Huge

What Graham first saw when he opened his eyes looked like an athlete’s leg. Then it moved, and he realized it was attached to him… and his arm.

“The fuuuuuck…” he growled in a husky voice--it was very familiar to him, but it wasn’t his.

His whole body felt so heavy. Sitting up was an effort, taking in what felt like four horizontal feet of himself. Everything felt so slow! But it was because his body was so cumbersome and unwieldy. The whole thing was so disorienting he felt the room start to spin. He slapped a hand to his head to shake out the dizziness and felt that he was completely bald.

He hopped to his feet--fuck, it felt like he had on a backpack full of rocks!--and took a look down at his body… HIS BODY! It was huge, like he’d swallowed a bunch of bowling balls before he’d gone to bed.

Graham weighed 140 pounds. He had asthma. A digestive issue made it hard for him to break down meat, so as a youth he gnawed unhappily on vegetables and tofu while his meat-eating peers got big and strong through puberty. But now, looking down at this hulking body, heaving with each breath from his big powerful lungs… He felt like he could flip a car!

“How the fuck is this… possible?” he asked. There was that deep, gruff, sexy voice again. He recognized it, albeit not from coming from his own chest.

He was only wearing a pair of (unfamiliar) briefs. He lumbered to the bathroom, marveling at his thunderous footfalls, and got a look in the mirror.

He saw Brad Hollibaugh.

“No way… is this… real!” He reached up and patted his own face, watching massive bulging Brad in the mirror doing the same things. He made goofy faces and chuckled as he saw Brad, in the reflection, doing the same things. “Shit. This IS real!” he said. God damn, along with Brad’s massive body, his macho growl was Graham’s voice now too.

“What I really need is a huge cock in my ass!” Graham said--holy shit, it was hot as hell hearing Brad say that. “This tough guy thing is just a show. What I really need is a big dick in my ass and a man to make me his bitch!” He punctuated by flexing Brad’s ludicrously bulky biceps.

He had never been so turned on in his life--and it was starting to show in those tightly packed undies too!

“Jesus Christ!” he marveled as he realized that Brad’s big huge tool was right there, within reach, and his to play with as long as he liked. He yanked the underwear down and marveled as it became a steel rod.

All these muscles, and that voice and that cock… Graham had so many toys to play with. He could barely decide which one to try out first.

As he thudded around his apartment, groping and flexing his muscles, he tried to remember what had happened the night before. It was his night off, he had ordered a bottle of wine and some sushi and he was planning on a nice night of getting tipsy and then dumping some disposable cash into a webcam show.

Last he remembered he was dropping coins on Brad Hollibaugh to get him to do pushups, crush fruit with his big biceps and jerk his dick for the camera.

And now HE was Brad Hollibaugh. The whole scenario was so ridiculous he decided not to think too much about it. He didn’t know what had caused this or how long it would last. Time to have some fun while he could.

“Hey Barry,” Graham said, looking into the mirror and bouncing his pecs for his own enjoyment as he talked into his phone. “I know you said you were too busy to hang last night--I see on social media you went out and got plenty hammered. Did you hook up with that guy you were dancing with last night? Anyway, I know you’ve never been interested in me before, but… I’m kind of experiencing a ‘Big’ scenario where I wished to be Brad Hollibaugh and now I’m him, so if you want to come over and fuck with more muscle than you’ve ever seen in your life…” Not knowing how to end the call, Graham just hit End at that point.

He probably won’t believe it, Graham thought, but the voice definitely didn’t sound like little Graham Van Oss! That was sure to pique his interest. And then again, if it didn’t, Graham didn’t give a fuck. With this body the world was his to conquer! There were way hotter guys out there than his too-pretty-for-his-own-good frenemy Barry.

Plus, there was more fun to be had than just fucking guys who wouldn’t have even touched him before. But he had to find some clothes. The underwear he woke up in fit him but nothing else. He couldn’t even slip his arm into his old wardrobe. Plus his torso was so damned wide! He had to turn sideways just to get his massive lats through the doorways.

Graham finally settled on, “sheet as a toga” and headed out the door. He didn’t care if he got strange looks (he imagined being a 300 pound bald bodybuilder was going to get him attention no matter what). There was a window downtown he used to stand at all the time, looking in longingly at all the clothes meant for athletic physiques, wishing he could some day fit into them.

“Nah, tighter,” Graham barked at the store clerk as he hit a few poses in a v-neck. He tried on some jeans and did a few turns. “C’mon, man!” he said. “With an ass like this I want these pants hugging me like their life depends on it!”

He walked out of the store in a tank top and shorts, with a sleeveless mesh tee and some jeans his gigantic legs would probably pop right through if he squatted down too quickly. Next stop: the gym.

“You BOYS gonna be much longer on this thing?” Graham barked at two meathead fratboys warming up on the bench press.

“Uh, we’ve got a few more sets,” one of the guys, a pretty stud with dimples and big pecs tenting out his stringer tank. Graham couldn’t believe how intimidated of him this guy was. Normally, a guy like this would shove him out of the way if he acknowledged him at all!

“How about I work in?” Graham asked. He gave the two gym bros a stern glare, obviously sizing them up. When they didn’t respond right away, he shoved the guy on the bench out of the way and hopped on. “If you BOYS watch closely, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

With two plates on each side (what Graham thought was a lot of weight) he busted out twenty reps like they were nothing. How much weight could this body lift, he wondered? “Yeah, that’s not even a light warm-up!” he said. “Let’s put some real weight on there, got it boys?”

Another plate on each side still didn’t feel like enough. It wasn’t until he had four plates on each side that Graham finally felt challenged. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he grunted as he pressed out each rep. He had never felt this before: the power of moving something heavy, the rush of blood pumping into a struggling muscle, the feeling of his chest flexing as weight that wanted so badly to drop actually moved under his power… No wonder these big muscle guys did this shit. The feeling was intoxicating! But nothing compared to the look of fear-mixed-with-admiration coming off the two knuckleheads Graham had so casually shoved aside.

Back home, soaked in sweat, Graham indulged in a nice soapy shower. There was so much of him to wash, and every part of him felt good to grab and rub down. He was amazed by how much bigger his pecs had gotten since the gym. “Must be that ‘pump’ these guys are always chasing,” he mused. Soaping up that dick, Graham couldn’t wait to have a go at that. He was so charged up with sexual energy from ordering around the guys at the gym (plus all the stares he got walking there and back) that he couldn’t wait to jerk himself off. It looked like a two-handed job!

He was so wrapped up in the feeling of his big strong hands on this massive cock that he didn’t even hear the knocking sound. He turned off the shower to hear someone banging on his door.

“Who the fuck?” Graham thought, then looked down at his gargantuan physique, soapy and wet, and decided he was going to give the guy at the door a scare.

He stomped to his front door, flexed his torso and threw open there door.

Barry stood there. His eyes went wide and he started shaking immediately. It was priceless.

Barry had always been a head taller than Graham. When they went to gay bars together, guys would approach Graham looking for an in with his hunky friend. Barry was ripped to shreds with those little side-abs things Graham had heard referred to as “cum gutters” before. He had a nice jawline and pretty eyes, and good lord those dimples.

But none of that seemed to matter much to Graham anymore. In comparison with his monstrous new body, Barry looked scrawny and insignificant. And as he stood there dumbfounded, his knees wobbling, Graham realized Barry wasn’t much than a stuck-up pretty boy. Next to a real man, he was nothing.

It was empowering, realizing the man he’d lusted after for years wasn’t anything special. But there were still feelings there for Graham and now he could take advantage of them.

“Get the fuck in here you little bitch,” Graham barked. It got easier and easier to talk “tough guy” in this body the longer he was in it. He yanked Barry in by the shirt collar and tossed him easily to his couch.

“Who the… How the…” Barry couldn’t even form a sentence.

“I told you on the phone you little bitch,” Graham sneered. He hit a most-muscular pose and then wagged his big cock in Barry’s direction. “It’s funny, I don’t think you’ve ever looked at me this long before. What’s got your attention now?”

“Graham?” Barry said, going whiter than before. “Is that you?”

“Hell yeah,” Graham said. He flexed his biceps and thrust his hip to get his half-hard cock waving up and down. “And I’m wondering what you’d do to get your hands on this body.”

Barry was on his feet in a moment, reaching out to feel Graham’s muscles. A light shove sent him back to the couch. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me you little bitch.”

Barry looked wounded. “Why are you being like this? I mean… I’ve never been cruel to you before. I thought we were friends.”

Damn, Graham thought. He was letting his new muscles and these big heavy balls run the show. He winced, feeling a pang of shame. He didn’t want to run around treating people like this! Since waking up in this herculean physique he had let his body give him orders. It was time to let the intellect of Graham take over. And truly he didn’t want to abuse Barry. He wanted to spend all day snuggling with him on a bed of rose petals sipping champagne while Barry stroked his neck and told him everything was going to be okay from now on…

“Geez, Barry,” Graham said. “Guess I got carried away. This has been a lot, looking like this all of a sudden and all.”

Barry got to his feet again and started carefully examining the hulk before him. “I’m having a hard time believing this but… I mean, here’s the concrete evidence!” He gave Graham’s arms a couple of pats. Graham loved the contact. He wanted Barry’s hands all over him.

“Why don’t we…” he began, making sure it was his mind, and not his muscles or his big cock, giving the orders. “...head to my bedroom and have ourselves a go at this?”

Barry smiled. He licked his lips and leaned in close. “You know what I think?” he said. “I think the real Brad Hollibaugh has never had a dick up his ass. So I’m guessing it’s REALLY tight and REALLY sensitive.”

Graham’s eyes lit up. No matter what he looked like, the idea of Barry wanting to fuck him made his heart melt. He scooped Barry up in his arms and carried him like a bride to the bedroom where he set him gently down. Then Graham ripped off his clothes and leaned in.

“That’s a good muscle pup,” Barry said.

Muscle pup? Graham thought. I’m nobody’s pup. This was the body of an alpha! But when Barry’s mouth went down to Graham’s big burly ass, all of his testosterone-charged toughness dissolved immediately. He found himself arching his back and whimpering into a pillow, incapacitated by waves of pleasure he’d never known before.

“Fuck yeah,” Barry said, squeezing lube over his dick and into Graham’s hole.

Here it comes, Graham thought. The moment he had been waiting years for.

Getting fucked by Barry was as magical and mindblowing as he’d imagined. Graham was worried his huge glutes would make it a tough entry, but Barry’s cock was built for this situation. Barry plowed away, using Graham’s huge lats as handles as he rode the biggest muscle stud he’d ever seen.

Even with Brad’s deep masculine voice, Graham still let out high pitched yelps and whimpers as he felt the sensations in his ass shooting all the way to his soul. When Barry finally came in his ass, for a single moment he felt complete.

A moment later, he felt his big cock, hard as a pipe beneath him, and was suddenly overcome by a different idea.

“That was good, Barry,” Graham said as the hunk slid out of him. “But it’d be a shame to let a cock like this go to waste!”

Barry’s eyes went wide as Graham turned around. His huge cock went all the way to the top of his abs. “But I… I don’t know if I can…”

“Shhh…” Graham taunted as he placed a sausage-thick finger to Barry’s lips. “Let your big daddy take care of the rest.” He bounced his pecs and pulled Barry in for a deep, passionate kiss, his huge tool still rock-hard between them.

Then he flipped Barry over and made him his bitch. He started slow, not wanting to split the poor guy in half, but after a few thrusts he realized Barry hadn’t been entirely honest about “never bottoming before”--he seemed to be a real natural and while it took some work, his dick wasn’t the impossible fit he’d imagined.

Finally emptying his big throbbing balls into the hunk of his dreams, Graham felt like he’d experienced the other side of ecstasy. He was exhausted but he felt his softening cock twitching as he lay in the post-coital afterglow. Holy shit, he thought. Brad could fuck like a champion! He’d be itching to fuck again within minutes, he realized.

Poor Barry didn’t quite have the stamina. Nearly cross-eyed as he stumbled to his feet, he walked awkwardly to the door with a cowboy’s gait, delirious from the ecstasy and exhaustion he’d just experienced. “I gotta… I gotta go…” he said, kissing Graham again and squeezing his biceps. “But I’ll be back… Can’t wait to have fun with this… with YOU… again!”

Graham smiled as the door closed behind him. He headed back to the shower, but was once again interrupted by a knock at the door.

“You back again for—” Graham was stunned into silence when he saw who was at the door. It was his old body!

“Hey there, ‘Graham,’” his old voice said to him. He reached out with a tazer and jabbed it at Graham’s thick pecs. It shocked him hard, sending him to the floor. Graham twitched there for a few seconds as the smaller man, the old “him,” closed and locked the door.

Still drooling from the tazer blast, Graham struggled to his feet. “How the fuck… Who are you?”

“I’m you, asshole,” he said. Another shot from the tazer and Graham lay there, stunned and helpless as a kitten. His massive limbs wouldn’t cooperate no matter how hard he tried to move them. “And you’re me, just as I figured.”

Graham’s gut went cold. This guy, in his old body, was Brad. He hadn’t turned into Brad; they had switched bodies.

“Except I never answered the door naked and wet before,” Brad said, kneeling down above him. Graham got a chill as the face he recognized as his own stared at him indifferently. His own skinny hands poked and prodded at his body. “Gotta tell you, this is weird. I don’t know how you did it, but fuck, man. This is some freaky shit.”

“I didn’t…” Graham said, struggling to his feet. He didn’t want another hit from the tazer but he couldn’t lie on the floor anymore. “I just woke up like this.”

Brad nodded. “Well, if you don’t know how it happened it looks like we have some detective work to do.” He jabbed a needle into Graham’s neck. He moaned at the prick, unable to resist. “This should chill you out enough so I can take care of some business while you’re here.”

As the needle slid out, Graham slapped at the hole. “How did you… Find me?” he said, feeling woozy.

“I woke up in your clothes,” Brad explained. He was still wearing them; he gestured down at Graham’s size small shirt and the little cargo pants he had been wearing when he passed out the night before. “Your wallet was in the pocket. I had a hell of a hangover though. I’m guessing you were drunk last night? Can’t believe that transferred too.”

Graham’s vision blurred. He tried to stand but his big brawny legs wouldn’t support him.

“I wouldn’t struggle if I were you. I know exactly how many CCs of this tranquilizer it takes to immobilize MY body, so… just let it take over.”

All of his huge muscles were useless. The lights slowly faded and Graham faceplanted the carpet as everything went black.

*

Graham woke to cold water splashing in his face. He woke suddenly--at first thinking he was staring into a mirror until he remembered what had happened: it was Brad Hollibaugh, in his scrawny old body.

Graham looked down, horrified to realize he was naked, tied to a chair with painful clamps on his nipples and a large suction tube attached to his big cock. He pulled at the restaints useless, his big body flexing to no avail.

“Trust me,” Brad said with a grin. “I got those restraints specifically because I knew they were strong enough to hold anyone--even someone with the biggest biceps in the world!” Graham jerked away as Brad leaned in and attached a ballgag with a hole in the center. Graham could breath but he couldn’t say anything. He moaned and whimpered through it. “God damn,” he said. “If you’re gonna be me, could you at least be a man about it? Whining and sniveling does not look good on me.”

Graham looked around his apartment in a panic. There was a webcam set up, pointing in their direction. In Brad’s hands was the controls to the penis pump he had Graham locked into.

“Look, man,” Brad explained. “When you swapped with me I was in the middle of a webcam show. I passed right out then and there--and lost a bunch of money because of that. I’ve already missed another show because of this whole situation. I can’t have you wrecking my business like this!”

Brad moaned through the ballgag. He wanted so badly to explain that he hadn’t wanted this to happen.

“Now now,” Brad said. “If you don’t calm down you’re getting another hit of sedative to chill you out. So anyway, I’m not sure how to approach a solution to getting us back to our normal selves. What do we do, see a doctor? Voodoo priestess? Piss into a damned fountain during a thunderstorm? But the thing is, I can’t be hemorrhaging subscribers to my webcam shows like this. A lot of high rollers paid a lot of money to watch me undergo a little light torture today. I was going to have a buddy tie me up and do a little punching and slapping, some nice penis pump torture… All in good fun. Nothing I couldn’t handle, y’know? But since we swapped, it looks like you’ll have to fill in for me. And after we’re done, we’ll work on getting this sorted out. Understand?”

He punctuated his speech by squeezing on the control to the penis pump. A few compressions and the tube on Graham’s cocked sucked harder and harder--he thought his cock was going to pop! Brad just chuckled.

“Relax, big man. You only have to undergo this an hour. Now of course, while the camera’s rolling I’d appreciate it if you did your best impression of me, but since you’re not exactly an expert at this stuff I’ll forgive you if you break character.” He switched on the webcam with a sinister grin.

I wish I was back in my own body, Graham thought desperately. I was I was back in my own body!

He suddenly felt a tingling in his body. Clearly Brad did too. “What the—” Brad said.

Graham blacked out for a moment, then found himself standing when he came to.

“--mmf?” moaned a deep muffled voice. Graham looked around his apartment. Brad Hollibaugh was handcuffed and tied to a chair with a ballgag in his mouth and a penis pump attached to his dick. Graham held the controls in his skinny fingers. He gave the pump a squeeze and listened to the big man moan as the pressure on his dick began to build.

“Well, looks like we have a webcam show to do,” Graham said with a grin as he looked toward the camera. “Don’t worry, Brad. You only have to put up with this for an hour. Don’t want to lose any of those subscribers, do you?”

The big musclebound man moaned and growled through his ballgag as Graham gave the pump a few extra squeezes.