Several minutes had gone by, and José was still looking at himself in the mirror. Only, it wasn’t exactly himself that he was looking at…
About three months ago, José made the decision to change his life. He’d been working as a janitor at the same convince store for over fifteen years. He’d been pushed around by boss after boss, some half his age. He was overweight, spoke in broken English, and was deep in the closet. It was time for a change.
But change was hard, especially when you’re a Mexican immigrant earning minimum wage. The closest change José had made was a gym membership, but he almost never went. He simply didn’t have time, between all his shifts.
One day, while cleaning one of the bathrooms, José found a small black book left inside the cabinet under the sink. Inside were pages full of different “changes.” Some pages read “change in hair color” others, “change in gender.” Under each header was a list of words. An incantation, if you will.
José took the book home with him, and that night, he decided to test one of them out. “Change in muscle growth,” the top of the page read, and after José recited the words on the page back to himself, he felt his body bubble with muscle.
He fell back in his chair, his body changing shape underneath his janitor clothes. He pulled them off, just in time to see much of his fat recede back into his body, only to be replaced with thick muscle. By the time José had finished changing, he looked like he had been going to the gym for months.
But it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough that José had a body he could be proud of. He needed a life that he could be proud of. And that next day at the store, he found the perfect one:
“Excuse me,” the man said to him, “do you speak English?”
He was tall, broad and muscular. Not thick like José, but toned, and defined. Blonde hair fell from the back of his head and peppered his face. Though José didn’t know his name, he was sure he’d seen him on TV at one point or another.
He shook his head. “Un poco,” he said. The man waved him off, instead going up to talk to the cashier. Once he had purchased what he needed and left, José snuck up to the register. It was easy to find his name. That was all he needed.
The very last page of the book was titled “change in life.” José wasn’t sure what that meant specifically, but it sounded exactly like what he needed. The problem was that the spell involved saying someone else’s name—someone else’s life—but until that day, José hadn’t found a life he really wanted. But when he saw that man, with his perfect hair and perfect body and perfect career, he knew he couldn’t do much better.
So that night, José recited the words off of the page. When it came time to insert the name, he read off of the receipt from the store: “Matt Barr.”
And then everything went black.
This feels amazing, José thought as he ran his hands through his beard, over his face, and down the rest of his body. He’d only gotten a glimpse of Matt’s life in the several hours he had inhabited his body: the gorgeous house, the gorgeous car. His phone was blowing up with calls from people he assumed were agents, but he texted them all back saying that he was sick. He needed some time to acclimate to his new life.
His new life. The thought made him excited. He felt a tingling sensation down beneath his waist, and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not the anyone else was home, but he wanted to make sure he was alone before unsheathing is powerfully large American cock.
“Holy shit!” he said in his new voice. He brought a hand down to stroke the head. His sex drive was off the charts. The amount of ass this guy gets is probably insane!
And that’s when the thought hit him: what happened to the actual Matt? Was he still in there, inside his body, waiting to get out? Or did HE have a new body? Did he have…
DING DONG.
Oh no. José felt his stomach lurch. The realization dawned on him slowly, and before he had time to process it, he heard the sound of a key in the front door.
José rushed downstairs. He didn’t even think to put his underwear back on. He turned the corner and froze. He was facing another reflection now: his old one.
Only José knew it wasn’t a reflection. His actual body—his original body—was standing in the large foyer with an angry look on its face.
“Bet you didn’t know about the key under the mat,” the old José said in a thick Mexican accent, “although, why would you? This isn’t your place after all, isn’t it… Matt?”
It was him. It was Matt, in José’s old body, staring down at him with beating eyes. José hadn’t realized how tall he was until that moment, or how small Matt’s body was.
“I… I…”
“Can’t speak English very well, can you?” The real Matt was advancing on José, forcing him back up the stairs towards the bedroom. “Turns out you can swap our bodies, but you can’t swap our minds.” José stumbled back, finding himself on the bed with the large Mexican man looming over him like a cloud.
“Well,” Matt said, “since I can’t change us back right now, I figured I might have some fun with this body. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to fuck myself.” He pulled down his pants and unveiled his dick. José had always thought his own dick was small, but seeing it now, erect as an arrow and heavy with cum, it felt massive.
At that moment, he remembered something he was told when he was younger, a phrase he didn’t quite understand until then:
You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone.
Only the correct version was: You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s being shoved down your throat.
It wasn’t long before José was going to town on the fat, leaking dick. He tasted himself, all while Matt, leaned over and felt up his own body. The experience was shockingly intimate for both men, but nothing compared to what would happen next…
“Turn around,” Matt demanded. José obeyed, shoving his perky, TV star ass up in the air for Matt to bend down and eat. The feeling of his own, thick beard shoved in-between his cheeks sent José into a frenzy, and he had to resist the urge to cum as Matt opened up his pink hole.
“Fuck, my ass tastes so good,” Matt said. He got up and spat on his cock. “You ready, for this thick dick boy?”
“Yes papi,” José moaned. And with that, the fucking commenced.
Matt took his old body to town, plowing it deep and hard until José was crying out words in Spanish that he did not know. As for José, he was on a whole different planet. He might not have enjoyed living in his body, but he sure loved how it felt fucking his ass, or holding him tight as he shuttered with raw pleasure.
“I’m cumming!” Matt warned before firing his hot cum into José’s—or Matt’s—ass. He wasn’t far behind, with sheets of spunk shooting out of his white dick and onto his furry blonde chest.
The two collapsed onto each other. Though they didn’t say anything over their heavy pants and groans, they both knew: they weren’t going back to their old bodies any time soon.
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