The day after he smoked his first cigar, Mark received a ton of clothing from Ted. He now had more than enough clothes for school. He chose a polo shirt, which hugged his now bulbous stomach. He looked at himself in the mirror. Mark's face was cherubic but his body was anything but. Large, bulbous man tits hung at either side and a flab of fat hovered over his genitals. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he thought. There were plenty of fat people in the world. He was just fat so suddenly that the shock of it hadn't quite had time to settle in yet. He needed to get used to it, and with his dad's help he could probably get rid of it real quick. It was a bit depressing to him that his pants were so large, that his waist was almost 46 inches. His old body was 28 inches! He waddled around his house, getting used to his new girth. Ted didn't have many jeans, but they were comfortable. Mark was now about as fat as the bus driver who used to drive him to school - the one he had made fun of for being so fat. He now felt guilty about that.
At school, he approached a few girls just to talk and they quickly shied away or fled outright. No one wanted to talk to him. One girl, Darla, told him flat out: "Oh god, take your gross old man body away from me. You're going to look like you could be my dad in a few months. Ew."
Although comments like this had stung, and he very much felt like a pariah, after just a week Mark knew that his recent foray into homosexual sex could be his saving grace. Gay guys did it with fat dudes. They accepted bears a lot of the time. He had gotten a profile on Grindr and Scruff and while his Tinder and OkCupid profiles had remained untouched, his gay profiles were getting dozens of men interested in his head swap experience! Many of them found it exciting he was going to age and he could barely keep up with all the men that wanted to plow his virgin ass!
After one week, he started to see some lines in his face that hadn't been there before. He examined them in the mirror. Tiny laugh lines around his cheeks. He liked them. It gave his face a little more character. By week two, he was waking up one Saturday morning and pounding down the stairs only to have his father tell him in a surprised tone that he needed a shave.
"A shave?" Mark replied with some mild surprise. He went into the bathroom to see for himself. Over the last few days he had noticed a bit of peach fuzz but now...now he had some genuine stubble coming in! Well, better late than never! he thought. He was 17 and had never needed to shave before. The stubble was only faintly noticeable but it was present. His father showed him quickly how to do it. Mark had seen his dad shave enough times but his Dad was patient and walked him through the process.
That day at the gym, Mark, who often wore shirt that covered his torso entirely, found himself weighing in at 264. He had lost six pounds in two weeks. His father encouraged him. It was a good start! Mark wished it was so much more. The cardio and weightlifting he used to love were now torture. He couldn't look forward to them at all. It made him feel less of a man to be there, watching his strong, lithe, handsome father working out in front of him didn't exactly inspire him. It made him horny and humiliated at the same time! His father was now much more of a man than his son. Strong and masculine. Mark desperately started to crave the attention of men that would make him feel accepted. Like he could be a masculine man some day.
The one thing he really did enjoy was watching his stubble get coarser over the course of the third week. It was growing in very thick now. As was his face. His face had started to fill out. His cheeks had grown larger. It was so incremental that he didn't notice it at first but by week 3 he could tell that his head was bigger, and he had grown a bit of a second chin.
At school, his counselor Miss Faltino called him in one day. Mark sat down in the office a little bit afraid of talking. He was ashamed of what he had done and he felt like Ted had taken him for less money than he should have taken. But he was impetuous and all he could think was that he was going to get rich. But the 30K he had received had to go for school, and hopefully he would save up enough money at his new job that would really help him start his educational career.
"You know, most kids in your shape would never go through with a head swap. I mean, you were on the swim team. Your coach took you off with a medical excuse but you still need to do something to make up for the PE class credit. So, I was thinking for the last few months you could help Coach Rick out for the football team during fifth period. You know, get equipment ready for the other boys, help them get everything put away. Just for a few months. You did put off that credit until last minute and you need it. How does that sound?"
Mark nodded his head in assent. He was too shy to say anything.
"You know you can talk to me, Mark," she said. Deborah was a kind woman, very motherly and direct. She was from New Jersey and had a very guido mom look to her, separating her from a lot of the typical midwest soccer moms that lived around his small town.
"I just...I'm starting to feel a little lonely. I made friends with a few of the other head swap guys but...I haven't been hanging out much with anyone. Just...getting used to things."
"I heard you got a new job."
"Yeah, at the factory. Ted, the guy who paid me to swap with him, gave me the job. It's cool. I get to wear a yellow vest and I'm learning how to drive a forklift. I get my license when I pass my test next month. I hope."
"Cool. So my concern is that you are working with the guy who now has your body. How are you doing with that?"
"Um. It's a little weird. He's really happy. He walks around totally enjoying himself. All the guys at work are really cool, though. They treat me like one of them. It's actually better there than here."
"Yeah, so...has anyone been bullying you? Since you got your new body?"
"People have just been...treating me like shit. Girls that i thought liked me have called me ugly and fat and a loser. And gross and disgusting, calling me old man and stuff. It hurts. I can't wait to graduate and leave."
"Yeah, well. You know, there are support groups for people that have swapped bodies on a permanent to semi permanent basis. You should go sometime. I have a pamphlet for you." She handed it to him. "And if you ever feel depressed, just know you're not alone. A lot of kids feel this way after they take money to swap. I know you're going to get through this, okay? Just try and think of the bright side. You got a five o'clock shadow now and you're starting to look a little more mature. Just try to enjoy the ride. Maybe you'll like it. You're going to get your body back next year so, try and think of the positives. Introduce yourself to older people. Try and make friends who are older. You might find it rewarding."
"Thanks, Miss Faltino."
Mark continued to age. By a month in, he had lines coming in around his forehead that he hadn't had before. And his hair had begun to recede. One minute he had a full head of hair, and the next it was falling out in clumps in the shower. He had to scoop it all up. He felt like crying. He sniffed. By week 5, he had a big shiny two whole inches that had been taken off his head, and his hair had begun to darken to black from its regular curly brown. Instead of curls, it began to straighten.
Ted, on the other end of things, was starting to look great. He had a thin, tall and muscular body and was keeping up in the gym with it, or so he said. His face had started to soften up a bit and lose its fat. He looked skinnier in his face. His hair had started to grow back bit by bit. The man had been a balding bear with only a little bit of hair on his sides and Mark had watched it grow back a little more each week and take on a curl of its own. Soon it was turning brown and filling in where there had been no hair before. Ted now looked like he had replaced his hair entirely with Mark. Ted was constantly filled with a new energy, a spring to his step, and everyone in the factory was glad to see it. He was quicker to laugh, and loved joking around more. His mood had really improved company morale for all of the workers under him.
Mark had become so busy most of the time. He had homework and a new job learning warehouse work on the weekend. The guys at work were really cheering him on as he began to lose his hair. They gave him shit for it in a "you're one of us, not like our kids" sort of way.
By week 6, he looked like a cross between himself and Ted. He still had his facial features, but with Ted's hairline and his stubble was a thick shadow that never went away entirely. Several inches had extended back on his head and his hair turned fully black. He looked like a man in his mid 20s now that had lost his hair early. Almost comically so. His face was still smooth and good looking, just a little paunchy. He had gym with his father right after school each day, every day. His only solace was sitting on his park bench in the evening as he aged week after week smoking a big cigar. It was now his favorite thing to do. He would often go on Grindr and Scruff to see if any men wanted to be sucked off. He found that there were many guys that loved a young kid who was rapidly aging and a lot of them got power trips over it. A lot of men felt more masculine in his presence now. He had been learning what men who were alphas really liked. They liked to be sucked off better than their girlfriends or boyfriends could. They wanted a cocksucker that could suppress his gag reflex and take it all, and as often as he could Mark deep throated stranger after stranger, dick after dick in the bathroom stalls in the park. He would smoke his cigar in satisfaction savoring the taste of cum that would inevitably fill his mouth in a sheer moment of brief bliss.
He hoped his father wouldn't ask or ever find out about his activities.
The hell that was the gym had become slightly easier. Working out on the treadmill, the ski machine, or the exercise bike machine had melted some pounds off. He was eating right under threat by his mother. He was being good at school and avoiding soft drinks and all sweets. He watched with horror and jealousy that most of his younger counterparts could enjoy snacks, fried foods, sugary treats, chips and the like while he was stuck with a healthy diet that he had to adhere to. Welcome to adulthood, he thought bitterly. It sucks!
By the second month, his face had started to change. He looked more like Ted every day. The skin of his face started to sag around the eyes and mouth, and his nose grew slightly bigger. He was even getting hair in his nose like crazy! It was so gross. But at least he had lost more weight! He had been consistently dieting and he had brought his weight down to 255. He had lost 15 pounds in two months! It had been exhausting and he was disappointed it wasn't more. But he had agreed to this. Part of him wanted to give up but he knew his dad would never allow him to.
Another delightful surprise was his voice dropped very suddenly over the course of the sixth week to resemble Ted's voice. He was now speaking in Ted's much deeper, older sounding adult voice rather than the shy, timid barely sounding like a boy voice he'd had before. And that excited him. No one would ever mistake him for a girl over the phone again!
One day at the park, Mark was smoking a cigar when he got a text. It was from a guy who said he couldn't reveal his photo because he was married and lived nearby. He was in really good shape. Would Mark like to suck his dick? Mark quickly agreed. As he happily smoked his cigar, he watched the streetlights come on. The kids had gone home and there was a warm breeze in the air. Mark fidgeted. He had a weird feeling when there was a man standing in front of him just at the other end of the park. It looked like him but it couldn't be him. Oh crap, it was! His father was here!
Mark's Dad, whose name was Henry, laughed as he asked Mark if he was enjoying that stogie of his. Mark smiled.
"Honestly, I love smokin' em now, Dad. Sorry."
"So. I heard a certain someone likes to suck cock," his father said, folding his arms. "is that true, old man? I can't really call you young man anymore. You look like you're almost my age!"
Mark gulped. "I...I don't know what.. I...oh shit. Oh my god. How did you know oh my god was that you oh my god Dad you don't understand!" The rush of words. The panic and feelings of guilt and shame poured out of him. His father stopped him.
"Give me your cigar, Mark." Mark did so immediately. His father cradled the stogie and then put it in his own mouth and took a long draw. Mark watched incredulously as his father exhaled in an appreciative glance. His father contemplated things as he smoked. His father suddenly looked powerful and bigger than life. Of course, Mark was a lot shorter than his dad now! Mark had been 6'2" and Ted had told him he was a full inch taller now after just two months! His old body was young and vital and a height of 6'3", which was the same height as his father. His father had thick, curly brown hair cut short and now that Mark could look UP at his father from his vantage of 5'8" he felt for the first time in a long time an awareness that his father was the alpha male between the two of them.
"So. You like to suck cock. You like being gay? You like taking on Ted's desire to suck off every guy he can? Hmm? Because he told me what he likes when you guys first swapped. He wanted to give me a heads up. I said I was fine with it. I started off gay before I met your mother."
"Wait...what??"
"Son, there's something I need to tell you. I swapped bodies entirely when I was in college. You see, I wasn't always tall. I was actually quite short. I was in reality a very small size. 5'4" and I hated it. I was a delicate Latino boy. I know, it's shocking. Anyway. This guy and me swapped while we were working at a summer camp together. I was doing construction, working on building new cabins, and he was one of the camp counselors. Only he wanted to be a small dude. He was gay and he wanted to be straight enough so that he could conceivably have a family one day, only that didn't happen. Once he became me he became a lot more submissive." Henry smoked his cigar more and put a masculine hand on his son's shoulder. "Anyway, I turned into him and we didn't tell anyone about it. He and I pretended to be each other. We had a few witnesses that had seen us transform but we swore them to secrecy. We would take over each other's lives. Only his plans didn't work out. He couldn't attract women with a body that small. And even though he worked out, he was only about as big as a freshman in high school. I mean, that's just kind of sad, right? He wound up being with much larger gay men that he gravitated towards. He'll jerk off to girls but they never want to have sex with him. Sound familiar?"
"So...what you're saying is...you were gay and after you became...Henry...you were attracted to girls like Mom?"
"I also became much more sexually...aggressive if you get what I mean. I still enjoy sex with guys but I enjoy getting blown. I'll be blunt. I think Ted is a sexy bear and the fact that you're turning into him is hot. HOT. But let's be honest, you've been checking me out for weeks now, just telling me what you wanted pretty much every time I am lifting weights," his dad said seductively and blew smoke in his son's face. "So how about you and me go into that bathroom and you suck the dick that made you? Would you like that? Huh?" Henry grabbed his son's head with a forceful hand and brought their lips together. Mark felt his father's tongue enter his mouth and was shocked by how good it felt! "Come on. Let's go," his father said with aggressive alpha certainty. It was much more of an order than an idea.
Henry finished the stub of his cigar as he stood in front of the restroom entrance. There was something a million times more sexy about his father now. Mark had never really looked at his father as a sexually active adult man, but now it's all he could think about. Appreciating his father's masculine presence. His father led the way and ushered his son into the stall, dropped his trousers and told his son "Show me what you've got, man."
Mark saw the dick that made him and it hung there, impressive and thick, veins running over its length like double helixes of lust. He smelled his father's alpha musk.
"I don't got all day, get your mouth on it." His father urged him. Mark dove in. He wanted his father to get the blowjob of a lifetime! He gagged and gagged on his father's dick and after ten long, agonizing, life changing minutes his father came buckets right down his son's throat, jizzing like a fucking fountain! Henry breathed a sigh of relief and brought his dick out to rest in his son's mouth where jizzed a few more times quickly and Mark sucked up the beautiful cum that had made him. It tasted sweet and syrupy and he was in love with the taste of his father's cum. He loved the taste of cum in general but now it was overpowering. Nothing he had experienced sexually had ever given him this much joy.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome. Now get up. We're going home. Your mother made lasagna. And she doesn't get to know any of this. This is our little secret, buddy." Mark followed his father outside and his father continued, "I'm gonna help you lose weight, you'll live in my house rent free and in exchange, you eat my dick whenever I tell you to."
"Okay."
His father laughed. "Man, you really hit the jackpot, didn't you?"
"So now that I'm almost your age, can I call you Henry when we're in public. I mean, people will know I swapped if I call you Dad."
"You don't want them to know. It's a town of 10,000 people."
"Yeah well, it would help me out if not everyone knew automatically."
"Yeah, you can call me Henry. But," his father said, leaning in to whisper in his son's ear. "I get to call you my whore when we're alone. That's what you are now, right son?"
"Yes, Sir. Oh my god. This is like, so totally mind blowing! It's so hot! But...oh man."
"You'll get used to it," his father said assuringly. "I know what I like and what I am. A lot of people would think this is wrong so we won't tell them. Just our secret, you and me."
"Thanks, Henry."
"You're welcome, Mark. I guess I could tell people you're my pal."
"Yeah. That would work. I mean, you are pretty much my best friend."
"Best friend with benefits," his father answered with a laugh.
Mark couldn't believe his luck. His sexy father had been a fully gay Hispanic boy once upon a time and now he was a tall, good looking white jock dad! And he had passed those genes onto his son, only for Mark to squander them and throw them away. But now he could make up for it by being the best cocksucker in the world for his father.
"So am I better than Mom."
"I ain't telling you that, you little fuck."
Mark smiled and tried to keep up with his father as they walked home. It still winded him and his father smiled a bit as he sped up, showing off how much more powerful his body was now than his son's...