Melancholy Me (body swap)
by zulator
It's been a week since the start of the transformation. At first it was for Rob and I the single most important thing in our lives. The chance for Rob to become younger, and my chance to become middle-aged and experience what that was all about. For me especially, it was the excitement of the experience of feeling my body change and feel Rob's DNA take over me, the change in features that would become so visible since we both were so very different from each other. Rob was taller than me with much more mass to his frame. He was Italian and hairy, and from what he showed me several times, his body came with a very thick cock and enormous ball sacs. I suppose it was the cock and ball sacs that should have been up on top of the list of desires, not that my cock and balls were inferior, but rather his were bigger and seemed more masculine in my mind. Rob was 6 foot 2 inches and weighed around 280. He was balding slightly, had a very thick stubble on his face, a very hairy body and a very attractive face. He was after all a salesman and a very successful one at that, and now that his divorce was final, he had decided that swapping bodies with a younger guy was the appropriate thing to do. Rob had envisioned recouping the lost years involved with his unsuccessful marriage and reliving the last 35 years in my body to reclaim his youth and prime sexual years.
I was not interested in what I was going to lose in age because I was certain that the best years were going to be in my 50s and beyond when sex was done at a slower pace and enjoyed much more. I guess I was a bit of an optimist and bit naive because that was not what I was getting in return, and Rob knew this from the very start. I guess I needed to ask the right questions and probed a little deeper before I ran into this, but because of my youth, I guess I just went into this blindly and now I was going to pay the price.
Ron hardly ever emails me and I never see him on line anymore, at least not under his old screen name of (MachoDad4U). I remember the first time when he Im-ed me and we started talking. He was an instant turn-on for me, seeing him both in his suit and tie, and then later as we talked I was able to see him with his shirt off and then nude. What can I say? He was the man for me at the time, and he would always be the object of my thoughts as I blew my load each night. Oh, if I could only say that today, and only if I could still blow those loads! I guess you could say I was tricked. I was played and I was taken. I am not mad at Rob, rather I am disappointed, so now I am becoming him, and he is becoming me and from his lack of correspondence with me I believe he is having all the fun now that he was planning to achieve in his new younger body and jock boy features.
I guess I should start from the beginning. I was Mark Gordon, a 25-year-old gym teacher who kept his body hard and tight, and I prided myself as being a pure jock. I was successful in my job and had good friends, but I always had a desire to be a middle-aged man, especially the executive type that wore a suit and tie. I guess when the opportunity arose, I didn't do my homework, so to speak, and I guess I got what I deserved. My stats were 5'9" in height, 159 pounds, a 30-inch waistline, with brown eyes and dark curly hair and a smooth almost hairless body.
When I met Rob online and got to know him, I found that his body was one that really turned me on because it had the features I thought were the ones I really wanted and needed. When I first saw his picture, it was an instant hard-on for me, and his picture gave me many hours of jack off time. I don't think I expelled as much sperm for anyone in my life, but Rob was the man to be for me and I blew loads and loads of my hot juice because of him. Rob's personality also did it for me. What a salesman, I thought. He could sell ice cubes in Alaska if he wanted to. He was a man that literally could sway anyone to his side of an argument or in this case a sale. Our online relationship went on for over a year and even with his incredibly busy schedule, we were always meeting online at the same time each day and for hours on weekends.
We knew right off how much we both lusted for each other's bodies and lives, and it was just a matter of time before we talked about it and jacked off together online talking about it and how it would be. We would send each other cards in the mail, and all we could think about was each other.
The only problem with this relationship was the fact that we never met in the flesh. In fact, Rob's travels were overseas most of the time, and he lived in New York State. I was always at least 2200 miles from him, and even more than that most of the time. If we really wanted to proceed with our fantasy to become one another, we were going to have to figure a way to do it through the mail.
So after a year of this online relationship, Rob and I decided that we should be sharing our underwear, since this was the pivotal point of our lust for one another. I wanted what was in his boxers, and he wanted what was in mine. So we decided that we would send each other our underwear, and of course saturate them with our manly fluids of sweat, sperm and piss. Even a racing stripe would have been acceptable to me had Rob given me that, for I had certainly given him every stain a jock could muster for his enjoyment and his transformation.
Soon we were sending packages back and forth and enjoying the aromas of our bodies and the stains that were encrusted in each offering. Rob was sending me all kinds of underwear styles, from his normal boxers to thongs and fancy briefs from countries all over the world. I was in heaven with his offerings, and the subtle smells of the very expensive colognes that he wore. He was very excited about the jock smells that I gave him and the aroma of a gym bag that would drive him crazy. From what I could gather, the process started to happen about a month into the exchange regiment, and I was finding that Rob's sperm deposits were becoming much larger and his underwear was beginning to become more potent. Each of us had decided from the get go that once we received each other's underwear. We would religiously wear them for a week at a time so we could experience the maximum absorbing qualities and hence as faster transformation process.
I was as religious to this plan as I was to my exercise routine, and would work out in his boxers as well. In no time at all, it was evident that my cock was getting thicker and the skin around it was changing, and my balls were getting heavier. These sudden realizations were intensely enjoyed, and I was shooting more sperm than I had ever done in a single session. Having Rob's cock and ball sacs on my muscular young body at first was a dream come true, and whatever pre-cum or leaking problems I had in the past were only intensified now with my new manhood. For my physical size, I was sporting a larger than normal bulge, and I was in heaven. I suppose it was appropriate for the genitals to transform first. It would have been my choice hands down anyway I suppose, yet it was a bitter sweet event I found out later as more and more of myself was becoming Rob.
From Rob's letters and online chats, I knew he was enjoying his new young cock and what seemed to him an endless supply of cum constantly made available for him when ever he chose to release it. It wasn't till Rob began to experience more of the change that his letters and online chats became more erratic. As Rob's DNA was taking a serious change to emulate mine, the hair on his chest was disappearing and his balding head was filling in nicely with my dark curly hair. Rob's stubbly face was changing also, giving him a very moderate amount of facial hair similar to what I had before. Rob's physique was changing fast now, and he had commented to me how he was constantly having to purchase new clothes. His height had been reducing as fast as his waist size and his handsome Italian skin was lightening up as his body was rejuvenating. Rob's transformation went faster than mine, and he had almost completed his transformation as I was going into the physique changes on my end. Rob's soft middle-aged body had firmed up, and he now had a smooth hard chest and six-pack abs, and his ass was tight and virgin. He had my short curly dark hair and my young face and my tremendous strength and endurance.
Never did he once tell me he had completely assumed my young physical features. I suppose if he had I might somehow become discouraged, but I found out later that it was more than that. Rob had become very sexually active with his newfound body and was embarrassed to tell me about all the men he was having sex with for fear it would ruin our relationship. I can only imagine now when he gave up his virginity and to whom. To think my once virgin bubble butte ass was now taking a man's cock for his pleasure. He was right about the relationship thing. Hell, what was there to lose anyway? He was becoming more and more distant as time went on and as my body finally grew to 6-feet 2inches, and my physique now resembled Rob's, why would he? He got the body he always wanted so he could relive the past 30 years of his life. Why would he want to know his old self again? What good would that be? Why would he ever want to revisit his former body?
And, oh yes, the surprises I came to realize once my body went into its final stages clued me into more reasons Rob would distance himself from me.
My big thick cock, the one that at first blew incredible loads hooked to my young body, had slowly become less and less productive as my prostrate became incredibly enlarged and keeping an erection was very hard after a while. Oh my manhood was tremendous but not very functional. I did have his handsome face and hairy body, so I didn't feel totally cheated, but when my waist went from 30 inches to a size 38, and I began to feel the difference 30 years can make in a mans life. I began to wonder if this deal was all one sided to favor Rob and not me. Rob's sedimentary life and overindulgence had left him at risk for many health problems. Not once in the year we communicated did he tell me about his erection problems or the fact that his prostrate was enlarged and that he suffered from high blood pressure and was diagnosed as being diabetic. All of a sudden being Ron was going to be living with health problems and an uncertain future.
It was summertime when all the changes occurred, and I was out of school, and I wondered now how I would be able to return to my job as gym teacher next semester. One very important fact of life I had simply let slip through the cracks. What a dumb jock I was for letting this happen, I thought, and what a good salesman Rob had been. Instead of being able to enjoy his body the way I had envisioned with satisfying erections and bountiful loads, I was now turning to online chats with young jocks to get myself off. I suppose I had become him totally now, searching the net for some dumb naive jock to befriend and hopefully swap bodies with.
It took a while, but I had actually pulled a rather handsome young jock into my web, and he was lusting for my hot Italian body and thick cock and balls. His name was Randy, and we had been talking for months about how much we wanted to become each other.