It seemed like the air was still heavy with tension, leaving everyone standing in stunned silence as Marco disappeared with the remote. Luke, now trapped in his father Martin’s hefty body, shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his new form pressing down on his joints. His oversized belly protruded in front of him, and every breath felt like an effort.
“This… sucks,” Luke grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow as it dripped down his face. His voice, deep and booming, was completely unrecognizable. “I can’t believe I’m… Dad.”
Martin, now inhabiting Luke’s much younger, fit body, was still flexing and marveling at his reflection. “Are you kidding, Luke? This is the best thing that’s ever happened! Look at me!” He beamed, striking a pose in front of the mirror, his lean muscles moving with fluid grace. “I haven’t felt this alive in decades! I feel like I could run a marathon! God, I need to go work out!”
Luke groaned. “Yeah, well, I feel like I could pass out just from walking to the door.” He groped around under his massive girth. He couldn't even find his dad's dick. How was he supposed to fight even like this?
Meanwhile, Alex, in his dad Ken’s body, paced back and forth, trying to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of having a broader, hairier frame. The weight of his dad’s beard on his face felt strange, and the muscles in his legs ached with every step. He reached up to touch the thick, coarse hair on his chest, something he’d never had to deal with before.
“This is insane,” Alex muttered, his voice gruff and tired, completely alien to his ears. “I feel like I aged twenty years in the span of a minute.”
Ken, in Alex’s youthful body, rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms, grinning ear to ear. “I can’t say I mind it, son. This is… wow. I feel unstoppable.” Furthermore Alex felt horny as a jackrabbit. He wasn't even trying to hide the massive teen erection he was sporting.
Alex shot him a frustrated look. “Come on, Dad. Cover yourself up!"
Alex laughed it off. "Whatever, we're all guys here, A-Man. Besides it's your body that's doing this to me."
Alex groaned. "This isn’t right. We need to find a way to fix this. We can’t just stay like this.”
Ken hesitated, glancing down at his new, smooth arms. “I know… I know. It’s just—when you’ve been dealing with back pain for years, and suddenly it’s gone, it’s hard not to appreciate it.”
Carl, trapped in his father’s thick, hairy body, could barely stand still. His legs felt heavy, his arms bulged with unfamiliar muscles, and the beard that now covered his face itched like crazy. He was used to being quick on his feet, but now he felt slow and clumsy. And in spite of how ashamed he was at his dad's behavior, he was growing more and more excited with every passing hour. He was starting to enjoy being a bearish guy, but he didn't want to admit it. “We need to stop my dad before this gets any worse,” Carl said, his voice deep and gruff like Marco’s. “I can’t believe he’s doing this for… what, some kind of deal with an interdimensional villain?”
"Lord Skullface?" Alex whispered.
"Has to be," Carl said. "Who else would mess with us like this."
Luke, still adjusting to his dad’s round belly, shook his head. “I don’t know how we’re going to catch him. I can barely walk in this body.”
Martin patted his son—now stuck in his own heavy frame—on the back. “Come on, Luke, you’ll figure it out. Maybe this is a good lesson in understanding how us old guys feel.”
“Great, Dad. A real learning experience,” Luke muttered sarcastically.
Alex, now feeling the aches and stiffness of middle age, took a deep breath. “We can’t let Marco keep swapping people. If he’s really working for someone like Lord Skullface, there’s no telling how much damage he could cause. We'd better get dressed and see if we can track him down. Luke, stay here with our . . . uh . . . dads I guess. Carl and I will go find his dad."
Ken flexed in the mirror absentmindedly, clearly enjoying his son’s physique. “Yeah you guys go figure this out, but like, no hurry you know?” He reached down and squeezed his member, grinning with immaturity and arousal.
"Hands off my junk, Dad!" Alex snapped. "Luke keep him out of trouble while he's like this."
Carl sighed, scratching his new, thick beard. “All right, let's go find my dad. You guys hang tight."
After the two men left, Luke, who had been doing pushups off to the side, stood up. "I have too much energy. I can't just wait around here. I'm going to go work out in the gym." He quickly dressed in his son's shorts and tank top, laced up his gym shoes, and jogged back out into the gym, leaving Luke and Ken alone in the locker room.