When I Was 89 (body swap)
by zulator
It was the day my grandfather was coming to stay for a few days before his operation. Grandfather lived over 200 miles away from the hospital and when ever he came to town to go there, he would stay with us. The worst part of it was that when he stayed with us he would be given my room and my bed and I would have to sleep on the sofa down stairs. This was a total invasion of my privacy and a total intrusion into my life style. The last time he came I was 11 years old, but now that I am 18 and at the height of my sexual exploratory time, I didn’t want an old man sleeping in my sheets and smelling up my bed. I looked forward to jacking off in bed in the morning and at night and well, and he would be crimping my routine to say the least.
The morning he was to arrive, my mom asked me to change the sheets on the bed so he would sleep in clean sheets, and while I was at it I could clean the room as well. Fuck that I thought, I might straighten up a bit but I am not going to change my sheets. Let grandpa get a whiff of a ripe 18-year-old and maybe he won’t be coming here any more.
Grandpa was 89 years old and I guess this operation would clear some blockages and he might live another 20 years or so. Yeah right, like he needs to live any longer! Anyway, he arrived while I was at school and mom moved him into my room and he took a nap as soon as he got there.
It was about ten o’clock when he arrived I guessed and my stomach was churning as I anticipated a rotten night on the couch. All though social studies and math I was feeling rotten like my stomach was turning inside out. I suppose I should have had something of substance instead of that dried pizza I forgot to throw away last night.
By the time lunch arrived, all I could do is drink water, I was in so much pain. Usually during lunch I would sit across from the cheerleaders and get a hard on while I ate. But I couldn’t even muster up a tingle in my pants as I tried to just sit with some friends and tell them my sad story.
I had gym after lunch and I didn’t want to go the way I was feeling. I had used the excuse of a stomach ache so much I knew that wouldn’t work for me and so I was forced to dress out and join the rest of the class and try to over come my sickness.
As it turned out the coach chose for us to run the field, which was the worst thing that I could imagine myself doing in the condition I was in. As I started out it seemed that maybe I could run this thing off, but my breathing became hard and I was passing gas like a car back firing. Holy shit I thought, I am going to throw up, and true to form I had to stop and run over behind the bleachers and heave. My God, the pizza and everything else I ate for the last few days flew out of my mouth and I began to sweat I was heaving so hard. Shit I thought what the fuck is going on here!
I began to walk around a bit, hoping I would feel better and get back to the run before I got into trouble, but I found out that this was not the end of my physical problems.
I had a rather instantaneous need to shit and I could feel the shit about to come out of my ass as I slowly tried to make my way to the boy’s room in the gym. Every step of the way I was farting more and more and I wasn’t sure I could hold it, but like a trooper I made it the stall and when I let down my shorts, it was like the gates of hell were opened. I was moaning as if I had just climaxed, as the release was so amazingly wonderful to experience.
I couldn’t believe how much shit was leaving my body, but as I shit and shit, there was a real release of pressure inside me and it felt like every muscle in my body could finally relax. My muscles were so relaxed that my tee shirt began to feel tight and my stomach and waist actually swelled. I felt my chest as I sat there still letting loose what was inside me, and it felt different like every part of my chest was swollen. My hard pectoral muscles were spongy and my nipples were rounder than normal as I rubbed through the cotton material.
I finally got up and wiped myself and began to pull up my boxers and gym shorts only to find that they didn’t fit as loose as before.
What the fuck was happening to me I wondered as I opened the stall and went over to the sink and mirror.
What a fucking shock I had as I gazed upon my new older face and body. The swelling I was feeling was my body changing from the 18-year-old body into that of a very old mans. It was like the domino effect as the aging process was proceeding faster and faster and it became evident who I was becoming as my skin hung with gravity and my young physique and hormones left me. There in front of the mirror was an exact clone of my grandfather in every detail. Inside my brain it was still me of course, but outside I had become him and I was feeling every bit 89 years old. I wondered if my grandfather had made the same transformation, so I made my way outside, sill in my gym shorts and tee shirt and got into my car and headed home. My bones ached and my breathing was strained and it felt weird to have dried skin and wrinkles. My face was scary to look at in the rear view mirror and my whole equilibrium was out of whack and I looked like an idiot in the gym clothes I was wearing. Good thing I was one to wear loose fitting stuff because grandfather was wide in the waist.
While I was in transit, my mom had made her way up to my room to check in with her dad, since it was afternoon and she promised she would let him sleep as long as he wanted.
As she opened the door to my room, she saw a body covered with a sheet and tip toed over to wake him up.
Dad?, Dad? She whispered, shaking him as she spoke.
Under the sheet the body began to stretch and rub itself into the sheets and she noticed that who ever was under the sheets was humping the mattress too.
DAD! Is that you? She then pulled the sheets down and there lying in the nude was an exact duplicate of me, getting ready to cum in the sheets.
What? Grandfather said as he opened his eyes and saw his daughter there, then noticed he was nude and pulled the sheets back over himself.
Julie! How dare up you see me this way!
Listen Jason, what did you do? Make your grandfather sleep on the couch, and how did you think you could get away with not going to school?
Julie! Are you blind is your dad! Nice trick Jason, now where is grandfather? As grandfather sat up he looked at himself and then passed out back on to the bed.
Just then I arrived and made my way into the house as best I could, grandfather didn’t walk to well. I got inside just as my mom was yelling and running to the phone to call my dad.
As she picked up the phone she saw me or as she had thought her father dressed in my gym clothes, and her jaw dropped. Dad! What are you doing in Jason’s gym gear, I am so confused- Jason played hooky and is up stairs in his bed, but where did you sleep last night?
I needed to tell here what happened but she wanted to believe that I was her father and Jason was upstairs in bed. I had to somehow convince her that I was Jason and granddad was me, so I took her by the hand and we sat down.
I had thought about this event all the way home and was convinced that not changing my sheets before my grandfather went to bed, had been the catalyst to this transformation event.
I grabbed her hand and tried to explain to her that I was Jason, but in her dad’s body and that the body upstairs that looks like mine is really grandfather in my 18 year old body. At first she thought that her father had flipped his lid, but as we both went up stairs to confront my grandfather it all became clear to her.
Once grandfather woke up again and I stood before him and he asked how I had stolen his body, did she start to realize what had happened.
Now Julie, I don’t know what you and you crazy son have been doing but I want my body back right now. I refuse to live in this one, although I must say before you woke me up the first time I was in the middle of a very wild and sexual dream that had me almost to the edge of a climax.
Jason, your sheets smell like sex, I thought I had forgotten what that was all about. Er, grandfather I have to confess I didn’t change my sheets before you got in the bed and well I have masturbated in that bed hundreds of times. I don’t think I have changed my sheets in months.
Well now that we know what caused this to happen I suppose you’ll have to have my operation and then come home with me and sleep in my bed.
“Dad”, my mom shouted out, “we may need to do something before that, you can’t expect Jason to go through that triple bypass now, there has to be something else we can do to change things back”.
Grandfather thought for a minute, still rubbing his crotch under the sheets, “hum- maybe if Jason wears a pair of his soiled boxer briefs and I put my soiled boxers back on, this transformation can be reversed!”
I looked at my mother and she looked at me and we shook our heads yes.
“OK”, she said and we proceeded to find each other’s underwear to start the procedure.
Grandfather stood up with the sheets around his waist and declared that he had to piss like a racehorse and slid past us to the up bathroom. What he really wanted to do is jack off before he lost my body, and I didn’t blame him at all and as he winked at me knowing I knew what he was up to, my mom just sat on the bed shaking her head in disbelief of it all.
“I hope this thing works for your sake Jason, I don’t think you deserve to be trapped inside an 89-year-old body!”
I sat down next her holding her tight, “At least I know what I am in for when I get this old!” I giggled. But the reality was that I felt like shit and I felt bad that my granddad had to live in this body with all its limitations and giving it back to him seemed evil and very saddening.
When my granddad returned from the bathroom he was already wearing his soiled boxers and brought me a pair of the ones I had put in the hamper the other night.
“Here son, I want to first thank you for this opportunity- you have made my day and I will not forget this time in your body for one second!” There was a sparkle in his eye and a tear I could see forming as he felt the first effects of wearing his underwear. I could just imagine it as I had felt the same things happening to me today and I knew how the changes would happen and in what order.
My mom ordered me to put my boxer briefs on fast and I complied and it was sad to realize that in a few hours my granddad would feel the loss of being an 18-year-old and what loosing youth was all about. Of course he had lost his youth before, but not in this way and so suddenly. I knew of course what he feared loosing the most and asked that my mom and I leave the room and let him transform back in privacy.
As we both left the room, I could hear the bed rattle as he managed to get himself hard again and shoot off his last load of my young cum.
For the next few hours, I laid on the couch downstairs watching TV as my old body made its way back to my normal physical size and age. It felt good as I stretched every once in a while as the muscle returned to my body and my cock stiffened and I could feel young hormones flowing through me. Making that transition from age 89 to 18 was the most erotic and stimulating event I would ever experience and needless to say I was able to ejaculate with out touching myself as my libido and virility returned to me and I was my old self again.
Once I had finalized my return, I ran upstairs to see how granddad was doing and asked my mom to come with me. When we got to my room and opened the door, the window was open and no one was in the room and we began to panic. It was obvious that granddad could not bare to transform back and had taken off to life a new life as my twin. He did leave a note to my mom apologizing, saying in no uncertain terms that becoming me was much to exciting and eye opening and the thought of returning to his old body was unthinkable if not impossible for him to stomach. My mother cried and I comforted her the best I could.
“Listen mom”, I tried to say with some maturity, “What would you have done in his situation?” “Could you let yourself get old again?”
“No I guess not”, she said as the reality that her father was now a teenager again and there was nothing she could do about it. The note said he would call when he got to where he was going, where ever that was and she knew he had money and would be OK.
My mom left my room and went down stairs to call and cancel my granddads operation. Since it was elective surgery, she told the hospital that he had changed his mind and would take his chances.
I stayed in my room and went to bed as it was now very late at night, getting cozy in the aromas that I had accumulated over the past month and glad I was who I was.
END