A Good Investment (body swap)
by zulator
The limousine arrived right at 7AM and I saw the driver get out and head up the walkway. I was not even close to being ready and was still trying to stretch down to get my socks on. These days just getting out of bed was a chore as my arthritis was now in full control of my body.
The doorbell rang and I just gave up, slipping on my slippers to make the slow journey to the front door. The husky driver dressed in a white suit asked if I was Mr. Lammont, and I said yes. He could see clearly I was not fully dressed and suggested that he could wait for me if I needed extra time. I shook my head to indicate to acknowledge the fact and the man smiled as he came in and sat in my living room.
I had my pants on and a tee shirt and still needed to put my shirt and then socks and shoes. I slowly made my way back to the bedroom, took my shirt off the hanger and slowly began to get it on. Stretching my arms out to fill the sleeves was very hard and then buttoning the buttons with my thick arthritic hands was always a challenge.
Ah, success, I shouted and then I gently sat down again to get my socks on.
Where had all the years gone? I was always so agile as a young man- able to leap tall buildings as they say, but now I was 89 and if I had not signed up for the procedure I would have just stayed in bed. With great pain I managed to get my socks on, taking a brief moment afterwards to catch my breath before I attempted to get to my feet and into my shoes.
Finally I was ready and made my way out to the living room where the driver quickly got up and opened the door for me. Grabbing my right arm for support, the driver helped me make the way to the Limousine and with some help I got into the back seat.
They spared no expense with the amenities, a wet bar, a telephone and some freshly cut flowers. I suppose it was the least they could do seeing as how I had paid over a million dollars for a chance to begin a new life in a much younger body. I just sat back and closed my eyes as the vehicle whizzed through traffic and to the medical center.
When we arrived, the driver had to shake me out of the nap I had fallen into and then into an awaiting wheel chair. Inside the building I was greeted by the man who had signed me up, and a cute young female nurse and was then brought into an elevator where I was to witness the extraction process before my procedure could begin. It was not necessary that I witness this extraction thing, but I was more curious than anything to see the effects it would have on my donor body.
When we reached the right floor, I was taken to an observatory area high above what looked like a standard operating room. I could see down very clearly the young athletic body that I had chosen months ago. What a fine specimen of youth the young man was and it even appeared that his muscle definition had increased since I last saw him, but it could have been the lighting making him appear that way.
I had studied his the young kids bio several times so that I would know what sacrifices he would be making in my behalf. I felt badly that the results would leave him unrecognizable; changing his features radically while he experienced a sort of pre-aging disorder. He was just 21 years old and I knew his youth was precious and it bothered me knowing what he would have to deal with.
I was told this was totally humane and that the donor was fully aware of his fate. Never the less, I was concerned that a perfectly healthy athletic body would under go such a radical drainage of fluids, youth hormones, and precious oils that could only be found in a body such as his.
The technicians connected and apparatus over the young kids groin area, securing the young athletic scrotum and cock shaft into the extraction device. Then other tiny tubes and sensors were placed around major muscle groups and sweat glands inside his armpits.
When all the attachments were made, one of the technicians looked up at where I was sitting and sort of gave me a strange grin, then proceeded to activate the machine.
A high-pitched whistling sound could be heard as the machine began its job of transferring the required ingredients for my transformation. I could see fluids traveling down the tiny tubes and the young athletic body just quivered and shook a bit as it was drained.
I imagined the apparatus around the jocks groin was working hard to extract all of his testosterone and semen. I could see his body rise and lower a bit from his tight young hips and ass cheeks tightening as his body climaxed over and over to deliver all he had.
Then suddenly the young athlete let out a primal wailing while his head turned from side to side. I could imagine how painful the loss of youth must be, especially the change in his muscle mass and how his internal organs were being depleted and caused to age and develop conditions that only old age can bring.
With just a few minutes into the procedure and I could make out the changes to his body and it was sad to witness the demise of such a wonderful physique.
Muscles began to relax as if the tension was released and all the fine definition that once adorned his body was now fading fast. Tight molded pectoral muscles flattened like pancakes and his ribbed abdominal muscles spread as his waist lost its tightness. All his smooth tight skin began to sag and even his nipples seemed to grow wider because of it.
I could see lights changing color on the control panel as the extraction was coming to an end. Then the high pitched sound subsided and the technicians began to remove all the tubes and sensors while the apparatus around his groin was detached, leaving his body with a less than average sized genitals.
The V shaped body that once lay on the table below was now more pear shaped and looked drained and aged.
Now it was my turn. I was taken back to the elevator and brought down to the area below. I was to be laid out on a similar table, so that my body could be fed with the gifts of youth that would reshape my body into that of the young athletic kid that would no longer need them.
It took two strong technicians to get my old out of shape body onto the table and properly situated. I remember how cold the table felt against my skin and how painful it was as the cold metal made my arthritis flare up. The technicians could see that I was in pain, but told me that the pains of an 89-year-old man would soon be history.
The apparatus was lowered over my groin and my scrotum and soft cock were made to stretch into the device and that added to my discomfort as well. All the tiny tubes and sensors were added and each tiny needle pinched and began to irritate my skin.
The technician that previously had given me that strange grin stood was hovering over me and told me I would begin to feel a wave of euphoria soon as my body reshaped and gained muscle and my aged changed dramatically.
All this anticipation was causing my blood pressure rise and my breathing became erratic. One of the technicians yelled out to the others to start the machine and as the high-pitched sound began to deafen me, the machine began to send the freshly extracted fluids into my body.
So much was happen all at once, I could not tell which part of me tingled the most. I began to feel life returning to my genitals as I sensed an erection coming on. My skin was really tightening and my ass cheeks seemed to rise a bit off the table as they reshaped and became hard and tight.
The binding around my waist gave way as my flabby stomach shrunk down considerably and years of soft tissue turned into tight muscle. There was a burning sensation as the forest of hair on my chest, stomach and back lost their follicle source and a new younger smooth skin emerged.
Every inch of my body was taking on a youthful look and I could feel my head sprout thick dark hair and I wanted so much to scratch it. Instantly my eyesight became crisp and clear and all my bodily senses were turned on to the highest setting possible and the euphoria was so intense my cock head must have been glowing purple. Inside that apparatus I was blowing cum like a kid and all the former pain I had experienced was gone- totally gone.
I could hear one technician say to the other how wonderful the process had been and one would never know that just minutes earlier an 89-year-old man had ever existed.
All the tubes and sensors were removed and that apparatus was lifted off my groin, leaving me totally boned out. I could see the sperm dripping down onto me from the machine and as soon as it was clear, I popped up and on to my feet.
Holy Mother of Christ, I shouted as I felt my new physique and I began doing jumping jacks and flexing, while my cock flopped up and down still stiff.
Soon a mirror was brought over and I got my first chance to see the results reflected back at me and nowhere could I find any sign of age or the body I once inhabited. My face was perfectly smooth and my chest and stomach definition was identical to what the young donor had once had.
I was given a few moments to savor the effects and then a shower, some pretty neat underwear and some casual clothes to head home with. I kept asking about the donor and what would become of him, but I couldn’t get a straight answer from anyone; yet the thought of him now aged and less than the man he was bothered me a bit.
When I arrived home it was like visiting a museum of sorts, seeing my house so plain and fashioned for the old man I used to be. My hospital bed would have to go first and a complete remodeling also came to mind. I wanted desperately to be seen in my new body and the first place I wanted to go was the beach, so I unpacked and slipped on a sexy pair of Speedo swim trunks I was given and began to model in front of the mirror. Hot Damn! I was fucking hot in this new body of mine and just seeing how nicely formed I was started a pre-cum flow to begin and I was getting stiffer by the minute. I had so many plans in my mind I couldn’t begin to organize things in my head just then, but I knew I needed to get to the beach and be seen as I knew my life from now on would be lived as a shirtless jock type.
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