The ole switcheroo

“I don’t get why I have to go to your stupid poker night,” Richie complained. He’d just spent the entire day at the construction site with his dad and now he was being forced into a card game night with his dad and dad’s friends.

“Cause most the guys couldn’t make it… Trust me, I don’t really want you there much either. No reason I should be taking money from my son. Prefer to get that through rent,” Peter joked with his son.

“That’s assuming you can beat me old man. You think you still got it in you?” Richie shot back. He put his phone back in his pocket as they drove to Peter’s friend’s house. Even with the 17 year age gap, the two had a lot in common. Both loved football and played all four years until they graduated. Without it Peter would have completely dropped out and would have easily spiraled into a much worse life than he had now. Even though his baby momma left him with a child upon graduation he still knew that this was a far better alternative to what he would have gotten into. His parents, though reluctant at first, were some of the most helpful in raising Richie into being a somewhat decent kid.

Richie still had the same careless attitude when it came to schoolwork. And again, without football, he would have dropped out freshman year, given the chance. But he’d learned to at least tolerate school. His red headed girlfriend made sure to at least make most of his days interesting. And right after he graduated he had a job waiting for him with his dad. He never looked down on manual labor. If his performance on school work was any indication of what he would be doing, he knew it wouldn’t be anything else.

However that didn’t mean he didn’t give up on anything. He’d taken full advantage of the school gym and gotten himself a pretty decent body. Just like his dad he was built big. But he didn’t like that large gut protruding out the front. He’d vowed to himself to never get in that bad of shape. Even though he was only in his mid-thirties somehow he looked much older. Without the construction job he wouldn’t have had much activity during the day. And the amount of beer he drank just added onto the extra weight.

It wasn’t too long of a drive before they arrived at Peter’s friend’s house. “Shit, we that early?” Peter asked as he saw the empty driveway. The long wide driveway was built to hold about 6 cars, and right now there were zero.

“How many people usually come?” Richie asked.

“Usually there’s about six of us. I knew Dominic and Paul weren’t gonna make it. But I was sure Damon and Kyle would be here… But I guess right now it’s just us and Davis.”

“Maybe they’re runnin late?” Richie offered an explanation. They got out of the car and headed up to the front door. After three knocks the door opened.

“Hey!” Davis said as he answered the door. “I didn’t think you guys were coming.”

“Like Hell I wasn’t coming man,” Peter said as he pushed into the door. “Everyone else go to the strip club tonight?”

“Like Kyle’s wife would let him even look at another woman… Please,” Davis joked. “Nah. Everyone else canceled. Damon and Kyle had something come up and I Dominic said he had something and Paul doesn’t come if Dominic doesn’t so… I dunno,” he shrugged.

“Damn… So it’s just us three?” Peter asked. Richie had pulled out his phone again, starting to make plans for his Friday night. “What about your son?”

Davis looked over at his son sitting on the couch messing with some kind of contraption. He’d brought it home today and didn’t really say anything about it. Davis knew Allen was like that sometimes but still didn’t like it very much. He just kept to himself too often for it to be heathy. Davis had tried to get his son to participate in some kind of sport or activity but he’d never taken a liking to any of it. They were similar in the same way but Davis grew up in a time where he couldn’t just sit at home and look at a computer screen for hours on end. He was somewhat forced to go outside and meet new people. As much as he hated it starting out, he had to admit that it wasn’t all that bad.

“What do you say buddy?” Davis asked his son. “Wanna play some cards with us? We’ll play a few games and if you don’t like it we can try something else.”

“Can we play hearts?” Allen asked.

Davis looked over at Peter and Richie. “You okay with hearts?” he asked. “Not really poker but it can be fun.”

“Ehhh… That’s fine,” Peter agreed. “Haven’t really played it in a while though.”

“It’s simple. Once we get started you’ll remember. Then you can’t go and complain to all the guys I took your money,” Davis jabbed.

“Oh?!” Peter gave a hearty laugh. “You really thinkin you can take my money?”

Davis grabbed a deck of cards while Peter sat across from Richard. Meanwhile Allen was still on the couch tinkering with what he’d found that day. He didn’t know what it was but the device had definitely peaked his interest. He’d found it in an old antique shop but some of the mechanisms looked brand new. The metal casing around it had obviously been a little rusted but with the little amount of shine all of it came right off. The guy at the pawn shop said he didn’t know what it was either. The guy who sold it to him said it was some kind of game, but he could never get it to work. So Allen was able to get it for really cheap.

Davis shuffled the deck a few times. “You ready buddy?” he called to his son.

“Yeah,” Allen called back. He set the device down, not realizing he’d hit the activation timer. A 30 second timer started counting down as he went over to the table with the other guys. He sat between Peter and Richie while his dad sat across from him.

“Alright, the games hearts. Pretty simple really, just have the high heart in your hand and trick everyone else. No table talk,” he eyed Peter, jokingly.

“What? I don’t cheat,” he laughed. However on the coffee table the buzzer hit zero. It beeped four times.

The four looked up. Before anyone could say, ‘what was that,’ they all felt something strange happen to their bodies. Instantly their souls were uprooted from their bodies and spun around the room. Their bodies went limp. Each soul was now looking for a body. However, they weren’t traveling to their own. Instead it all rotated just one to the left. Allen’s soul went into Peter’s body, Peter went into Davis, Davis went into Richie and Richie flew into Allen’s.

Their souls flew into their mouths, going all the way down into their stomachs. Each body shook as it tried to accept the new soul. The body could feel that it wasn’t the right soul to fit inside them. But slowly it was meshing with their new personalities. The four grew conscious again as they now stared at themselves.

“Allen?” Davis was the first to speak. However his eyes drifted back down to the young strong body he was currently in. He couldn’t help but give his arms a little bit of a flex as he felt their power stretched the sleeves of his shirt.

“I don’t know what happened!” Allen shouted. He slammed his massive fists on the table not realizing his own strength. There was a baritone in his voice that wasn’t there before however he still sounded a little bit whinny. “I don’t know.” However, he calmed down the second time he said it. Something inside him was telling him that he shouldn’t act that way.

“I’m in the fucking nerd!?” Richie shouted. He stood up from the table and took a few steps back looking over his body. He ran to a mirror and looked over his body. “I don’t want to be this guy! What the heck?!” He paused realizing he just said heck instead of hell. That word hadn’t come out of his mouth unironically since he was six.

Meanwhile Peter is still trying to get used to Davis’ body. There was something different about his memories. He could remember going to college and working on his degree. He’d met a girl in college and they’d hit it off really well. However there were memories of people walking all over him. Peter wasn’t a guy who took shit from anyone. He instantly thought about telling them off. Memories from high school where he was picked on were replaced with Peter’s personality standing up for himself. Instead of being walked all over he went to the gym to work out.

“Why am I like this! Why am I like this!” Richie’s now whiney voice brought Peter back out of his daydream. However he could tell something was different about his body. Something was starting to change. Davis’ more laid back pudge was tightening up. His belly was rapidly shrinking while his arms and chest were growing bigger. He could see some of the pictures on the wall changing as well. More decorations and family photos, with an even larger family. He’d gotten those promotions that he’d been passed over.

“Guys,” Peter said. No one seemed to be listening. Davis and Allen were too enamored with his newfound muscles while Richie was off complaining that he had none. “Guys,” he said a little louder. “GUYS!” he shouted and slammed his hands on the table. The thick mitts resonated causing a loud sound. “Somethings happening to us!” the rest looked down and realized they were changing as well. However it was more their personalities than their bodies.

Allen was the first of the two to notice. He was slowly growing less and less intelligent. He could feel his knowledge slipping away as a more brash unapologetic personality took over. “I don’t want to be dumb. I don’t want to be dumb,” he repeated to himself over and over again. He’d grown up so weak and full of self-loathing that he almost enjoyed that sense of power; the pride in his own accomplishments. But he didn’t want to be dumb. He could feel the lack luster effort that Peter had put in his studies, or how he was only good enough on the field as he had to be. That way he could brag without having to put too much effort into it. However Allen didn’t like doing things half way. He’d thought about going full balls to the wall to be the best football player the school had ever seen.

He’d trained hard and gotten a scholarship. With that his girlfriend stayed around longer. Instead of just trying to coast by, he had a plan. A way to make more money. After a year of college football he knew he wasn’t good enough to go pro, but he was good enough to train others. He could push them to their limits while the coaches sat by and gave him plans. Instead of going for business only he put a minor in nutrition. Now he had a business plan and a motive. He felt so good in the gym as he found new clients. They flocked to his confident knowledgeable personality. But also his body.

Instead of the large gut protruding from his front, it quickly tightened up into something far more manageable. Something no personal trainer would be caught in, unless to show off a quick diet plan. His muscles tightened up and the sleeveless shirt he was wearing molded around his chest and went down into his strong legs. He sat a bit cockily in the chair, placing his ass on the front of the chair while he leaned against the back. All the unkempt hair was shaved from his body while he had a nicely trimmed beard adorning the bottom of his chin. Professional and rugged.

Meanwhile Davis is still trying to calm himself down. He’d never felt this good before. He could feel the dense muscle and couldn’t help but try to show it off just a little bit. It felt so good every time he saw blood flow to it and pump up even more. He tried to calm himself down and look over at his dad. ‘No it’s Peter. No it’s Allen,’ however that wasn’t feeling right. He stared at his dad’s large imposing frame. Even though Davis was pretty big, his dad had always been bigger. ‘I could be like that…’ jealously was driving his control. He had to be in control if he wanted to be that big. No, bigger. He wanted to be bigger. His dad was just a step towards his real goal.

“Fuck…” Davis moaned as he thought just how big he could get. He had to keep that part of his personality. The dutiful one. The part that always made sure he did everything right. Every time they’d work out together he’d have to focus. Focus on the movement. Focus on where he put the pressure. Focus on his meals and diet. He had to make sure he did it right to grow even bigger. He felt the arrogance quell into a more confident attitude. He didn’t have to brag because just by looking at him people knew he was big. His body swelled even more. The already large athlete grew even larger. He’d gone to college just like his dad. But he was going to be bigger. Better. He was going to actually go pro. Something he figured his dad always wanted.

In the back of the room Richie stared aimlessly at the three guys growing in front of him. They were all so big. His hand seemed to run against his dick almost instinctively. He stared at the guys thinking about how he used to love to workout. It was something he’d do all the time. Until he was stuck in this body he hadn’t realized just how much he enjoyed it. Allen probably weighed close to 115 pounds. Richie hadn’t weighed that little since maybe middle school. He thought about what it’d be like working out in a body like this.

It’d be real tough at first. He could only focus on the real light weights. He’d have to make sure he did every exercise properly. Focus on form for a while and then he could start pressuring himself. Working himself harder. His body would start to grow. He could imagine the transformation. It’d be very gradual. Probably take several years to get into any decent shape. Definition would form. Then size. He’d have to eat more. Work out more. Work out with guys bigger than him. Memories of him staring aimlessly as he worked out with other guys started to fill his mind. They were his goal. What he wanted to be.

His hand started moving faster as he thought about their large imposing muscles dripping with sweat. Even though he’d been working out they could still do whatever they wanted to him. His shoulders may have broadened and chest expanded but his eyes still drifted off to the guys next to him. He’d play it coy but still couldn’t help but imagine them on top of him. Pushing him into the lockers. He let out a hard ‘hmph’ bringing him back out of the fantasy. “What the… I’m not gay!” he tried to defend his tough persona but couldn’t help but imagine himself being so subservient to the first guy to give him a nod. He tried hard to fight it. Think of a girl. Any girl. What was her name? He grunted again as a memory of working out with Richie filled his mind.

Those strong firm muscles could do whatever they wanted to him. He wouldn’t mind. His eyes rolled back as he let himself experience the pleasure wash over him. His hand moved faster. Running the full length of this shaft. “F-f-fuck…” he groaned moving faster and faster. Then he felt himself burst. His eyes went wide.

“You done over there bud?” Davis asked him.

Allen came out of his fantasy realizing he currently had something dripping down his pants. ‘Shit!’ his eyes went wide as he imagined Peter or Richie working out with him. “I’ll be back in a minute…” he muttered as he ran upstairs.