A young hot college professor going out to a new bar , the place filled with burly men of all sizes and ages. He goes to leave but finds himself staying when an older gentleman bumps into him and strikes up a conversation. The man doesn’t know it as he speaks with the gentlemen and drinking his beer that he’s changing. His muscular body rounding out and softening with fat,smooth body becoming covered in a forest of hair, his hairline thinning and balding as clumps of hair fall from his scalp as days worth of beard grow grows in and thickens into a dark grey beard as the MN ages from his 30s into well into his 50s. Come Monday morning his students don’t see the handsome young man their professor was that Friday, but a fat older man in a suit that seems to barely be containing his large gut. As the lecture goes on some the students trickle out, a few of the guys from the frat house on campus and football team staying behind, entranced by the professor s words. By the end of the lecture those students coming out the room as varies blue collar men, ranging from muscle bear men to overweight slobby truckers, none remembering their form lives as the leave the campus, confused why they were there as the professor gets ready for his next lecture.
I’m 75 years old and going back to school! I begged my grandson to let me do this. Just for six glorious months and then we’ll swap back. I told him I’d leave him as the main benefactor in my will. I feel like a billion dollars! Who knew tracking down magical items through a clandestine group of magicians that work for the elite rich would pay off this much? Oh and I hate to break it to ya, but I’m gonna stay in this body and fuck my grandson. I found out all of his dirty little secrets. Had a man hack into his computer. Wasn’t hard. Found all his secret journal entries and apparently he hates me and always has. Well, this “old bastard Trump supporter“ is gonna join the Young Republicans club as soon as I can, and then I’m gonna pound some pussy just like I used to. My nampy pampy SJW grandson wasn’t really using his youth for anything but being a pussy himself. I, being a real man, know what to do with this body. Now when my time is up, Grandpa might have an unfortunate accident in his car, going off a cliff. I’ll pretend to be sad and I’m sure my parents will be shocked I inherit the family fortune but I’m sure my “dad” will get over it. Who said you can’t take it with you?
Did you do this to me, boy? I know you wanted a gruff ol’ PapaBear. But you had no right to change me without my permission. I oughta take it out on your ass, but I’m guessing that’s why you did this. You want me do that. So instead we’re going play it my way. I ain’t fuckin’ ya’ til you’re more *my* type now. And I like hairy as fuck submissive bottom bears. So you got your choice, boy. You can be fucked by me but you gotta change yourself first.
“You ain’t too good at learnin’, are ya, boy?” Boss said.
It was just advertised as a summer job, out on a farm in the sticks, but what Nick hadn’t known was that the position was, actually, rather permanent. Whoever Boss was, the guy who owned the farm, he had some weird magic voodoo shit going for him, and Nick…he found he had to do everything the fucker said. What that meant, was close to ten hours of backbreaking labor all day, and then, at night…well, he’d service Boss then, before being put to bed in the shed outside, where he’d be living, eating slop like the pigs, pissing and shitting in a fucking bucket…
So of course, he’d been trying to escape. He’d noticed, that sometimes Boss would lose focus on him, and he’d be able to slip out of his control. He’d tried to take the truck the first time, but hadn’t even been able to get to the keys before Boss had reasserted control over him. This was his…third attempt, trying to just get away into the woods, out of Boss’s range, but he’d fucking found him all the same, and now here he was again, tied up to the fucking whipping tree, Boss and his bullwhip behind him, trying to brace himself.
“Well, maybe ten lashes just ain’t enough fer ya. Ah mean, ten ‘n ten makes twenty already, right? Well, maybe another twenty wil properly…settle ya down, boy.”
Nick’s gut dropped. It wasn’t the number of lashes which concerned him, exactly. It was what happened with each lash. Every time, he…aged another year. He’d been 22 when he got here, and now he was 42–hairy, a bit of a gut, long beard…he hardly recognized himself in the mirror anymore. Twenty lashes–he’d be fucking 62! He tried to fight, tried to pull free of Boss’s control, but couldn’t…and then, the whipping started.
The worst part, still, was that as much as it hurt–and it did hurt–his cock throbbed with excitement each time, all the same. He…enjoyed being hurt by the Boss, it made him feel good. Hurting himself for the Boss, giving himself up for the Boss, sacrificing for the Boss–
No! No, those weren’t his thoughts, he had to fight, but fuck, he was getting so…tired all of a sudden. Ten lashes in, and he was in his fifties, his gut much larger now, his hair turning white, skin tanned dark from…from years, under the hot sun, in Boss’s service. No–he had to fight the memories, they weren’t real, but his head was dulling more than it had before. He felt so…fucking stupid all of a sudden. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t. After twenty, the sixty year old Nick was panting, his old cock having blown three loads in the front of his grungy jeans, moaning in pain, and pleasure. Boss walked over and fucked his old ass, feeling the blood smear between them, and Nick pushed back, feeling Boss’s world…swallow him. He couldn’t escape, not looking like this. No, best just to…to serve.
“Wish you boys would catch on sooner–yer only gonna have a few more years a work left before ya keel over, ‘n I’ll have tah find another one,” Boss said, “Still, gotta love yer old loose holes while they last, right boy?”
“Yes sir…anythin’ fer ya, Boss.”
“That’s what I like tah hear boy, that’s what I like tah hear.”
Just like for everybody else, 2016 had been something of a stressful year for Chris Wood. He’d starred in no less than three television shows and spent a good portion of the year travelling with his old Vampire Diaries castmates to conventions around the world. He hadn’t really had a chance to slow down and enjoy himself which was why the holiday break from filming Supergirl was so appreciated. He could go back to being an ordinary person and spending time with his family in his hometown where nobody really cared that he was some up and coming actor. It felt nice to be anonymous again.
After spending two weeks cramped up in a house with the rest of his large family though, Chris was eager for a break and decided to head down to a small coffee shop on the other side of town by himself. He needed to enjoy the peace and quiet and think about his career plans for the next year. His agent had already sent through some possibilities that he could be working on while still starring on Supergirl, all he had to do was decide which project he liked the most. It was refreshing to have that much creative freedom.
Once he reached the coffee shop, Chris grabbed himself a drink and found a booth near the corner. There were only a few other people around and none of them seemed to look twice at him which was precisely what he wanted. His phone was on silent, he didn’t have any music on and he was just enjoying the peace for a change. You didn’t get much of it in his family home, that was for sure. He had almost forgotten just how chaotic the holiday season could be.
A few minutes into his drink, Chris could feel the sensation of eyes on him and glanced up to find indeed that somebody was staring at him. In the direct opposite corner of the coffee shop sat an old man alone in a booth. His hair was grey, his cheeks and belly were bloated and he was clearly missing a few teeth when he smiled. He didn’t even blink, he just continued to watch Chris with an intensity that took him by surprise. Feeling a little uneasy, the actor smiled briefly and looked back down at his drink.
Trying his best to forget about the man watching him, Chris instead pulled up a few of the projects on his phone that his agent had sent him and started to scroll through. He was delighted to find that there were a few villain roles in there which were always fun to play. He’d really enjoyed his time on The Vampire Diaries for that exact reason, plus everybody seemed to say that he played villains really well. Why not play to his strengths more?
The sensation of being watched rolled over him again and Chris glanced up to find that yes, the old man was still watching him intently. Chris curved his lips into a frown, slightly uneasy at the intensity of the man’s stare but also a little confused as he could have sworn the old man had grey hair rather than a deep dark brown that was probably comparable to his own. How had he missed that? Maybe he was just still too tired from the stress of a family Christmas. It seemed the only reasonable explanation.
After that Chris found himself fighting the urge to glance back up at the man every now and then. He could hardly focus on his projects because he was getting distracted wondering just how much of the other man’s appearance he’d gotten wrong. Sure enough, the next time he looked up and caught the old man staring at him he realized that his cheeks were actually a lot thinner than he’d thought at first. They didn’t seem to carry the same wait as the rest of his body did.
Huh, I guess I’m just really tired, Chris mused before forcing himself to look away. It wasn’t long before their eyes locked again though and Chris received a jolt of surprise as he realized that he’d somehow managed to miss the dark beard that lined the man’s jaw, perfectly highlighting his thin face and matching his dark hair. It seemed utterly crazy for Chris to somehow have missed that!
Reaching down, Chris scratched absently at his expanded gut. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from eating more than his fair share over the holiday season from Thanksgiving to Christmas and it had left him a little bloated as a result. He was definitely going to need to hit the gym hard when he went back to Vancouver to resume filming because his personal trainer was going to be disappointed as hell in him. He really hadn’t stuck to his diet and exercise plan.
The next time Chris looked up to spy on his mystery man, he was somewhat ashamed to find that the man wasn’t even looking at him. He was scrolling through his phone, an intent look on his handsome face. It was obvious now that Chris had seriously over-estimated his age at first because he couldn’t be any older than thirty! Even though he had been sure that there were lines on the man’s face to suggest he was an older gentleman, there was now nothing but smooth spotless skin. Chris only wished he could have a perfect complexion like that because recently the lines of his face were becoming far too prominent for his liking. Make-up and wardrobe were having a nightmare trying to get him looking good.
Glancing back down at the local newspaper he’d been reading since he’d shown up at his favorite coffee shop that morning, Chris realized quite quickly that he was rock hard. He knew exactly why too: that handsome stud sat on the other side of the establishment, so young and effortlessly gorgeous. Unable to stop himself, he glanced up again and found that this time the man was looking back at him with a piercing glare.
There was something so familiar about his face that Donald couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was he a popstar or something? No, maybe an actor? It was definitely someone famous that his grandson, the skinny little gayboy that he was, lusted over and had pictures of up on his wall. Donald wished he could say that he couldn’t understand it but considering his three inch prick was currently standing to attention underneath his sagging belly, he was pretty sure he had a lot more in common with his grandson than he was willing to admit. It just wouldn’t be proper for a man of his senior age to come out as gay. He was resigned to his life as a retired mechanic living with a wife who had never pleased him and unsatisfied desires for the younger men he saw around town. What else could he really do with himself?
The new Chris Wood cupped his crotch, enjoying the hard bulge in his pants before downing the rest of his coffee. He’d been planning to escape from his miserable life as a closeted elderly man for a while and seeing this young stud sat in his favorite booth in his favorite coffee shop had only sealed the deal. He’d had no idea that Chris was some hotshot actor but that only made it better because now he was going to be escaping to the kind of perfect life he’d only ever dreamed of having before.
Winking at the new Donald, Chris enjoyed the deep shade of red that the old man turned while he made his way to the exit. The young actor would never remember his old life but that was fine, he was sure Donald wouldn’t have any issues fitting in with his misfit family. As for the new Chris? Well he couldn’t wait to get back on that plane to Vancouver and start enjoying his new life!
This was definitely the holiday break he’d needed!
He ended up not at the bear bar, but at one of the twink bars he usually went to when he was looking for someone hot to fuck. Only now, instead of his sexy muscled body, he was an old, slobby grandpa, reeking of cigar smoke and booze, holding down the bar and ogling all of the sexy twinks in the room…but he wasn’t…here to just stare. No…no, he needed…to do something more.
He was already ashamed of himself, of his appearance, but when one hot, muscled guy caught his eye (someone he’d fucked around with before, in his old body), he hopped off the barstool, waddled over and started hitting on him, asking that muscle god to plow his old hole into next week. He got turned down of course, and duly humiliated for even trying at all, but much to his surprise, Vince’s now much smaller cock started leaking cum, and he felt…good. Yeah, humiliating himself like that felt amazing. Unable to stop himself, he spied some other muscle fuck and begged him as well. He knew he never had a chance, but that wasn’t what he was after–not really. No, he wanted these hot men to shame him, to humiliate him and berate him. Nothing…nothing got him harder than that now, he was starting to realize.
After a few hours, he’d bugged enough guys that the bouncers tossed him out. Fine–he had…other places to go too. Now his feet were heading somewhere else, in the late night…heading back towards one of the bear bars he always used to fuck with, but now, everyone there seemed to be expecting him. They parked him in the corner on his knees, and he was the night’s cumdump and urinal. Happily so, in fact. Every load of cum and piss just got him hornier, but his cock refused to get hard–it would just…leak, soaking the crotch of his jeans in precum, but his desire only intensified.
Finally, the bar closed, and he waddled home, gut heaving with cum and piss. Home was different now–a filthy studio apartment–but while he recalled his old life clearly…he knew he’d never be going back. He got naked and logged onto the computer, ready to start messaging some of the muscle men he paid regularly–paid them to…humiliate him over video chat. Sometimes, they even shamed him enough that he was able to cum, but that usually only happened a few times a month. This was his life now–spend all day paying young men to humiliate him, cruise the hot bars for more punishment each night, drink cum and piss at the sleazy bars and bathhouses around town until the early hours of the morning, and then get up and repeat. Soon enough, his old life seemed like a dream–but he wouldn’t trade his new one for anything.
I feel fucking fantastic. Taking my grandson’s stupid friend’s body was the best thing I ever did. I feel like a million bucks. This dumb kid had no idea how good he had it. His dad and I planned this for years. My grandson’s friend was a dumbass, pissing away opportunity to work good jobs set up for him by his parents, or succeed in school even marginally. Listening to his dumb rap music. Well, none of that now. The plan was I would step into his son’s life and help him take over the family business after I got my MBA from a prestigious university. I enjoy my cigars, though, and this kid is mad at me for “ruining” his body. He actually believes us when we tell him we might place him in a younger man’s body some day. Well, we might but he better shape up and stop bitching and moaning. I know being 65 isn’t easy but I am working way too hard to put up with his complaints. I am also having some unexpected fun with my grandson. I didn’t know these two fellas were gay for each other. His father didn’t know until after I made the swap but we all agreed we wouldn’t tell my grandson. After all, I’ve always loved him and now I can do so while fucking him. I am in love with my grandson, who has been supportive of me getting my shit together, dressing like an actual grown up and smoking cigars. Grandson said he was thinking of breaking up but ever since I found my newer assertive side and “found myself” he is all over me like a puppy dog. And god he’s adorable when he sucks my new young dick. I’m never leaving this body. Fuck it. My old body can rot with that dumb kid inside it.
Stuck as Santa 