The Cane (body swap)
by zulator
Brian and I had just left the house. He was going to work and I had the day off so I was headed to the gym, where I had spent several hours last night. I was really pumped this morning and I was teasing Brian as he left by showing him my pumped arms flexing for him. He grinned and took off and I threw my gym bag up on top of my car, putting my key into the door to open it. As I started to get in, the old man from across the street yelled over at me and I turned towards him.
"Hey young man could you come here and help me for a minute?" he shouted.
I pointed to myself as if I didn't know who he was calling, and smiled. I was really in a hurry but the old man seemed stressed and what the hell I thought, I might as well do something nice this morning.
"Yes sir," I replied. "What can I do for you?" I said as I walked across the street and walked up to meet him on his sidewalk.
"Young man you're so strong, I wonder if you can get my mixer down from the top shelf in my pantry, I hated to ask you, but I saw you there flexing and knew you could do it for me.
Again I smiled, "Show me the way sir." And the old man turned around and leading me up the path, and using his cane. He slowly took me into his house and to the pantry where the mixer was stored way up on the top shelf.
I walked into the pantry and eyed the mixer way up high, then tried to stretch my muscular arm up to grasp it. I tried and tried, actually breaking a sweat as I did, but with no results. I was beginning to feel awkward, as I was sure I could do this but to my dismay and the old man's, I was unable to reach the appliance.
"What is that matter?" the old man said, looking at me as if I were incompetent.
My face turned red at his expression, as I the task should have been easy, but I had obviously failed at it.
In a flash the old man was at my side, pushing me away and swinging his cane up against the shelves as if he was going to knock it down.
"Sir, Sir!" I shouted as he flung the cane in his frustration. He had all but dismissed me as he moaned with his arthritis pain and his old age stiffness.
"Hold it", I shouted as I grabbed his frail arm with my muscle grasp, and took the cane from his hand. The old man was fighting me off as hard as he could, but my sheer youth, not counting my enormous muscled frame, was more than he could handle and as he swore and punched at me, I retrieved the cane from his grasp.
"There now, whatever were you thinking old man, I mean shit your in no shape to do what you were doing, and furthermore, I am rather shocked at your attitude since I gracefully accepted your request and you treat me like this.
His face got ruby red as he stood there bent over a bit holding on to the cabinet for balance.
"All I asked is for you to get my mixer down, but now I realize that you are as incapable as I am!" "What a waste of muscle you have if you cant perform this simple task, I wish you needed a cane to walk, cause if I were you I would have had that mixer down in no time!"
I was rather taken back by the old mans attitude and all I wanted was to get out of there and to the gym where I supposed to be anyway. I was still holding his cane and my grip was tightening as he mouthed off at me. I could feel my hand sweating as my grasp of it got tighter and tighter.
A rush of heat went through me right then and I could see the old man was experiencing a rush of some sort through his old frame."Oh shut up you miserable old man" I shouted. His eyes opened wide at that and he lost his balance and fell to the floor. He began to scream in pain as he lay there, calling me every name in the book. I reached down to pull him up, but he continued fighting me off, calling me a pussy and a worthless piece of young flesh. He kept calling me names, telling me that I was nothing more than a useless cum filled jock with no brains at all. You will know my pain you bastard young jock, he went on and on.
I knew I had to help him, so I reached down with one arm, grasping his and used the cane as support since i still was grasping it tightly, and I began to pull the old man to his feet. Every muscle in my body was tensed now and even my cock was tight in the confines of my jock strap.
As if in slow motion, I raised the old mans body, but the stain on me was incredible. My muscular arms were throbbing as I pulled with all my might and my skin was turning blotchy and my chest was throbbing as well. All my exposed veins were slowly fading into my arms and I could feel this incredible loss of energy as my sweaty hand grasped the old man's.
In the process of lifting the old man, I could see my muscles flowing down my arm and into his and it was like I was filling him up with it and his arm was transforming into mine as he neared standing up.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME OLD MAN!" I screamed. "MY FUCKING MUSCLE! WHAT THE SHIT IS HAPPENING TO ME?"
Then the arm holding the cane lost all of its muscle as well and my stomach muscles gave way as my chest collapsed causing my tight muscle shirt to stretch to capacity. I could hear the tear of the material as my upper body became that of the old man's, watching his upper body forming into mine. The sensation of hard muscle going to soft skin was making my changing cock go stiff, but not for long as my virility was transferring to the old man's body.
Next my tightly packed jock strap popped at the waist band as my waist swelled to his 48 in size and my cock shrunk up into my groin and got thick and numb. Then my shaved balls stung as gray pubes began to grow thick and my ball sacs wrinkled up around my now stubby cock. My legs became weak as all my youth and strength left me and finally my young face and spiked hair changed and I was becoming a duplicate of the old geezer. The sense of no more muscle control and the sense my internal organs were changing and I was loosing all my young hormonal fluids was causing me to leak pee and I was passing gas like crazy.
Meanwhile the old man was finalizing his form as he took on my physique and youth, filling out his chest and tightening his stomach. His balls renewed and his cock lengthened and his face became my former one with my spiked dark hair.
The old man's pants fell to the ground as his now lean muscular body shed the over sized slacks and his boxers sprung back against his lean waist sliding low. Only his new tight bubble butt was holding them up now. My back bent over as the pains of an old man were flaming inside me as my arthritic body made it impossible for me to stand straight up.
Soon the old man totally rejuvenated in my former body, jumped up and grasped the mixer and set it down on the counter. "See you fucking idiot, now your can be the old man." Then he reached over and pulled out my car keys from my stretched out shorts and gave me a good bye salute.
My dried up lips made it hard for me to speak, and as he fled the house I crept as fast as I could to follow him. As he ran out he tore off the blue shirt he was wearing, exposing his muscular chest and was holding up the stained white boxers that would have certainly fallen off of him running as he was.
Before I could get to the front porch, he was gone in cloud of smoke, headed for points unknown, I had imagined he would be headed to the gym.
I just stood there at the door with a jock half falling off me and my stubby cock and balls exposed. My tight muscle shirt that was torn down the side of my now large hairy upper body was flapping in the breeze that suddenly came up. I stood there bent over, looking like a pathetic old man. All I could do is wonder what the hell I was going to do now.
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