Make A Wish (body swap)
by zulator
After a successful college career funded with various athletic scholarships, my entry into the business world seemed so easy. I was able to land a job as assistant to the Vice President of Trent International, an importer of fine men's clothing and owner of the Swank Trent Men's shops in all the affluent shopping malls around the country. With only two years with the company, I was able to take over the Vice President's position when Charles Monroe retired. Such success in a short period of time was almost unheard of, but having maintained my prized athletic body and having access to the most exclusive men's clothing in the world, gave me an edge over other candidates. I suppose the combination of a great body and a cute face, didn't hurt either.
My name is Mark A. Gordon, that's MAG on my monogrammed shirts to all you common people out there. I was a man on top of the world, who had practically everything he ever wanted, except for a steady girlfriend or someone to come home to at night. My life was so regimented and scheduled, I couldn't even think of settling down at this point in my life, or have a steady relationship. I found contentment in my work and my body, so my routine always included a daily workout at an all-exclusive gym, that kept my young body in tip top shape. At 25 years old, with a young baby face, I often passed for much younger, and that would always flatter me or embarrass me, depending on the situation. I often get carded at business functions, and it had become a private joke in the executive offices at Trent's Corporate Campus in the lavish suburban community of Lake Success, N.Y.
Being near the top of such a fashion company, also brought the community involvement and sponsorship responsibilities, and I was always interested in giving back to the community. This year we were asked to be a major sponsor for the National Charity group called the Make-A-Wish Foundation. I had always thought that this group did such great work and was worthy of receiving as much funding and support that Trent International could provide. I remember the night at the banquet when our sponsorship was announced and I was obligated to make the speech announcing our commitment to the foundation. It happened to be part of my job anyway to represent the company publicly, so this was an extra treat for me. As I accepted the responsibility for the next fiscal year as sponsor, I reiterated the Foundation's goal of providing those who were terminally ill their last wish, whether it be flying in a fighter jet or meeting their favorite movie star or sports figure. To say the least, I was excited about the opportunity to be able to be the one presenting the gifts to the worthy candidates.
As the year of the sponsorship played out, I found myself traveling from one part of the country to another making the desires of smiling children and adults come true. It wasn't until the last month of the year, December of 2000, that my joy and excitement began to fizzle out. The recipient for December was a most deserving scientist, who was losing his battle with cancer. What made this recipient different than the rest, was the fact that he had been paralyzed from birth and was made to live in a wheelchair his whole life. Dr Wendel C. Kent, was a world renowned scientist in the field of genetic research, and through his dedication and will to overcome his disability. He made scientific discoveries in this field that opened new windows for the cure of many human genetic problems. Dr. Kent had received the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Science several times, and had sacrificed many of his personal goals for the betterment of science and mankind.
The problem arose because of Dr. Kent's wish. Ordinarily every effort to make his wish a reality would have taken place, but this one seemed shockingly impossible. Having met the scientist at many public occasions and international events, he became sort of an odd acquaintance of mine, in that he always invited me to his parties and to his Caribbean retreat during the Winter months. I say odd, because we came from such different backgrounds and although science was an interest for me in college, it wasn't my best subject. Rather, his attraction for me was just that, a lust for a young athletic man who always dressed in the most expensive clothing, and who had become his alter ego, the person he always thought he should be and look like. So when the announcement of Dr. Kent as recipient of the December Wish came along, the problems began to mount. Dr. Kent had announced to the committee that his final wish before he died, was to be ME, Mark A. Gordon the cute, athletic man of his desires, and he wanted to be me for the duration of his last Winter in the Caribbean. When the official request came in, I was brought into the president's office and for an explanation of what this was all about. The news was quite flattering at first and my first impression was to laugh it off, but the request turned serious because all of a sudden financial endowments were at risk if I didn't take the proposition seriously. I was young and full of life and took great care of my body, and the thought of becoming an old man with cancer, who's life centered around living in a wheel chair, frankly scared the hell out of me. Dr. Kent presented a scientific method for such a wish to come true, and the president of my company, an elderly man himself became very interested in the prospect of having the procedure done to himself, if what Dr. Kent was proposing was possible. All the secret behind the door dealings that went on late at night, seemed to make my participation in the process even more crucial and I was put on the spot to loose my career and chance for advancement if I didn't cooperate.
In a detailed letter, Dr. Kent's office explained how the very experiential yet successful process of body swapping was possible, and that his request to become me for his last Winter on earth was imperative and if not granted would mean a tremendous loss of investment in Trent International by the Kent Foundation.
After many a night soul searching and getting my priorities straight, I finally agreed to the process. After all, I respected the dying scientist and this was a way I could pay him back for the gracious gifts he had given me in the past. I signed the agreement finally, after discussing the legalities and responsibilities the Doctor would have once he possessed my body. After that everything went so fast. I quickly packed and proceeded to Dr. Kent's Island retreat as usual, as if I were going there as his guest.
The whole idea to me seemed quite erotic and the thought of a man paralyzed since birth, who had never achieved a normal erection, or had experienced sexual relations taking on a young vibrant athletic body for a month of fun, sent light bulbs flashing in my head.
What if he reneged on the agreement and stole my body permanently? He was a billionaire and could have anything he wanted and could certainly arrange for my death while he was in my body and cleverly cover up the whole thing. These thoughts went through my head as the private jet made its way to his private island. The Doctor had arrived before me and we hadn't talked in days, I wanted to remind him of how careful I was with my body, I was so afraid something would happen and I would become the first young 25 year old to die of cancer at an old age.
As I unpacked at my private casita at the compound as I normally did, it seemed silly hanging all my classy casual clothes in the closet and filling the drawers with my sexy athletic underwear and expensive shirts and summer khaki wear. But I wanted it to be as normal an arrival as possible so I went through the paces as if it were me about to enjoy a month in the warm tropical sun. When I was done, a security guard picked me up and we headed to the clinic connected to the main residence.
I was led to a small room with two operating tables and a large machine with tubes and wires, and was instructed to strip down naked and take my place on one of the tables, which I did. There was a mirror affixed to the ceiling, so I was going to get the visual effect of whatever was going to happen as well as the physical effects of the changes.
I was kind of nervous as I lay there feeling my defined chest and stomach for what could be the very last time. I found my hands wandering down beyond my abs, touching my youthful cock and ball sacs buried in my bushy pubes, wondering if the good Dr. Kent could appreciate fully what he was going to be getting. I'm sure he couldn't wait to experience the thrill of being young and having the body of an athlete, and the prospect of a full month of sex with a beautiful women for the first time in his life. The thoughts ran through my mind as they wheeled the good Dr. in and lifted his nude body up on the other table next to me. I turned and smiled but he was totally subdued, almost unconscious it seemed.
"You ready for an adventure, Mr. Gordon?" the head technician asked.
I grinned and replied, "Yes. Er, what is with Dr. Kent? He doesn't look very good today? "
"Oh, he is just a little tired from all the medication, but I can assure you he would have loved to have been conscious for this procedure."
"Right," I said. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I am going to become an unconscious old man who is paralyzed with cancer. The prospect of being Dr. Kent was losing value fast.
The clinic workers quickly began to hook Dr. Kent and I up to this strange machine. Then tubes and needles were being stuck in us in many different places, including one in our ball sacks and a catheter tube down our pee slits, the full length of our penises. Both of us had to get an erection for that and mine was inserted much faster than Dr. Kent's, as I watched them feverously massaging his cock to get it hard. The worst tube was a wide one that was stuck up our ass oles and I was beginning to wonder just how this process was done. Once they finished with the attachments, a headphone was put on my and the Doctor's head so we could listen to some sort of music I supposed, and also so that the process could be explained to us while the actual procedure was happening. The technician made it clear that I would know what was happen at all times.
There was first an interlude of calming music, which seemed to help me forget about all the pains associated with the attachments to my body. Then the explanations of each attachment were explained in detail. A lot of it was medical and scientific mumbo jumbo, but the catheter tube and anal tube were needed for any bodily releases that might occur once I started to become the Doctor and became unable to control my bodily functions. OH MY GOD, I thought. I didn't think about that so much, I was going to be wearing a diaper for a month. Shit! I was becoming more and more uneasy and ready to call the whole thing off. What had I gotten myself into, I kept thinking.
There was a tingle in my ball sacs as the machine began drawing out raw sperm from my body and I could see the tube coming over along side me and disappear into the machine. The explanation on the recording told me that my sperm samples were the best way to gather necessary DNA to provide genetic material for the process. I watched, as my sperm was being literally drained out of me and traveling through a tube into the machine. Was that my life leaving me I thought? Likewise the good Dr.'s sperm was being pumped out of his lifeless body. I guess I won that contest too, since my sample was huge in comparison to his, and I suppose that was to be expected since the good Dr. was in his late eighties and I was 25. The technician assured me that the quality and not quantity was what was important, but it was important nonetheless to totally drain the sperm from our bodies to speed up the physical transformation.
Next I saw blood traveling through another tube and into the machine and then something mechanical was moving under the table I was on, moving from the bottom headed towards the end of the table where my head was. As this thing passed by my feet I felt a pulling sensation on the portion of my body as it passed each part of me. I supposed it was some sort of scanner device, and I was right as I heard the explanation in the headsets. As it passed by my most muscular body parts the sensation was like a burning feeling as if I had worked out to much on one muscle group at the gym. I watched the mirror above me as it passed through my stomach and chest and my hard, defined muscles seemed to intensify in firmness as it passed through. The process stopped once it moved past my head. The headphones came alive again, explaining that a body mass scan had been successful and the next process was about to start.
The machine we were connected to was making all sorts of noise and I was told to expect another strange sensation as fluids were being transferred back into me. In a few seconds I saw blood going back into me and at the same time the sperm tube was filling up and sending a thick liquid back towards my ball sacks. As the thick liquid entered my body it had such a warming effect and I could feel my ball sacs expand to take the entire flow. Putting it back in was much more pleasurable than the draining. Once that stopped, my sacs began to throb with great pain and there was discharge out of the catheter tube that looked like more sperm at first but quickly turned into the color of urine and the pain seemed to fade some after a while. I began to feel queasy as a throbbing warmth began to sweep through my body. What I saw in the mirror above me was my body aging rather fast and my muscle mass disappearing. I was speechless as I watched my 25 year old body go through the aging process and my muscle mass fade. Hair started to grow on my stomach and around my now enlarged nipples and my thick wavy head of hair was turning white and thinning. I felt a release coming out of my ass now and I wondered what it was. The headphones explained that I was acquiring the doctor's bowel and kidney function and it was normal that these releases would happen once I had no more control of them.
OH GOD, I thought, I'm developing incontinence. The reflection in the mirror was becoming more and more that of the Doctor's. More fluids began to flow now and I was beginning to feel more strange sensations as if I was filling with gas and I needed to pass it. My entire body was tingling now and more pee was flowing out of me uncontrollably then the mechanical scanner was starting up again this time it moved back to the bottom of the table with a slam then began to travel up scanning my feet with that tingling pulling effect. This time the scan was making my bones ache as it passed through my body and the speed of the scan slowed and sped up it seemed according to the density of my body mass it was emulating. The mirror now was reflecting back the finishing touches of Doctor Kent's features as the scan reshaped my now soft body. The headphones explained that this scan was finalizing my body shape and mass to emulate the Doctors body.
"OH FUCK," I shouted as my body took on the Doctor's physical shape. Seeing my legs thin out and my stomach and waist swell were horrifying. Then my chest got fatty and loose and my nipples became pointed and were sagging. I concentrated hard, wishing this whole event was just a dream, but as the scanner completed its run, I could see there was nothing recognizable about my former my body. At the height of the sensations, I thought I heard the Doctor speaking something like, "Am I Mark yet?" I wanted to speak myself, but I was so weak and my breathing became hard and erratic. A technician came over to me and all the attention was now on me as they whisked the good doctor off to another room to recuperate.
"How you feeling there Mark?" I tried to speak but I couldn't. They were listening to my heart and taking my blood pressure now. "Don't worry Mark. It's almost over." Then there was this terrific sensation of pain with in me, and the headphones told me that the cancer was now forming within me and I would be sedated momentarily. More fluid was passing out of me now and the technician was injecting me with something I thought he said was morphine. Yes it was, and just in time. As the morphine took effect, I no longer felt anything, but could see hands probing my feet and stomach as the clinic technicians were checking my body out. I could hear in the background voices saying how successful the process was and I was glad the process was over finally myself as I faded away.
It must have been hours it seemed when I awoke. As my eyes opened a bit I could see a young athletic figure standing next to me. "It worked Mark!" the handsome young face told me, as he tried to hold back the guilt he was feeling for subjecting me to such a process. I was so medicated I was going in and out of consciousness, but he was explaining how wonderful it felt to be me and how pleased he was with my body and how he had already discovered the desires that seem to fill his head now in anticipation of his first sexual experience. I was so happy that the process was over, but I was totally out of it and soon all his words became mumbled and I became unconscious again.
The next morning I awoke thinking I could jump out of bed like I normally do, but found that I had no lower body sensation at all. I was tired and weak and my lips were dry and cracking. I wondered how my counter part spent his first night, I was hoping he was enjoying his time in my body and the morning woody surprise he would probably have. I couldn't even feel if I had a cock myself. I was too sick to think about an erection anyway. Soon a nurse came in and told me that I had a guest. A very young and athletic body appeared in front of me again with a big smile but this time dressed in my very expensive casual attire.
"How are you feeling Mark?" the young man said.
"Oh its nothing like I expected," I mumbled.
"I hope you can see how this wish was important for me," he went on. He grabbed my hand tightly. "You have no idea Mark. For once in my life I can experience what a wonderful male body has to offer. I can run, play, swim and for the first time I have sensation in my penis and feel like a functional man. I promise Mark, you will be taken care of till we trade back, but I need to tell you something important Mark. I should have told you before we started."
"What?" I said, slurring the words.
"Well, I am gay Mark! All those times you enjoyed your stays here I was watching your every move with video cameras in every part of your casita, and was lusting for your body, but held back hoping that one day I could actually become you and play out the fantasies I had wanted to. I wanted you to know that I would be indulging in a totally gay lifestyle. I hope this is ok with you?"
My eyes rolled back in my head as I heard his confession, I was afraid now, and I felt I had been tricked and betrayed. What was I going to do now anyway? I stared at the Doctor for a second and a tear rolled down my right check, then I said to him, "I suppose you will be careful and not infect or damage my body?"
His eyes opened wide. "Of course not Mark, you don't have to worry," the doctor replied. "I promise to return your body just as perfectly as you gave it to me".
"Ok, (cough) OK, I trust you," I said fading away.
The nurse came back in and announced, "It's time for me to nap now." She said to the young athletic stud, "You'll have to leave."
The young smiling re-born Doctor left and scurried down to his awaiting Lexus convertible and sped off to experience the life he always dreamed of. Little did Mark know, that the Doctor was headed to the marina and was setting sail with a group of select young gay men ranging in age from 18 to 35, who he had handpicked months before. The Doctor was off for the sexual adventure he could only fantasize about when he inhabited his old dying body.
As the days passed, Mark became anxious to return to his young body and each day he stayed in Dr. Kent's dying body, was another day closer to death. Mark tried to make the best of it, but the technicians at the clinic found that the cancer was spreading faster and just a few weeks into the trade, Mark was going to die in a matter of hours if he didn't return to his young body.
As the procedure was getting set up for the reversal, the young Doctor was nowhere to be found and an all night search of the island seemed to come up with nothing. The doctors sailing adventure was kept a secret from even his closest associates. Mark became enraged at the arrogance and trickery the doctor had used to steal his body. Mark pleaded for some sort of way out and was begging the technicians to let him swap bodies with someone who could prolong his existence. The head of the clinic came to visit Mark and reassured him there was a way to regain his former body, but it could be risky since the original body samples kept after the initial transformation were not fresh. Mark pleaded and begged and the technicians found what seemed a sufficient quantity of Mark's original sperm and blood specimens from his former young body plus the original body scan, were enough to return the dying jock back to his young age and disease free muscled body.
Mark's dying body was set on the same table as before and the tubes and needles were reattached as before. He watched the sperm leave his old body, then the blood and then a small wait for his original samples to be pumped back into him. As soon as the sperm was pumped back into his ball sacs and that tingly warm rush went through his body, Mark started to see the aging process reverse before his eyes. Away went the hairy chest and stomach and his thinning head of white hair was getting dark and thick. As the scan began to pass through his body, he watched as his body mass returned and the hard firm muscular definition formed on his chest and stomach. A big smile returned to Marks face as the scan completed and he was looking at his old self again.
"OH GOD THANK YOU!" Mark shouted as he was wheeled to the recovery room. After a brief check out by technicians, Mark quickly returned to his casita, got dressed for travel and packed and headed back to New York, while the mystery of what became of Doctor Kent unfolded in secret.