“Okay lets do it” I said, determined. “It won’t hurt will it?”
“Nope, you might feel a little light headed at first, maybe a little clumsy for a bit, new body and all… “ Explained Runt nonchalantly. “But no, as long as he’s fine, you’ll be fine”
“But what about my life?” I asked, trying to find any strings. “And what will happen to him once I’m… him?”
I realised how weird that sounded. Runt rolled his eyes.
“Stop worrying, Ill take care of your life while your away” he sighed, tapping his foot. “And as for big guy here, you’ll effectively be the same person. He wont know your even there, he’ll think your thoughts are his own thoughts and free will, you’ll have both your memories and his, but his cannot see yours…”
I frowned at Runt’s less then clear explanation.
“Wait... what?”
“You know what…Never mind,” sighed Runt.
Before I could do anything, he placed he grabbed my shoulder. There was a flash of red light. Next thing I knew, everything went black. I yelled but I couldn’t hear my own voice, nor feel my own body.
I then heard Runt’s voice, calling, faintly at first, then it came clearer as my vision came back, I was staring at the ceiling.
“Hey! Hey buddy… errr…. Joel!” came Runt’s voice.
I placed my left hand to my forehead, before looking at it. It was big, with thick fingers and calloused skin on the palms, like I someone who worked with his hands a lot.
I turned the hand over. There was dark hair on the back, running up my meaty forearms, a silver watch strapped around my wrist. It said quarter to 4.
“Wha... what happened” I groaned. I slowly sat up, surprised at my new voice. It was a deep, and gruff Texan accent, yet somewhat warm and kind.
“You okay big guy?” asked Runt, squatting down next to me.
“Yeah.. I’m fine… I think” I replied, as I looked down at myself. I could see the cleavage of my huge hairy pecs down my shirt, and past that, my cock, still hanging out. I tucked it back in my underwear and began to stand up, grunting as I did. I felt strong, but also my age catching up to me.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to fall on your ass,” said Runt, offering a hand. I took it and pulled myself to my feet. “How’d you feel?”
I realised I was now taller then Runt, so I was looking down at him. I placed a hand to my mouth, stroking my beard, before feeling my face. It felt strange, yet so familiar, like it was my own face.
“I think I’m okay” I said, stretching my back “Must’ve hit my darn back on the way down”
I looked around, realising my old body was nowhere in sight.
“What happened to the kid?... I mean me?... fuck”
“Oh, he’s in you as well… sort of” said Runt. I gave a chuckle.
“Heh… first time in a while I’ve had a guy his age in me” I then furrowed my brow in confusion. “Wait, I’m gay?”
“Yeah” replied Runt. “That’s why you left your wife. You got married young remember?”
He was right, I did remember. Her name was Stephanie. I remembered our wedding day like yesterday.
“Yeah… it was the only time I saw her wearing stockings” I nodded. I also felt a wave of guilt. There was an awkward silence, as Runt gave a sheepish look.
“Tell me about your childhood then” he asked. I paused for thought.
“I grew up on my dad’s ranch, he raised me and my older brother Danny”, I explained. “Havn't spoken to my dad in years. And Danny... Dan was in the Army, until he went MIA...” I said solumnly. There was a pause.
“Okay… bad subject” said Runt. “What do you do now?”
“Oh I uh… work as a construction manager for Brayant & Co. Builders” I replied, folding my huge beefy arms. “Been there for a good five years now, it's mostly office work, handling the on-site admin, that kind of thing.”
“And how’s your love life?”
I sighed, giving a ‘meh’ nod. I went to gay bars frequently, had hook ups with guys every couple of weeks or so, but any relationship that came out of it never really lasted.
As I was saying this, I felt the memories go through my head. Cleaning out stables with my brother as a teen, moving to New York, my first day at my job, sucking cock behind a bar on 7th street. I knew these weren’t my memories, but I could recall them perfectly.
“So now I’m being… Joel,” somehow that felt weird to say. “Who’s gonna be old me?”
Runt suddenly transformed into a perfect version of my old self.
“I will….” He said using my voice. “Don’t worry, ill make sure you go to work, pay your rent, etc ect…”
“Thank you kindly” I nodded, before noticing my watch again. “Shit, it’s five to four. I should probably hit the sack”
“Don’t you wanna see play with your new equipment?”
I paused for thought. I had to go to the gym in the morning, as well as work, but the idea was tempting. I felt my huge daddy cock twitch with temptation.
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