The Cumming Out Party (body swap)

It was a typical Friday afternoon. All the teachers were getting ready to leave the campus, making their way through the office to get messages and leave off reports and test results. I was going through my mail slot and ran into my fellow teacher and friend Gary.

"Hey man," I said with a smile as I pulled out a stack of mail. "So what are you doing this weekend?" I casually asked him as I eyed the individual letters in the pile.

"Oh, I have some house projects to get done. Why? You fishing for a game of racket ball?"

"Well that's always a possibility," I grinned. Gary went on about what he was going to do to his house, while I came to this letter that had invitation written on the bottom. I held it up to the light for as second, and then interrupted Gary. "Hey man, did you get one of these?"

Gary took his mail and looked through it. "Hmm, no I didn't. Guess you're more popular than me," he said giggling.

"Oh right," I shouted. "I wonder who it's from?"

"You're holding back on me now, aren't you Mark?"

"No man. I don't have no clue who it could be from." I tore open the invitation and it was a printed card which said, "You are Cordially Invited to a Coming Out Party, dress is formal. Please arrive no later than 8pm at 19877 N. Stardust Dr., Scottsdale, AZ."

Hmm, that's it? I was trying to think whom I knew that lived way up in North Scottsdale, but couldn't think of anyone. Gary grabbed the invitation from my hand and said, "Damn! Looks like it could be a classy event, some of those rich families often have a coming out party for their daughters. This could be your night Mark."

I laughed. "Really?"

"Hey, it doesn't give a date. It must be for tonight. Do you have a tux?"

I thought a minute. "Oh yes, I do." I kept thinking who this could be for and why did they invite me?

Gary was in a hurry and said, "Hey if you're serious about racket ball, call me man." I smiled and he left. I couldn't put the invitation down. This mystery was going to drive me nuts.

On the way home I was trying to think of scenarios of what this could be all about. Maybe Gary was right and this was a debutant party where some hot looking girls were going to be presented to society. But the question still remained, why was I invited? I was getting excited about it for the sheer chance to meet some important people in the community. I convinced myself that once I got there all my questions on why I was invited would be answered, so when I got home I ate a snack and took out my tuxedo which I had just had dry cleaned.

While I was between undressing and snacking, my landlord Tony knocked at the back door, and I was shirtless at that point answering the door. "Hey Tony what's up?"

"Mark, there were some guys here today looking for you. Strange thing, they were driving a limo and wearing tuxedos."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They said it was important that you attend this party tonight and wanted to make sure I gave you the message."

"Oh thanks Tony. I got an invitation at school too." It must be important if they came here also. Tony stood there staring at my chest. "Tony? Tony?"

"Oh right Mark. Yeah, suppose you're going to meet some important people tonight. Wish it was me instead of you," he giggled.

I smiled and said, "Ok if you can fit into my tuxedo, you can go."

Tony looked serious for a second then got the joke. "Oh, you stinker," he giggled, "I could never fit into your clothes son. Besides, I would rather go in your body." He sighed.

"Well, when science catches up with our desires, I would let you have it for the night." At that moment, I felt my cock like pop in my pants as it unfolded a bit and I knew my pants showed the movement. Tony couldn't decide which he wanted to stare at more, my chest or crotch. The poor man was beginning to sweat, and I knew I had to end the conversation right away. "Well, thanks again Tony," I said and then shut the door. I stood there for a minute touching my crotch and feeling the hard on I had. Fuck me, I thought. What's going on here? I've never gotten a hard on with Tony before and now I've send some sort of message to him that I was not planning to. I quickly dismissed the whole thing and headed for the shower.

As I lathered up, my cock was still semi-hard and I couldn't help but bring it to climax, which happened just as the water started to get cold. I knew right then that Tony was showering also, and could imagine what he was doing in there just the other side of the wall. There was no way he could not know I was showering too, so I am sure he was getting himself off right about the same time as me. Damn, I thought, fuck... this is crazy shit! I rinsed off and got dry fast trying to forget this little fantasy stuff that was racing through my mind. So what if my landlord lusts for my body--good for him, I thought. There was no way I was going to get into anything sexual with him as long as I had my senses.

Luckily, my mind went back to thinking about the evening and I watched the early news and was checking e-mail and stuff on the computer to kill some time. When I listed my e-mail there was about 4 messages sent in sequence, all with the same subject: Invitation to a Coming out Party. Damn, sure enough all were the same, as if one e-mail was enough, these people who ever they were seemed determined to get the message to me one way or another. The e-mail did include a map, which I was thankful for, and I printed it out while I was checking for some chat friends online. I managed to chat with a few friends and that made the hours melt away, as it was now 7pm and I was still sitting there in my boxer briefs. I said goodbye to them and shut down the computer and proceeded to get dressed. I put on some nice dark dress socks and then my crisp white dress shirt, then the pressed slacks and cummerbund, then I played with my bowtie till I had it perfect. I fixed my hair and splashed on some of my favorite cologne then put on my tuxedo jacket. Wow, I thought, you look hot Mark. I giggled, since the tux was a gift from my parents and my dad spared no expense. It did look great and was tailored to my athletic body perfectly. I guess I am ready I said to myself, and grabbed my keys, wallet and invitation and map and headed out the door.

By the time I hit the freeway it was 7:30pm, and the map showed the way perfectly as I headed along the loop 202 transition to the 101 north. I was feeling pretty good as I neared the rather high-class neighborhood, that had to home to a few millionaires by the sizes of the homes. I weaved through the streets of the beautiful homes, and found the address and slowed up as a valet met me. I got out, kind of surprised at the service, and the valet gave me a ticket and smiled and there I was standing in front of a marvelous home. I was nervous as I made my way to the front door, where I stopped and hesitated a bit before I rang the bell. Was my zipper up? Do I really look ok?

Soon I got the nerve up and rang the bell, which brought a doorman quickly to the door. With a big smile he welcomed me in and looked me over and seemed to like what he saw, then asked my name, which I had to force out of me. He then led me to a large room filled with nicely dressed gentleman and announced me to them. At that moment, all eyes were on me and I heard a few oohs and awws as this tall older man walked over to shake my hand.

"So you're Mark Gordon," he said like he was truly glad to finally meet me.

"Yes sir I am," I replied. He grabbed my hand and lead me through the entire gathering, introducing me to people I have only read about and the excitement made me feel so important I was speechless as each one shook my hand and gave me the once over. The gentleman who was introducing me was Marvin Tolleson and he whispered to me how great I looked and reiterated how grateful he was that I had showed up. I must have been blushing as he led me to a place near where he was going to speak to the group. He grabbed my hands again and said, "Mark, just relax your amongst admirers."

I felt like it was graduation again and I was going to get a diploma. Marvin went to the podium and gestured for all to look his way. "Gentleman, now that our guest of honor has arrived, I would suggest you all get together and make your choices for this year's lucky member."

I could hear all the men in the room talking amongst themselves at that point, with many looking over at me, smiling and giving me the once over. I was beginning to feel confused. What was Marvin talking about? I had no clue. Just then a waiter came by offering me a fancy glass of champagne, and I took it, not wanting to look odd. I took a sip, almost spilling it on myself, when I nice looking man came over to me.

"Mark Gordon" he said with bright wide eyes. I smiled. "Let me reintroduce myself. I am Jonathan Martin, CEO of Bio-Genetics International."

"Oh, well I am very honored to meet you sir, but I have to say I am a bit confused as to why I am here with all you very important people, I am just a gym teacher you know?"

He grabbed my muscled shoulder and said, "And a very good looking one at that, I might add."

At that I really blushed. "Well thank you sir, but I am still confused as to why I was asked to attend tonight."

"Oh Mark, didn't they tell you?"

"Er, no sir--did I miss something?"

Jonathan turned to Marvin and called him over. "Well you're going to get your answer right from the horse's mouth." Marvin came over to where we were standing. "So you devil you," Jonathan said to Marvin. "You dragged our guest of honor out here and didn't tell him why?"

Guest of honor, I thought. ME, the guest of honor? My stomach began to turn as I tried to understand why me over and over again.

"I'll take it from here," Marvin announced as he took my hand and led me to a room just off the large one, and then closed the door behind us. "Mark, I am so sorry to leave the important stuff for now, but I knew you would say yes, as this will make you very famous and very wealthy at the same time."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"Mark, inside that room is some, I would say all of the most important men involved in Bio-Genetics, and with your permission of course, we wanted you to be the first person to lend your magnificent physique and genetic code to a demonstration."

"Now I am more confused than ever sir. Why me? I am no one special really!

"Oh but you are Mark. Blood tests analyzed from your college and school physicals show that you possess a near perfect genetic string! And what that means for you Mark is a ticket to wealth and security for the rest of your life." Mr. Tolleson was grinning now, and I just stood there in awe of what he just told me.

"Sir, you mean my DNA is perfect?"

"Yes, and because of that you will become the most sought after man in the world! You will cure diseases and disorders that plague the world."

I was shaking a bit, very nervous as I tried to swallow all that he was saying.

"Mark, I know that this is all hitting you pretty heavy and I can understand if you're confused, but I have to tell you that your blood samples have cured or reversed hundreds of dysfunctions and rare disorders that have been baffling science for centuries."

My head was spinning at that point and I asked if I could sit, and Marvin made a chair available to me. "But, but, what does this mean? Do I get hooked up to a machine for the rest of my life? Just to help mankind?"

"No, of course not Mark, that would be inconceivable! However what we are proposing here tonight is a simple swapping of your body for one another. You would simply give us what we want and you can just go away and live your life as you have if you so desire, however I am sure you will want to chose another career or simply retire. It's quite simple Mark and painless. And you will never have to work again. Quite simply, you would go away very rich. The men gathered here have agreed to an amount that you will find quite acceptable."

I just sat there trying to absorb it all. "Mr. Tolleson, I like what I do and I can't imagine retiring at the age of 25. I have goals and desires like most young men, I beg you to explain how all this will work? I certainly would want to help mankind in anyway I could, but I am still a human being with a future!"

Marvin walked around behind me and was massaging my strong muscular shoulders, which at the moment seemed to relieve my tenseness. "Mark, we knew this was going to be a tough decision for you, and we promise that the body you receive will be totally healthy and you will be quite famous and will have the world on a string."

"Yeah? So do I chose who I want to be? Will I still have my thoughts and desires and more importantly will I still be young and good-looking?"

Marvin stopped massaging me and began pacing a bit. I could see he was trying to form the words to tell me something I didn't want to hear. Finally he walked up and stood in front of me. "Mark I have to be truthful with you. The choice for your swap is actually being made as we speak. Your new body will be one of the guests here tonight, and we thought it best that the decision be made by them, so that you would benefit financially."

I scratched my head and stood up looking Marvin in the eyes. "You mean I have no choice of who I will be? There is no one in that room younger than 50 that I can see. So you're asking me to give up my youth and my career so that some old man can have my perfect body?"

Marvin grabbed his jaw and thought a bit. "It does sound rather like your getting the short end of the stick here Mark, but I can assure you that what you would be doing for mankind is what is pinnacle here, and I must remind you that if you refuse, the government will become involved and I know that a body swap would not be one of their offers."

I spun around at that point with my hands over my head, trying to breath deeply. This was going to be the hardest decision of my life and I wished I had my parents or my best friend to counsel me. Body swapping was a fantasy of mine for sure, but why wasn't I getting to choose whom I wanted to be I thought? I turned back towards Marvin. "Do I have to decide this tonight?"

Marvin grabbed his jaw again and looked at me and said, "Well, that was our hope Mark. This discovery combined with the news of your healing DNA was going to be announced in the morning."

"Oh," I said, making a gulping sound. "Er, can I call my parents or a friend before this happens?"

Marvin shook his head. "No Mark. Every one of your friends will be notified as well as your parents. You see there is going to be a transition stage, where the person who gets your body will actually finish out your semester of teaching and then the work will begin."

"Will I know who I was? Will I have memories? Will I still have my friends?"

"Damn, Mark--you ask hard questions and I am afraid you're going into a body with a new life. Once it's done you will only have your memories for a few minutes as the consciousness of the person you have become takes hold and from that point on you will no longer be Mark. You will see the world as that person and have his dreams and desires and knowledge as well. You see we have this process so defined that the new Mark will have your consciousness, but subdued so that the person who is becoming you can then take control of your body. For a time your former body will have two consciousnesses, till yours finally is forgotten and forced so deeply into your subconscious that it will be lost forever. Does that explain it well enough for you Mark?"

I could feel I had to take a leak just then and I said, "Marvin can I use the rest room?"

Marvin giggled and showed me to his private bathroom and I went in and shut the door. I slowly walked past the large lighted mirror, taking a look at myself for what might be the last time, then went over the urinal and took out my young cock and began to relieve myself. OH SHIT, I thought. What have I gotten myself into now? Maybe Tony had the right idea. What would he have done in my body? I began to think about my parents and my brother, and all the people I really would have loved to swap bodies with. Fuck this isn't fair, no way no how. I knew I had no choice, I knew they had me over a barrel. I guess I might as well do this like a man. I shook off my cock and went to the sink to wash up.

Ending One

Next to the sink was a phone and I got nervous--I had to call someone. I grabbed the handset and dialed this guy I chatted with in Indiana. If I was going with anyone it would probably be him, so I stood there shaking as the phone rang. Oh Paul, please be home, I thought. After about 6 rings he finally picked up and I heard his familiar voice.

"Hello?" he said.

"Paul, Paul, this is Mark. You know, Mark Gordon?"

He could sense I was nervous and in trouble. "Mark, my God, what's the matter?"

"Paul I am in trouble and I need your advice. Please Paul, please..." I was crying now.

"Mark, slow down," he said. "Tell me what's going on. Are you hurt? Do you need money?"

"No Paul. They are going to steal my body and I will not be me anymore."

Paul paused. "Mark you're not making sense now. This isn't our fantasy chat. You know that body swapping isn't a reality. What is really going on son? I will do anything I can for you."

"Paul, I can't explain right now but it is real and I am at this rich man's house and in a few minutes I am not going to be me anymore."

"Mark, please son, even if what you're saying is true, what can I do? Call the police?"

"No, that will make things worse. The government is involved and if I don't agree they will steal my body regardless."

Paul started to believe me I could tell. "Mark, you know that I love you and wish I could be in your place right now to take the shock and pain that you must be going through."

"Yes Paul, that's why I called you, I wish I could be you right now too. I know you could handle this much better than I could. Besides, if I have to become someone else, I would want that person to be you man. At that point both of us were crying and Marvin was knocking at the door.

"Mark, it's time."

"Oh Paul, I have to go. Please pray for me man." And I hung up.

With tears in my eyes I opened the door and Marvin took out his handkerchief and wiped my eyes. "Mark, this it the greatest thing you could do for the world. Remember you're the most special guy. Think of it as a coming out party! Your coming out of one life and into another. Think of it that way and this will go much more smoothly."

I looked up at Marvin and shook my head yes and we both went back into the large room where everyone was waiting anxiously.

Marvin took me up to the podium and raised my right arm and said to all, "Mark is with us," and the whole room roared with applause. Once the noise settled, Marvin asked if the choice was made for the swap, and a voice came out of the crowd.

"Yes Mr. Tolleson. We have come with a volunteer."

At first I didn't want to look at who I was to become, but once the man got closer there was no hiding him from my sight. Alongside Marvin and I was now a short Asian man almost 6 inches shorter than myself, who was wearing glasses and had a pudgy face and a body that was not proportional for his size. I looked him over and my worst fears were realized. He was quickly introduced as Yug Kim, a microbiologist from the People's Republic of China. I was shaking now, trying to imagine a life as a Chinese man who looked in his late 50s, with balding thin brown hair and what looked like a hearing aid in one ear. Oh shit I thought, the short end of the stick was very true.

I had to pee again, but I knew this was not the time to ask. Besides my head was throbbing as the audience clapped at the choice. Both Mr. Kim and I were led to these two chambers and were told to put on these headphones that would block out any noise. We were then told that the process was a combination of induced astral projection and concentration, and that I was to only focus on Mr. Kim during the procedure and he on me. Failure to do this would just prolong the swap, so we were instructed to concentrate as hard as humanly possible.

My door was shut closed and I was looking across at Mr. Kim who was already repeating my name and trying to get a start on the concentration. Once his door was closed, a switch was thrown and our bodies were instantly electrified to the point that I felt very lightheaded and numb. I closed my eyes and could only think of one person, and that was Paul. He was my choice and by God I would fight this body swap as much as I could. I couldn't even imagine being Chinese and living a life as this short fat man.

I started to feel Mr. Kim gaining on me like he was hovering over me and I began to shake pushing him away from me. I concentrated on Paul repeating his name visualizing him as best I could and my head was feeling like it was going to burst. Paul, Paul, Paul, I repeated with all my energy. Little did I realize that back in Indiana, Paul was praying and thinking of me, wishing he could help me in some way, focusing on me as hard as he could.

Soon my head became more focused and the throbbing was subsiding as I began to have a clear picture of Paul in my head, I was getting rock hard as I was able to sense him close to me, and I could almost hear him repeating my name. I was sweating buckets as my desires to become Paul had gone beyond the astral projection of minds I was feeling my body tingling and changing as me and Paul made a real and direct connection, much more powerful than anything anyone would have imagined.

Kneeling at his bed in Indiana, Paul was transforming into me as I was transforming into him the process had us both drenched in sweat as his body was transferring into my clothes as mine was into his and in just a few minutes his body was now inhabiting my tuxedo, with my 30 inch waist binding against him tight. I now had Paul's body but my mind, and the excitement made me cum in my boxer briefs. When my eyes opened I could see the shocked faces of the men who were now witness to the first actual body swap in the history of mankind. I quickly loosen my belt and unbuttoned the top button my slacks and let out a sigh of relief, I looked down as the cuffs of my slacks were a little high and I broke out laughing seeing how much taller I was now. The dress shirt was stretching a bit but holding as I kicked my way out of the chamber to the shock of all that were there. The crowd was yelling as they tried to figure out who I now and why the swap failed. Mr. Kim's soul was still out there somewhere floating around in the cosmos. They pulled his lifeless form out of his chamber.

Back in Indiana, Paul was in disbelief as he sensed his new muscular physique of the 25-year-old Mark Gordon who he had always dreamed of being. His new young cock was just pumping cum into the plaid boxers that he always wore, and he could feel every muscle in his new body as he climaxed and moaned. "My God, he shouted, "it's real I now have Mark's body." He quickly got up on his feet feeling his new center of balance and the maneuverability of his new young body. This is more than I could ever have wished for he kept repeating as he undressed to model his new body in the mirror. It didn't take Paul long to come to his senses and realize that his best friend was still in trouble and began to pace back and forth thinking of what he could do to help him.

Back at the riot that had started, I tried to act dumb telling everyone I didn't know what was going on and was just as surprised as they were. They kept asking me where Mark was and I said I didn't know what they were talking about. I was being roughed around and the men were demanding an answer.

Marvin got to the microphone and tried to quiet everyone down. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, the demonstration has failed and I can't explain what went wrong."

Some of the men shouted and thought this was a trick, something clever that Marvin had set up to gain control of Mark's perfect DNA and demanded an immediate blood test.

Once the crowd had gotten into order, Marvin agreed to have my blood tested, which was done on the spot. With in minutes it was found that my DNA was not the same as Mark's at all, the body transformation had given me Paul's DNA, which made sense to me.

In the confusion and subsequent fighting that started out because of Mr. Kim's death, I slipped out and ran several miles till I could find a public phone. Once I had, I called for a taxi that took me back home, where I grabbed some of my baggier clothes to wear and then headed to the airport. I felt kind of silly in clothes that really weren't meant from the body I was in, I mean Paul and I would talk about such things but the reality was I was now taller and bigger in some places than before. Paul's body was physically fit but just shaped a bit differently from Mark the gym stud.

I bought a ticket, hoping that I had enough to cover the fare, which I did thank God, and made my trek back to Indiana to find Paul and see if he indeed had transformed into me.

It must have been ESP, because Paul or I should say the new Paul was at the airport trying to decide whether it was smart to fly to Arizona. It was like looking into a mirror for both of us as we met near one of the ticket counters. All Paul could say was, "You need to find a better tailor there Paul!" and we burst out laughing. We both headed out to his car and were off to his house to bring our new reality into focus.

All the way we were kidding each other as to how we looked and it was so weird watching my former self driving me. I had to ask Paul, "Well did you cum when it happened?"

Paul just turned to me with his new young face and said, "Guess you'll have to check out the dirty laundry when we get to my place."

The next few weeks were incredible as we both rediscovered who we were and who we now had become. We also realized that nothing is impossible and mind over matter had a new meaning.

Ending Two

I dried my hands and headed out of the bathroom to where Marvin was waiting to take me back into the room with the other guests. With a big smile, Marvin brought me back and up to the podium and raised my arm announcing, "Mark is with us." The group of men shouted and applauded and all the men were giving me the thumbs up. When the crowd calmed down, Marvin asked if the choice for my swap was finalized, and one of the men raised his hand and announced that it had been, and I didn't want to look as a man began his way up to the podium. Alongside Marvin and I was now a short Asian man almost 6 inches shorter than myself, who was wearing glasses and had a pudgy face and a body that was not proportional for his size. I looked him over and my worst fears were realized. He was quickly introduced as Yug Kim, a microbiologist from the People's Republic of China. I was shaking now, trying to imagine a life as a Chinese man who looked in his late 50s, with balding thin brown hair and what looked like a hearing aid in one ear. Oh shit I thought, the short end of the stick was very true.

I had to pee again, but I knew this was not the time to ask, besides my head was throbbing as the audience clapped at the choice. Both Mr. Kim and I were led to these two chambers and were told to put on these headphones that would block out any noise. We were then told that the process was a combination of induced astral projection and concentration, and that I was to only focus on Mr. Kim during the procedure and he on me. Failure to do this would just prolong the swap, so we were instructed to concentrate as hard as humanly possible. My door was shut closed and I was looking across at Mr. Kim who was already repeating my name and trying to get a start on the concentration. Once his door was closed, a switch was thrown and our bodies were instantly electrified to the point that I felt very lightheaded and numb. My body began to feel light as I closed my eyes, I knew I had agreed to this and like a man I had to go through with it. Angst my better judgment I began to concentrate on the short chubby Chinese man across the way, and with a passion I focused on him as I was told to do, and with in minutes I could feel my body becoming less attached to my consciousness. Soon I could no longer move my fingers or toes and I had no sense of being in a muscular body at all. I had this floating sensation and I felt myself being drawn to something that seemed dark and very strange. The entry into Kim's body felt like I was being put into something soft without limits and as I feel into his form I could feel his fat pressing agnst his tuxedo as I began to find the limits of his physical form. In my mind my cock was still 7 inches but when I got into Kim's body I felt the difference immediately as my 7 inches went to 4 and my balls seemed to have less mass. In fact I could not feel my genitals agnst the underwear this man was wearing, rather I could sense the potbelly he had causing his boxers to ride over his gentiles and giving me no sense that they were pressing agnst any fabric at all. This body I have acquired was felt bloated and uncomfortable and my vitality level had dropped along with all the other hormones I had once a bountiful supply of.

At first in a weird strange way I wanted to experience this Chinese man's climax and was trying with all my might to get hard. I had no idea that my libido had changed so much and my Mark consciousness was quickly being shrouded by the life of this man and his desires and goals. Quickly my head filled with strange words and sounds and any interest in sex was extinguished as I was becoming this man completely. I was now looking out across at a young 25-year-old guy in a perfectly fitting tuxedo who was very handsome. The take over of my former body by Kim's consciousness for him was nothing more than a something he had to do. He took no sexual pleasure in assuming my former body, and from that point on, the real Mark was truly gone. The fact that Mark's precious DNA lay in a buff muscular gym body was more of a coincidence than a bonus, since Kim's strict scientific mind had no place for physical play or fantasy.

When the doors to the chambers were opened, I walked out wondering if the process had been successful, and spoke in my now native tongue of Chinese. When the young American was released he walked up to me and spoke to me in Chinese telling me all had gone well and that he was pleased with his new body and gave me a hug, and whispering in my ear - "this is for China."

Just as quickly as he spoke to me in Chinese, he began to speak in Mark's voice, telling the audience that the transfer was a success and that he Kim would now control the young studs body and precious DNA source.

After the celebrating had finished and most of the guests had left, Kim was given instructions on how he was to finish off Mark's semester, and told about his friends and family. It was planned that Kim would meet Mark's parents and brother so that they could see that Mark's body was ok and that his contribution was very much appreciated.

Over the next few months, Kim was preparing for his role in the DNA experiments, making calls from school and at home at night. Kim was speaking in Chinese more than English most of the time, and he kind of alienated Mark's colleges at school and the friends he had made locally from his time at ASU and even his landlord Tony. No longer would Tony catch Mark have dressed or sporting his shirtless body around on weekends. It wasn't Kim's plan to do this, he just was doing what he knew he had to do as host of Mark's body and DNA. As much as Kim tried to keep the routine Mark had made for himself, it wasn't long after the semester ended that Kim had totally dropped Mark's intensive exercise regiment, and it didn't take long for the lack of self control to show their signs on Mark's hard physique. As the months passed, so did Mark's nicely defined body, and although Kim kept to a special diet, Mark's muscle mass soon faded and Kim's waist went from 30 inches to 34 inches then to 38 inches and it seemed like Mark's V shaped physique had gone 180 degrees in the other direction. Kim's strict Chinese heritage and strict raising by his parents really had turned Mark's body sexless. From the day Kim had control of Mark's body, he never really experienced the viral and sexually active functions of his new life. All that sexual energy was refocused into research and Kim never knew what he was missing or realized what he could have had, had he just jacked off once in a while. While Kim's blood was doing wonders for society, Kim was basically surgically milked for his sperm, in the hopes that another breed of Mark's could be created. In fact, Kim was given medications that prevented him from having any sexual desires at all.

Because of his lack of a good physical body, Kim only lived to just a few years beyond 60.

As for Mark or what was left of him in Kim's original body, he lived to the ripe old age of 80, living the lap of luxury with the wealth he was promised. Ironically, the old Kim in his retirement was responsible for funding many programs for Chinese athletics and practically revamped the entire Chinese philosophy on physical fitness.

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