Striding across the grass towards Zach and Lucy – now in Greg’s manly body – was Rhys, Zach’s room mate. Dan didn’t know him at all, but had admired him from afar. He was much taller than Zach and the new-look Lucy – 6 foot 3 – with copper hair and velvet smooth pale skin. Though hidden by his polo shirt and chino shorts, Rhys was every bit as athletic as Zach, with gym-toned muscles that sat well on his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted frame.
“Heh, lovebirds! Get a room will you!” Rhys called as he approached. Zach and Lucy broke apart, looking a little red faced. Dan smirked as he watched Lucy try to cover up the tent in the front of her shorts.
Dan thought Rhys would be the ideal solution to help him get and stay close to his targets. He also thought Rhys presented the perfect opportunity to experiment with a few transformations of his own.
A few thoughts later, and Dan was standing next to Zach and Lucy, looking down at the pair from a much greater height than he was used to. He was now in Rhys’s tall, athletic body and, from the continuing friendly conversation, he was now Zach’s room mate. Looking over at the bench, he could see Rhys in his old body looking confused before getting up and heading back towards the university campus – presumably for a lecture.
“If you’re not doing anything, do you want to join us?” Zach asked, shuffling over to make room on the towels.
This was exactly what Dan wanted but first he wanted to explore his new body.
“Sure,” Dan said. “But I need to freshen up – let me find a toilet and I will bring back some drinks or ice cream.”
Waving at his new roomie, Dan headed towards the small café in the centre of the park to make use of the facilities. The disabled toilet cubicle was free, so he headed in there, keen for a little privacy and for the chance to use the floor-length mirror.
He locked the door behind him and studied his new body in the glass, touching his face to feel the smoothness of the skin, to familiarise himself with the contours of his jaw and cheekbones. Stepping back, he turned his attention to his torso, admiring the way he filled the polo shirt, the way he could make out the shape of his chest and perky nipples under the fabric. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up, so he could see the washboard abs for himself. He caressed the silky skin of his stomach, slid his hand up to tweak the small pink nipples. He noted the small ginger treasure trail leading from his navel, inviting him to dive into his shorts.
Dan unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the fly of his shorts and pulled his underpants down, and gasped with disappointment. Rhys, the previous owner of his body, might have been tall, he might have been broad and muscular, but he was sorely lacking below the belt. It was below average – already at half-mast due to Dan’s attraction to his new body, it was no more than four inches fully erect and proportionate in girth, with so-so balls beneath – but on someone as tall as Rhys, it looked very small. It was smaller even than the junk Dan had given up. No wonder Rhys always seemed to fade into the background whenever Dan spotted him out and about on campus. The number of women he had probably let down…
Still, there was no need to be too disappointed. Dan had the power to switch things up any time he wanted. Playing with a new dick – especially with one formerly owned by a straight dude – no matter how small was too good an opportunity to miss. He tugged on it until it was fully erect, enjoying the surprising sensitivity – even the lightest touch filled him with waves of pleasure, he had to pull on his old one pretty hard to bring it to full mast.
Dan smirked at the sight of this pathetic cocklet being completely enclosed and hidden in the palm of Rhys’s – now his – big, rough sportsman’s hands. He was used to his own average cock poking out from his old small hands. He switched to holding his shaft between finger and thumb, savouring the feel of their callouses on his smooth, delicate dick, and began to tug, admiring his reflection in the mirror, enjoying watching Rhys’s face contort with ecstasy – ecstasy he was responsible for.
The sensations were incredible and it wasn’t long before he felt he was going to blow. He headed over to the toilet just in time for his orgasm – unused to handling such a small piece, it slipped out of his hand mid-ejaculation and sprayed come all over the toilet seat. Breathless with the exertion, Dan was pleasantly surprised by the intensity and the load – clearly a small dick didn’t necessarily mean less fun.
Once he had caught his breath again, Dan cleaned up, then headed back out to get the ice creams he’d promised Zach and Lucy. He’d already decided on what fun he wanted to get up to next.