While I waited for a reply I opened locker 39 and started to undress. Pulling off the vest, I wiped the sweat from my body; I took a sniff, a strong and potent aroma filled my nostrils. "Fuck I need a shower," I muttered as I removed the remainder of my clothes.
I stood there naked, yet completely confident with my body as Jake left the showers. "Hey Ross, can I borrow your deodorant?"
"Why don't you get some of your own? You're always using mine," I moaned and reached into the locker grabbing the can. I turned and lobbed it at him.
He caught it and grinned. "Because you've always got the good shit, and I like the smell," he replied spraying his whole body. "Hey, is this your usual stuff?"
"Trying something new, what do you think?" My phone buzzed in my locker, "Better late than never," I murmured.
"Dunno, it's got a weird, sweet smell," he replied spraying himself again. "Heads up," Jake called as he returned the can. I caught it giving him a sour look and dropped it in my bag.
After flipping through the numerous 'likes' from my latest post I found the private message; it was from Harry. 'Whoa, you scored big time. That is you right?"
I chuckled and typed a reply. 'Yeah, it's me. You like it? Picked him up a Regan's.'
I looked over at Jake, who was sitting on the bench his head cupped in his hands. I walked over and sat next to him. "You feeling ok Jake?"
He muttered something, barely audible. I nodded knowingly and opened Instagram again. Grabbing him by a handful of hair I pulled his head up, he looked tired and drained. Snapping a picture I replied to Harry's private message with the Jake's portrait. 'Jake wants to meet you, get intimate maybe.' I typed and hit send.
The reply came quickly. 'I'm there, Regan's right?'
'Yeah, come around the back I'll let you in.'
Jake slumped against me, unable to support himself so I laid him on the bench and brushed his eyes closed.
While I waited for Harry I recalled the evenings transformation into the young, but exceptionally well built teenager in front of me. I mused through his memories as I performed various poses and manoeuvres to show off my new identity.
He was shorter than me, which made it even more thrilling. I loved these late nights, I knew Jake was in the gym working out so I had no worries about being caught. I watched myself in the mirror as I inched my way down his throat, stealing Ross's identity bit by bit.
With my waist at his mouth I forced a hand inside and struggled to orientate my stiffened dick into his flaccid sheath. I groaned and twisted before it finally found its way, I smiled at the reflection as his dick slowly came to life. My butt tightened and I winched as my manhood was drawn to the length of Ross's impressive piece. Turning sideway I admired his dick, gently bobbing, it was longer than my own but just as thick. I continued my transformation; I was up to his thick, heavy pecs and couldn't help but feel my new cobbled torso.
I looked down and Ross's gaping mouth around my body and continued pushing inside. His arm flailed as mine found its way, I pulled at his forearm, wriggling my fingers past his wrist and into his strong hand. Yanking on his shoulder I pulled it over my own, with my free hand felt the firmness of his pectoral; it was mine now, and I twitched it under my hand.
The mirror showed my progress in becoming the eighteen year old. My right arm was in place as was my pec and everything below. Ross's mouth, ridiculously stretched between my neck and my left armpit. I flexed my new arm, enjoying the peek of my bicep muscle; veins pumped with blood feeding my stolen strength. I reached down and grasped my dick for the first time with Ross's hand. I pumped it a couple of times and it felt natural and familiar to touch. My reflection only stiffened it further; two-thirds the smooth taught skin of a teenager in his prime, thick powerful muscles with a perfect physique. The remaining third--the left side, Ross's left arm although thick and firm slowly swung as I moved. My own arm still free of Ross's mouth, and my own face; slightly drawn and showing its age.
It was the final stages of the transformation, I stretched Ross's mouth and hooked my elbow inside followed by my arm. The teen's upper torso contorted as I struggled to find the opening to his left arm. With a grunt I pulled at the arm and forced mine inside. With the hand in place, I pulled at the shoulder pushing the traps into place.
Pain shot through my body, like a hundreds of needles as Ross's skin fused with mine. I reviewed my progress in the mirror, from the neck down I was Ross, smooth shaved skin, thick upper body tapering down to a narrow waist. I flexed my arms performing a classic pose.
It was time to become Ross--completely.
I pulled at his mouth, rolling his thick bull neck into place and hooked his chin over mine. Reaching around the back of my head I found the corners of his mouth and pulled. My ears popped inside, I traced my fingers around his lip and it over the top of my head.
Darkness, the sense of being suffocated. I tried to breath and gasped. My fingers traced my face, I pulled at a protrusion, snapping it over my nose, then my ears; left and right. I seated the lips over my own--I know I didn't have much time, with quick fingers I pushed and pulled at Ross's features making sure they aligned with my own. Finally I swept may hands over my scalp checking for wrinkles or snags. The short cropped hair felt perfect.
I slowly blinked and Ross's cool blue eyes starred back at me. I had no time to admire my new identity before the rage hit me strong. My whole body, spasmed, shaking--I grabbed onto the bench desperate to steady myself. This was the last of the transformation. I squeezed my eyes shut as hot flames whipped through my body; changing me on the inside, fusing me tighter than before with Ross's body and mind--this was a one way trip. My body reconfigured itself, regressing in age, changing and replicating what was once Ross's internal organs. Then the flames extinguished, I blinked and looked in the mirror again. I was Ross Goodman through to the core, cut me open, blood test, nothing would reveal the loss and rebirth that happened this night.
I was Ross, I knew everything about him. I took the choker from the bench and secured it around my neck. Slipping on his gym gear and beanie I returned to the weight room to test out my new strength.
I pumped heavier and heavier weights, my body performed; muscle flexed and swelled under the punishment. Jake was watching me as I flexed in the mirrors, muscles swollen with blood.
~~~
My thoughts were broken by a repeated knocking on the back door. Grabbing a towel I wrapped it around myself and open the fire exit.
"Holly crap, is that you?" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah, call me Ross," I replied.
He walked in not taking his eyes off me. "Damn, can I be Ross?"
I laughed, "No, it's not possible, I'm Ross now. There's no going back for me now. But for Jake it's only temporary," I explained. "He's just a suit, I can restore him anytime."
"So where is this guy?" Harry asked. I took him around the corner, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the unconscious Jake. "Holly mother of... he's huge--and hairy, and kinda old."
I looked at Harry, a tall and lanky teenager the same age as the new me. "Thought you might enjoy being a bear," I told him with a smirk. "Besides he's the only other guy here tonight."
Harry rested his hand on Jake's furry pecs. "But he's so big."
I grinned. "He's a family man as well. Married with a son--our age."
"Wow! He doesn't look that old."
"If you want something younger to play around in, try his boy." I found Jake's phone and showed Harry a picture.
"I know him," Harry exclaimed, "that's Curtis. He goes to my school."
"Our school," I added.
"He's such a player, loads of girls always following him around. Fucker! I hate him."
"Hate him enough to want to be him?"
"You can do that? Fuck yes, how quickly?"
I grinned. "Give it a week or so, enjoy yourself being Jake. Push this kid around a bit, give him some grizzly chores," I told him.
"I'm in, how do I get inside this guy?"
I showed him how to stretch Jake's mouth and helped him climb inside the hairy bear of a man.
He pulled Jake's face over his own and paused for a moment. "The body spray," he asked in a deep gravelly voice. "That's what changed him, right?"
"You got it."
"I knew there was something different about it," he muttered.
"Harry, don't lose yourself. Remember who you really are."
He shook his head and blinked a couple of times, "Right," he muttered. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and flexed. "One hell of body, don't you think?"
I chuckled. "Not bad for an old man."
He turned and raised an eyebrow, "Show some respect for you elders," he growled, "I'm old enough to be your father."
"Sure, whatever," I replied with a laugh. He scowled at me, and I felt my knees weaken. "Sorry sir."
He laughed out loud, a bellowing sound that echoed around the room. "Yeah, with the help of Jake this fatherly thing is a piece of cake."
"Shit, you fucking scared me," I whispered.
"Was easy, Jake's a big man," he replied as he got dressed. I pulled on Ross's street clothes and we left the gym together. "I appreciate what you're doing for me--Ross."
"No worries." I handed him the can of deodorant, "When you've had enough fun being the father figure, ground Curtis and spray him with this. He'll be a skin like Jake in twenty minutes."
"Then I pull off He-man, and get inside Curtis--just the same way?"
"You got it. When you do the swap, give me a call," I slap Jake's massive pecs, "because I want some of that family man. And not just for the muscle, he's got a hot wife as you probably know."
In the parking lot, we parted. Jake returned to his family in his expensive saloon. Whereas I returned to Ross's apartment on the school's campus in his pickup.
I slipped into Ross's routine; studies, working out, parties and sports while I waited for Jake's call.
*** CONTINUE?
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