Sphere of Change by BR.

Prologue

Slaves were working in a field, guarded by Roman soldiers. By chance (or possibly Fate), one of the slaves came upon a crystal sphere. The sphere was small, not much bigger than a marble, but glistened in the sun like a rare jewel.  When he picked the sphere up, it began to grow and the slave became entranced by the myriad of colors swirling within it. He found he could not move and time seemed to stand still for him. He was being drawn deeper and deeper into the sphere… and then he fell into unconsciousness.

He awoke, disoriented and confused; looking around, he could see the slaves working, although from a different perspective. He looked down upon himself, only to find he was wearing a soldier’s uniform. He gasped, realizing he had swapped bodies with one of the soldiers! No one - other than himself - seemed to be aware that anything had occurred. He somehow knew he had bonded with the sphere and was now its keeper. He looked at the crystal; it had returned to its original small size, and he realized it had travelled with him to his new identity. 

 

The Diner

I was driving through the desert on my way to Vegas when I came upon a small diner. The timing was perfect as I was definitely ready to get something to eat and drink. I pulled into the sparsely occupied yard and got out of my car.

The diner was an oasis to me. The cool air inside was such a relief after travelling so long. The place was like something out of the 50s with round stools at the counter and booths with large vinyl seats. The jukebox was playing a Buddy Holly song. I half expected to see greasers and their gals show up, even out here.

The place was empty with the exception of the waitress and a group of four men sitting at one end of the counter. The waitress came over to take my order and then left to get my food and drink. I noticed one of the four men looking over my way so I simply smiled and waved to him - a sudden shiver ran down my back. The waitress brought my meal so I thought no more about it. Great food or I was very hungry.

A while later as I was finishing my meal, I heard the roar of motorcycles outside. In walked a group of very dusty bikers. They sat down in one of the other booths. I overheard one of them ask where Nick was. Another answered, saying Nick was checking out his ride and would be in shortly.

The bikers appeared to be young, 20s I would say, just stopping to get something to eat on their journey. All of them cut very dashing figures, even as dirty as they were, being very handsome, pretty rugged, and ranging in height from about 6’ to 6’2. They were busy talking about their trek while they waited for Nick. I finished my food and decided I would hang out for a while and relax. I flagged the waitress down and ordered another cup of coffee.

One of the bikers - Chris someone called him - asked the waitress where he could find the washroom. She gestured to the back and told him it was open. Chris got up to go in, probably wanted to wash some of the dirt off and take a leak. The man who had watched me when I came in got up about the same time and followed Chris. A while later Chris came back cleaned up and went back to sit with his buddies. The man who had followed him in came back as well and rejoined his group.

I was just about to get up so I could go on my way when Chris came over to my booth. He sat down, uninvited, and started to talk.

“My name is Chris. Me and my buds are headed to Reno for the week. I thought maybe you might like to join us.”

That was rather presumptuous of him, I thought, why would he come up to a perfect stranger and ask such a question? But he had planted the idea and it wouldn’t leave my brain. Why not go with them? It could be fun and it wasn’t as if I had anything better to do. I could be their support vehicle in case anything happened.

Before I could answer, as if he could read my thoughts, Chris said. “Come with me.”

The Sphere

It made no sense but for some reason I followed him to the washroom. Once there he told me to go into one of the stalls and sit; he gave me a small crystal marble, and almost immediately it began to grow in my hand until it reached the size of a crystal ball. Colors began to swirl within the depths of the sphere, reminding me of a psychedelic trip - how cool. Before I realized it I was lost in the swirling colors, completely transfixed and oblivious to time and everything around me. The sphere seemed to be drawing me in, deeper and deeper.

I must have blacked out; when I came to I was still sitting in the stall. I called out to Chris but there was no answer - wait a minute, that deep, sexy sound resonating around the washroom didn’t sound like my voice. I looked down at myself only to find I was dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans, and motorcycle boots - definitely not my clothes. I stood up; whoa, I felt woozy. I slowly stumbled out of the stall and came face to face with someone I had never seen before. I was looking into the washroom mirror but the reflection was not mine. I almost crapped myself with what I saw.

There staring back at me was a most glorious vision. The man I saw was tall, I would guess around 6’3, had jet black hair, deep blue eyes that one could easily get lost in, and a look I could only describe as a ruggedly handsome model -  I had become someone else! I would hazard a guess that I was around 26. While I couldn’t see what was underneath the clothes I now wore, I could feel the muscles were well developed and they flowed effortlessly when I moved. My stomach felt hard, which meant I had to have one fantastic set of abs. My legs felt quite muscled, too. I found I was going commando so my new appendage was feeling very nice about now. I was starting to get hard seeing the body I now had. I knew my package was impressive just from the feel of my stiffening dick. “Okay, calm down.” I told myself. “Don’t let yourself freak out.” Easier said than done.

I had to forget the developing hard on for a minute and figure out how this happened and why - Chris! It had to be Chris and that strange sphere. I went back to the stall but the sphere was no longer there, where was it?

Damn, my dick was in dire need of relief. I unzipped my jeans and stuck in my hand to grab my cock. I began to stroke myself, slowly at first then getting quicker and quicker. The foreskin was so sensitive. I felt wave after wave of immense pleasure flow through my body. I had never experienced such an intense release before. I came over and over again, moaning so loudly I was sure everyone in the diner could hear me. Spent after my tryst, I grasped at the counter for support, just as Chris came back into the washroom. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face and the crystal marble in his hand.

“Hey there tiger. I see you have discovered your new body and have definitely been having some fun with it. I do think, however, that it is about time you get yourself cleaned up so you can join the rest of us, Nick.”

Nick, the missing biker of the group. So this was what Nick looked like. Pretty damn hot there, Nick.

Chris left the washroom and I cleaned myself up. No further exploration at the moment - that would have to wait until later. Clean but still confused, I left the washroom to find Chris.

The Tale

I could not see Chris in the diner when I came out - only the rest of the bikers and the waitress remained. One of the bikers yelled out to me. “Yo, Nick. Chris is waiting for you outside.”

“Thanks.” I answered as I went outside, finding Chris sitting on his bike.

“Hey, Nick. About time you got here, have a seat on your bike, bro.” he said, pointing at one sweet bike. “I have a lot to tell you.” Chris gave me a sideways look. “You thought I was just asking you to come along to Reno, right? Well, to be honest, there’s a lot more that I haven’t told you.”

Now I was worried. “Oh?”

He smiled. “You see, I know this is hard to believe but I was once a slave in Rome a couple of centuries ago, until I found the sphere. I have used the sphere many times since to switch bodies. Chris is just the latest in a long line.”

Chris paused for a moment – he must have seen the confused look on my face. I took a deep breath and he continued.  “I thought it would be great to have a new companion to join me in my adventures. Chris and Nick are best buds so I thought he would be perfect for you.”

“But,” I stuttered. “What about my old life?”

“Don’t worry, I’m coming to that.” he grinned. “I knew Nick would be coming into the diner soon so there was no time to explain it all to you then. I made sure Nick went into the washroom and the sphere did the rest. Once Nick had been swapped into your body, he left the washroom, becoming you totally with only memories of your life.”

There was no denying I was in Nick’s body but this was all too fantastic. People don’t just go changing lives with other people. My mouth must have dropped a mile. “You’re kidding me, right? I don’t know anything about Nick.”

“Don’t worry, soon Nick’s memories will merge with yours and you’ll know everything he did. You now have a new life in a very hot body, stud.” Just thinking about Nick started to get me hard again.

“Easy there, bro.” Chris continued, laughing. “There will be time enough for that later. Let’s go grab some food inside with the rest of the guys. We haven’t eaten yet. By the time we finish you should have Nick’s memories. What do you say, Nick?”

I felt the tightening in my loins, the fantastic muscles beneath the clothes. What was I meant to say? No, this stud’s body just isn’t for me, thank you very much? Give up this perfection? Yeah, right. What do I say?  I smiled. “Sure, bro. I’m famished. I can’t wait to get this machine between my legs and on the road.”

Damn, my sexy voice was getting to me…