"Hey, twirp, Things are sure different from down there, aren't they?" taunted John as he shoved Matt in the shoulder. Luckily, they were on the outskirts of a field and not within the line of vision of anyone nearby. It was just the two of them.
"Yeah, oh hell yeah..." continued John. "I'm your new friend, and do you know why?"
Matt shook his head disbelievingly.
"Cause you're my new bitch! Say it!" He awaited patiently. "Say it, or I'll kick you in the balls!"
"I..I'm your bitch! But...how...how...how could all this be happening? I'm you and you're me!"
"Well aren't you the observant little fuck?" John said, rubbing his new goatee. He was basically your tall, buffed out, newly acquired sportshirt decked Jock now. If hair could kill, his would be murder, with it's slicked down no-nonsense look. His chin was also different. It felt harder, manlier.
"I want twenty pushups from you, Matt. Now. Right here or now. And if you can't do them, you'll have to suck my cock. Now do it!" John said, shoving his hand in Matt's face just enough for effect. Matt, in his new frame, tried doing so but felt himself so weak and horribly scrawny. He felt so puny, and little.
"Ha HA! Look at you! You can't even do em' can you?"
"Yes I can! Yes I CAN!" Matt screamed.
"Come here, come here, little man," said John coming closer and placing his hand over Matt's ass. "Come here. I just wanna give you a little present." He leaned forward and forced a kiss on Matt, and Matt furiously started squirming. John felt a flush of power and desire and forced Matt onto the ground.
"Oh god, you look so good. Come here. You know you want it...."
Matt stopped struggling. He smelled John's sweaty frame over him. John took off his shirt and his pectorals towered over Matt. He felt hypnotized by them. He couldn't look away.
"Yeah, I *know* you want this! I know you want my delicious bod'. So say it!"