Almost everyone in the world knows of Forever Star Talent Agency for they employ not only the most famous artists, but they create movies and TV series that everyone loves. Every aspiring talent wishes to become a part of Star Talent's roster of artists. Not only will their artists earn fame, power, and money - they are also assured of getting a constant supply of replacement bodies. Actors whose hunk bodies are their primary assets are assured that they receive a replacement body in case their current body gains a pound of fat. Of course, more famous actors receive more priority than D-listers. One example is Dean Cantor, who is widely known for starring in the romantic comedy movie "Golden Shower". He is known for changing his body at least once a year - often for the reason that his current husk is turning fat. Despite his peak physique appearance, Dean rarely exercises or undergoes a diet. Because why would you? You're going to change your body in a few months anyway.
And that is the Forever Star Talent Agency. Testament to their name, you will be a star forever as long as the fires of your fame do not die out. Because if it did, the agency will throw you out like the common rubbish in the street.
Come, Asher Redfield, one of the most famous artists that have spawned from the agency since its conception. Some say that he was here even before the technology for swapping bodies was the norm. He's one of the OG artists and that would make him at least 40 years old. Despite his age, he's not known for appearing in adult roles. He is a child artist you see. Since swapping bodies is possible, child artists who are actual children are erased from the industry. Children are unreliable actors. They cannot work for long hours and they are gone most of the week since they go to school. They are also paid more than the usual fee of B-List actors since agencies are burdened with paying for the child's more expensive insurance. The cost-effective solution for this is to place adult minds in the bodies of children where they are not subjected to child labor laws. Although, during the first couple of years when the technology for swapping bodies swept over the world, Star Talent Agency placed the minds of aging child stars in the body of younger children to renew their weakening fame due to age. And Asher Redfield is one of these kinds of people. Of all his OG child star colleagues, he is the only one left in the industry. And the talent agency is giving no signs of letting him go.
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"And cut!" Director Matthews screamed with her aging feminine voice. "Nice work as always, Mr. Redfield."
"Thank you, Mr. Matthews. I'd love to work with you again in the future," Asher said with his signature wink and smile. But behind that smile hides an opposite intent. It grinds his gears whenever he is forced to work with new directors on the field. The shoot he did had him wear a tight orange speedo while squirting an obnoxiously large water gun for next year's summer months. It's the fucking middle of winter and he's shivering from the lack of thick clothes. And besides, the commercial won't even pass beyond the marketing department. His poses and lack of clothing are highly sexualized, which is the reason why Asher is calling them perverts. Everything in this set is just a million-dollar excuse to have Asher Redfield do lewd poses for them. But Asher's manager, Ulysses Flintlock, assured him that Asher is not doing this so his face could be in next year's summer line of toys. They are doing it for the connections behind Matthews. He is the son of a famous director and through him, they can climb through the chains of nepotism and have the chance of landing a role in a blockbuster movie later next year. If that is what it takes to remain famous, Asher shut his opinions down, smiled in front of the pervert that is now cupping his butt, and playfully shoo his hands away. He excused himself and took a break inside his spacious trailer.
Inside the trailer is Ulysses with his signature carbonado-studded sunglasses. Asher swears he never saw his manager take off those sunglasses. Even when swapping to another body, he makes sure that the body he's going to is already wearing those sunglasses.
"Why are you here?" Asher asked, "I thought you're on a flight to Las Vegas to land a record contract with those cunts from Johnson Labels."
"You damn well know why I'm here, kid."
"We've been through this discussion a thousand times," Asher groaned. He pulled down the orange speedo while carefully hiding the erection from Ulysses.
"Yes, we did. And you know that I will always call you a kid, whether you want it or not. And don't bother hiding that erection from me. Your mother already talked about the dried-up cum sock under your bed. And you know what that means?"
Fuck that bitch. Her own mother ratted him out. Of course, Asher knew damn well why. She wanted his fifth husband to transfer to a teenager's body. They had this charade for the fifth time now. She turns his husband younger, the husband shows his true colors when he admits that he only used Asher's mother so he could get a younger body, they divorce, and it goes back to square fucking one. He guessed that this is her way of getting back at this son. Asher faced Ulysses with his raging erection since there is no use hiding it now. "But the contract said I still have two years in this body before I can transfer to another body."
Being in the body of a child leaves little liberties for Asher. People look down on him because he looks like a child. The people who are interested in him are either fans, gold-diggers, or perverts who think that just because he is an adult in a child's body, that is enough reason to grope him all the time. Because he is a child and partly because of the requirements of the job, he cannot have sexual relationships with other people. And the only sexual pleasure that could quench his decades of thirst, is through masturbation. And masturbating in a body whose balls haven’t dropped yet means that he is always shooting blanks. And he knows damn well how annoying he can be. His only solace happens late in his quadrennial contract when his child’s body finally reaches the first stages of adolescence - where he could finally cum in his hormone-addled body. But whenever someone knows that he could finally cum, the agency wants him to transfer again to a younger body because it's a sign of getting old. And getting old is a big fucking no for a forever child star.
"Contract's changed, kid. The president of the agency wants you to transfer to another body because of some marketing ploy they cooked up with,"
Asher dressed in sweatpants and sweatshirt, and sat across Ulysses and ate a bowl of Asher O's. Of all the things named after him, this cereal is one of the best. It's because he had creative input during the conception of the product. And his input is to put more marshmallows than cereals to soothe the sweet tooth of his child’s bodies.
"And that marketing ploy is?"
"You'll see it when we get there."
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It was a long way back to the agency, and Asher was lucky to be rich enough to buy an extravagant recreational vehicle where he could lounge naked in the second-floor jacuzzi, sleep in its pillow-filled bed four times the size of his body, and entertain himself with various game systems. After a 10 hour drive two states over, they finally reached the agency with its recognizable golden star on the 200th floor. Of course, leaving the RV means crazy fans are waiting for him to appear. And just like now, a kid studded with Asher merchandise immediately recognized him under the hood of his sweatshirt. The kid's eyes glinted in excitement and just as he was about to ask for an autograph, Ulysses blocked his path with his huge thick hands.
"Beat it, kid, no autographs allowed," Ulysses grunted with his baritone voice.
"Don't be such a cunt," Asher said. "Here, let me sign that for you."
The kid squealed in excitement as Asher made his signature - a sign that remained permanent despite the years of jumping from one body to another.
"Thank you! Thank you!" The kid said, his voice is getting hoarse from the sheer excitement. "I swapped with my neighbor's son just to get your signature," The kid chuckled before fleeing away to heaven knows where.
Getting weird fans is part of the job. And this one is no different. One time, Asher got kidnapped so his kidnapper could swap with him and take his place. Of course, that is impossible. Mind tags are a thing and they are implanted the first time you swap. That erases the chance of identity theft.
Ulysses led him to the familiar lobby of the agency. Its floors may not be made of gold, but it damn well looks like one. The president is obsessed with the color yellow, and that means he likes things like stars and gold. Rich people and their eccentricities. Asher wonders if he has an eccentricity that he isn't aware of. While he is having that thought, he and Ulysses went to a private elevator hidden at the back of the building, which led them to the furthest depths 30 meters underground. This place is called the 'The Basement'. Real creative isn't it?
The magic that fuels the stars happens here. It would be a scandal if the media spilled half the things that happen here. From initiating swaps between non-consenting parties to torturing extra who thought that they could run away with the body the agency gave them. Lucky for the agency, they are the media and no information would spill because they deem it so.
Asher and Ulysses enter their private section in the basement where they do the swap in the room tailored to Asher's instructions. The room has four cameras at each corner of the room and a drone camera that follows his mind tag. Sure enough, as soon as Asher stepped in the room, the drone flashed alive from its four-year sleep. It began reeling its film - a tradition that Asher followed since his first body swap. Filming is a way to remember, all the journey and obstacles he passed made him into what he is today. The drone filmed him as he undressed his clothes, and stood there as a memento of the body that he is about to leave. Asher is going to miss this body. He is often placed in the bodies of ginger children because of brand recognition. This body is one of the unique ones with its black hair, dark cunning eyes, and oriental features. He's lucky enough that the oriental features did not extend to his penis. He squeezed his plump pink ass and caressed his hole. Fuck! He's going to miss fingering his sensitive asshole. He’s going to miss everything about this body.
"I assume you already have the kid plopped in the other pod?" Asher asked.
"When have I not done that?" Ulysses replied.
Asher guessed never. Ulysses may be a cunt sometimes, but he's a good fucking cunt. Behind those stupid sunglasses is a person that truly cares for him for who he truly is. One of the reasons why Asher is still doing this stupid job is that he is afraid that he might lose Ulysses. That would fucking suck if that happens.
On the other side of the room, Asher walked to the other pod and wiped away the fog of the glass. From the green swirling mists, the kid inside must be in deep sleep. As parts of the mist dissipated, Asher was taken aback by two things he saw. The first thing he saw was the golden locks and lashes of the kid - which kinda gave him a cherubic nature. Asher is sure that behind those sleeping lids, golden eyes lay to tell the kid's problematic parentage. And knowing that made him seethe in anger.
"You assholes got to be kidding me." Asher sat in one of the chairs where he is supposed to take a breath after the swap. "You're putting in the body of a mutt baby!?"
When a man swaps with a woman and carries a baby to term using her body, a mutt baby is born. The exact biology is still under hot debate but mutt babies are characterized by their golden lashes and golden eyes. Asher knows the president is obsessed with the color yellow, but he's not that crazy to make his number one star child swap with a mutt baby. He can't! Mutts tend to be looked down on by society due to their weird parentage. And society is a master when it comes to ostracizing people that are not abiding by what the norm is.
"The proper term is Auriental, kid. And we've already run it down with the marketing department. Marketing study says 80% of the respondents would like it if you swap with an Auriental person. You know, diversity or some woke bullshit kids like nowadays. And I know you watch a lot of porn, so you must know that Aurientals are blessed with that," Ulysses pointed at the kid’s 6-inch uncut penis - which is the second thing that made Asher's mouth hang open in awe.
Its size is average for an adult, but a kid? That thing is a fucking beast. That penis is longer than Asher's index - and it's not even hard yet. Asher knew from watching the Auriental porn tag that 90% of the time, male Auriental have long-ass dicks that would make horses cry. What Asher did not know is how early Aurientals developed their package.
"Aurientals produce twice the testosterone of a normal person, which contributes to heart failures or diseases at the average life expectancy of 47 years. But that won't happen because you'll be in another body by then. On the other hand, that amount of testosterone contributes to the early and increased development of their penises and sperm production - which is something I know you will like." Ulysses explained, which Asher was not surprised to hear. Ulysses finished Medical School but grew bored of the profession so he tried various other fields until he landed in the show business. "Once this body turns 35, I'll get an Auriental body of a teenager myself."
Ulysses said he'll like swapping with the kid. But that is not the case here. He doesn't like it, he loves it! Asher is practically salivating at the chance to be in that kid's body. He cannot hold his horses so much that he jumped in his pods before the necessary adjustments were made. It's okay though since the new iterations of the body-swapping machine are mostly automatic, and adjust its settings while the machine is initiating the swap.
Behind the closed glass panel of the pod, Asher gave Ulysses a thumbs up - prompting his manager to press the button to start. The machine doesn't start early because it's still powering up the coils and scanning both subject's brains. This is enough time for Asher to masturbate while staring for the last time in his current reflection. If he's given the chance, and he'll probably will - he could fuck this body. This body has the perfect hole for that Auriental's dick after all. Asher masturbated with his thumb running against the shaft of his smooth penis. As the machine whirred its final coil, Asher's dick exploded its cum against the glass. The climatic euphoria carried as Asher's mind shifted through the wires and injected into his new body.
Asher awoke in the familiar sight of the opposite pod. He awoke with his dick already fucking hard, its tip grazing past the surface of the glass panel. He tapped on the glass and told Ulysses that the swap was finished. The pod doors opened and whizzed out the now inert sleeping gas. Asher stepped outside but his weak wobbling feet gave up on him. Luckily, Ulysses was quick enough to catch him with his thick beefy arms.
"Thanks," Asher said with his new chilly and somewhat deep voice. The weight of his package is weighing down on his crotch. This is something that he'll get used to. Asher already shudders at his future dancing sessions with this blissful hindrance of a dick. He wobbled to a chair where he spent the time focusing on pumping out the sleeping gas and filling it with air. But at the same time, he's also staring at his big and wonderful dick. It looks like a monster, yet cute in a way. It is devoid of veins and hair. It's just a smooth white shaft with a pink foreskin that wrinkles to itself. His balls are equally monstrous given their weight and size, and its cuteness given its pink surface and volume that changed sizes with time.
"So, how's the body treating you? Any problems?" Ulysses asked.
"Nothing so far. I just need some time to process this… this thing!" Asher pointed at his hardening penis. "It's the largest one I've ever had and it's making me cry." Asher did indeed cry out of joy, but only for a bit.
"I'm going to leave you here while you gain your composure. Know that you are already scheduled for a press conference later this evening regarding your new body." Ulysses said.
As usual, the life of a child actor spares him little time to even adjust to his new body. With Ulysses gone from the room, what did Asher do next?