But before any of those plans could come to fruition, you stumble over your big new feet and ruined sneakers, and tumble forward, your thick fingers clicking the other two gems in the process. You gasp and leap to your feet, checking the two smaller gems on either side of the large one. You try to click them to the right, and find them at a dead stop.
"Oh, shit" You manage to blurt out, before your brain begins to ransack itself suddenly. You stumble forward and hold onto the bathroom counter for balance, watching your new face in the mirror strain itself, those blue eyes glazing over, and your cock at attention.
Memories and experiences of the body you're copying are flooding your brain all at once, visions of schools and sports from decades ago, years and years of hard construction work, bar fights, one night stands and truck-stops beginning to replace your own memories.
Almost unconsciously, your meaty hand grabs your dick and begins to jerk it with care. Looking at it brings even better memories of your sexual conquests, the body's natural urges and abilities becoming yours, and a leer crosses your face. Your name being forgotten as your history is systematically erased and replaced, the name and identity of the man you lusted after
becoming clearer and clearer.
L...
Lou...
Louis...
Louis Campbell
Big Lou
"They dun call me Big Lou fer nothin'", you find yourself grumbling, a southern accent tinging your gravelly voice, as you continue manipulating your python, pre streaming out like a fountain, the image of yourself in the mirror becoming more and more familiar, and you lick your lips hungrily, tasting your stubble.
It isn't long before anything and everything that was you, is gone, and as you start groaning, your lower body tensing up, your balls tightening up, you explode, shooting load after load into the mirror, bellowing like a beast, completely and utterly Big Lou Campbell. Panting, you wash your hands in the sink, before you realize you have no fucking clue where you are right now.
"Now where in the hell have I gotten mahself now?" You question out loud, scratching your beard thoughtfully. You look around outside, it looks like a kids place. Certainly Big Lou wasn't messing around with some twink or a college kid, was he? Obviously he wasn't very memorable, or you'd remember where you were. Thats when you notice the ring on your meaty finger.
"Hurh, and where did you come from, ya shahny lil' thing?"...