” I pointed to his body – now my body, “to that.” I pointed to his, but really my, body.
“Look, Nolan, I don’t understand what happened, either. I think it has something to do with the fact that we were both wishing so hard to be the other. But, man, the change inside of me outweighs what I’ve given up on the outside. Really! For the first time in my life I feel free! Free from so much shyness and so much oppression – not completely – but more so than ever in my life. I feel like I could take on the world!”
At that moment I comprehended that, along with the change in our bodies, there also came a mixture of our personalities in both of us. The new feeling I noticed earlier was a feeling of being shy – somewhat nervous about myself. I had not had that awareness since junior high school. A flood of memories came flowing back – especially how I had decided long ago that I would make up for what I lacked in physical attributes by winning people over through laughter and an outgoing personality. But now I was sensing something that I had shoved away for so long – I actually felt a little awkward! My stomach tightened a little and I looked down toward the floor – but the minute I saw that my gaze was pretty high from the hardwood floor and I glimpsed my body again - a lot of the old Nolan came rushing back. I was huge! How fantastic was that. I had muscles on top of muscles – I felt strength flowing through my body. It was beyond anything I could have imagined. I knew, instinctively, what each muscle was capable of doing. I realized that I had new knowledge of my body – I even knew the names of my muscles! Somehow I had also mixed my knowledge of things with Sam’s. I had a great urge to work out – to make my muscles grow. But the Nolan part of me had a greater desire, at the same time – I wanted to show my body off. I wanted to turn heads as I walked down the street. I wanted to find someone to show me how much they liked this new body! These thoughts were causing a physical response, as well. I became conscious that my new giant cock was straining the fabric of the jogging shorts I had grabbed. Sam’s newfound boldness became apparent as he noticed my big problem.
“It looks like Nolan is thinking about my body – I mean his body! Am I right?” I turned a little red (a definite new feeling), but laughed out loud with Sam. “Listen, big guy. I really don’t understand any of this, but it is quite obvious that when our bodies switched I also got some of your “take on the world” attitude. And by the fact that you just turned red, you must have gotten some of my shyness. We are a mixture of each other. I know you cannot begin to understand this Nolan, but that makes me over-the-top excited and causes the same response in my – I mean your – body.”
What Sam did at that moment brought up a wild mixture of emotions in me at the same time. He opened the giant robe that covered his body (my body, really) and revealed his raging hard on. I instantly knew what it must be like to have an out-of-body experience. Here I was looking at my own body – but it wasn’t like looking in a mirror – it was much more detached than that. I was slightly turned on and disgusted at the same time. Turned on because something inside of me saw, for the first time, what a cute body I had – even if it was small. And disgusted because I felt attraction to myself. This was getting so confusing. Sam pulled the robe closed and I was very relieved.
“Yeah, I know Nolan. You feel so many conflicting things at the same time, don’t you? I know what you are going through. For the first time I am seeing my own body in front of me – and it’s like I’m seeing it in a brand new way. There is part of me that immediately notices the areas that I need to work on (or you need to work on), but mostly I am seeing how incredible that body is! This is so strange – I like what I see – for the first time in my life. But I must have part of your desires mixed in with mine, as well, because your muscles turn me on.”
I turned red again – because of what Sam was saying, but also because I knew what he meant. Sam’s desires were part of me now – I wanted to pull his smaller body close to mine and surround it with my muscles. I wanted to feel his smooth gymnast-like body close to mine. I wanted to take my large hands and grab both cheeks of his tight ass. YIKES! Suddenly I forced those thoughts from my head – because it was too weird – it was my own ass I wanted to grab! My hard cock was so desperate for release that it was hurting.
“Listen, Sam. I need a few minutes by myself to grab, I mean grasp, what is going on. Do you mind if I step down to my room for a few minutes? I need to release, I mean, realize what all of this means. I want to try and understand what is happening.” I slowly backed away from Sam and bumped into the open door. I felt my face turn red again as I turned and quickly left the room.
“No problem Nolan. I need some time, too.”
I barely heard him speaking. I walked swiftly to my room and shut the door – making sure to lock it. After a few seconds of calming my anxiety, I walked to the mirror in the corner. For a few minutes I stared at the magnificent body looking back at me. It still did not completely register whom it was returning my stare. My gaze went to the outline of the giant tool in my shorts. I took my left hand and ran it up and down the bulge. Pleasure shot through my entire body and my mind caught up with my hand – this huge piece of meat was mine. I brought my right hand up to the front of my shirt and placed it on my hard massive left pec. I tensed my chest and my hand tried to grab some of the hard muscle – but it couldn’t. My thumb and forefinger found the erect nipple and pinched it hard. A loud moan escaped from deep in my throat and my legs bent slightly. I pressed harder on my cock, tightened the grip on my aching nipple, and stared at the cords of muscles exploding up and down my legs - as they tensed from the pressure mounting within my body. A wet spot started spreading across the front of my gray shorts as my dickhead leaked precum profusely. I forced myself to stop for a second and grabbed the bottom of my shirt – lifting it off of my enormous upper body. All feeling in my body stopped as I caught sight of the huge shoulders, bulging arms, ballooning chest, and chiseled abs in my reflection. Only the red spots around my protruding left nipple brought me back from my moment of disbelief. I was the magnificent stud in the mirror. I returned the strong vise-like grip of my hand to the now extremely tender man-nip. I slid my hand into my shorts – grabbing my throbbing cock – and I noticed the gigantic bicep created by my bent arm. Again, my body stopped – amazed by the sheer size of the bulge. After the short pause, all parts of my pleasure inducing muscle machine began, instinctively, at the same time. My fingers clamped down tightly on my nipple, my right hand gripped my cock more intensely and slid the length of the shaft all the way to my tensed balls – pushing my shorts down with it, and my eyes stared solely at the perfectly sculpted mound of muscle in my arm. The combination of all these pleasures was too much for my body to handle – my cock erupted into consecutive spasms that sent my semen flying through the air splattering against the mirror with a loud thud. I realized that in the middle of the volcano-like explosion I was emitting thunderous pleasure-filled cries that could not be contained – even if I had wanted to. The release was too intense and my body was out of control. After what seemed like a good five minutes of orgasm I turned and stumbled over to the bed – falling into its soft inviting support - completely wasted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.
I woke to music coming from the living room. I glanced at my clock and saw that I had dozed for about thirty minutes. I quickly looked down and was happy to see that the massive body from the morning was still there. I turned toward the mirror in the corner and saw that semi-dried cum was spread up and down most of its length. That had been one freaking healthy orgasm, I thought. The sound of music brought me back to the present moment. I stood – still not used to the thrust caused by the weight of my new huge body. I seemed to overcompensate when moving and almost lost my balance. I pulled up my shorts, grabbed my shirt from the floor and slid it over my big body. I unlocked my door and stepped into the hall. The beat of heavy dance music was causing the whole condo to vibrate a little. I was shocked that Sam was playing the music this loud. He told me yesterday he was always afraid of bothering his neighbors with noise.
As I came to the end of the hall my mouth dropped open in amazement. The furniture in the living room had been pushed out of the way and a sweaty shirtless Sam was dancing up a storm in the middle. I almost said something but stopped as I became mesmerized with his movements. Sam was facing away from me – unaware that I saw him. I watched as his glistening upper body moved magically with the music. It was like watching a wild animal in its natural habitat – the graceful movements of a bird in flight, a leopard leaping into the air, or a dolphin slicing through waves. It was certainly beautiful, but it was also extremely sensual. My eyes focused on the movement of his perfect ass. My tongue ran slowly over my lips as I began to imagine that ass not covered by tight jeans – wait, how did he get my jeans? I then remembered that we planned on doing laundry today and had placed clothes near the washer.
I returned to focus on his body – especially that perky butt – moving to the music that filled the room. I was fully aware that the sexiness of his body was causing my cock to get hard again and I didn’t care. He was amazing as he moved his body in ways that seemed to express the music perfectly – he defined what it meant to be “one with the beat.” My mind began to imagine what that body could do in bed – how it would respond to passionate sex. I was fully hard again. My hand, as if controlled by a mind of its own, grabbed the hard cock through the cotton shorts and started pumping it slowly. I was in heaven watching Sam move.
And then he let his dance turn him around. He immediately saw me – but he never stopped dancing. He seemed to get even more provocative with his movements – and he had a huge smile across his sweat-covered face.