In the mirror, I turned to the side and checked out my ass. "Damn, these sweats make me look good," I chuckled.
I explored the rest of his expensive penthouse apartment. I felt like an intruder, a thief as I looked in other rooms and cupboards.
From the master bedroom, I went out to the balcony. The views were breathtaking, I could see way across Los Angeles. Then a deep voice groaned from within the apartment.
I made my way to the guest bedroom and peered inside.
"What's the time," Jordan mumbled stretching and yawning.
"About six-thirty," I replied.
He blinked a few times and stared at me, and chuckled. "You look damn fine in those."
I held out my arms and turned on the spot. "You like? Found them in the closet."
Jordan threw back the blankets and got to his feet, and wobbled. I grabbed him and steadied him. "Shit, what a rush," he moaned. He reached up and pressed the heels of his hands against his head squeezing his eyes shut. I quickly glanced at his naked body.
"You OK man?" I asked a little concerned. He towered over me, by at least foot. If he fell, I'm not sure if I could support his weight; he was solid muscle.
He covered at his mouth, and his eye went wide. Pushing me aside he ran for the bathroom. I landed on the bed, face first into the blankets. There was a strong masculine odour; Jordan's, they were damp as well. I guessed he'd had a rough night.
Making my way to the bathroom, I could hear the sound of retching. Inside he was kneeling over the toilet, and with each grotesque noise his whole body spasmed. His torso convulsed, his back and shoulders lurched forward and another load found its way out of his body.
I rested a hand on his back, feeling his incredible strength as he spasmed once more. From the sounds, it sounded like his last.
He rested for a while, breathing hard. I poured a glass of water. "Drink this it'll make you feel better." Looking up, he took the glass and downed it in one, and held it up. I took it and put it on the counter.
It was my turn to stand over him now, his breathing was more even. I marvelled at his frame as he leaned on the toilet--I still found it hard to believe how big Jordan was, almost twice my size.
Groaning he got to his feet, and once again he was looking down at me. "Better?" I asked as he flushed the toilet.
"A little," he replied pulling at his shoulder and twisting. "I'm still a little stiff from last night."
"It's hardly surprising," I said, "you're a big guy! Have a shower that'll loosen you up."
He pulled at the other shoulder. "Yeah, that might work, I should get ready for work anyway."
I laughed, "Don't want to be late on your first day huh?"
Then he spotted his reflection, and glanced down as if to confirm his nakedness. He looked at me and blushed.
"Don't worry its nothing I haven't seen already," I chuckled. Even with that reassurance he turned away, still a little self-conscious.
He looked over his shoulder as he turned on the shower, and I leaned on the basin. "You're going to watch?" he asked.
"Why not? May as well enjoy myself," I grinned.
Sighing, he stepped into the shower and started to lather his extensive body. I watched intently as he stretched and tensed his muscles under the steaming water. He worked on every part of his body, every bump, every ripple, every crevice. He gave a lot of attention to his manhood, even though he was ignoring me, he still turned away, but even so, I knew what was going on by the way his shoulders hunched and the grunts I heard.
Jordan spend a few more minutes rinsing off before stepping out. I handed him a towel and I continued to watch as he towelled himself dry, finally wrapping it around his waist.
I knew it was all coming together when he expertly fixed his hair with various products he selected from a bag on the sink. He picked up his mobile and snapped a few pictures. "For the team," he smiled.
Following him to the guest room, I said nothing as he opened a suit case and selected some clothes; a dress shirt, slacks and some other items.
He grinned widely at me as he got dressed. Finally pulling the shirt over his back he fastened a few buttons and rolled up the sleeves. "How do I look," he said snapping another picture.
"Looking hot," I replied and took the phone. I flipped through the pictures and showed him one from yesterday.
He laughed, "That's your girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah, that's the girl," I smiled. "You gonna wear the same shirt?"
He lifted an arm, and sniffed at his pit, then swapped and smelt the other. "Just smells--manly," he smirked.
I shook my head as he collected together all the previously discarded items and packed them. I looked at my watch; seven-thirty. "You're going to be early for work."
"I don't care, be good to get back into the groove--can't wait."
I shrugged, "Whatever makes you happy," I sighed as he picked up the suitcase and headed for the door.
"Wait a minute," I called out. He stopped and waited. From my pocket I handed him a small black book. He flipped through the hand written pages and nodded. I gave him a bag I'd left by the door, inside were IDs, wallet, keys and paperwork--all the shit he needed.
"Almost forgot," he said swallowing. "My book is on the dresser in the bedroom."
"Sweet, now go, and enjoy yourself. I don't want to see you again for at least three months, longer if you can hang it out."
He laughed, and then left.
In the bedroom I found a similar black book. Inside were names, numbers and directions. I stuck it in my pocket; it was all I needed.
Back in the lounge I launched myself onto the luxurious white leather couch. It took a few minutes to realise my life had just changed; so had Jordan's, but it was a win-win situation, for both of us... I grinned smugly as I recalled the past few days.
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I was an agent, mainly dealing with real estate for top business and celebrities. Targets were high, but rewards were even greater.
I'd worked in IT before, where if you were top of the pile, they'd give you a sports car; A Ferrari for the month, or until someone knocked you off the top.
This place was no different, except instead of cars, they awarded a new identity along with a 30% bonus while you were riding high. The body in question was a jock, six-four tall, and pure muscle. The ladies had their own version, but some still went for the jock.
Reynolds, a forty-eight year old guy with thinning hair and a gut had been inside the jock for the past six months. He wasn't the high scorer, that was Tony, but wasn't interested in the winning the jock, he was just so damn competitive hated coming second. He smashed the old guys stats all the time.
Sadly his employment came to an abrupt end when he was caught butt naked in the restrooms with the intern. After that I considered him a bit of a hero, and kept in touch. A few weeks later he told me he'd won the lottery--millions. I found out that he was even less happy, he needed the cut and thrust rather than having everything handed to him on a plate.
So I had a plan; for three months I busted my ass to win the jock. Reynolds, that creepy shit beat me every time. He was living the life, you'd think he really was the jock the way he swaggered around the office pushing people around.
The fourth month I beat him, it was a landslide. Sadly he came down with some kind of bad food poising, took him out for two weeks and his stats took a dive--I should have fixed his chicken after the first month!
At the end of the month, it was time to accept my award. It was held--as always--at a swanky hotel. We all met in the bar, and my boss gave a little speech and handed me a key to a room.
"My boy," he said congratulating me, "you finally knocked the old goat off the perch." Reynolds gave me a sour look, he'd been stripped of the jock and he looked even older than I remembered. "Here's the key, go and get changed. I want to meet the new jock down here for drinks!"
I took the key and made my way to the room. Inside on the bed was a suitcase, clothes laid out carefully on the bed. I picked up the shirt, a XXXL in size. I gulped, and put it back. As I explored the main suite, I found the jock. He was laid out on the couch, his body with thick and muscular. I knew he was only twenty-three, but he had a reputation just as big as his body.
There was something quite amazing about him, and I couldn't help but to gingerly reach out and massage his pecs. They were firm, and meaty. I felt his arms, shoulders, touched his face. It felt real, was it? I ran my fingers through his hair, it was so thick and glossy.
I'd seen the brief and the training video of how to get inside and become the jock that laid in front of me. Clumsily, I pulled the heavyweight to the floor. I tested his mouth--stretchy! Removing my clothes I began to force my feet into his mouth and down the throat of the docile jock.
From time to time, I felt him move, shift even, to accommodate my intrusion. When his mouth was around my waist, he began to swallow, gulping me down. I squeezed and wriggled down, forcing my arms and shoulders inside. After a few minutes I was able to stand, and it took me a few more to get used to my new height. In the mirror I admired my new body, twisting left and right trying to see all the angles; but I didn't feel complete. Reaching back, I grasped the jock's face and pulled it over my own.
My vision was blurry, then it cleared. In the mirror was the jock--Jordan--strong, young and handsome. My scalp prickled, and I felt something new, brief flashes of skills and experiences. His school, football, university, but it wasn't clear, I knew it would lock in over night. It worried me though, was he real, or at least at one time?
From the side table I picked up his ID, Jordan Richards. There was also his driving license and the keys to an apartment the complete jock kit.
Remembering the crowd downstairs I dressed myself, the shirt fitted perfectly. In the bathroom I fixed my new hair, it seemed so natural. I picked up the mobile and collected together the various items putting them in the suitcase. I knew I didn't have to stay long at the hotel, it was common for people to disappear and familiarise themselves with Jordan.
Leaving the room, I found my girlfriend waiting at the lifts. I walked over confidently, a slight swagger in my step.
"Clay, is that really you?" she cooed and began to rub and explore my body through my shirt.
"Yeah babe, it's really me, but you need to call me Jordan now," I said giving her a tight squeeze.
She cupped my dick through my pants. "Holly cow, you're hung," she moaned, then she took a step back.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I can't, it just feels wrong," she whispers. "Are you going to take it off when we go to bed?"
"What?"
"Its like I'm cheating on you," she whispered, I smirked at the suggestion.
I took her hand and placed it on my huge chest. "This is how I'm going to look for a while, but it's still me inside, so you won't really be cheating."
She smiled, took my wrist and tried to pull me back to the room.
"I can't," I said, tapping my head, "I need to get some rest, so everything straightens out in my mind."
"So tomorrow?"
"After work, I'll pick you up and show you the new apartment." We returned to the bar, and when I entered the room cheered. I flexed and showed off my new body, even now I felt so young and confident.
After an hour I made my excuses, and left the party. I told them I was going to the apartment, but instead I went to Tony's penthouse.
"Fuck Clay, this guy is just as I remember him. Doesn't he age at all?"
"I don't know, he's twenty-three," I replied looking down at Tony and rubbing my pec through the shirt. "Did you get everything we need for this?"
"All done," Tony said rubbing his hands, "can't wait to get back in the thick of it. Come in, it's late and I want to get started."
I followed him to the lounge, and he relaxed while I explained how to get in and out of Jordan. Tony was going to take my place, the best agent the company had every had and they would believe it was me. With every successful month, he'd stay in Jordan and I'd be reaping the rewards, and Tony would be back in the job he loved so much.
"What about your girl?" Tony asked. "That'll be kinda awkward."
"Don't worry, she'll think it's me inside the jock. Just enjoy yourself."
"You're OK with that?"
"Sure, I know she's cheating on me anyway, so you can dump her in a few weeks if you want."
"Sweet, is that intern still there?"
"Yes, and if you must, then do it outside work. Don't fuck this up--for both of us!" He nodded.
"So can we do it now?"
I chuckled and removed my shirt, Tony's mouth dropped open. He remained silent as I removed the remainder of my clothes. He couldn't stop staring at the member hanging between my legs. His gaze slowly traced its way up my torso and focused on my dark brown eyes.
"Can I?" He asked nodding at my crotch.
"Tony, you'll be Jordan in a while, you can play all you like."
"But, I won't be able to do it myself."
I shrugged, Tony was bi, that was cool if he was playing me--he knew what I liked and could pull off a convincing act for the crowd. He knelt before me, and took easily what he'd asked from me. I rested my large hands on his head, and worked my hips. He was a pro--all the way.
He spent a lot of time exploring my body, and we showered together. Back in the guest bedroom, I slowly extracted myself from the jock. The body seemed reluctant to release me, but with Tony's help I was finally free. Ten minutes later Tony was inside Jordan, and I was pulling the jock's face over my friend's.
"Fuck this is so weird," he exclaimed in Jordan's voice. He blinked a few times, "Was this guy a real person?"
"You saw the flashes? Memories?"
"Yeah, this is fucked up!" he groaned holding his head.
"Don't panic, his whole personality and memories will lock in overnight I'm told, it will all be clear in the morning." He nodded, but looked nervous.
"Ok, well if I'm you, I mean Clay, wearing Jordon, then we need to do something about you!" he told me and led me to the master bedroom, and there, laying on the bed was another Tony.
I walked over and studied the man, it was a perfect copy. "Looks perfect," I commented.
"Should do, cost a lot of money."
Jordan helped me into the suit, Tony had a better physique and was a little heavier than me, it looked good on me. I finally pulled his face over my own and we both looked in the mirror. It was a perfect swap, no clues or evidence that anything had changed. I returned to the other room and pulled on the shorts he'd been wearing earlier. I sniffed the shirt, there was a familiar odour, I rubbed my face in it, and then across my new body before pull it on. Finally I fixed his bb cap on my head then went to find Jordan.
He was still in the lounge, and had found some shorts. He had two beers, he held one out and I joined him on the couch. As the night progressed, we fine tuned our deception exchanging information. After a few more beers, Jordon retired to the guest room, and I took my place in the master bedroom.
Originally it had been a crazy idea. Tony wanted back into the front line, selling and fighting for business, I hated it. Jordan had been the key, he wears the jock, pretends to be me and blows the stats out of the water. I knew he could keep winning the jock every month. He was over the moon. And me? I got to be Tony, one of the most wealthy people in the area. Full access to his money, his looks, and his lifestyle--what more could I ask for?
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