Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 2

Victor staggered up from the law recliner, dripping water as if he’d just gone swimming, all his old body’s fat gone; the back patio looked like he’d turned the garden hose on for a while, but that’s it.

I’M MARTY!  Holy fucking shit, I’m in this stud’s body!

Victor ran inside “his” house, and went into the bathroom, locking the door.  He almost hit his head on the door frame – goddamn, I’m tall, he thought!  He then immediately kicked off all his clothes, and stared at “himself” in the mirror.

A lean, model-hot teenage jock stared back at him, stretching up to about 6’3”, perfectly smooth chest, toned muscles, not an ounce of baby fat on his frame.  He probably weighed about 170, all ripcord runner’s build.  His styled brown hair was plastered to his head with sweat – of course, Marty (now Victor!) had been mowing the lawn just 20 minutes ago.  His new light brown eyes seemed bright and eager, and carried a hint of everything Victor had always wanted for himself growing up.

Victor started to feel his new cock get hard, looking at himself in the mirror.  It was an electric cycle, as he lusted at being in his new permanent “bodysuit,” and began thinking of all the crazy fucking that was going to commence shortly.  His new dick stretched and curved up, rock solid, a good 8 inches.  Holy fuck.  He had a light scrub of dark brown pubes, and a huge sack.

Victor reached down with his new huge hands, and grabbed his reborn nut sack and cock, and almost exploded in an orgasm at first touch, it was so erotic.  DAMN.

“Deep breaths, man,” Victor told himself, panting with desire, and anticipation, and a crazy lightheadedness that must be what it was like to be drunk or high.

Slowly, he began to stroke himself, feeling his hard, sweaty new hands work every inch of his new pole.   He tried his best to drag it out, but within about 30 seconds he still couldn’t help it, and his whole Marty body shuddered, and his cock spat a huge fountain of cum all over his smooth chest, the bathroom sink, and the bathroom mirror.  It shot with the force of a super-soaker, and even hit the ceiling!  GodDAMN!   The new Marty’s whole high school body convulsed in pleasure, and he quickly sat down on the toilet seat, dripping watery jizz in a sticky line from his dick down to the tile floor.

Victor then leaned over and rinsed his hands in the sink, and then saw the pile of clothes he’d torn off when he first came into the bathroom.  Carefully, savoring the moment, he picked up one of the old pair of Asics sneakers Marty had been wearing, and brought it up against his face, taking a long pull of how it smelled.  Just like he’d dreamed they would – jock and locker room stink. And they were his!  And size 14!  Victor slipped both old sneaks on his feet, no socks, and they fit him perfectly.  After all, “he’d” broken them in for years.

Naked except for his sneaks, the reborn Marty scooped up the rest of his outdoor lawn clothes, and walked into his new bedroom, eager to sit down at the computer and set up the manhunt account he knew was going to help him score by the end of the day.  (to be continued)