malebodyswap:

I never should have let myself fall asleep after Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I know they are pranksters and they are capable of a lot more than the average family. They have something special planned today. They put my sleeping 18 year old football star mind into my 58 year old accountant uncle’s body. Usually their pranks are short, but this time they plan on telling me that they think I’m wasting my athletic young body and that Uncle Gerald will be a much better me than I could ever be. Goodbye hot sex with teammates. I’m trapped as an old straight man stuck in a sexless marriage. Wonder if Gerald will experiment with my buds now that he’s me or if he’s gonna turn my body straight.

I learned a lesson today, never make fun of grandpa’s fat belly. I don’t spend a whole lot of time with my grandpa, because he’s an outrageously obese old man who keeps to himself a ways from where my family lives. One day when we were visiting he took us to the beach, but 14, instead of being grateful I kept poking at my grandpa’s humongously fat belly, saying “when are all those babies due grandpa!” and laughing at him. He was really starting to get angry and eventually he stomped away, took off his round sunglasses, turned around and said some funny words seemingly at his sunglasses, then turned back to me and said, “if you want to see the world through my eyes then wear these” and then he plopped them onto my head. I giggled at them, saying that they were just sunglasses, but then I started to feel real sick and he lead me over to the beach chairs and I fell asleep. I woke up with grandpa’s humongous belly on me, and I was naked as well. I was terrified and tried to yell for my grandpa. I felt that I had his beard too. I had turned into my huge fat grandpa! I was panicking but I managed to fall back asleep. When I woke back up it was dark, I slept for a long time, and I was very unhappy to find I was still my as my huge bellied grandpa. Except this time I was wearing his large clothes held up by suspenders. I eventually found grandpa in my body, but only because he had done something stupid and was caught by the park police running around without supervision. When I got him from the police office, (pretending to be grandpa was terrible) he told me to hurry up and take off the sunglasses! I took them off, not understanding why I hadn’t thought of that before, and then waited for our bodies to switch back. “Oh no” grandpa in my body said, “if you just would have taken them off before then we would have switched back! Now it’s too late! Your dna is totally ingrained and there’s no going back!” I was shocked, and angry, but that’s when the worst thing happened. He started to giggle to himself, then burst out into laughter. He poked my huge belly and said, “when are all those babies due grandpa!” “I was only going to teach you a lesson, but this is what you deserve OLD MAN!” “You’re the fat man now, you’re the grandpa with this huge fat belly, and I’m the one making fun of my grandpa.” “This is YOURS now!” he said while rubbing his hands all over my immensely large belly. It was a completely new and strange feeling. I was shocked and scared. He then said, “Now take us home grandpa.” I was the fat grandpa now, there was nothing I could do. So I took us home. And lived out the last few years of my life as a hugely belled, fat, old man grandpa.

wesleybracken:

“Sit down—it looks like you could use a bite to eat,” the man next to you says as you pass by on the way to the table where your friends are already sitting.

“Excuse me?” you ask, looking over at the portly gentleman in the chair at the restaurant, “Uh, but I came with friends.”

“No you didn’t—you came in alone. Now sit down and eat, I ordered too much,” he said, and added after a short pause, “On accident.”

You open your mouth to refuse, but after what feels like a blink, you’re suddenly in the chair across from him, and helping yourself to the piles of food on the table. He eats as well, and doesn’t talk to you much at all, only encouraging you to take more, and occasionally calling for the waitresses to bring the two of you, or rather just you, more food—and you eat it—all of it. And by the time you’re done, or rather, when the restaurant stops bringing you food, you are stuffed way past anything you could have ever imagined, and you sit there, groaning for a few minutes. When you do sit up and look, you see the check is paid, and the man is gone, leaving you to heft yourself up and head home, exhausted, where you fall asleep.

Things don’t feel much better when you wake up. Your gut still feels packed solid, and for some reason you just ache all over. You managed to fall asleep in your clothes, and you peel them off—they seem so much tighter than usual—and head for the bathroom, but not before you catch sight of yourself in the mirror…

No—No, that can’t be you, can it? That disgustingly fat, old…sexy, bearded man, fuck, you look so damn…hot.

“Breakfast is ready!” You hear a familiar voice call out, “Come and get it, big boy!” You don’t know what’s going on, but it looks like that wasn’t the only big meal the man from the restaurant would be shoving down your throat.

wesleybracken:

I suppose I should feel sorry for him, he is my son after all, but he’s the one who couldn’t bother to be an honest man when he grew up—no, he went the way of all those thugs at his school, dropping out, smoking cigars, getting tattoos, theft, drugs—such a disappointment. But I gave him a chance—I let him stay the night, but was sure to point out the new gold statue I’d picked up on my last business trip to China.

Sure enough, the next morning, he was gone, and so was the statue. Of course, the statue wasn’t just any statue—I’d saved a wealthy client of mine from a business scam, and as thanks, he’d given me one of his family’s treasures—a way to swap ages with someone. I mean, my Chinese is a bit poor, I’ll admit, and I had him repeat it several times to make sure, but that’s what he said. Well, I’m getting on in years, and I can make better use of his years than he will.

***

Fuck—what the fuck happened? I was this fuckin’ rich ass businessman and now I’m some fat fucking truck driver? That’s not the way that fucking statue was supposed to work! It was supposed to switch our ages, not our fucking lives. Fuck, I need a cigar—oh fuck, that’s better, mellowin’ me out. I gotta find my son, I gotta set this right. I’m gonna get that fucking statue back if I have to steal it myself.

Bearpipe’s Pages: Grandpa’s pipe (written for Dr Pepperdragon)

bearpipe:

Grandpa’s Pipe by Rik

Geoff at 24 years of age still lived with his parents. Each of his friends had moved from the area, able to leave the family home and set up on their own account. Geoff did not have the get up and go to get himself settled in a job and earn some money like the rest….

Bearpipe’s Pages: Grandpa’s pipe (written for Dr Pepperdragon)

There’s no way this is happening. I’ve been using this bodyswapping tech app on my phone for months, and I just dropped my phone in the toilet and it went off in the water! It switched me with the closest person around and that was my grandpa in the next room! It seems my grandpa is still asleep in my body, so that’s a dodged bullet, but now the phone is glitching out every time I use the body swap app. Instead of it swapping us back, it just keeps taking pictures from the phone. I keep expecting for it to switch us back, but instead I keep getting a picture of my fat grandpa looking at the phone expectantly. GAH! This better start working soon or I’ll have a whole lot of explaining to do to grandpa once he wakes up. People are known to freak out when they find themselves in a body they’re not used to. I’m growing rather impatient when I hear a soft tap on the door. Then I heard, “Grandpa, are you done yet, I really need to use the bathroom.” But it was MY voice on the other end. Wait…does he actually believe he’s me? I hope not, because that would mean the permanent button got pre…..wait…oh no….No…..NOOOOO!!!

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