not until they’re at the store

Jeremy and Pete came waltzing into the Big and Talls, Jeremy on two legs and Pete on four. To say that they were turning heads would be the understatement of the year. Immediately a manager started walking quickly over to the them, presumably to tell them to leave. In anticipation, Jeremy whipped the chronivac out of his pocket and began programming a solution.

“I’m terribly sorry, we require full attire from our shoppers. And I’m afraid leashes are a no-go as well. I’m sure you understand,” said the handsome thin manager in his forties, a bit smugly.

“Oh, I don’t understand,” said Jeremy with his father’s gruff voice, “but you’ll be more understanding in about thirty seconds.”

The manager was confused by this interaction and was about to give his sales associate the signal to hit the panic button, when all of the sudden he was seeing the room from another perspective. Jeremy had swapped bodies with the somewhat uptight manager.

The manager dropped the leash he was holding and stared at his new beefy arms and hands in disbelief. Jeremy used the opportunity to snag the chronivac back from the man and put it in his new pocket.

“What do you think, boy?” Jeremy asked Pete, picking up the leash. “Do you like my new body?”

Pete excitedly sniffed Jeremy’s new crotch. Jeremy grabbed the back of his head and **** Pete’s face even further into his new crotch.

“Ah good boy,” said Jeremy, “even willing to service a weak little bitch body like this.”

A father and his teenage son were watching this scene play out, although neither of them had pieced together that a body swap had occurred. The father was looking on in disgust while the son looked more curious/turned on. Jeremy used the chronivac again, this time to switch the father and son’s heads and to lower the amount that the only other sales associate in the store cared about the goings on.

The associate walked out of the store, abandoning her shift without clocking out and not the slightest bit concerned about the muscular and almost naked man on all fours or the fact that her manager was feeling himself up as if he’d never felt his body before.

The manager, in Jeremy’s dad-cloned body, had taken off for the restroom. As much as he wanted to know how these men did this to him, he was a gay man first and foremost, and wanted to see what his new body had to offer.

The reaction of the father and son was priceless. The boy’s teenage head on his dad’s big muscular body made it look like he must’ve done strength training every day of his life. He thirstily grabbed his new pecs and tweaked his nipples, much to his father’s dismay.

His dad kept trying to swat away the son’s hands from his old body, but the son was far too strong for that now. The son sat in one of the store’s waiting chairs at the dressing room and pulled down his father over his lap. At first he spanked him through the jeans that his dad’s mostly teenage body was wearing, saying, “I’m the dad now. You don’t tell me how or when I should touch my body!”

The dad moaned in defeat. His 36 year old face was bright red in embarrassment. To make matters worse for him, his teenage cock actually started to react to his son spanking him. He was getting hard! The only saving grace for him was that his jeans hid that fact.

“Nice technique,” said Jeremy, approaching the young man who was spanking his own father. “But in my experience, they only learn if they can really feel it. You’ll have to pull his jeans down a bit.”

Jeremy reached down and pulled the man-boy’s jeans down, revealing a tight little bubble butt in calvin klein tighty whities. “Damn. Nice ass,” he said sort of to both of them.

Before their neck-down body swap, the dad had been wearing basketball shorts. Now, all that separated the father and son’s junk were a few measly layers of fabric.

“Dad, did I make you hard?!” The son asked, bemused. He could feel his dad’s raging teenage boner against his lap and it was making his new daddy-cock hard. His dad covered his face in shame.

Pete was tired of not being in on the action. He stuck his face close to the dad’s new teenage ass and sniffed as good puppies do. He smelled the nice clean soapy scent mixed with a hint of sweat. He buried his face towards the man’s hole and sniffed even deeper. What a beautifully kept ass, he thought.

The boy’s dad gasped and moaned a bit involuntarily at the large man’s face being buried into his new boy pussy through the cotton fabric of his tighty whities. The boy thanked Pete for making his dad moan by rubbing Pete’s head with a meaty hand. Now Pete was the one moaning.