This choice: You decide to swap bodies with him • Go Back...Chapter #4You swap bodies with him by: TR Howler   You grasp the rapier tight and lock eyes with your brother. His large mouth open wide and brown eyes glaring back. His body, still standing a few feet away. His weight shifting in his tight jeans, he stumbles in his worn brown boots.
"What the hell BRO!" He shouts at you. His abs contracting under his flannel. You can't help but laugh.
"Is that my body?" he sees himself. His thick hands reaching out, waving at invisible obstacles in the air. Your brother is tall. Almost 6'5". He's got hard, lean muscle and he really cares about his body. It looks hilarious stumbling around. "Bro! The hell" He shouts again.
His large body suddenly falls over, he's searching the floor for his head. He feels around the floor and finding a basketball the body instinctively picks it up and places it in the space between it's muscular shoulders. As the ball makes contact, the body goes limp and collapses to the floor. His perfectly round ass bounces.
"I can't- I can't feel it anymore!" Your brother's head, laying on its side, stares up at you helplessly.
"What the hell.. bro.." Jordan whimpers.
"I've got an idea." You offer. You set the rapier down on the bed and go over to your brothers head. You pick him up, cupping your hands under his chin, on the base of his skull. His head is heavy, much larger in your hands than it appears on his body. He's got messy brown hair, really unkempt, though he's got a strong brow and molasses colored eyes. You run your thumb over his pouty lips and he goes to bite you. His light scruff scratches your hands.
You put him on the desk facing your bed and move to his body. He's splayed out on the floor like he's been murdered. What a strange concept, to lose feeling in the detached part of your body when they're connected to random objects. This could come in handy.
The toes of his boots point inwards, towards each other, making his butt rise slightly off the floor. His big shoulders are collapsed into the ground and his big arms splayed at the sides. You grab him by the shoulders and drag him up onto the bed. You laugh at his basketball head and spot his little happy trail peaking out from the tail of his shirt. His abs gently rising and falling with breath.
Good. He's still alive at least.
"Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, he sounds frightened.
"I'm thinking. Mind if I try on your boots?" You raise an eyebrow at him.
"You're smaller than me. I wear like a 13, 12 sometimes. You're like six foot. They're too big." He protests. You take the rapier and cut him in half, by the happy trail. You pull his torso up to your pillows. Propping up his shoulders with pillows and resting his basketball head on the wall. "Bro!" He shouts again at you.
You cut yourself in half, letting your lean torso fall back onto the bed next to your brothers legs. You connect yourself and stand. You brothers trowser snake springs to life. You can still feel your disembodied legs and you smack your own ass. This makes both your new cock and your own swell up, hard. These sensations are unreal.
You take a few strides around the room. You're much taller and your legs are much longer. Like walking with stilts except you've got huge feet and really nice boots. And jeans. Your brother has a nice wardrobe. You think about running down the hall to his room to play dress up for a while, maybe jerk off. Suddenly, your legs run across the room and kick your brothers head off the desk.
He's shouting as your legs are using his head like a soccer ball, juggling him around and doing tricks. You can feel yourself doing this though it's unclear whether you thought to do it or your legs are following their own impulse. Jordan is cursing. You're having far too much fun.
You go back to the bed and cut yourself free from your brothers legs. You can still feel them, control them. Your new legs join your former legs in dribbling your brothers head around the carpet of the room. On the bed, you crawl over to your brothers torso. Taking the rapier in one hand and groping his large pectorals with the other, you cut away the basketball. It rolls off the bed and across the floor to your high kicking legs and you consciously make, both Jordan's legs and yours, juggle with the basketball and Jordan's very worried, decapitated head.
"I'm taking your body. I want to wear it." You say to your brother. He stops shouting and your former legs stop kicking him. You roll him onto the base of his skull and rest the toe of your shoe on the back of his head, like you're resting on the ball. You walk his legs over to the bed and slice off your own head.
Picking yourself, you replace your head on your brothers shoulders. You breathe into his girth, his large frame and toned muscles. He's got less body hair but he makes up for it in physique. And with his legs connected, you now stand at 6'5" and you've got a new body.
You can still manipulate your former, leaner torso on the bed and your legs across the room. You've got two bodies all for yourself.
"WHAT THE HELL BRO!" Your brother shouts. He seems angry.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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