Well it can’t be that bad you think to yourself. For a week I’ll be an adult and be able to do what ever I want.
Images of going to strip clubs, bars, drinking and maybe even fucking race through your young mind. With that you reply he’ll yeah dad you have a deal.
Your father in your body corrects you “why are you calling me dad? I’m Jack your 16 year old son and will be for the next week. So I suggest you get it right and refer to me as Jack. Look I really want this to work so for the next week let’s make a deal you carry on like you have always been my dad Richard Gates and I have always been your son Jack Gates”.
You ask your dad now by some unbelievable circumstance your son. “So what your saying is now that I’m Richard Gates you want it to be like that has always been the case. I have all the power and authority of Richard Gates, I am the one that met Cindy Andrew’s 17 years ago got her pregnant and 9 months later we had you and I named you Jack after my father. I am also the one that was partly responsible for my wife and I separating 2 years ago. What I say goes no if’s buts or maybe.”
Your father replies “that’s exactly what I mean during this week and as soon as we finish this conversation we never bring it up again”.
With that you calmly reply “well Jack haven’t you got some homework to finish you know how pissed off your mother will be with me when she picks you up in the morning and it’s not done so I suggest you get to it”
You father with a smile replies as you have hundreds of times “I know dad and trust me mom doesn’t go easy on me either”.
As your father walks away in your old body you can’t believe how scrawny your 16 year old body looks from your new prospective.
Man this is going to be a great week you think to yourself and why the hell does dad want to be me a teenage boy when he could of picked anyone to swap bodies with. Oh well his loss you say to yourself.
Your first order of business is to grab a beer. As you walk to the kitchen you catch a glimpse of your new body’s reflection in the sliding patio door. Wow dads body is pretty jacked, correction you say to yourself this is my body now I’m Richard Gates so I guess I’m pretty jacked. Your biceps and forearms are actually quite large you always envied your dads body when you were looking at it from your scrawny 16 year old body you loved how your pecs showed through the white tee shirt you were now wearing. You gaze at your fathers face now your face your large crop of dark hair and 3 day stubble and shit I’m pretty good looking I’ll have no trouble finding someone to fuck. You grab a beer from the fridge and go out to sit on the patio to ponder the adventures and possibilities that now lay before you.
You sink into your father’s patio chair and take your first sip of beer however probably one of the many thousand sips the body you now inhabit has had when it belonged to your father. It was cool and refreshing fuck that’s good you think to yourself. Immediately your body relaxed. You notice sitting on the low table to the right of you a pack of cigarettes and a zippo. You’ve never had a cigarette before or even felt like one in fact you hated the smell whenever your father smoked. However now that you have seen the packet you actually craved one. Without even giving it another thought as if on auto pilot or more than likely your father’s body’s muscle memory you grabbed the packet taped out a cigarette placed it in your mouth brought the flickering flame of the zippo to the tip of the cigarette and deeply inhaled. The combination of the smell of smoke and fumes of the zippo were intoxicating another deep drag of the cigarette you slowly exhaled and took another sip of cold beer holy fuck you think to yourself this feels fantastic. You sit there enjoying the sensations that were probably common place to this body your inhabiting but absolutely fantastic to your young mind. Fuck I’m loving this you think and it’s probably only going to get better.
Your sensations of absolute bliss come to an abrupt stop as bit of cigarette ash falls on your lap you quickly run your hand over it to brush it away. However this act brought a new sensation and realisation to you that you had not yet thought of. The side of your hand ran across a thick long soft mass you immediately knew what it was oh fuck you think to your self as this time you slowly run your hand over the mass it’s fucking huge. Looking down to your lap you see the shape of a large penis without thinking you keep running your hand over it in disbelief of its proportions. As with your old body a thousand times before this also caused your new penis to get hard. This huge throbbing mass was getting larger and larger. Fuck I have to see this you think as you release it from your pants. And there it was in all its glory at least 8 inches of throbbing manhood. Holy fuck you whisper to yourself only half an hour ago my penis was a tiny 3 inches now look what I have.
You can’t figure out why your dad wanted to swap bodies with you you can’t believe what he has given up and all the fun your about to have in this body.
The more you think about how good you now have it and just how much your dad has lost by now being in your body the more you begin to think that he will want to swap back. Fuck that you think to yourself it was his idea he made the swap it was him that took my body without asking and him who said we have to act like we were always each other so it’s on him if he doesn’t like his new scrawny body and tiny 3 inch penis it’s all on him and I’ll keep him to it. After all he was always Jack Gates so he should be used to it.
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