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Ryan was the type to pump iron because he was bored. Or because it was Tuesday. He never needed much of a reason. He made his money with the odd job here and there. Moving was a frequent favorite; most days it felt like getting paid to lift. Ryan was short, at 5'8", but muscular to an almost insane degree, considering his height. His perfect chest had won him a few spots modeling, but it wasn't work he liked. To him it was long hours of standing around waiting for an art director to decide that his fourth mocha frappuccino was enough "inspiration" to take a picture of Ryan holding a surfboard or some nonsense, all the while surrounded by people he had no interest in talking to.

Ryan preferred to be in the gym where it was simple. The weights were straightforward and numerical, as was his progress. X reps of this lift each day to gain Y muscle mass. X amount of hours on the treadmill to lose Y pounds, but not above Z in order not to lose muscle mass. Ryan was methodical in his lifting, but far from body worship. His process was careful and mechanical. He spent time with a scale and a tape measure, never a mirror. Loving his body was simply not something Ryan did.

He went to bed at 9:45, woke up at 8, and worked or worked out inbetween. It was simple, and Ryan had never been poetic enough to long for anything more. He had probably been set on this path by his military father, but it did not weigh on his mind.

One December, moving had slowed down a lot and there wasn't much work. Ryan was only even able to get one modeling job, and rent was coming due. He pulled out the classifieds and spotted an ad from the university asking for research subjects. For only a couple hours of work the job would apparently pay very well.

Ryan went down to the lab. James, a young TA came out to meet him. James had a paunch noticeable even under the lab coat he was wearing. His face and smile were friendly and his cheeks dimpled slightly when he smiled. He had blonde cute hair and arms with their fair share of muscle. He took Ryan's medical history and measurements; he was surprised when Ryan knew them all by heart. Ryan, curious about study, asked, "Why do you need bicep circumference for this thing?"

James said, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you. This study is a double-blind test, which means you're not allowed to know the full-breadth of what's going on. I can only tell you that the procedure has been tested before successfully and will have no lasting effects."

Ryan was a little unnerved but stripped down at James's instruction and put on the skin tight wet suit that was given to him. Another TA came out and led Ryan into a room with one table and straps attached. The TA instructed Ryan to lie down and engaged the leather straps. The table leaned forward until Ryan was almost at a standing position, and then the TA left.

Only a few seconds after the door closed, the lights went out in the room and it was pitch black. From behind Ryan, a projector switched on and an image appeared on the wall in front of him. Ryan recognized it as a Rorschach ink blot. A voice, Ryan thought it sounded like James, came over a speaker. "Tell me the first thing you think of."

Like many of the ink blots, the design had a non-descript oblong center and parallel but reflected shapes on either side. Ryan had never been too creative, and said, "Butterfly."

Another slide. It looked like two guys, backs to each other lifting weights. Ryan said as much.

Another slide. Too abstract to pull out an actual image, Ryan just said "I don't know."

There were several more slides, and then James's voice came over the speakers again. "Thank you, Ryan. We're going to proceed with the next stage of the experiment. James heard a mechanical moving sound, and felt some kind of helmet stretch down and rest a few inches above his head. Then some kind of feelers poked out and touched several places on his forehead. James spoke again.

"Don't be afraid. As I said before, there are no lasting effects from any part of this experiment. You should not feel any pain as a part of what is about to happen; if you do, please let us know. You will, however, feel a little disorientation for a few seconds, and it is perfectly natural if you lose consciousness for a short time. Your vital signs are being monitored as a precautionary measure."

Despite James's reassurances, Ryan began to get a little nervous. It dawned on him now that nobody knew where he was, and that he was tied to a table in the dark being watched by strangers. He tested the straps on the table and found they were tight to his wrists and tight to the table. He could barely move. Ryan heard a whirring coming from the helmet above his head, and there was a flash of light before he blacked out.

When Ryan woke up, the lights were still out and Ryan was still tied down, but he felt very strange. His body tingled all over. He had sensation in areas he'd never felt before, and everything felt different. Heavier, he thought. It was hard to tell in his current position.

James's voice came over the speaker again.
"Ryan? Are you awake?"
"Yeah."

Ryan's voice surprised him; it didn't sound like his own. It was definitely deeper. It cracked as he continued to speak. "What's going on?"

He pulled against the straps. They didn't seem to be any looser, but he was able to move his arms around more freely. The straps pushed into his arms deeper than before. He was still tingling all over and it was difficult to tell what was happening. He asked again, "What's going on?"

James responded. "Try to relax. How do you feel?"
" I feel weird; tingly, like when your foot wakes up, but all over."
"Any... other sensations?"

Ryan suddenly realized he was hard as a rock. It was strange that he hadn't noticed before, but with his whole body tingling and feeling different, it was hard to seperate out the sensations. He felt his cock straining against the wetsuit, but it felt like something weighed down even on top of that. He couldn't tell or see what it was.

"Uh, yeah."
"Can you describe what you are feeling."
"Everything feels weird, different. And the tingles are like a foot waking up, but not painful. Just weird."
"Does anything hurt?"
"No."
"Okay, we're going to proceed with the next part."

The projector switched on again and another ink blot appeared. It looked almost identical to the first one he had seen. But this time, for some reason, the first thing that popped into his head was The Emerald City, and he said so.

It was strange. He seemed to be looking at the same ink blots as before, but thoughts he wasn't intending to think came out. One blot was a strawberry jelly donut, another the eiffel tower. Each response was completely different than the response he had given the last time, and he had no idea why.

As the questions continued, the tingling subsided, and more sensations began to emerge. Ryan's face felt bigger, and his cheeks moved more when he spoke. He felt, all over his body, heavier. He was hungry, too. Just as he was beginning to grasp the meaning of all the sensations all over his body, the Rorschach blots finished. James came over the speaker again.

"We're almost finished. We're going to reset the experiment and you'll be done for today."

Ryan heard the whirring and blacked out again. When he came to he was tingling again, but all other sensations returned to normal. Except he was still rock hard. The lights came back on, and James came into the room. He laid the table flat and began to unstrap Ryan. When Ryan tried to lift his arms, it was hard, like they were still asleep. James reassured him. "Give it a minute. You'll get sensation back."

Faster than before, Ryan felt the tingling fade and his body return to normal. Even his erection seemed to calm down a little. He tried to get up but still couldn't. James, in the manner of a practised professional, lifted Ryan up against his body. Ryan felt James soft belly against his back. It was warm and forgiving, and squished against Ryan's full weight.

"We need to prep the room for the next test subject, so we're moving you to a changing room while you recover."

He wheeled Ryan into another small room that looked a lot less clinical than the others. There was a couch and a small bathroom. James lifted Ryan again and set him down on the couch. "I'll give you some privacy while you recover. Your clothes have been hung in the closet next to the bathroom. If you need anything, use this. He handed Ryan a small button with an alert symbol on it and left the room.

Much of Ryan's body still seemed to be asleep, but he didn't feel the tingling sensation anymore. All sensation just seemed to be numbed, except in his aching cock which pushed almost painfully at the wet suit's seam. Ryan, with more effort than he expected, pulled up the shirt section and pulled down the pants. His cock stood tall and as he reached out to touch it, he realized he could barely feel his fingers. It was like somebody else was jacking him off, and that turned him on even more.

Ryan's masturbation had always been mechanical. A calculated stimulation that resulted in little more than quick release, like opening a pressure valve on a steam engine. This was different. Somehow, when it was another's hand he was imagining, not his own, the motions were different. Slow then fast, gentle and artful. Ryan didn't last long. When he came it wasn't his usual hefty exhale, but a whisper. "Yes."

At the moment he came, full sensation returned to his body, and full strength. He quickly cleaned himself and the suit up, dressed in his normal clothes and got ready to leave. From the monitoring station where James watched, he noted Ryan's actions. "Interesting."

James tried to ignore the full erection pressing against his belly.

Ryan was given instructions to return in two days.


***___***


Ryan lifted like normal, and his routine didn't change, but he couldn't stop thinking about the experiment. He couldn't get his mind around what exactly had happened in that dark room, and he couldn't get his mind off it either. He remembered vague sensations and an incredible erection but couldn't seem to figure anything else out. His nightly masturbation sessions were even less pleasurable than usual, and he found he couldn't sleep at all the second night. The morning of his return visit to the lab, he had a few cups of coffee to perk himself up. Unfortunately it seemed to wear off just as he was getting there, and he felt more tired than ever.

James was not there to meet him this time, and the TA who did only left the suit for him to change into and left. He changed and sat down, then lay down. He was practically asleep by the time the TA returned to get him. They strapped him to the table, as before, and the lights went out. James's voice came over the speaker.

"How are you, Ryan?"
"Good."
"Have you noticed anything unusual since your last visit with us?"
"No. ... Well, I couldn't sleep very well last night."
"Any particular reason?"
"N--no, not really."
"I see."

There was silence for a moment.

"We're going to continue the experiment today in a slightly different vein, James. I want you to intently focus on the images we're going to show you. You don't need to say anything, like you did with the ink blots, just focus on them and think about them as they appear. Ok?"

"...ok," said Ryan, thinking this was just going to keep getting weirder.

It did. A completely naked woman came on the screen, supermodel hot, washing a car. It looked like it had been ripped from a car mag/porno crossover. Ryan was confused.

Next, another naked woman. This one washing herself in a bubble bath. Were they trying to see if he was straight?

Another naked woman, this one in the pool. Ryan's cock stirred a little. He had always thought of himself as straight, but dating in general had never really interested him.

Then a computer desk appeared. A lightbulb, a man's wallet, a roll of duct tape and a donut. A naked man doing laundry, then another running on a treadmill, and finally one eating a sandwich.

The men he saw were clearly models; he thought he even recognized one from one of his jobs he'd worked. They all seemed so boring, and what they were doing naked was a little too weird for him. A few more images passed, these a little more normal, and then they stopped. James's voice came over the speaker again. "Commencing phase 2 of day 2."

The now familliar helmet descended from the ceiling and Ryan heard the whirring noise above his head.

When he woke again, he felt tingly just as he had before. There was no noise and no lights. He pushed against the straps and again, he could move more, but it was only because the straps pushed firmly into his arm. His cock was just as hard as before. There was still nothing over the speakers.

"Hello?" Ryan called out.
"Ryan? You're awake?" James seemed surprised.
"Yes."
There was a pause.
"How do you feel?"
"The same as before. But the tingling seems to be going away faster."
"Good. We'll proceed with the next phase in a few minutes."

Ryan sat there as the tingling continued to subside. As before, he felt heavier all over. But now, with less disorientation and tingling, he could begin to sort through what he was feeling. His whole body definitely felt heavier. He couldn't reach over and feel his body with his hands, but he could squeeze and feel his palms. His hands were squishy and bigger than he remembered. He tried to look down but his head was tied in place even tighter than his hands. Unable to move any of his limbs, he tried to shift his whole body, and that was when he felt it; there was a definite jiggle. He did it again, to be certain. He felt his belly jiggle.

Now someone who thought or concerned himself more with his own thoughts or feelings might have gotten upset, or started yelling for help at the fact that despite having worked out nearly every day since he was 12, now had a 30 pund belly. For some reason, this never occurred to Ryan. He simply shifted again, trying to feel the odd sensation of a belly, something he'd never had in his life and now had in spades. Before he could really explore it, James's voice came back over the intercom.

"Okay. Just focus on the images."

Unlike with the Rorschach ink blots, this time Ryan knew for certain it was the exact same images. The naked women appeared on the screen and Ryan's cock deflated quickly, as fast as if he'd been trying to will it away. By the time the naked woman in the pool appeared, Ryan was flaccid again, and this time she provoked no reaction.

The ordinary images passed through. The donut made him feel hungry, but he had no other reaction. Then the naked men appeared on the wall, one after another. His cock twitched and grew little by little until the final picture. The man eating a sandwich came on, and Ryan's cock became fully hard with alarming quickness. Looking closer this time, Ryan noticed that, while fit, this man was much beefier than the others. He had a full chest and round pecs and even a little belly. Ryan's cock strained against the wetsuit, as hard as it had been immediately after he woke up.

Ryan was very confused and very aroused. He was certain he'd never felt like this before, and he liked it.

"Ryan, how do you feel?"
"Confused."

Ryan almost asked a slew of questions, but was afraid if he did they might not let him continue. He wanted to see what was going on. He remembered last time they hadn't let him stay on the table long after they knocked him out the second time. He decided to feign sleep this time.

"Are you all right to proceed to phase three?"
"Yeah."

Ryan blacked out again, but it felt like even shorter than last time. The tingles subsided in a few minutes, though his erection did not. He kept his eyes closed and waited for the TA to arrive. Ryan heard two voices he didn't recognize.

"Ryan?"

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He didn't respond. The machines continued to indicate that he was fine, but they disconnected him.

"He's fine. Just asleep."
"James says we've got to clear the chamber for the next swap."
"All right. I'll take the feet."

He felt himself being lifted and carried by two men. On both ends, he felt himself sink into soft, pudgy fat. He was being carried against large bellies. The one carrying his feet spoke.

"Thank God the other one woke up on his own."

The other man spoke, grunting. "Oh, I don't know; this one's almost as heavy, it's just in muscles instead of fat."

They placed him into a wheelchair and he felt it rolling down the hall.

"What I wouldn't give for that body."
"You know, we could always..."
"No way, man. I like this job."
"As long as James doesn't find out; it could just be for half an hour."
"Maybe, but not this time."

The wheelchair turned and was pushed into a room. Ryan felt himself be lifted against the two bellies again and placed onto a couch. He waited until the two assistants left the room, but just barely before he had to relieve himself. He was still hard as a rock and now full of intrigue. He jacked off changed and returned to the lobby, where he was given instructions to return in one week. He was also given his payment for services rendered so far, so rent was totally covered for this month.

Ryan could hardly think about anything else all week. He could barely even focus on lifting with his curiosity about what was happening and what was going to happen to him at the lab the following week. All he knew for sure was that he was more turned on than he ever had been in his life when he was in there.

Just to test himself, he got on the internet. A quick look at porn told him he still liked women. He then pulled up some gay porn and found that he seemed to enjoy that too. Had he always enjoyed it and not known? It seemed odd that a person could get to Ryan's age and not realize they might be bisexual. He wondered if the experiment had something to do with it. He decided to ask James at the next appointment.

***___***

When he next arrived at the facility, James wasn't there to greet him. Instead, it was a young man Ryan didn't recognize at first. He was big and beefy. He looked to be at least 275 lbs, and only about half of it muscle. He was clearly strong, but it was overbalanced by a large gut and round everything. His gut hung well over his belt line and stretched the clothes he wore, as though at least 10-15 lbs of it was recently grown. He seemed anxious and nervous. He directed Ryan to the usual changing room. Something seemed familiar to him.

Ryan changed and went into the room with the table. The same assistant came in and strapped him down, but he was hurried and the straps were not as tight as before. He said, "This time we're just going to run some passive tests. So all you have to do is sit there and we'll do everything with our monitoring equipment."

"Uh, I... actually wanted to ask James some questions."

The assistant looked worried and scared for a second, and then seemed to remember something.

"I'm afraid we can't share any more details then we do up front, as a part of the experiment."

That seemed a little weird to Ryan, but he did remember James saying something similar at the beginning. The assistant left, but unlike the previous times, the door stayed open. A few minutes later, without warning, the flash of light came. When Ryan woke up with the now familiar tingles and raging hard-on, so many things were different he wasn't sure which he noticed first. The door was closed and locked, which he saw because the lights were on, which led him to the next and probably most important discovery. He was HUGE. He had to be 275 lbs, at least. His belly, which rested on his dick and rolled off to the sides, weighed heavily on him. When he reached out to feel it, he realized that the straps holding him down were tighter than ever. They would probably be downright painful in a minute, when he got full feeling back in his arms. He tried each limb and couldn't move, it then tried to move his whole body as before. There was a ripple that shook through him, and he was suddenly aware of folds of fat, on his back, his ass, everywhere.

He called out. "What the hell is going on?"

There was no answer. The voice he called out in was not his own, but did sound familiar. He looked down again and it clicked. He recognized the clothes he was wearing and the voice he used. It belonged to the assistant who had showed him in today, and the one who had helped move him the last time. No sooner did he recognize the voice he used, than his won actual voice came over the intercom in a moan.

"Paul. Yesssss."

The voice echoed through the chamber and nearly hurt Ryan's ears, clearly yelled near a microphone that was supposed to be whispered into. Ryan started to realize a lot of things in short order, each more weird than the last. First, he had apparently signed up for some sort of experiment involving body swap technology. Second, the two assistants had clearly hijacked the equipment and put him into one of their bodies. Third, they were apparently using his real body for sex. Obviously, a certain amount of anger was required for this situation. But before he could get past the overwhelming weirdness of the whole thing, he felt very tired and passed out.

When he came too, he was in the dressing room, in his own body, and still in the wetsuit. He was very groggy. He noticed James sitting in a chair opposite him, looking off into space and looking scared. He tried to sit up, but couldn't lift his head very far; everything felt weak. When his head fell back down to the cushions, however, James noticed and came quickly to his side.

"Ryan? Ryan? Are you all right?"
"What happened?"
"A lot of things, Ryan. I'm going to get into it and explain everything I know, but first I need to know if you're all right."
"I'm very... tired."
"I know. But does anything hurt? Can you feel everything?"

"I think so." Ryan checked his muscles, one by one, and they all seemed to function. They felt leaden and heavy, but they all responded and nothing really hurt.

"Okay. Good. I want to go through what happened, step by step. I need documentation of this."
Ryan started. "For the experiment?"

James looked surprised that Ryan had brought it up. "No, because I'm going to need detailed reports in order to fire my assistants and make sure they never work in a science lab again."

Ryan was reassured by this. He had been reasonably certain that James was not involved in the final incident, but didn't have any proof until now. James started.

"First, you were a subject in a double-blind study on the psychological and neurological effects of mind translocation technology."
"Um, okay..."

"Basically, two people are hooked up to a machine. It reads each mental imprint and transplants it into the other body. We're trying to examine any psychological and neurological effects that might have."

Ryan had a lot of new questions, but the old one he had originally planned to ask popped into his head.

"Like making you gay?"
James nodded. "Sexual attraction and orientation was one of the effects we were monitoring."
"I knew it!"
"I'm sorry?"
"This whole thing is why I get turned on by guys now."

James looked unsure of how to proceed. "Er... I hate to give you more big news after everything else that's happened today, but if that were true, you'd be the only test subject it's happened to."

"Out of how many?"
"Well over 200."
"Oh."
"Ryan, I'm afraid you've been bi a lot longer than you thought."
Ryan didn't say anything, so James continued.

"Your first two tests proceeded exactly according to procedure, and provided us with similar results to previous subjects."

James paused.

"Now, here I'm going part from what I was able to get out of my assistants, and part from what I've deduced. If there's anything I have wrong, please correct me so I can be absolutely detailed in my report."

Ryan nodded. He sat up, starting to feel a little less weak all over.

"My assistants, instead of giving you the correct instructions for your third session, gave you a note to come two weeks from that time. When you showed up, they were the only ones in the facility. They strapped you down on one end of the machine, and strapped one of themselves in the other."

Ryan nodded.

"One of them took a sleeping pill, and shortly after, they switched the machine on to switch your minds. The one in your body then went up to the control room, where they had protected sex with you on top, until I heard noises from my office, and stopped them. I switched you back and sent them both packing by way of security, though one of them had to be carried out, still knocked out by the sleeping pill. You woke up here."

"Actually, I woke up first in the assistant's body. I started yelling for someone and heard them moan; they must have sat on the intercom."

"Oh. Ryan I'm so sorry. They weren't the most professional of assistants but there had never been a hint of anything like this or I would have gotten rid of them a long time ago."

Ryan knew he probably should be, but he just... wasn't angry. "So what happens now?"

"Well, in the short term, you should be feeling completely better within the next half-hour or so. You're probably still feeling weak because part of your mind is still telling you to be knocked out by a sleeping pill. In the longer term, obviously you won't be continuing as a part of this experiment--"

"But what if I... want to?"

"Ryan, that's pretty surprising, but even if you want to, you have no more validity as a test subject. A huge part of the experiment is people not knowing they're switching bodies, otherwise it could change their responses."

"I kind of needed the money."

That James understood a little better. "Well if it's about cash, I've just had two employment positions open up and I'm sure we could see about you taking one. It'll pay a whole lot better than being a test subject."

The conversation began to get a little more relaxed once James realized Ryan wasn't going to sue his pants off and Ryan realized he would still be able to get rent covered and get to know James. Ryan felt better quickly, and James decided to take Ryan to dinner at a Cheesecake Factory to celebrate their new arrangement.

***___***

At dinner, Ryan noticed a lot more about James. The paunch he had seen before, through the labcoat, was actually more of a belly. James was now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and the casual attire made his frame much more visible. Overall he looked to be a good 225 lbs., much of it situated on the hard ball of his belly. When it came time to order, it quickly became apparent where the weight came from. James ordered fried something with every course. He got two appetizers, calimari and crab wontons, and for his entree, a large steak with fries. Ryan wasn't sure, but he thought the waiter might have known James by name, as well. Ryan, for his part, ordered a small salad.

"Ryan, I'm buying. And you can order whatever you want."

"I, don't eat that much."

James looked him up and down. "That... probably should have occurred to me. But that does not mean I'm letting you out here without a slice of cheesecake."

Ryan conceded that point, for now at least, and as the waiter made off, they made conversation. Ryan found James to be immensely entertaining. Ryan, usually scrimping together funds, and not being a ball of laughs himself, didn't go out much and didn't have a great deal of steady friends. James didn't seem to care. He talked and brought Ryan to talking to, and before they knew it they were having a great time. Finally, there was a lull in the conversation (that coincided with James digging into his entree) and Ryan brought something up.

"Why does it turn me on?"

James, a large piece of bread in his mouth, looked very confused and very funny.

"The machine. Why does it give you an erection after the transfer?"

James blushed. "That's actually... a semi-intentional feature."

"Really."

"The process, especially on your first time, is pretty jarring for the mind. In order to smooth the process, we decided to make it more comfortable by causing both brains to release some extra chemicals into the pleasure center of the brain. The erection is a direct side effect of that."

"Well, it made me harder than I think I've ever been."

James was finding it extremely hard to be even remotely professional at this point.It wasn't until Ryan's foot, from which he had quietly removed the shoe, started rubbing his inner thigh, that he realized being professional was not what Ryan was trying for.

Ryan, for his part, had bypassed sorting out his emotional issues when he saw Ryan eating and it turned him on more than the naked man and the sandwich. He decided to pursue his new desire with equally new fervor.

James couldn't think, seeing as half the blood in his body was currently either making him hard or making him blush. Their waiter happened to walk by, and Ryan waved to him.

"We just got called away. Can we get all this boxed up?"

James wasn't sure how he managed it, but he came to his senses enough to ask for two slices of cheesecake to go with it.

Back at Ryan's apartment, Ryan took the lead again and forced James to sit down at his small dining room table. James was a little surprised, expecting to head towards the bedroom, but said nothing.

"Unpack the food."

Ryan was now issuing commands. Not barked, but direct, and James did as he said. Ryan had gone into the kitchen and returned with silverware and a plate, which he placed in front of James. James put the steak and potatoes on the plate.

"Eat it."

James began to eat at the steak, slowly. He had already eaten a lot and was beginning to feel full. He was going to need to adjust his belt soon if he kept eating. Ryan moved around behind him and James felt strong hands reach under his arms and begin to rub the sides of his belly. The touch was warm and firm on his soft, fat sides. The steak melted in his mouth even as he shivered in Ryan's hands, overwhelmed with the dual pleasuring sensations. James had never eroticized food before, but now he thought he might never go back.

He took another bite and Ryan began to work his hands slowly forward, now along the outside of James's wide thighs. He rubbed up and down and shifted towards the tops and insides as James began to eat faster, doubling up on both sensations. Ryan's hands, reaching all the way around, began to move up the thighs and caress the front of James's belly. James felt his stomach muscles relax under Ryan's touch, and he continued eating faster. The steak was gone and he was now eating the fries that came with, the feeling of fullness washed away by Ryan's hands.

Ryan reached under the now distended belly for James's belt and undid the buckle. James breathed easily and sat back, realizing that the fries were now gone. He felt Ryan come up and a breath of hot air in his ear, and Ryan whispered for him to get out the cheesecake.

James did as he was told and opened up the container with both slices. "I told you one of these is for y--"

James's breath caught. Ryan had moved one hand back to the front of his belly and the other one was rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Eat both of them."

The combined sensations were nearly more than James could take. The delicious cheesecake, the gorgeous boy rubbing his cock and his stomach, the occasional whispers in his ear... James finished the cake quickly. Ryan stopped rubbing and James suddenly realized how full he felt. Whenever he ordered at The Cheesecake factory there were always leftovers for a couple meals and now he had finished the whole thing plus two slices of cheesecake in one sitting. He was stuffed, every inch of him felt heavy and he felt tired. He offered no resistance when Ryan led him to bed.

Ryan lay James down and started by pushing his hand up under the tight t-shirt. He rolled it up over James's belly and lulled him to sleep with slow and rhythmic rubbing. It was only then, Ryan's own hunger satiated, that he realized how long a day it had been for him, and fell asleep as well.

***___***

James decided that with Ryan's strength, and only a month left in the project, he really only needed to hire one assistant, so he paid Ryan double. Ryan, in turn, ordered food for James every night, and in increasing quantities. With every night a feeding session designed to top the experience and the size of the last, James's waistline did not last. It was only a week before even the loosest clothes in his wardrobe no longer fit. James knew he had to put a stop to it, but he was living in some sort of dream. This beautiful, muscular Adonis had taken to him with obsessive fervor and was entirely focused on keeping him happy and full. He had always enjoyed food, and now it was being fed to him nightly by the hottest man he'd ever met.

At the end of the month, James felt heavy even when he wasn't stuffed. His love handles had been swallowed by a belly; his body was beginning to have folds, and his ass had grown most substantially of all. Ryan could not get enough of feeling it, but didn't seem to go any further. Each night he would feed James to stuffed and then rub his belly until he slept, but they had yet to actually have sex, and James felt it was well past time. With the end of the project so near, he thought it might make the perfect celebration. The dinner conversation got distracted along the way, however.

"The project is over?"
"Yes, Ryan, we've finished with the last test subject today. I still have about a week's worth of compiling of data to do, but I've been doing most of it along the way, and then I'll file my final report."
"But then what?"
"Then I'll be finished with school and look for a job at a research firm."
"What about the body swap machine?"
"The mind translocation technology was just my capstone project. I'll move on to new things when I get a research post."
"But... but don't you want to go into business with that thing?"
"It is pretty sophisticated technology, but I never thought of it as having any really commercially viable marketability."
"You're kidding, right?"
"... Did you have an idea in mind?"
"Well hundreds, but I can think of one that would be the most fun for both of us."

Ryan went on to describe his idea. Ryan spent more time in the gym than any place except bed, and all he ever heard about was people wanting a better body. Some people thought they could keep up if they just got a head start, some people just wanted all the work done for them. Ryan suggested that this machine could provide that opportunity. You could swap bodies, Ryan works out in their body, and then they get it back.

"It's too prohibitively expensive, plus you'd have to hold on to their body for weeks to see any significant progress."

"Then we go for rich--"

Ryan somehow cut himself off.

"Movie stars! It's perfect! Stars always have to change body shape for some new flick they're in, and I bet they'd pay like crazy to have somebody do it for them. They get a few weeks in a body they can go around in without being recognized, I work out their bodies to the right specs, and they get it back in time for filming!"

James had to admit; the plan had it's flaws, but he was beginning to see this as a viable business model. It was then that Ryan brought up the point that sold him for good.

"Ya know, movie stars don't always need to get ripped for a role. Sometimes they need to get big." He rubbed Ryan's belly intently. "And in the meantime, we'd have the body of a celebrity with us to play with however we wanted."

The next day, James set about getting the business end of things together while Ryan made a few calls to an agent he had work with during his modeling career. The agent knew a few people who knew some people, etc... and before long they had a list of clients who were interested.