Mike spent 45 minutes in the bathroom, and although he managed to get off 3 separate times, he didn't feel satisfied. In fact he felt raw and on edge more than his need for sex had ever been. He needed to swap traits so bad!
He washed off his face and thought about what he could and couldn't swap with his son. Age would probably be bad, sex or work history would make things really weird, and reality would have a hard time with that... Mike had already brought himself to Jeff's open door, he looked in at Jeff who was staring blankly at the wall but was listening closely to the announcers.
Mike came in and set his hand on his sons shoulder, making sure to make contact with his neck, opening the passageway for his new innate ability. "Enjoying the game?" Mike asked while pretending to get distracted by the TV.
Jeff started to respond but by then Mike had already tuned the world out.
Mike was frantically considering his sports related traits he could swap, each trait being swapped with emptiness meaning he is causing maximum chaos possible, a euphoric bliss.
Sports knowledge, team knowledge, and preferences! The information slid out of Mike and into Jeff so easily. Having not had any preferences to begin with Mike didn't have to take back any knowledge. Sports jokes, insults and comebacks, were the next to be transferred. Jeff was so easy to swap with and it felt so good!
Jeff now fully a sports fan, turned his head to the TV and was fully engrossed. He didn't notice any differences in himself nor did he even notice the presence of his father.
Mike next transferred his memories of games watched and played, childhood games, playing sports in middle school. This was much more challenging for Mike, people only have so much time in a day and inadvertently received memories of playing with Travis after school and summer camp. Mike thankfully withheld the history of playing sports throughout high-school and into college as Jeff was only 16 and giving him memories of being a college kid wouldn't make sense to him, but giving him enough would make him fit the part... Mike's penis twinged with the thought. "NO!" Mike yelled at himself (mentally, not verbally).
Sports habits, what more can I swap him? Superstitions, workout knowledge, game food preferences... Mike felt it slip out of him. It was more difficult than he expected, apparently Jeff knew a fair bit about workouts as a flood of health class knowledge flew into him. Mike was feeling desperate, he knew he would need to stop in a few seconds but didn't want to, he wanted to go farther!
Sports! What else?! "Ill trade my physique and build!" Mike screamed mentally. Mike suddenly felt cold as reality was beginning to retaliate against his works. Urgently Mike pushed with all his mental fortitude until he felt the energy slide out of him and a different energy slid into him. Mike withdrew his hand and walked out of the room. Jeff only grunted weakly when his view of the TV was blocked.
Mike got to the stairs before he was stabbed by intense throbbing pain at the base of his skull. Vertigo assailed him and a faint cry escaped him as his formerly rugged and well kept physique deteriorated to average. Through the pain he smiled, though the side effects were going to last hours if not days, he made chaos.
"Hey dad?" Jeff called from the other room. "Yeah Son?" Mike replied trying to sound as if his world wasn't reeling. "You mind grabbing me a beer? The games on."
Mike's elation surged, Mike's game day habits are now Jeff's and this is normal behavior in this household. "Sure thing."