This choice: How about taking Ricky for a spin? • Go Back...Chapter #4How about taking Ricky for a spin? by: Vchris1989   As much as you enjoy the strength and masculinity of Mike's body, you are just dying to take sexy Ricky for a spin. He may be 14, but you can tell he's already on his way to being a fit, strong young man. His early interest in the outdoors and, based on Mike's memories, rising stardom as his high school's first ever freshman varsity basketball MVP have given him a degree of muscle mass and tone unheard of for someone his age. If you weren't currently possessing his father's body and mind you would absolutely bet twenty bucks that he was at least 17, especially given his height of 6'2". Even the hair on his legs and that early onset five o' clock shadow have you further wondering how any boy could be so manly. You wanted that for yourself. What would that stardom and popularity feel like? What would it be like to have a model physique and to be able to run your fingertips over chiseled abs along your torso? You were about to find out...
Quickly, you work out your plan in your head and set events into motion. You see Kyle leaping down the stairs while Ricky is still picking sneakers or something like that. Mustering up all your fatherly charm you toss Kyle the keys to Mike's prized vintage corvette and tell Kyle to turn heads, but to be careful. Kyle is dumbfounded and so happy and appreciative of this fatherly gesture, but he comes back to earth for a second to ask what about Ricky. Before you can even finish the lie about Ricky all of a sudden feeling ill, Kyle is already out the door hopping in his hot ride for the day. Using Mike's past memories you determine that his wife is loaded with errands clear until carpool this afternoon. That leaves an unsuspecting Ricky alone and to your own devices...
Walking up the stairs you try with your mightiest effort to noiselessly move Mike's mighty frame. Reaching the top of the stairs you listen for a sec and hear what sounds like shoe laces being tied. Ricky zooms out of his room almost into your chest and freezes from the unexpectedness.
"Sorry, Dad. Didn't know you were there. Sorry for keeping you waiting. I-"
"Son," you reply, "you forgot your backpack"
"Oh shit! One sec I'll be right bac-"
Jumping into action, you rush Ricky and push him through the doorway the instance his back turns. The shock knocks the air out of him and you use this chance to take full advantage of Mike's larger and beefier frame- wrestling Ricky onto his back and pinning him down with your solid torso.
"DAD! What the freaking hell are you doing?! Get the fuck off me!"
Ricky clenches his teeth and tries with all his might to pull free, but you easily keep his arms pinned. Waiting for the right moment you suddenly see your opening. Right as Ricky opens his mouth wide open to scream for help, you lunge your mouth forward and lock lips onto his. Ricky is screaming into your mouth, but you do not let up on this kiss of transfer. Your essence immediately begins leaving Mike's body as it floods into Ricky's wide open mouth. Ricky shakes uncontrollably and stops gasping for help as you begin to feel light-headed. Ricky's eyes are closed and he has a slightly uncomfortable look on his face as you black out and the last of your essence cascades down Ricky's throat with a slosh.
BLINK
Suddenly your vision has refocused and you take a hulking gasp of air. You breathe in the smell of manly cologne and that's when you realize Mike, or your Dad now, is passed out on top of you. You are able to push him to the side now that he's out like a light.
"Had a fun ride, Dad, but I'm going to be enjoying this young body all day today."
Holy crap you loved hearing that voice. It was such a cool guy type of voice--the type that people would gladly obey. And now it was yours. God-something about controlling such an alpha-man in the making was getting you going. Or was it just Ricky's insane testosterone levels? Definitely both. You stand up on limber yet strong legs and walk over to the mirror smiling and trying out all sorts of goofy and sexy faces that this body most definitely never displayed...until now...
You take off Ricky's sneakers and socks and examine your new size 13 feet. Even his feet were beautiful! They had that athletic look and weren't overly hairy--perfect for wearing some fratty flip flops. You bend over and feel your hairy calves, getting an electric rush as you massage your calves up to your lean inner thighs. A shiver surges down your spine and you tear off Ricky's shorts, leaving on his boxer briefs for the sake of saving the best for last. But holy fuck, you can clearly see a monster snake under those briefs that is already inflating and more and more the longer you stare at Ricky's bod--No, your body.
Taking off this T-shirt you laugh like a giddy kid as you run your hands up and down your toned torso with absolute amazement.
"This kid could be a freaking Calvin Klein model today! Well now 'I' can!"
You keep caressing these toned abs, reveling in their ridges and ripples, squeezing your perfectly carved pecs and groaning whenever you accidentally brush up against your sensitive nipples. Your new cock is completely hard at this point and threatening to tear your Calvins to shreds from the tension. It must be at least 8 inches hard and THICK! Holy crap, this kid is a god. And you get to benefit from that from now on if you wish.
Getting a little carried away with yourself, you forgot about the Dad problem. He is still out of it on your new bed, but he is starting to jostle and grunt a bit. Taking preemptive action you decide to experiment with your power as you spit a pea sized amount of your essence into your hand. Walking over to Dad, you place the pea drop on his mouth and direct it to enter and find the brain. It slides through Dad's lips obediently and as it travels through his system you witness first-hand as his body tenses and seizes before he grabs at his head, moaning in a knowing vocalization of self-defeat. Dad screams at the ceiling with all his might as his back arches, the veins on his neck and arms bulging to the max, before he collapses back onto your bed with a thud that vibrates the room. He is breathing heavily and blinking with curiosity as if he were just now discovering the concept of self-awareness.
"Dad?" you ask.
"Yes, Ricky?" he asks softly as he turns his head and flashes you a satisfied smile.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've never felt better in my life!" he exclaims with childish splendor, "I'm so excited by the thought of following your orders. You are my master, and I will do anything for you. It feels so good just saying that!"
You are shocked, but in a good way. This outcome is even better than you imagined!
"Dad, here are your first orders. You'll go out for the rest of the day and leave me to my own devices. When we're alone you can act like this, but if anyone else is around in person or on the phone you have to be your regular self. Also, you are aware of my identity and are completely fine with it. In fact, you will serve as an occasional vessel along with being my helper for acquiring new bodies. Now go have a great day, and be sure to call the school and tell them I have a fever and uncontrollable vomiting--something to get me out of school and practice for the day."
As Dad searches for his corvette keys you tell him to just take the family jeep and he beams a smile as he scoops up the keys and walks out the door.
"Wow, what a day," you muse to yourself, "Okay, Ricky, let's search that pretty head of yours and see about making a fantasy come true."
Your new manhood begins engorging the moment those words leave your succulent new lips.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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