You and Me Make Three (body swap)

At first the new job in the mailroom seemed like a no-brainer. I was about to go to college nights, then head over to Vets-Pro and sort mail till the employees came in around 7:30am. Everyone at Vets-Pro had a private mailbox, and after a few months, I was able to associate just about every employee with their name and the sort of mail they received.

It wasn't long before this one employee got my interest, and handling his mail was becoming an erotic occasion every night. The guy was named Pete, and everything about him seemed right. He received all the men's magazines and I know he had a membership in the executive health club, from all the notices and offers he got in the mail.

Before I would leave in the morning, I was wait for him to arrive and peer around a corner to watch him retrieve his mail. Pete always dressed so preppy, with his choices of stylish clothes and shoes. I would always get hard standing there in awe of his presence.

With my schedule of school and work, by the time I left in the morning I was pretty horny jock boy, and driving home with Pete's image on my mind gave me plenty of reason to jack off after my shower when I hit the sheets to get some rest. Over time, I had even snuck a camera into work and snapped pictures of him at his mailbox, and I had these prints tacked up on my wall. My bedtime routine became exclusively a jack off session devoted to Pete and his life. I was really becoming obsessed with him, and all I seemed to want was to become him.

When summer had come and school was out, I put in for extra hours and was able to work some overtime delivering odd packages that didn't fit in the mailboxes, and I got to see a lot of the employees at their desks. It was exciting when I had a package for Pete and was able to bring them right up to his office. I would always find him on the phone or chatting with another man in the office when I brought him packages, and he never seemed to notice me no matter how tight my tee shirts were or how much of a bulge I was showing.

Pete was about 36 years old, stood about 5'9", and had a nice proportional body. I found out from day one he was Italian, and the combination of his heritage and the way he dressed everyday was enough for me to lust for him in a big way.

As I said before, when I delivered packages to his office, he never paid me any attention, and I supposed the lack of attention made me desire him even more. There was always a glance and a smile or thank you, but that was it. Nothing more and nothing less.

As I found out all too soon, it was very crushing for me because I found out what turned Pete on, and that made my lusting for him and my desire to be him almost an impossible feat.

To my dismay, Pete was intensely interested in one of the older top executives of the company, a man named Vince, and Pete would literally kiss this man's ass for attention and approval.

Vince was older as I said, about 55 years old I would imagine, and fell into that older executive mold of having a pudgy body. The man had gray hair and was balding, wore suits that he never button up, and I guess what was most obvious about him was the pipe he smoked.

I suppose Pete's infatuation with Vince was there because Vince represented a very stable secure identity, and Pete's life was very stressful. Although I was cordial to Vince when I did have packages for him, he was definitely not the type of man who could get my cock hard or the type of man I could ever imagine having sex with. I was young after all and men who let themselves go did nothing for my libido at all. Vince, however, was always glad to see me when I showed up, and would always try to start up a conversation. I would be polite and acknowledge him, but that was it. It wasn't till late summer when we were having a very violent thunderstorm that knocked out power to the building that I found out about Vince's attraction for me.

Vince and I were in the elevator alone as the power outage hit, and for one long hour that seemed like forever, Vince and I were alone in a very stuffy elevator that was getting hotter by the minute. Being the loose-living jock that I was, it was nothing for me to just tear off my tee shirt when I was feeling overheated, and I suppose in this case it was probably the wrong thing to do. As Vince and I were talking about our situation and the likelihood of getting rescued, I unconsciously lifted my tee shirt, exposing my underwear waistband and took off my shirt to get more comfortable. Again I thought nothing of it, Vince was a guy and it wasn't anything I wouldn't have done with other guys. But it was at that moment when I found out exactly what goes through Vince's mind when he saw me, and I got nervous and embarrassed not only for me but for him too. I have envisioned Vince as this straight-laced conservative man, who saw things only in black and white. I soon discovered that there was more to him, another side of him that lusted for me in a very big way.

With my shirt off, showing Vince the chest of a young jock, with nicely defined pectoral muscles and real abdominal definition, I discovered his inner desires, and I knew then and there why he didn't give Pete the time of day. Vince wanted to be young again, and my 22-year-old body was just what he wanted. Up to this point, Vince had been able to control his urges and hide his secret desires, but with me exposed to him that way in the elevator, Vince could no longer hide what was going on inside him. From the very second I lifted my tee shirt above my abs, Vince as scanning my body like a machine, and his eyes got wide open as he thought of every imaginable thing he wanted to do to me, short of snapping his fingers and stealing my body for his own. I watched him as his eyes traced every muscle on my torso and then focused on my crotch, then watching him take a deep breath as he did. I thought for a moment I would see a definite bulge in his slacks, and as he sighed, I knew he wanted to show me how much of a man he was and was hoping his cock would make a showing and give me some subtle sign that he had intentions he was not ready to verbalize.

I was scared and didn't want to give Vince any other sign that I was flaunting my body for him, or give him cause to get an erection just for me. I had to think about this for minute. Was this the way I acted when I was around Pete? I think I was just as guilty as Vince here with all his body language. If only this were Pete stuck in here with me! Oh, how I wanted Pete to respond to me this way!

As the time passed, I could sense that Vince knew I was feeling awkward, and there was nothing he could to seduce me, as he had first thought, so our conversation turned to general stuff like what college I went to and what my major was. I was careful not to bring further attention to myself as I flung my tee shirt over my shoulder to cover up as much of my chest as possible. I tried to act cool and calm under the conditions, but having inhaled the smell of Old Spice and the smell of cherry pipe tobacco for an hour made me sweat even more. It was the smell of old men, and it was very repulsive to me.

Vince saw how sweat was dripping from my brow and quickly offered his handkerchief to me. I didn't want to take it, I would normally have used my tee shirt, but I didn't dare more it from where it was laying, so I took his handkerchief and quickly whipped my head. Just then the power was restored and with a sharp jerk, the elevator started up again and we were on our way. I wanted to return the handkerchief immediately, but Vince insisted I keep it in case I needed it in the future, so I smiled and stuffed in to my back pocket. As the elevator stopped at the 20th floor and the doors opened, we could hear the sound of a crowd of people on the other side. When the doors opened, the first person we saw was Pete, and he rushed in to Vince's aide, giving me a rude smirk as he saw me there with no shirt on.

"Are you ok Vince?" he said grabbing Vince's shoulder and helping him out of the elevator.

"Yes, Yes, Vince was quick to respond. "Our mail boy was very accommodating during our time together".

Although a innocent comment, Pete seemed very annoyed and turned to me telling me I should get my shirt on and get those packages to where they were going. I had never seen Pete in this way, and I just rushed to get my tee shirt on and raced down the hallway.

After that day, nothing seemed to be the same. Pete's attitude towards me was less than cordial, and he seemed to be clinging on to Vince tighter and tighter. I don't know what Pete was thinking, but he was obviously jealous of Vince's attraction towards me and he saw it as detrimental to his desire to dominate Vince and somehow become the man of his dreams. I suppose Vince and I had something in common after all. I was lusting for Pete and Vince was lusting for me and neither of us was getting what we wanted.

As the summer rolled on, there was a traveling carnival that had set up in town and me and some of my friends went to have fun. Besides the rides and games, my friends and I stopped by a gypsy wagon and had our fortunes read. I was not into this kind of stuff, so I was the last one to go in, and I felt awkward and nervous about someone telling me my future.

As the old lady invited me in, I was staring at all the trinkets and candles that adorned the room and it was like I was walking on air as I slipped into the seat across from her.

"So, you want to know your future? Maybe what pretty girl you will marry?" the old lady said as my eyes finally found her and the crystal ball in front of me.

"Er, yes I would like to know my future, madam."

She quickly took my right hand and examined it, looked confused as she did. "What is this?" she said, you live a split life I see, and then pulled out her magic cards to read them. She keep turning one after another over, trying to find the end to my life, but she had two separate piles of cards now and seemingly two lives to read.

I tried to be funny and said, "Trust me, I do not live a separate private life!" She didn't flinch a bit, but waved her had as to tell me NO.

"I see a conflict here," she said. "Madam knows your conflict, my boy."

My eyes opened wide as I looked for her answer and said, "You do?"

"Yes I do," she said with a sad face. "You will not find your way to this other, unless you travel a different path! What you seek can only be gotten through an older man. I will need something of his to go further," she said.

My face sank as she came to this roadblock, but I suddenly knew what she was talking about and what she was asking for. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out Vince's handkerchief and said, "I think this is what you need."

The old lady took the handkerchief and grasped it tightly, closing her eyes and making a moaning sound. Suddenly in the crystal ball a picture of Vince appeared and she said, "You must return this cloth to the man who gave it to you, then come back to see me tomorrow, but bring me something from the man you seek! Now go."

I took the handkerchief and scurried out of the tent, almost falling over my friends. Everyone was asking me how I did in there and I didn't know what to say, so I just made up something, like how I was going to be rich some day. All my friends laughed as we went on.

The next day was Monday, and my mind was going wild with what she had told me to do and wanting me to return with something of Pete's. I was a nervous wreck as I brought the packages upstairs, slowly making my way towards Vince's office. When I finally got there I was shaking a bit as I went in. Vince had his back turned from me typing something into his computer. I closed the door behind me and then announced my presence. "I will be right with you," he said. I began to sweat some and grabbed the handkerchief to whip my brow, as Vince turned around.

"Oh, how are you? It's always nice to gaze upon a nice looking guy," he said smiling. I said thanks and handed him his package, then stood there. "Is there anything else you want to give me?" he said.

"Oh yes, I want to return your handkerchief sir. I really appreciate you loaning it to me".

"You sure you don't need it anymore son?" he said.

"No, it's yours, and I need to return it!" I made my way over to Vince, and he walked around in front of his desk to receive it, and like slow motion I reached over to his awaiting hand and he grabbed it and for a second we were both grasping it at once.

What happened then was totally sensual, sexual and beyond belief. A jolt or spark jumped from my hand to his, and the handkerchief began to glow this brilliant yellow color and I began to feel my cock tent in my pants as my body became weak. My head was spinning and I didn't understand why my body was reacting this way, but I could sense that Vince was also in the same state of physical arousal. I was shaking now my clothes felt funny and I was feeling a tightening around my neck.

"Holy shit!" I was shouting as my clothes were changing on my body as I watched. My sneakers were turning dark in color as they reshaped into wing tip shoes and my loose jeans were tightening up to become dark slacks and my waist was swelling out and my chest was reforming as my tee shirt became a dress shirt and the tightness around my neck was a tie forming. My entire body was swelling as I was becoming Vince. Across from me, Vince's clothing was changing into what I was just wearing, and as his body slimmed down and he got younger. The process was happening so fast that Vince was in shock seeing himself transform into me. Soon the sounds of moans could be heard emanating from his new young body, and he stood there rock hard tented in my loose fitting jeans, tee shirt, boxers and Nikes.

"My God! What just happened?" I shouted in Vince's voice as I examined the results of our sudden body swap.

As Vince was squeezing his tented pants, I wanted to yell and scream, but I understood why this had to happen. It was just a temporary stage in my quest to be Pete. I told Vince to enjoy his new life and please not reveal this to anyone. He quickly left the office without finishing his deliveries, for parts unknown. I could only guess what he was going to do next, but I didn't care. I was going to be Pete very soon, and I had to let go of my former life.

Later that night I returned to the gypsy Madam and entered her tent. I had brought along a pen of Pete's that he had left in my office this morning. The old women knew who I was and just asked for something I had brought, and I handed her the pen. She grasped it tight and I could see a picture of Pete in the crystal ball and she again was moaning with her eyes closed, then smiled and handed me back the pen. "Go now," she said, and I left as fast I went in.

The next day I arrived earlier than I usually did in preparation of the events that would follow, I wanted to do this like it was the natural thing to do, but more as way to convince Pete that for some reason Vince had finally come to be interested in him. I had coffee brought to my office and some donuts and I left a note on Pete's desk for him to come to my office first thing.

I wore a more expensive suit for our swap and tried to make myself a bit more attractive to him, I had my pipe packed and ready to light when he came in.

Before long came a very preppy looking Pete, dressed to the tee, looking spiffy. "Vince? You wanted me to come here first thing? What's up?"

I walked around the desk to meet him, lighting up my pipe as I did and offering him a seat, which he took. I poured us both a cup of coffee, then sat down across from him, taking regular drags from the pipe, all the while smiling. "So, what is the big affair Vince? Am I going to be promoted?" Pete said giggling.

"Why that's exactly what's happening Pete. You've been a loyal worker here, and I just haven't given you enough credit or attention for that matter."

"Wow, sir. I am at a loss for words, I certainly have tried to please you and do whatever you asked."

"Well, you good deeds have rewarded you with a promotion to VP!"

Pete turned to me and said, "But that's your job Vince. What will you do?"

"Oh I will probably dabble in sales a while, something I haven't done in years, sort of see what it's like from your perspective."

"Well, I am at a loss for words again Vince. When does all this happen?"

"Right now Pete, I just need your signature on this document and it's done!" Pete looked around his shirt for his pen but couldn't find it, but I leaned over and handed him the pen he had left the other day. "Here I think you're looking for this?"

"Oh that's where it went. Thanks Vince," Pete said as he grabbed the pen from Vince's hand. As Pete touched the pen a spark jumped across his finger to Vince's and he began to shake, while his cock jumped to full erection and his preppy slacks tented immediately. "What the hell", Pete shouted as he had to hold on to the armrests of the chair.

"It's what you wanted Pete!" I said as he began shaking as well, feeling his cock get rock hard again.

"Sitting across from each other, the two bore witness to each ones desire and as Pete's body grew older and his preppy clothes got more conservative, his body began to age fast, noticing his hands become old with age spots. On his right hand appeared a gold ring and in his left the pipe that Vince had lit. His stomach swelled as his preppy pants became Vince's dress slacks and his polo shirt became a dress shirt and tie. Soon Pete's loafers became wing tip shoes and his chin swelled out as his face became more rounded and his hair receded and became gray. His cock oozed out the last of his Pete cream and then got soft. Across from him as very happy Vince, wearing Pete's clothing, fondling his crotch to keep the hard on going.

"Well, it's done! You're the new VP Pete, and I hope you enjoy the elevation of pay."

Pete stood up feeling the difference in mass touching the body he always wanted and the aroma of Old Spice, grinning as he took a draw on the his new pipe. "Oh yeah, this is amazing! How could you have known this was my desire?" All I could do is smile as he finished his coffee and announce he was leaving. "You're Vince now Pete, and I am you."

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