Object of My Desire (body swap)
by zulator
I was on an ephedrine high as I worked the bow flex machine. I had gotten myself down to only 2% body fat, and I was the leanest I had ever been. My muscle mass was hard and defined. I marveled at how flat and ribbed my stomach was and how nicely shaped my pectorals had become. My arms and shoulders were like rocks, and my ass was perfectly molded into a tight bubble butt. From my toes to my chiseled face, I was nothing more than the perfect specimen of youth. I had always wanted a perfect body, and at my age of 26, I had achieved my goal.
I kept pushing and pushing, becoming the master of my muscle machine and with sweat pouring down my face and limbs. I was determined to leave no part of my body without definition. As I grit my teeth, making my face red with white blotches, I was taking myself beyond any level of exercise I had ever achieved.
Why force myself to have the most perfect body? Easy, I wanted it to be the ultimate best and know that there was no other like it, before the change happened.
If I was going to lose it, I wanted it to be something that was hard to attain. I wanted to know what I had lost! To most people it would seem like a rather stupid and ridiculous thing to be subjecting my self to. Consciously turning my self into the furthest example of human perfection, just to fill my flight of desire and fantasy. I would be giving up years of my youthful potential for a chance to experience something I had always admired and could no longer wait to attain.
The next step, the new life, was just a few minutes away. I had thought it out for months now, and there was no way I was going to change my mind. For as hard as it was for me to convince Al to participate in this, it was equally difficult for him to allow me to do it. The concept was rich, erotic and obviously sexual for both of us, and from Al's perspective, the dream of many a man his age. But to know you could do it and find yourself at the brink of it was incredibly hard for Al to deal with. He had lived his life well, was well educated and was looking forward to his golden years, and then here I came with a wrench to throw into his plans. So now it was not the golden years Al would be looking forward to, rather taking on the life of a young 26-year-old jock with a new chance to marry and father children, a dream he had always had. Al would also have the chance to plan out a second retirement, one that he might live out with a significant other and the possibility of grandchildren to spoil.
The guilt Al had been feeling was natural, and even now after many nights of conversation to plan this thing out, he was still holding sadness deep inside him. I promised him that my sacrifice was well thought out, and that he should not take on any of the pain from it. You could tell Al was the wiser of us, as he tried to explain what I was getting myself into, and the ramifications of taking on an older body. Maybe it was the unselfish act I was planning that finally made him see things my way. Maybe it was the looking forward to seeing the world through my eyes and the chance to be viral and young again that made him see my way of thinking.
I wanted this more than anything, and if I was going to be happy and content at the outcome, then I sure wanted Al to be happy as well.
From the moment I met Al, I knew that it was his essence that I had to attain. I wanted his life, his existence; the very air he was breathing. Al was a former teacher and principle of a high-class arts college, with a rich background in the classics and was even a well-known sculptor before his arthritis made that impossible to continue. His works are proudly displayed in an office courtyard downtown and a few galleries around the country, as well as the college he worked at. Al was everything I had wanted in life, and I was ready to take over and live it to its end.
I was drenched as these thoughts flew around in my mind. I was wearing only my long silky black gym shorts that were now damp and draping heavily around my waist. My skin was wet and clammy and there was not even an inch of me that was not producing sweat beats. All that was left was the sliding on of Al's boxers at the appropriate time, and as the clock neared the agreed upon moment, I got up off the bench of the bow flex and walked over towards the mirror.
A simple pair of green and red checked boxers that I would be siding on would be the catalyst that was going to change me. As I stood at the mirror admiring what I had accomplished, Al was coming though the door to prepare for this miraculous event. Al quickly stripped down to his checkered boxers and stood next to be, comparing our bodies in the mirror as a precursor to what we would be doing soon after the swap was complete.
I turned to Al and smiled and his face was aglow with anticipation of assuming my incredible body. As I stared at him next to me in the mirror, I could see a dark stain in his crotch where is cock was laid against the fabric of the red and green material. I grinned knowing that his offering would soon be absorbed into my young crotch, probably through my cock shaft. I could feel my young cum machine going nuts as I began to tent my damp gym shorts.
With a quick final glance and a nod, we both dropped our shorts. I handed Al my damp gym shorts, and Al gave me his checkered boxers. The waistband of Al's boxers were rolled a bit because his belly hung over them, and as I lowered them to put them on, I was wondering what it would be like to see my stomach swell to fit the crease his stomach had made in them. I bent over as did Al so we could slowly put our feet and legs through the shorts we were holding, and then we pulled them up in unison.
As soon as the checked boxers settled on my waist, I could feel a wave of heat surge over my entire body. My sweat permeated the material, and the boxers stuck to my skin like glue.
Al was experiencing the same heat surge. My gym shorts were tight on him, and I could see the outline of his cock immediately as the damp gym shorts began to cling to his manhood. His cock and balls were throbbing as my work out sweat was being absorbed into him.
My hard on was on again and off again, as the cum stain in the boxers suddenly became a part of me. My pubes were going nuts as they changed color from light brown to bright white. Some of the pubes were poking out the opening of the boxers, and as my cock and balls reformed and realigned, I was experiencing an internal climax that I could not ejaculate. I began to shake as every young hormone in my body was vanishing.
Al's crotch was on fire as his pubes changed to light brown and his cock and balls rejuvenated into mine and the gym shorts were tented out completely. I could see in Al's face as he was building up to a climax. A climax he had not experienced since his youth.
My skin was loosening up fast, and it was like the domino effect as my 2% fat changed rapidly to over 22%, and my V-shaped body was melting away. I noticed right away the tightness leaving me and my stomach reshaping, swelling as the ribbed toned muscle vanished. My pectoral muscles melted away and my nipples went from small dimes to large quarters of soft shaky skin.
Al's entire body was throbbing as muscle was forming and reshaping him. His hormones had to be going nuts as he changed from a 69-year-old man to a 26-year-old jock. Noticeably his skin got younger and tighter, and all the age marks and scaly dried skin was gone and his face was becoming tight. His bald head was filling with rich dark hair, and his eyes changed from bloodshot brown to gleaming blue. His teeth became perfect and gleamed as his lips changed to mine. Every breath he took from that point, made his chest grow outward with muscle.
My hair was falling out as my shoulders rounded, and white hair began to grow out of my chest, stomach, ears and nose. My strong rock-hard arms were now half the size, and my skin was dry and scaly. Bags were forming under my eyes as they changed to brown, and everything about me was sagging. My once toned legs were aching as the tan color turned to pale white. I grabbed my gut as if I was going to vomit, sensing that my stomach was filling with what ever Al had eaten hours before, and my perfect bubble butt ass was sagging too as I passed wind. My hands began to ache as arthritis became a reality for me, and I could see my veins clearly amongst the age spots and scaly dry skin I now had.
As Al continued to change, his cock was pumping out cum through the silky black material of the gym shorts. His face was aglow, as he felt ever cell in his body rejuvenating and taking on my features. His body was making young hormones now, and his new cock was just responding to the body he now was receiving.
As cum dripped down his now tanned and muscular legs, Al raised his hands to his head as the last part of the swap began. Years of schooling, teaching and administration were leaving his mind and being replaced with my past and present consciousness. All his classical skill and artistic experience was being transferred to me.
Al's life was becoming reborn in my head, and the thoughts of who I used to be slipped away, and I was now taking on his past, present and future. A lifetime of knowledge was flashing before me, and I was being programmed to be Al. I looked over at the young kid next to me, and he looked at me rather stumped. His mind now erased and filled with a new life. I looked down at my checkered boxers and saw a large cum stain, and my face got red immediately.
"Whatever are we doing?" I shouted as I rushed to pull on my pants. "I believe you must have some perverted agenda, my boy!" The kid just nodded as he was still coming down from his climatic high.
With that, I scurried on home, and the confused jock merely wiped the cum drippings from his legs went back to his bow flex to continued his work out. With all his focus on his work out, he was relieved he could get a chance to get off! How he ever convinced his old neighbor Al to join him, seemed less important than the sexual relief he had just experienced.