The gym echoed with the squeak of sneakers and the thump of basketballs bouncing off the hardwood floor. The atmosphere was light, filled with friendly banter and laughter as Marco—still in Carl’s young body—played host to what seemed like an innocent father-son basketball game. Luke and Alex, unaware of Marco's true intentions, were having a blast as they passed the ball around with their dads.
“Nice shot, Dad!” Luke called out to his father, Martin, who had just awkwardly heaved the ball toward the basket. Despite his 300-pound frame, Martin lumbered across the court with surprising agility, grinning ear to ear.
“Thanks, bud,” Martin panted, hands resting on his knees for support. “I’m a bit out of practice, but hey—accountants don’t usually hit the court!”
Alex and his father, Ken, were on the other side of the gym, engaged in some light one-on-one. Ken, though nearly fifty, was in decent shape and managed to keep up with his athletic son.
“Not bad, Dad,” Alex teased, easily dodging Ken’s defense to lay the ball up into the hoop. “You’re not making it easy for me!”
Ken laughed, his bearded face sweaty but full of determination. “You didn’t think I’d let you win that easily, did you? Old man’s still got a few tricks left, A-man!”
Carl—still in Marco’s body—leaned against the wall, trying to shake off an odd feeling in his gut. He wasn’t sure why they were all here. His Dad had told him that his friends had set up the game, but that didn't seem normal. And with everything that had been going on, Carl hadn't had time to tell his teammates about the mishap with the remote. Ever since they'd switch bodies, his dad had been acting odd, and Carl was too embarrassed to let on to his fellow Cyber Space Warriors that he was stuck in his dad's body.
Just then, Marco, in Carl’s young body, called out, “Alright, everybody! Great game! Let’s hit the showers.” His voice was unusually chipper as he headed toward the locker room. The others followed, laughing and chatting about the game, oblivious to what was about to unfold.
The locker room was steamy, the hiss of running showers creating a soothing backdrop to the post-game banter. As the fathers and sons undressed, towels slung over their shoulders, the mood remained lighthearted. Alex gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, "Great idea to have a father son tournament, Mr. Lopez."
"My idea? Uh... right." Carl, still in Marco’s body, couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He glanced at his father—still wearing his face—and noticed the smug grin plastered on Marco’s (Carl’s) lips.
“So, uh… what’s the deal with this game anyway, Dad?” Carl asked, suspicion creeping into his voice. "You said it was my friend's idea, but Alex just said it was mine... I mean, yours I guess. Me in your body. You know what I mean."
Marco, still in Carl’s youthful body, flashed an innocent smile. “Oh? Maybe I suggested it when your buddies stopped by yesterday. You know, just thought it would be fun. A little bonding time.”
Carl’s eyes narrowed. Something about the way his dad was acting just didn’t sit right. As he watched his pals and their dads hit the showers, Carl's mind drifted though. The contrast between his buddies young athletic bods and their dads' big hairy bodies really drove home the swap he was stuck in, and it was making him feel excited all over again. Lately it seemed like he felt that way all the time. He tried to shake it off, but it was hard to ignore. Just being his dad make him feel excited. He couldn't help but wonder how his buddies would feel in the same situation.
Suddenly, Marco pulled something from the gym bag he had stashed in the corner—a sleek, glowing remote.
“Alright, boys,” Marco said, holding the remote up for everyone to see. “I think it’s time for a little… change.”
Luke, Alex, and their fathers all turned to look, confusion spreading across their faces.
“What’s that?” Ken asked, his brow furrowing as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
Marco smirked. “Oh, just a little something I’ve been working on. Let’s shake things up a bit, shall we?”
Before anyone could react, Marco pressed a button on the remote. A burst of light filled the locker room, and suddenly, everything went hazy. Time seemed to slow as each father and son felt a strange, dizzying sensation wash over them.
Alex blinked, his vision swirling as the steam from the showers seemed to grow thicker. When the fog lifted, he felt… wrong. His body felt heavier, his movements sluggish. He looked down and gasped. The lean, muscular body he had been so used to was gone, replaced by a broader, hairier frame. His hands were rougher, and his chest was covered in hair. He stumbled back in shock.
“I… I’m Dad!” Alex shouted, his voice coming out deeper, gruffer than usual. He looked in the mirror and saw Ken’s face staring back at him, the familiar beard now framing his features. “No, no, no—this can’t be happening!”
Meanwhile, Ken, now in Alex’s young, athletic body, stood dumbfounded in front of the mirror. He ran his hands over his smooth, hairless chest, his eyes wide with disbelief. “This… this is unreal!” He flexed an arm, watching the teenage muscles ripple beneath the skin. “I feel so… light! I haven’t had this kind of energy in years!” Within seconds his teenage cock had sprung up, and Ken found that he couldn't wipe a big dumb grin off his face. He hadn't felt this horny since . . . well since he was in high school!
On the other side of the locker room, Luke and Martin had undergone the same bewildering transformation. Luke, now in his father’s bulky, heavyset body, looked down in horror as he saw his once slim figure replaced by a 300-pound frame. His arms were thick with fat, his belly protruding in front of him. He grabbed at his fat and moaned in despair.
“Oh no… no, no, no,” Luke muttered, his voice deep and booming. “I’m huge!” He lifted his arms, staring at the rolls of fat that jiggled with every movement. “I feel so slow… and… and I’m sweating just standing here!” His hands went to his head. "And I'm bald! Oh man... I'm Dad!"
Martin, now in Luke’s slim, athletic body, laughed out loud. “This is incredible! I haven’t been this thin since I was a teenager!” He spun around in front of the mirror, admiring his son’s toned physique. “I feel amazing!”
Carl, still trapped in Marco’s body, watched in horror as the scene unfolded. “Dad! What the hell are you doing?! You can’t just go around switching people like this!”
Marco, still relishing the thrill of his mischief, shrugged. “Why not? It’s fun! And besides…” He looked down at Carl’s youthful body with a wicked grin. “I kind of like being young again. Maybe I’ll keep this body for a while.”
Luke, now struggling to adjust to his father’s overweight frame, glared at Marco. “Change us back! This isn’t funny!”
But Marco just laughed, twirling the remote in his hand. “Oh, it’s more than funny. This is just the beginning. And if you think I’m going to stop here, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Alex—now stuck in his father’s body—stumbled forward, his fists clenched. “I don’t care what you’re planning. You can’t just mess with people’s lives like this!”
Ken, now in Alex’s body, stepped up beside him, though there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes as he glanced down at his new youthful frame. “I have to admit, though… this does feel pretty good.” He ran his finger along his erection.
“Dad, stop that!” Alex said, shaking his head. “This isn’t right. We have to fix this.”
Carl, still feeling powerless in his father’s bearish body, stepped forward. “Something's wrong with my dad. He's in my body, and I think he's under some kind of evil spell.” He knew now that his dad had gone too far, but he also knew there was a way to reverse it. He just had to get that remote back.
Marco chuckled darkly, backing toward the exit with the remote held tightly in his hand. “Good luck with that, boys. Let’s see how you like being stuck like this for a while. Maybe get comfy in each other's bodies, explore a little. I know Carl and I have found plenty to like about our new situation.”
Carl blushed. Already he was sporting a raging dad-hard-on.
With a final smirk, Marco slipped out of the locker room, leaving the swapped fathers and sons to deal with the strange, overwhelming sensations of their new bodies. The locker room was filled with tension, each of them grappling with the weight of their new forms, unsure of what to do next.
But one thing was certain: Marco wasn’t done causing chaos yet.