Time in a Bottle (body swap)
by zulator
Walking the beach at night seemed to kill two birds with one stone. My doctor told me I had to walk at least two miles a day to get up a sweat and keep heart strong, so every evening as the sun was setting I would drive down to the beach and do my daily constitutional.
The beach was a great place to be, since I loved the smell of the surf and I loved to watch the sunset over the Palo Verde Hill. What a site to see, I would often tell myself as I made my way down the beach, dodging the incoming waves. The gentle warm breezes that flowed over the surf were always soothing to my arthritis and at the ripe old age of 72, anything that brought me some relief was good. So I was getting the exercise my doctor wanted me to get, and I was soothing the pains of old age that I resolved would be with me till I died. Don't get me wrong, I was happy with my life and how it had turned out and like everyone else, I was in the later years now and was comfortably happy.
On one evening during the late summer months my daily routine was interrupted by a bottle that had washed up to shore, and like any inquisitive man, I took time to examine it. The bottle was not very unique, however the message inside was, and it proved to be the most important message I would ever act on in my life.
The letter was from a man who had owned a very large boat, and because of a fire aboard, he was forced to seek refuse in a mall dingy with the hopes of making it back to shore. The note went on to say that the reader of this message should be a opened minded, as the content of the letter went on to explain a rather unusual bit of information.
The man writing the letter was named Jason Hill, and he told a story that for most would seem right out of a science fiction movie, but I decided I would be open mined and gave the letter as much credence as possible.
Jason told of how he might not make it back to his home and that the reader of this letter was encouraged to his estate and there would be a very valuable reward for the lucky person who did. I was feeling lucky that night and I figured I had nothing to loose, because the address given was only a mile or two from where I was living. So, once my walk was completed, I took the bottle and letter and got into my car and headed off to find Jason's home.
Arriving at the home of this mysterious man I couldn't help but notice that I was in a very exclusive neighborhood, and Jason must be a man of wealth and prestige. As I walked up to the front door, I could sense that no one had been there in a while, and following the directions in the letter, I found a key under a flower pot near the front door.
I was feeling like a kid again as I forged ahead opening the door and stepping inside. The house had a stale smell like it had been closed off for a while and as I made my way and found the light switch, I found myself in the most beautifully decorated home I had ever seen.
The letter directed me to a safe behind a picture in the living room, that hung over a small round table. I found that the picture was hinged and I found the safe just like he had written. What could be in there I thought? Was it the reward he was talking about? Was it money or jewels? My heart was racing as I slowly proceeded to enter the combination. With my heart pounding, I opened the safe door and gazed inside.
"What is this," I giggled as I found only a medium sized manila envelope inside, which felt a bit lumpy. As I peeled away the sticky seal to open the envelope, I became curious as the contents inside gave off a distinct locker room scent. Sliding my hand inside, I pulled out a pair of yellow Joe Boxer underwear, and sure enough the smell was all locker rooms, and it reminded me of my college days. I hope this isn't my reward I thought.
The envelope also contained another letter, but before I could see what it said, I took moment to inhale the smell that was beginning to fill my head with the visions of young virile men and their hot raw sexuality. I was beginning to sweat and feel tingly all over, as the boxers seemed to be taking control of my thoughts and desires. Gosh!, I wish I was young again, I imagined as the boxer's aroma begged to stimulate my sleepy urine hose between my useless hairy balls. Boy oh boy, these boxers are definitely for a male of a much younger age, I said as the heat began to subside from my body.
I laid the boxers down but not before noticing a youthful waist size of 30 inches, then sat down in a nearby chair to read the letter that came with them.
As my eyes glazed over the words, I began to read an incredible account of this guy called Jason Hill and how he had come to be the person he was. It became clear that the yellow boxers were a key to the puzzle and like a secret prize hunt, the letter instructed me to go up stairs, put on the green plaid boxers and then look in the upper left dresser draw for more information.
Needless to say I burst out laughing as I rubbed my spare tire of a stomach and wondered how I would fit in a waist size of 30 when my waist was nearly 48 inches. I decided to play along with the farce and head up stairs to Jason's bedroom, after all this was turning out to be like a game.
Once upstairs, after admiring the expensive furnishings and paintings that adorned the walls, I slipped into Jason's room and headed for the dresser. I thought that I might just skip the chance to put on boxers that would certainly cause some embarrassment, and see what was in the next letter.
I found the dresser and the letter hidden under some very expensive dress shirts and pulled out it out of the envelope it was in. The first thing I saw was a warning, which stated "Do not read this until you put on the boxers".
Well I thought, why is so important for me to tear these boxers to threads? Oh well, I thought no one was looking so I figured- What the Hell!
Down went my sized XXL shorts and down went my FOTL briefs, and in front of a very large mirror next to the dresser, I put both feet into the aromatic boxers and chuckled as I pulled them up my legs.
HOLY SHIT I SHOUTED AS THE BOXERS MADE IT UP MY AGED LEGS! IT WAS LIKE PEELING THE SKIN OFF A CHICKEN, BECAUSE AS THE BOXERS MADE THEIR WAY UP MY LEGS, MY OLD TIRED SKIN WAS CHANGING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. WITH EACH INCH THE BOXERS ROSE TOWARDS MY GROIN, MY SKIN WAS BECOMING YOUNG AND FIRM WITH MUSCLES IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES. BY THE TIME I GOT TO MY COCK AND BALLS AND WAS SLIDING THEM UP OVER MY MATURE ASS, MY COCK WAS FULLY ERECT AND MY BALLS WERE THROBBING.
As the boxers came up to my waist, my huge gut shrunk down and abdominal muscles were gleaming with skin that was tan and gorgeous. By the time I snapped the waistband around my new thin waist, my upper body was lean muscular and young - yes young! I was fucking jumping like a little kid as I examined the incredible body I now had.
NOW STANDING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR WAS A PERSON I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. A YOUNG KID IN HIS 20'S, A GORGIOUS YOUNG SPECIMEN OF MALE PROWNESS AND VIRILITY.
My cock was throbbing with it's erect-ness and ready for action and the feeling was something I had forgotten long ago, I wanted more than ever to try out the equipment. As the letter fell from my youthful hands, the waistband of the yellow boxers were tugging under my over filled ball sacs and both hands were working the new young cock I now had. I had not felt a build up like this in such a long time and the body was perfect for what I was about to do. I jacked and jacked the engorged muscle and as I brought my hot young body to climax, every muscle on my new body was pulsing like a billion lights. I shot a load so large that the mirror looked like it had been hit with a paintball filled with rich white milky semen.
HOLY SHIT I SHOUTED AGAIN! BULLSEYE!
I fell back onto the bed and watched my new cock pulse to a more relaxed state and could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. What was this all about and how the hell could I become this young kid by just sliding on a pair of boxers?
I sat up after a while and picked up the letter. As I read the words, I was drying off my hard chest and whipping my face and neck, learning that I was now in the body of Jason Hill who apparently was a 22yo jock with a lot of money.
The letter explained that if I had gotten this far, the real Jason Hill was dead and that I would have the option of living his life or not. Apparently Jason was hoping that once in his body, I would be convinced to stay there and continue on as him.
Also included was a phone number of his attorney to call if an when I was serious about assuming his life. The letter said that his attorney would take care of all the details of my former life, so I could just walk away from it. That letter also stated that as far as anyone would know Jason was still alive and I could live his life with all his wealth.
Apparently Jason was heir to a fortune and had decided to live his youth traveling and exploring the world. What I read seemed too good to be true, but I was going to play along and see for myself.
I didn't know what to think, I was both excited and scared at the thought I would have to pretend to be this gorgeous kid, yet the prospect was too much to let go of and I was beginning to want this more and more.
The letter also said that the boxers would keep me in Jason's body as long as I wore them, but after one full day in them the change would be permanent. No where in the letter did it explain how and why the boxers became magical as they were, and I wondered if by becoming Jason, I was signing some deal with the devil.
With all this information flying around in my head, I had almost forgotten a dinner date I had with a neighbor, and begrudgingly I began to slide the boxers off of me.
Well, you would have thought the world was going to end as I began to transform back. The sudden loss of all that made Jason young and buff, was leaving me and the sensation would have been something sensual, had my cock stayed firm and hard during the change. So there in front of the mirror was me again, a 72yo man with a 48in waist and soft body. I slid on my clothes and took the boxers with me as I left Jason's home and headed to the restaurant to meet my neighbor.
My friend for many years, Bill, could see that something was different about me. He kept staring at me all throughout dinner wondering what was different.
"Ralph? Is everything OK? You look like a bridegroom who just who just had his first round of honey moon sex," Bill said laughing.
"Me?" "Having Sex?" "Bill, you know me too well to have those thoughts, and besides those days are over for me." "If I look refreshed and bright, it is because I came to a few realizations about my life and well I feel dam good!"
"Well whatever it is Ralph, it looks good on you and by the way, you should keep it up what ever it is!"
"Thanks Bill", I said and then the conversation went on to the normal stuff we talked about and by 8pm it looked as if Bill was ready to call it a night.
We paid the bill and then Bill left, and I was feeling a great new energy I had never felt before. Maybe the transformation into Jason gave me a jolt of youth juice or maybe the anticipation of taking on Jason's life was doing it.
Regardless of the cause, I was skipping back to my car and feeling like all was well with the world. That night l slept like a baby.
The next few weeks were filled with planning for my escape into the new life as Jason Hill, and I made sure I left no stones unturned as the life of Ralph was going to change radically forever. I did some checking on my own to see if this Jason Hill was legit. From all I could gather, he was who he said he was and my fears seemed to fade away. I was ready, more than ready to make the change and the gift Jason was giving me was, to phrase a term, "Time in a Bottle."
By the end of the month I was ready to make the change , so I made my way to Jason's estate and I went inside to seek my future.
I entered Jason's bedroom with a tingly cock awaiting rebirth and took off all my clothes, then proceeded to get to business. The thought of changing back into Jason's body had kept my mind filled with the excitement that I felt the first time. I knew I would get an instant hard on once his youthful juices were present in me and I wanted jack off immediately once I had made the transformation. If Jason only knew what a true gift he was giving me, maybe he wouldn't be so generous.
I took the boxers and made a sign of the cross, and told myself there would be no turning back once I made this decision. I had thought about it for weeks now and this was it, Ralph was going to be no more.
The head of my cock was blue with anticipation as I put my feet into the yellow aromatic boxers, and I pulled them up to my waist fast and watched my blue mushroom swell to a pink throbbing juice dispenser. My ball sacs were again throbbing to release their load and I was jacking off even before the rest of me had transformed. As I stroked the stiff rod that was now mine, sweat was beading on my forehead and my hard pectoral muscles were beginning to glaze with sweat as well. This body that I now had was nothing more that one continuous muscle and when my climax peaked, it was like the whole body was involved, because like the first time, every single cell was responsible for the explosion.
Again I shot the mirror like a paintball and the stream was thick and potent. I could do this all day I thought, as the fever of my climax pulsed it's way back to normalcy.
Holy shit I said, again wiping my self off. I stood up and flexed and stretched and it felt so fucking good to be Jason. I then went to the floor and snapped out fifty pushups and then sat down on the floor and did over a hundred crunches, like it was nothing at all.
My boxers were drenched in the smells of Jason and a good whiff of my pits told me that I was 100% jock.
It was late now, and the excitement of the day had gotten even this hot jock exhausted. I took my first shower in Jason's large bathroom, slipped on a new pair of white boxer briefs, then jumped into new bed and fell off to sleep like a little boy who had gotten everything he wanted for Christmas.
END