'Old Wine, New Bottle" by Seuzz

There was something in Christine's tone —a note of breathless, of strained alarm, perhaps—that suggested to Ken that there'd been a magnificent cock-up in their little scheme. He didn't wait to ask her what was up, but quickly clapped his phone shut and trotted over to her apartment.

Sure enough, her brow was deeply creased and her cheeks pale when she answered the door. "He's not breathing," she said as soon as he was inside the doorway.

Ken stared. "Of course he's not breathing," he snapped. "He's not supposed to be breathing, not after you gave him the knockout drops."

Christine stared back. "But—" Then her expression changed—a subtle change, something deep in the eyes, but it clearly spelled relief. "Oh," she said.

"Jesus." Ken sighed. "Well, as long as I'm here." He pushed past her toward the bedroom, where he found Chad, her boyfriend, spread-eagled on the bed, completely naked. Ken bent over his face with a frown. Yes, he wasn't breathing, and his eyes were staring vacantly. "How long since you—" He did a mild double-take as he glanced back at the fully dressed Christine. "You put your clothes back on before you called me?" he asked wryly.

She folded her arms. "After I called you. You know, it was real tricky thing getting that eyedropper up close to his mouth while we were, um, ..."

"Alright, where's the rest of the stuff I gave you," Ken asked mildly. "We can talk later about the kind of fun you were having."

Christine gave him a look as she pulled open the top drawer of her bureau. "I guess we'll be missing our three o'clock Lit class," she said as she handed him the syringe and the small bottle.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ken replied as he stabbed the needle into the bottle and drew out a carefully measured dose of clear fluid. "This won't take long, so unless, you know, you want to take up where you and him left off ..."

"Stop it." She winced as Ken carefully lifted Chad's testicles and pressed the needle deep into the flesh where his genitals attached to his body. For his part, Ken smiled tightly at the size of Chad's flaccid cock.

"Okay, give it a few minutes, and then I'll need your help as he starts to deflate."

"Oh my God," she said. "This stuff really does ... I mean, it ... it actually ..."

"Yeah, I've seen it in action before," Ken said airily. "He's not really full of air, you know," he continued, and added "Just shit" under his breath. "But it will look like he's deflating."

Christine gave him a carefully measured look. "You mean you've seen other guys do this to ... other guys?" She paused. "Who?"

"Not really your business," Ken replied. "Let's just say there's more than one jock on campus walking around with someone else inside him." Christine swallowed.

"Alright, there he goes," Ken said. He gripped one of Chad's thick, lightly haired calves and began to massage it roughly. "Grab his foot and start kneading." With something like loathing, Christine picked up her boyfriend's foot and started squeezing it. "Come on, harder than that," Ken chided her. "I'm sure you two got up to rougher stuff than that when he was naked."

A red spot finally showed in Christine's cheek. "You know," she said in a voice that had a shrill in it. "The main reason I'm doing this is because he was a jerk and I wanted to give you as second chance. But if you're going to act like an asshole—"

"It's a little late for second thoughts now, isn't it?" Ken retorted. "But I'm sorry. I'm just giving you shit." He grabbed their victim's leg behind the knee and pressed; the joint bent at a painfully unnatural angle. "Still, it does kind of suck when your old girlfriend will take you back only if you pretend to be her new boyfriend."

"It was your idea," she said. "I'd never heard of this stuff till you mentioned it."

"I know," Ken said. He pressed both his hands down on Chad's hard-muscled abdomen. "I wonder if I'll like being on the lacrosse team," he added, as though following a thought.

They continued pressing and squeezing on Chad's body; it became softer and flatter, and finally became a limp, leathery thing. Ken had just dropped Chad's buzz-cut head back onto the pillow when there was a sharp rap on the front door. Christine looked at Ken with alarm. He shrugged. "Close the bedroom door and go see who it is," he said. "I'll finish getting ready."

As he slipped off his own clothes, Ken heard the muffled sound of the front door opening and Christine's voice as she greeted the visitor. The voices continued after the door closed; he smiled wickedly at the thought that he'd get such a quick chance to model his new identity.

He flopped his new body onto the floor and sat on the edge of the bed; carefully he stretched open Chad's mouth and slipped his own thin leg into it and down the flaccid throat and through the torso. He pulled the mouth open wider and stuck his other leg in. It took a little bit of fishing around before he got them into the separate leggings, and it took even longer to get his feet and toes inside Chad's. But once he had them arranged he felt his new skin and muscles adhere to his own, and the warm prickle as Chad's old nerve endings became his. He waggled his toes appreciatively and ran his hands and fingers up the back of his new thighs.

It was trickier getting his ball sack and penis into Chad's, since he had to fight a swelling erection while trying to get Chad's flaccid skin over his own stiffening member. Then he gasped with intense pleasure as the new skin adhered; with a groan he fell back on the bed and stroked his new penis and fondled his new balls. He glanced down; it was very thick and very long, and it was straining mightily toward the ceiling. His pleasure at the size of his new cock was slightly equivocal; it was, after all, not originally his own. But whatever envy he might have felt was quickly transmuted into the hot and panting anticipation of thrusting it deeply and violently into soft, moist, warm tissues. He bit his lower lip and gradually mastered himself.

The hard part was now out of the way, and he soon had his thin arms inside Chad's hard-muscled ones, and his shallow chest enclosed in Chad's slab-like pectorals. Before pulling Chad's head and face up over his own, though, Ken went to closet, where he knew Christine had a full-length mirror. In its reflection he regarded his nearly transmuted self: Chad's stocky, tawny body, lightly downed with blond hair on the calves and forearms and chest; more thickly and darkly under armpits. Set incongruously over this athlete's body was Ken's own narrow face with its thick mop of mousy-brown hair and his round spectacles and dark eyes. He gave himself a lopsided smile; yeah, even he'd worked out he would have looked ridiculous. He closed his eyes and drew Chad's face over his head and down over his own visage; he rubbed and pressed it into place. When he opened his eyes again, it was Chad who stared back out of truculent, hazel eyes: and it was Chad's flushed cheeks and chapped lips and a mouth that seemed permanently set in a semi-sneer. He quickly pulled on some dirty underwear and athletic shorts, but didn't bother with a  shirt or anything else.

"Hey Tony," he said brusquely as he entered the living room. It was one of Chad's teammates, sitting on the sofa and chatting casually with Christine. Ken swaggered on his new legs into the bathroom; without closing the door he pulled out his cock and let a long stream of piss geyser out and into the toilet bowl. He pointedly ignored the dangerous expression on Christine's face when he re-entered the living and dropped onto the sofa next to her. "So what the fuck do you want," he asked Tony as he dropped a meaty arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

Tony shrugged. "I was bored. Thought I'd hang out with you guys."

"Chad and I have a Lit class at three," Christine said. "In fact, we need to leave now if we don't want to be late." She stood up.

"Take notes for me, won't you, babe?" Ken said insolently. "I'm gonna skip today, hang out with my bro here."

Christine turned so that Tony wouldn't see her face and stared hard at him. "Remember what we talked about this afternoon?" she said sharply. "There are going to be some changes in our relationship. Like, you're going to start going to class every day."

Ken looked up at her with an amused expression. "Sure thing. But let's put the new stuff off until tomorrow. I wanna squeeze a little more juice out of the old life first." He smirked and rubbed the front of his shorts with the heel of his hand. Christine turned very pink but didn't say anything; she said nothing, in fact, as she scooped up a few scattered books, shoved them into an over-the-shoulder bag, and stomped out the door.

Neither Ken nor Tony said anything either, but the former snickered after she'd gone. "Fuck, I'm in trouble now," he chortled as he rose from the sofa and swaggered over the refrigerator in the nearby kitchen nook. "Wanna beer?" he asked as he opened it and looked in.

"Fuck yeah," Tony said. Ken didn't look around as he heard Tony come up behind him. Then he felt Tony's hand on the small of his back, and his dick, which had never entirely collapsed, sprang back to vibrant life. But he ignored the approach, even after Tony leaned in and lightly kissed the back of his neck.

"Playing it dangerous, huh?" Ken said as he straightened back up. "I ought punch you out for that, you know."

"I was watching through my front window," Tony said as he took a beer from his friend. "I saw you running over. Unless you and Chad were fucking each other in the bedroom, I knew it was going  to be you when he came out."

"Can't keep your eyes off the fucker, huh?" Ken grunted. He leaned in and snatched a quick, noisy kiss from Tony. "You got more of the knockout drops?" Tony grinned as he dug a small brown bottle with an eyedropper stopper out of his front pocket. "Sweet," Ken said as he took them. "I'll use them on her tonight, give you a call around midnight when I've got her ready for you." He leaned back against a kitchen cabinet and rubbed the front of his shorts again. "After you're out of Tony and inside Christine, there's going to be some changes in our relationship. Like, she's going to start giving me blow jobs every night, and three times on Sundays."