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I was working out at the gym like I did every Thursday night. But this night seemed a bit odd. Barely anyone else was here. Mr. Asito, the night janitor was doing his usual duties. Kathy, the desk clerk, was signing out and heading for home. Dan, Phil and Ted were talking about getting some action at the local bar as they went out the door.Of course Doug and Matt were still here. Being the personal trainers for the gym, they were always working out. Doug was an incredible specimen. He looked a lot like Marcus Reinhardt, the professional bodybuilder, but even taller. At six-foot-two he was a sight to behold. Blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, thick square chest, narrow waist, huge quads and calves. He looked just like a Nordic god. Matt, on the other hand, looked like the all-American football jock. Five-foot-ten, 220 lbs. of pure muscle. Wavy black hair, jet black eyes, bushy eyebrows, Roman nose, square jaw and high cheek bones, a chiseled six-pack, beefy forearms and 19-inch biceps. His shoulders were so well defined; he looked like he was wearing shoulder pads.It took all of my strength not to stare at Matt while I worked out. In my mind he was the "perfect" man. He just oozed masculinity. His voice was at least an octave lower than mine. Unfortunately, he made it perfectly clear to everyone that he was all man, and 100% straight. I had even hired him to help me train a few months ago, but he seemed to sense that I had more in mind than just training, and asked Doug to help me instead.Doug was a different story.

Quiet and sensitive, I had a feeling there was more there than met the eye. There were rumors around the gym that Doug had a thing for Matt, but no one ever had enough nerve to ask Doug if it were true. Matt was always trying to set up Doug with a variety of women. But Doug never seemed to take an interest. A couple of times while changing clothes, I noticed Doug looking over Matt's body a little longer than a straight guy would. My "gaydar" was definitely going off.Doug called over to me and asked if I needed any help. I said "Sure, thanks". Matt rolled his eyes and went off to run on the treadmill. "Looks like you've been putting on some muscle, David.", Doug said. I smiled knowing that my gains had been minimal at best and that Doug was just being kind. "Yeah, I think you'll be ready for competition in no time." Now I started laughing. "Sure, I'm a 6-foot-one, 170 lb. walking Greek statue". I said with a smirk. "Don't be so hard on yourself...", Doug said, "we all can't look like Matt". "If only that were possible.", I said. "Well if it were possible, I'd have a lot better luck with Matt than I'm having now." I'm sure I must have had a shocked look on my face when I looked over at Doug. I couldn't believe he was being so open and honest. "Listen David, I know you're gay. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. I just thought it would be nice to have a gay friend I could confide in. I always have to pretend to be the straight jock when I'm working out with Matt."

I didn't know what to say except, "Thanks." Doug continued, "I know you've got a thing for bodybuilders. I've noticed you checking Matt and me out on a number of occasions. I've always been flattered by it. I had wished that I felt the same way about you, but I have the same desire for bodybuilders that you have. I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from." "I do, Doug. I could tell just by the way you look at Matt." "Matt? That's a whole other story there. I don't know what's going on with Matt. Ya know, I'm going to take a walk around the block. I've got a lot of things to think about. If you see Matt tell him I should be back in about 20 minutes. Thanks, David. You're a real friend". Doug kissed me on the cheek and left for his walk. I felt a real attraction to Doug, but knew that nothing could ever happen between us.While I was working out on the ab crunch machine, I was watching Mr. Asito vacuuming around the various pieces of equipment. He had a big smile on his face. I wondered why he seemed so happy doing such a menial chore. Just then he turned to me and said "A job well done is a job worth doing. It gives one a feeling of pride." It was almost as if he were answering the question I was thinking about. Then I remembered hearing stories about how Mr. Asito was into mystical things like potions, spells and even magic idols. I figured it was just a joke based on Mr. Asito's age and Asian background. "It is no joke, David.", he said. "How did you..." I started to ask, but he interrupted, "There are unexplainable forces that man cannot fathom, but can be used if one learns the old teachings." I smiled back and humored him by saying "I'm sure there are." He knew I really wasn't taking him seriously, smiled, and went back to vacuuming.

I went back to doing my crunches, understanding how all of those stories about him got started. Suddenly I heard a loud clanking sound behind me. Mr. Asito had accidentally hooked the vacuum cord around the weight tower and now it was beginning to rock back and forth. I jumped up from the ab machine and ran toward the weight tower hoping I could stop the rocking. But it was too late. The tower started falling towards him. I pushed him out of the way just as the weights fell to the ground with a loud crash."Are you ok?" "I'm fine, David. No harm done.", he said as he slowly got up off the floor. "You scared me half to death. It looked like you were right in the path of those weights." "Thank goodness you were nearby. The outcome could have been different." "I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." "Now, maybe there is something I can do for you?" With that he put his fingers from both hands around my face. I started to move backwards but felt compelled to stand still. He looked deeply in my eyes, as if he were looking right through me. I felt a chill run up my spine. "You have desires that are beyond the reality of this world.", he spoke in a trance-like state. "The one you wish to be, also wishes the same of you. Sometimes those who live their lives a certain way really long to be free of playing the role they feel they were forced to portray." His hands dropped from my face and the trance was broken. "Sometimes the impossible is possible... as you will see." Mr. Asito winked at me, turned and left the room.I stood there wondering what had just happened. It all seemed like some sort of weird dream. "You have desires that are beyond the reality of this world." How did he know about my desires? I've never shared my desires with anyone. I decided that Mr. Asito was just a kooky old man that liked putting on a show. That was a lot easier than believing all of that crazy mumbo-jumbo.I went back to my workout as if nothing had happened, all the while feeling that something strange had just taken place. After finishing my circuit training, I heading for the locker rooms. Matt walked in just as got to my locker. "What was that loud bang I heard?" "The weight tower almost crushed Mr. Asito.", I replied. "What were you doing messing with weights that heavy? You've got to be in shape to handle that kind of weight.", Matt said snidely. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." "I didn't think guys like you were interested in getting big like me." "More than you think, Matt." Matt flexed his right arm into a bicep pose. He rubbed the peak of the bicep with his left hand, caressing it as though he was getting turned on by his own fondling. He knew how much I was enjoying the performance. I tried to act like I wasn't impressed, concentrating on the task at hand... not getting an erection. It wasn't working. I could feel my dick swelling in my pants.

Matt saw what was happening. "What's going on down there? I think your dick is confused. It must think I'm one of those Baywatch babes. You might want to have a talk with it -- God, I don't even know why they let queers like you workout here! Shouldn't you be at some sort of bathhouse, sucking some guy's cock?", he sneered then turned away. "Ya know Matt, contrary to what most people think, most gay people don't go to bathhouses." "Whatever.", he said coldly.Matt opened up his locker. "What the hell is this?" He reached into his locker and pulled out a black ring. "What's this doing in here?" He looked over at me. "Is this from you?!" "No, Matt. Of course it's not from me." "I wonder who put this in my locker?" He looked at it closely. It appeared to be made of black onyx. It was square on top, with a recessed square in the middle. It had some foreign writing around each side. "Weird", is all Matt could muster. He decided to slip the ring on his index finger. "It fits like a glove, and looks pretty cool. I'll have to find out if Kathy bought it for me." "Kathy the desk clerk?" "Yeah, Kathy the desk clerk! Who did you think I meant?" "Nobody." I knew that Kathy wouldn't have given Matt the time of day, let alone an onyx ring. She had told me on a number of occasions how put off she was by Matt's egotistical personality. In fact, I couldn't think of any woman at the gym that seemed to like Matt.I took off my t-shirt and opened my locker. There sitting front and center was a black onyx ring, just like Matt's. I picked it up and examined it. It had the same kind of writing, but instead of a recessed square, the square was sticking out of the larger square base by about a quarter-of-an-inch. "Look what I found?", I said as I slipped it on my finger. "What the fuck?! Where did you get that?" "Same place as you. In my locker -- I guess that rules out Kathy." "Are you sure you didn't buy these as engagement rings, hoping I might come around?", Matt smiled smugly. "I don't think so, Matt."He walked over to compare the two rings. They looked identical except for the tops. "This is so strange", Matt said, "they look like the same ring. It almost looks like your ring will plug into mine." Matt was right, it looked like the post on the top of my ring would fit into the hole in Matt's ring.

Curious, Matt reached over and snapped his ring into mine.Both rings started to glow. Matt pulled away, but the rings wouldn't come apart. The lights in the locker room started to dim. Then a cold breeze began to swirl around us. We both stared at each other with frightened looks on our faces. The rings glowed brighter and brighter. The glow started moving up our arms. A sudden jolt of electricity went through our bodies. Both Matt and I went rigid from the wave of energy passing through us. I felt like I was burning up. I could see that Matt was experiencing the same thing. Then, suddenly, the rings separated from each other. We were both beginning to sweat. Matt looked relieved and started to back up, but realized that he couldn't move his legs. I tried to lift my legs and was also unable to move from my spot. The rings started glowing brightly again and Matt doubled-over in pain. I tried to reach for Matt when I felt an extreme cramping of my stomach muscles. I grabbed my stomach, and clinched my teeth from the intense pain. I could feel something happening under my hands as a held my stomach. The muscles felt like they were getting tighter and tighter. The layer of fat that was there burned away, and muscles started forming right underneath my skin. I could actually feel a washboard stomach growing right under my hands. My abs were now hard as a rock. Finally the pain subsided. I stood up straight and immediately noticed Matt. His stomach had lost most of its definition. It was almost smooth... just like my stomach used to be. Then I looked in the mirror, just to the right of Matt, and noticed how developed my abs had become. It looked like I had been doing sit-ups for years. I reached down and slowly ran my hands across my stomach and felt every ridge and crevice. It seemed like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.The rings started to glow again, and soon our entire bodies were glowing with energy. Matt had a strange look on his face.

Then I noticed what was happening to him. He was starting to change. His chest was slowly caving in. It was losing its thickness. His arms were getting smaller. His lats were narrowing. His thighs were becoming less defined. His calves were shrinking. His tight waist was starting to widen and his shoulders were slowly deflating before my eyes."David, what's happening to me?!", Matt yelled in a voice that didn't sound as deep as usual. "I'm not sure, but I think I have an idea!" I saw Matt getting thinner and taller. Then I realized that not only was Matt growing, but I was starting to shrink. I felt a sudden rush of energy fill my chest. My chest was getting heavier. I could feel it becoming engorged with blood. I looked down and saw it expanding, getting wider and deeper. My nipples were growing, moving out and down to the sides. I could see muscle fibers appearing under my skin. I moved my hands over my chest and felt how thick and hard it was becoming. I touched my larger nipples and a shudder went through me, down to my crotch. Then my arms started to get heavy and they dropped to my sides. My biceps started swelling up, as if something was filling them with blood and muscle from the inside. I could feel my triceps growing, getting heavier. My forearms were becoming thicker and wider. My right arm involuntarily swung up into a bicep curl. It felt like I had a hard baseball buried under my skin. Thick veins started snaking down my biceps. More veins appeared down the inside of my forearms.

My hands were becoming thicker, longer, more rugged looking. Fine black hair was forming on my forearms and legs. Then my arms started moving out from my sides. My lats were growing. They were filling in, getting thicker and wider. My legs started to cramp up on me. I grabbed my calves and felt them growing under my hands. In a matter of seconds they had grown to over twice their original size. My quads and hamstrings were tightening, becoming thicker and more defined. Striations appeared when I flexed my thigh. I could see all of the muscle groups separating. My glutes started burning. I reached behind me and felt that they were getting smaller, tighter and more round... it was very erotic, feeling my own sexy bubble butt forming under my hands.I looked over at Matt.

He didn't look like Matt anymore. He had lost a lot of muscle mass. He was taller and thinner. His face was less angular. His square jaw was rounder. His jet black eyes looked dark brown. He looked a lot like... me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that we looked almost like identical twins. We were both very well built, ruggedly handsome looking men. Just then a funny thought had crossed my mind. I imagined that if it were possible for Matt and I to conceive a child, he would have grown up to look exactly like we did at that moment. But then ten or fifteen seconds had passed and I actually started to look more like Matt than he did. Matt realized what was happening.

"You're becoming me! Why is this happening?!" "I don't know Matt...", I said in a voice that sounded more like his than mine, "just hold on if you can, I think it's almost over." Matt tried to pull his ring off, but it wouldn't budge. Matt continued to grow thinner and taller. His face was slowly changing into mine. His eyes changed into a lighter brown. His hair went from dark brown to sandy blonde, curly to straight. His high cheekbones moved down his face, and became less angular. I saw the anchor tattoo on his right shoulder slowly fade away then reappear on my shoulder. Then I saw my old appendix scar gradually appeared on his body. I glanced down at my stomach and saw that it was gone.I continued to get bigger and more muscular. I felt my rib cage growing and stretching, making more room for my expanding chest. I could hear my bones shifting, cracking, repositioning themselves.

With every breath I took, I could feel my frame growing wider and thicker. I looked in the mirror and saw my lats expanding, pushing my arms further out to the sides. I watched as my shoulders inflated. I could feel the muscle fibers forming under my skin. They began to look like melons attached to my thick, massive arms. My waist continued to tighten. I looked down and saw my abs were even more defined than before. My legs were becoming so muscular they started to rip my cut-offs at the seams. I could feel my face contorting, my features changing. My teeth were moving in my mouth, shifting position. They were being remade, becoming straighter, more aligned. My jaw was getting wider, more square. As I looked in the mirror, a cleft slowly appeared in my chin. My nose was narrowing. My eyes were getting darker. My eyebrows had become thick and black. My brow was thickening and protruding over my eyes, giving me a masculine "neanderthal" look. My skin tone was darkening. I couldn't believe what I saw when I looked in the mirror. My face now looked like a G.Q. model... it looked just like Matt.

In just a matter of minutes I had become the man I had always fantasized about. I smiled and saw Matt's perfect pearly white teeth smiling back at me in the mirror. I caressed my face with my lumberjack-sized hands. I felt my high cheekbones, my Roman nose, my sexy 5-o'clock shadow. My dick was stirring in my shorts. I looked over at my big, round shoulder and saw Matt's anchor tattoo. I slowly rubbed it with my hand and felt the thick, hard muscles underneath it. Normally, I didn't care for tattoos, but on his well-defined arm it looked really sexy and masculine.The ring's glow and the cold breeze slowly faded away. Matt and I just stood there for a couple of minutes staring at each other. Both of us were drenched in sweat. Matt was standing 3 feet from me in my body. It looked so strange seeing my slender body in his clothes.

His big muscle tank top was draped over my tall, narrow frame. Then I saw my reflection in the mirror. It was so incredible I couldn't stop staring at myself. I was looking at myself through Matt's dark, sexy eyes. When I blinked, Matt's reflection blinked. When I raised my thick black eyebrows, my reflection did the same. When I smiled, I saw Matt's gorgeous smile looking back at me. I still felt like this was some sort of incredible dream. Finally, I took my gaze away from the mirror and slowly looked down at my new body. It was the body of a Greek god. But instead being carved out of white marble, it was made of muscle and bone. Every body part in perfect proportion, all covered in a paper-thin layer of bronzed colored skin. My tanned, chiseled chest was sticking out from me like a slab of granite, moving in and out with every deep breath I took. My ripped abs were carved into my lean torso. I put my hands behind my head; then I blew as much air out as possible while tightening my stomach. I saw my abs form a perfect chiseled 6-pack that any man would have been envious of. I looked past my ripped abs, and saw that my quads had become as thick as tree trunks, each muscle group was clearly defined and separated.

My skin looked like it had been painted on. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on my body. My calves had grown to three times their previous size. I flexed my right calve and saw it separate into two distinct muscle groups. Each a perfectly formed diamond shape. I looked back up at the mirror and swung my right arm into a bicep curl and felt it with my other hand. I could feel the pumping blood coursing through my veins, filling the 19-inches of muscle. My bicep felt as hard as steel. It was surreal. I bounced my pecs up and down, feeling the weight of my newly formed chest. I did a lat spread for the first time. I could feel the thick muscles stretching out from my torso, my arms moving away from my sides, my shoulders rising in the air. These were things only a bodybuilder could do. Only then did I realize that I now possessed the body of an incredible athlete. As much as I disliked Matt, I had to give him credit for sculpting his body into such an amazing piece of art. I did a double-bicep pose and let out a loud, deep yell. "I can't believe this is happening to me!!!" Matt jumped back, intimidated at the sight of my new found strength. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you, Matt." "Thanks David, considering that's my body you've got there, I would appreciate that." "Since I do have your body, I might as well have your clothes too." With that, I pulled the muscle tank top off of Matt and slipped it on my chiseled form. Matt was shocked that I would be so forward. I slipped on the tank top over my sweaty body. It fit like a second skin. It clung to each section of my 6-pack, my thick chest, and my v-shaped torso. I walked over to Matt's locker and pulled out a pair of Speedo posing trunks. "I don't think you'll be needing these for a while, so I thought I might borrow a pair." Normally, Matt would have beat the crap out of anyone taking stuff out of his locker, but he knew he was in no position to argue with me. I quickly slipped off my tattered shorts and briefs.

Matt noticed my hard-on, and was embarrassed to find himself getting aroused. I looked over and saw him trying to hide his erection. "Gee, you might want to go find one of those bath houses I've heard so much about." Matt's looked embarrassed, and his face turned bright red. I slid the Speedos over my muscular legs, slowing moving them over my throbbing hard-on. They were small and tight, conforming to every curve of my "package". They definitely didn't leave anything to the imagination. I could clearly see the head of my penis through the stretched, elastic material. My tight balls hanging underneath, each clearly defined. I walked over to the mirror, and was in awe. I had always fantasized about being a bodybuider, wearing a pair of sexy Speedos, and putting on a show in front of a mirror. The thought that this had become a reality was an incredible turn on. I was on the verge of cumming."Matt, your body is so amazing, I can't believe what kind of shape it's in!" "Thanks... I worked a long time to get it in shape, so what ever you do, don't damage it." "Well Matt, the body you're inhabiting isn't exactly chopped liver. For starters, you're over 3-inches taller than you were before, you're in pretty good shape, and now you are the owner of a very large piece of meat." Matt unzipped his shorts to find a soft 9-inch dick. "Whoa! You're fuckin' huge." "Thanks, Matt. I thought you might find it enjoyable." "My dick is only about 5-inches... sorry about that.", Matt said. "No problem. Size has never been that important to me." "Really. Well, if you had a small dick like mine, it would be. I've always wanted to have a huge piece of meat like this to play with." Matt smiled and started jerking himself off.

While he was enjoying his new best friend, I started posing in front of the mirror, just like I had seen hundreds of times in all of those bodybuilder videos that I owned. I did a side chest, then an ab crunch, single bicep, double bicep, then a most muscular pose. Feeling the blood coursing through my pumped up arms, chest and legs was an incredible rush. My 5-inch dick was now hard as a rock, pulsing with the rapid beat of my heart. I took off my Speedo and grabbed my pre-cum soaked rod and started pumping. A few minutes later we both came, and shot our loads across the locker room floor. We had just wiped ourselves off with a couple of towels, when Mr. Asito walked in."So David, still don't believe in those unexplainable forces?" He was staring at me in Matt's body. "I do now, Mr. Asito." I showed him a double bicep pose. He smiled. "You did this to me?!", Matt chimed in. "You did it to yourself, Matt.", Mr. Asito answered back. "What are you talking about, it was the rings you gave us that did this to us." "That's only partially true. The rings allow the transference to take place, but they will only work if both parties wish for it to happen." "You mean I wanted to change bodies with David?" "In a matter of speaking, yes." "Why would I want to change places with that gay guy?" "Why indeed?" Mr. Asito started to leave the room. "You can't just leave me like this! Come back here!"

Mr. Asito turned around, "Matt, no matter what happens, you and David will always be connected by the rings. David wears the dominant ring, which controls the passive ring, which you wear. This will make you a willing participant to any future transference he desires. You will have no say in the matter. But right now you have a much more important task you must reach deep within your soul and find the truth with which you are afraid to face. Until this happens, you will not be the man you long to be." "What do you mean, the truth with which I'm afraid to face? I'm not afraid of anything. I don't understand." "You will Matt." Mr. Asito left the room."I don't believe this is happening" "I know Matt this is pretty unreal. Let's just try to make the best of this. Let's get dressed and figure out what we're going to do." "The best of this?! My muscles are hijacked without my permission, and now I'm stuck in this body until I face some sort of truth within my soul. No, let's not make the best of this!" I felt a sudden surge of anger flow through me.

I grabbed Matt under his arms, lifted him up and slammed him up against the lockers. "You ARE going to make the best of this, understand!", I roared at him in his deep voice. I could see the fear in Matt's eyes. Then I remembered that Matt was in my body, and that I had Matt's powerful muscles that could do real damage. I slowly put Matt back down on the floor. Matt moved back a couple of feet, afraid of what I might do next. "I'm sorry Matt, I don't know what came over me. I've never felt like that before. It was strange, the feeling of power that went through me. Are you ok?" "Yes, I'm fine. We wouldn't want to damage these goods, would we David." "No we wouldn't, Matt." We both smiled and got dressed.Doug walked in right after we closed our lockers. "Hey Matt, did David tell you I went for a walk?" Matt, in my body, was about to answer, but I cut him off, "Yes, he told me. No problem Doug." "What have you guys been up to?" "More than you can imagine. I feel like I've made quite a few gains.", I answered. "In 20 minutes? What kind of gains could you have possibly made in 20 minutes?" "A lot more than I expected." I smiled at Doug.

He was taken aback. I think he saw something in my smile that Matt had never shown him. Matt looked over at me with a smirk, wondering what was going on. "Doug... David and I were going to go back to his place to talk about some methods of putting on muscle mass. Do you mind if we get together later tonight?" Concerned, Doug said "Matt, you're not going to do anything bad to David are you?" "No, trust me, I'm not going to hurt David in any way. Isn't that right David?" "Yeah, don't worry Doug, Matt's not going to hurt this body. Besides, I'm really interested in learning how to gain muscle mass fast." "Ok, as long as nothing bad happens to David, then it's cool." "So, I'll give you a call in a couple of hours Doug" I said with the biggest, sexiest smile I could muster. Doug looked pleasantly surprised and smiled back. Matt and I headed out the door. Matt was wondering what I was up to. He was suspicious that I would actually give him back his body, and that would be the end of it. He was right, of course. I had other more interesting plans in mind.

Switch - Part 2

I took Matt's keys out of his pocket and headed for his Corvette. Matt protested, "Hey, you're not going to drive my Corvette are you?" "While I've got this body, I guess this is my car, right?" "Fine, drive my car." "Besides, I thought we'd go back to my place and switch bodies back. Unless there's something else you'd rather do?" "No. Let's get rolling!" Matt hopped in the passenger's seat and closed the door. As we were heading for my apartment I could tell that Matt was really anxious to get there. "Matt, having my body hasn't been THAT terrible an experience has it?" "Well, to be honest, I have enjoyed being taller and having your huge dick, and actually you're not in that bad of shape."

"That's what I thought. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else?" "Sure. I guess so.", Matt pondered, "Sometimes I wish I didn't have to act like the 'tough jock' all of the time." "Isn't it tiring putting on a front like that?" "Yeah. I get sick of it. I'm so busy living up to that image, I don't even know who I am anymore." "I think that's what Mr. Asito was talking about." Matt sat there quietly, thinking about what we had talked about. I could tell he was having a hard time dealing with his bottled up feeling. Finally we arrived at my apartment.After we stepped inside, I locked the door. "So David, are you really going to give me back my body?" "Yes, Matt. I plan to give you back your body." "Plan to? What do you mean 'Plan to'?" "Well, I do have a few conditions." "What kind of conditions, I'm afraid to ask."

"I'm going to have access to your body whenever want. If I feel like having a workout in your body, we'll switch. If I feel like taking a shower in your skin, we'll switch. If I want to show off your body at the beach, we'll switch." "You can't be serious?" "I'm totally serious, Matt. But, if you'd rather I keep this hot bod permanently, no problem." "No, it's just that... you mean whenever you want to borrow my body, I have to let you?" "That about sums it up. If you want to have your body back you'll have to be available to swap whenever I want." Matt knew he didn't have any other options but to say yes. "Sure David, whatever you say." "I think you made the right decision Matt. But before we make the switch, I thought we could have some fun first." "What kind of fun?" "First I want you to put on the smallest clothes I've got in my dresser. Then were going to get my weight set and a bottle of baby oil and bring them back into the living room." "What are we going to do with weights and baby oil?" "Well Matt, I figured that you'd be so grateful to get back in your body that you wouldn't mind putting on a very special Chippendales show for me." Matt thought about it and figured if it meant getting his body back he'd do anything. "Yeah. Sure. I'll be glad to put on a show for you." I was surprised that he agreed so quickly, but I figured all he cared about was getting back his body. I told him where the baby oil was, and I went to my bedroom and picked up my 50 lb. weights, which now felt like they weighed about 10 lbs. and brought them into the living room.Matt walked in with the baby oil.

He was wearing one of my old Apple t-shirts that was about two sizes too small. He had also put on my skin-tight aqua swim trunks. I was busy pumping up my biceps with my dumbbells. "You're looking good Matt. It looks like you're about to burst out of those clothes." I smiled at him. "Really cute, David. Can we just get this over with?" I began to rub baby oil on my arms and chest. "I thought I'd give myself one final thrill. This feels so good. I don't know how you were able to control yourself with this body. I've got a permanent hard on." I could see that my oil rub down was turning him on. He was trying to hide his erection with his hands. "Matt, what's going on? I thought you didn't get off on guys?" "I don't! It must be this fag body I'm stuck in! It's giving me gay thoughts." "Wait a minute, Matt. If that were true, I would suddenly have the hots for Pamela Lee Anderson. That hasn't happened." Matt was really getting flustered. "I don't know what's going on. Your 9-inch dick has got a mind of it own, ok!" "Alright Matt, if you don't want to deal with your feelings right now, we don't have to. Come on, let's get us back in our own bodies." Matt was almost in tears, "Thank you, David."We moved into the center of the room. We both tried to prepare ourselves for the electric shock from the rings. We both took a deep breath and snapped the rings together. Nothing happened. We pulled the rings apart and snapped them together again. Still, nothing. "What's wrong? Why isn't it working?", Matt said. "I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with what Mr. Asito had said." Matt was confused, "What are you talking about?" "Mr. Asito said that I have the dominant ring, and that I have the power to switch bodies whenever I want to."

"So, don't you want to switch bodies?" "Sure I do. But maybe I have to do more than just put the rings together. Maybe I have to concentrate on wanting the transference to take place?" "Well, it's worth a try." Matt and I put the rings together and I focused all of my thoughts on switching bodies with him. Suddenly the rings began to glow. A cool breeze swirled around us. Our bodies became engulfed in a glowing energy. It wasn't as intense as it was the first time. It was if our bodies were getting use to the transformation. I felt like I was getting weaker, less heavy. I looked over at Matt and saw him starting to change. I could see his chest starting to expand under his t-shirt. His arms and legs were getting thicker, more muscular. I watched as his waist became narrower. I could see his ripped abs forming underneath the t-shirt. I could feel myself beginning to deflate. I looked down and saw my massive chest moving up my torso, losing its thickness. My legs were becoming less defined. My 19-inch biceps were shrinking before my eyes. I looked over at Matt and saw he had a huge erection in his shorts, and a big smile on his face.

Matt's arms were swelling; straining on the skin-tight t-shirt I made him wear. I could see his rib cage expanding, his thickening chest straining against the fabric. It looked like something out of an Incredible Hulk episode. It was very erotic. I slid my Speedo down my legs and grabbed my throbbing dick. I could feel it growing longer and thicker in my hand. I began to grow taller and thinner. Matt was moaning from the pressure building inside his tight clothes. His sleeves started coming apart at the seams. His biceps poured out of the shredded sleeves. His collar was stretching to the breaking point. It ripped straight down the middle, quickly moving down his expanding chest. His shorts burst apart, exposing his enormous thighs. Matt face was changing from my face back to his. His features were becoming more masculine, more angular. I could feel my face changing back into its original form. A couple of minutes later our transformation had ended. The energy glow around our bodies disappeared and the cool breeze gradually died down. We both stood facing each other, drenched in sweat. Matt looked like a Greek statue draped in tattered rags. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I climaxed and shot my wad across the room. I could see that Matt had also cum in his shorts. It felt really strange being back in my body. I was 50 pounds lighter. I felt a lot weaker, like I was more vulnerable not having Matt's muscles.Matt pulled off his shredded t-shirt and swung his arms up into a double bicep pose. "Yes! I'm me again! Fantastic!" He just oozed masculinity and power, even more than I did when I possessed his body. Standing there in his tattered shorts, in that muscular pose, he looked like a comic book superhero. I turned around to grab the bottle of baby oil. "What do you think your doing, David!", Matt bellowed.

"Remember our deal? The Chippendales show?" "There isn't going to be any Chippendales show." "What are you talking about, Matt?" "It's over. You aren't going to be borrowing my body for taking showers, for working out or anything else for that matter." "What do you mean by that?" "Here's exactly what I mean!" Matt suddenly punched me in the stomach. I had the wind knocked out of me, and collapsed to the floor writhing in pain. I was on my knees, holding my stomach, trying to catch my breath. Matt grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head up to face him. "I'm going to make sure you never get close enough to me to put these rings together." He picked me up and slammed me against the wall. He had me pinned with his left arm, two feet off the floor. "If you think I'm going to willingly trade bodies with you so I'll have to go around as a scrawny little gay guy, you've got another thing coming. Now that I've got my body back I'm not going to give it up!" I had never seen Matt so angry. His jet black eyes looked cold and distant. I wasn't sure what he was capable of doing to me. I knew that if I didn't want to get really hurt by him, I would have to try to switch bodies again. If I tried and failed, I knew Matt would beat the crap out of me.

I wasn't sure if the transference could work without connecting the rings first. But I figured I had better take a chance, not knowing what Matt was going to do to me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my ring and Matt's body. Matt looked at me and wondered why I had my eyes closed. "What the hell are you doing?! Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?" I opened my eyes, but didn't answer. I kept focusing on my ring. "...well, you'd be right. I am going to hurt you. Just enough to teach you a lesson, so you'll stay away from me and this ring." Matt pulled back his fist and was about to hit me in the face. All of a sudden Matt froze in his place. He had a confused look on his face. He didn't know why he had stopped in his tracks. Slowly, Matt let me slide back down to the floor. He almost looked like he was in a trance. I looked down and saw my ring was glowing. Matt noticed I was looking down at my hand. "Oh no, the ring! It can't be!" "It looks like I won't be getting that broken nose after all." Matt was staring at the ring with a worried look on his face. "We'll see about that."

Matt was fighting against the force emanating from the ring. He was trying with all his might to break the hold the ring had over him. "You're not going to do this to me again!", he moaned. I stared at my ring and spoke aloud, "I want to switch bodies with Matt." The ring began to glow even brighter. Matt screamed in pain, "Noooo!" His ring began to glow too. "Matt, stop fighting the ring, it's hurting you!", I yelled. Slowly he started to loosen his tight fist. "...I won't let you do this!" His arm gradually moved down to his side. "...make it stop!" I felt the force of my ring pull my arm into the air. Reluctantly, Matt did the same. "...can't let this happen!" Matt's arm was shaking, trying to fight the powerful forces at work. I stared at his ring and said, "I want Matt's body!" His ring began to glow even brighter. The rings moved towards each other as if a magnetic force was attracting them. "...please David! Ahhhhh!", Matt cried. But it was too late. The rings joined once again.

This time the light emanating from the rings was blinding. A huge jolt of electricity ran through our bodies. I went rigid and clenched my teeth from the pain. Finally the shock wave subsided. I could feel a huge surge of power building up in my body. All of my muscle fibers were burning inside my body. Sweat started pouring down my face and chest. Suddenly, as if all of the stored energy was released at once, I began to transform into Matt at an accelerated speed. My chest burst outward and downward, ribcage expanding, biceps and triceps swelling, forearms thickening, shoulders getting bigger and rounder, waist narrowing, abs tightening, legs and calves inflating, lats becoming wider, back growing denser and more defined. My face morphed into Matt's in a matter of seconds. I could hear Matt yelling in pain, trying to resist the transformation. His screams quickly raised an octave as he unwillingly changed back into my body. I had gained 50 pounds of muscle in less than a minute. The surge of strength was incredible. The rings stopped glowing and separated from each other. I looked down at my bronzed body and saw the sweat trickle over my thick, hard chest and ripped abs.

I was in Matt's skin again. I felt my etched stomach with Matt's manly hands. This time it felt like I belonged in Matt's body. I looked over at Matt. He looked weak and tired. He was breathing deeply, exhausted from the failed battle with the rings.I wondered to myself if the rings would have the power to make Matt more submissive and make myself more aggressive. I focused on my ring, thinking how much I wanted to be more aggressive like Matt. Both of our rings began to pulse with energy. I saw an arc of light go from my ring to his. I felt a rush of adrenaline flowing through my body. Matt held his head as if he were dizzy. The rings glow gradually faded out. "Are you ok, Matt?" "Yeah, I think so." "Good. I wanted to make sure you were well enough to start your new job." "New job?" I smiled at him with his pearly white teeth, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. You're going to be my very own personal muscle slave." "Muscle slave?" "That's right. As punishment for your very bad behavior, I've decided that you need to learn what it's like to take orders from a real man." "I am not going to be your muscle slave, David. Forget it."

Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed Matt by the throat and easily lifted him into the air. Matt started gasping. "What was that you were saying?" Matt started choking. He grabbed my arm trying to loosen my grip. "What's the matter, Matt? I can't quite hear you." I loosened my grip slightly. Matt stopped pulling at my arm, knowing that it was a waste of time. Still gasping he managed to say, "Ok -- I'll be -- your muscle -- slave." I let him drop to the floor. He collapsed to the floor in a crumpled pile. I didn't even care that it was my old body lying there. "What are you waiting for slave?! Get up and grab the baby oil over there!", I demanded. Slowly Matt got off the floor and walked over to the baby oil sitting on the table. I picked up the dumbbells on the floor and started doing bicep curls. My arms quickly pumped up and became rock hard. "Rub oil on my massive biceps, slave!", I demanded. Matt obeyed my command without hesitation. He poured the baby oil in his right hand and started rubbing the oil over my 19-inch guns. "That feels good slave. Now rub some oil over my chiseled chest." "Come on David.", Matt pleaded. "Quiet slave!", I shouted; and pushed him down to the floor. "You will call me Master when you are worshiping me." Matt could tell I was serious in my demand and slowly picked himself off the floor. "Yes, Master", he said softly, not wanting to anger me further.

He began to rub oil over my thick, hard chest. I expanded my rib cage and heaved my chest out under his hands. "Doesn't that feel good, Slave?" He put his hand to his head as if he had a fever. I could tell the rings were beginning to have an effect. "Yes... yes Master it feels very good." "Excellent Slave. Now slide your hands down to my sexy abs." I blew some air out and tightened my abs into a hard 6-pack. Matt rubbed oil across them, feeling each recessed groove with his fingers. My display of power was turning him on. He felt aroused giving pleasure to what was once his own body. I could see he was getting an erection. "Ok, Slave. Oil up my quads and glutes." Matt started to slide his hands down to my legs. I grabbed his hands in a vice grip. Matt winced from the pain. "Slave? What do you say?" Matt was rubbing his hard-on. "Please Master, may I apply oil to your massive legs?" I let go of his crushed hands. "How do I know you really want to feel my muscles, Slave?" Matt unzipped his shorts, exposing his pulsing 9-inch cock.I was feeling more masculine, as if I had been injected with huge dose of testosterone. This must be what it's like to completely become Matt. His body and mind surging with aggression, power and masculinity. I knew that the rings had granted my request. I thought I would test the rings power further.

I grabbed Matt's hand and snapped the rings back together. "Hey, what are you doing?!", Matt protested. "I'm just trying something out. Be patient, Slave." I concentrated and spoke aloud, "I want to be 5-inches taller and gain 50-pounds of muscle." "No David, please don't!" The rings began to glow again. "David, I'm sorry I tried to hurt you. I swear! Please make it stop!" The glow gradually surrounded our bodies. I watched as Matt slowly began to shrink. Matt had a frightened look on his face as he shrunk from 6-foot-1 down to 5-foot-8. His muscle tone started to disappear. His arms and legs were losing most of their mass. His shoulders were narrowing. He looked just like a small teenager. He must have weighed about 120 lbs. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power coursing through my body. "It's working... I'm getting taller.", I said in a deeper voice. My body kept stretching taller, until I reached a height of 6-foot-3. I felt my muscles starting to burn. My biceps began to swell with new muscle. I watched as my 19-inch biceps grew to 23-inches in a matter of seconds. I looked down and saw my chest expanding, getting thicker, wider, heavier. My arms were moving further from my body as my lats started to widen. My waist was actually narrowing, giving me a more defined v-shape.

My quads grew 3-inches larger and my calves ballooned out a couple more inches. Each muscle group was even harder and more sculpted than before, if that were possible. The rings glow subsided. I felt like a god standing in front of Matt. I was 7-inches taller and a 150 lbs. heavier than him. At 6-foot 3-inch with 270 lbs. of solid muscle, I towered over him. The sight of a smaller, weaker Matt cowering below me was a huge turn on. I felt incredible power, knowing that I could completely dominate him. I tightened my chiseled legs and swung my arms up into a double-bicep pose. "You will worship this body now!", I said in a deep, thunderous bass. I threw the bottle of baby oil at Matt. The force almost knocked him over. "Get to work Slave!", I bellowed at him. He was shaking from fear, but obediently followed my orders. He began to apply the oil to my massive new body. "Here weakling, let me help you reach my chest." I grabbed Matt by the waist and picked him up like he were a rag doll. He rubbed oil on my thick chest and broad shoulders. I tilted Matt sideways and grabbed his side and one of his scrawny legs. I began to raise him overhead as if he were a dumbbell. He was so light I could have lifted him dozens of times without breaking a sweat. "Put me down, David! This isn't funny." I raised him towards the ceiling about 10 times and finally put him back on the floor. Matt was so frustrated he lashed out at me. With all his strength he slugged me in the stomach. I barely felt a thing. Matt grabbed his own hand.

"Damn. Your abs are hard as steel! I think I broke my wrist." "I guess things have changed since the last time you punched me in the stomach." Matt looked embarrassed and worried. "In fact, maybe I should return the favor and see if you can take a blow to the stomach." "Please don't hit me David. If you punch me using that arm you'll probably kill me!" I thought I'd scare him a little bit. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." I pulled my arm back, as if I was going to follow through with my threat. Matt collapsed to the floor, covering his head with his thin, boney arms. He started crying, begging me not to hurt him.We both heard someone honking their car's horn out front. Then I remembered that my best friend Brian was stopping by. He was suppose to wait for me, and I would come downstairs. "I can't let Brian see us like this. We better switch back." I pulled Matt up off the floor. He looked relieved. "If you misbehave again I'll leave us like this permanently. Understand, Slave?" "Yes, Master." The horn blared again, then we heard a car door slam. I connected both rings. Then I spoke aloud, "I want to become Matt again." They began to glow again. The doorbell rang. It was Brian. "David are you in there?" Our transformation was just beginning. I whispered to Matt, "Tell him you'll be there in a minute." Matt yelled, "Just a minute." "Is that you David? You sound funny." Matt's voice was a higher pitch than normal. Matt started growing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Hold on a sec." I could feel myself shrinking. We were now almost at the same height. "David, what's going on in there?" "Ummm, I'll be there shortly..." The transformation was almost over. Brian started knocking on the door.

"Come on David, let me in! Quit joking around!" The metamorphosis finally completed. The rings separated from each other. We were back the way we were before I had started my experiment.I unlocked the door and swung it open. "Hi Bry, come on in!" Brian was shocked to see Matt answer the door. He was even more surprised to see Matt covered in baby oil, wearing nothing but a Speedo. He took two steps back. "Matt what -? what are you ?- doing here?", Brian said nervously. I thought it might be fun to give Bry a thrill. "Step inside Brian, David and I were just having a muscle worship session." I grabbed Brian's arm and pulled him into the room. Brian saw what appeared to be David, standing in the middle of the living room with baby oil on his hands and his shorts pulled down. "David, what's going on here? What is Matt doing here? I thought Matt hated you? I don't understand." Matt wasn't sure what to say. He knew my friend wouldn't believe that he was actually Matt in David's body. "Go ahead David, answer him.", I ordered Matt. "Like Matt said, were having a muscle worship session." Brian looked really confused. "Hey Brian, David and I have worked out our differences. We're a lot closer than you think. You might even say I know David inside and out." I gave Brian a big smile, trying to reassure him. "I don't get it. The last time I talked to David he said that you had called him 'a big faggot'. Now you're the best of friends? What gives?" "Well, whatever problems David and I had in the past are ancient history. Trust me. You're looking at a brand new Matt." Brian looked skeptical. I closed the front door. Brian started to look concerned. "David, hand me the baby oil and go sit down over there." "Yes, Master." Matt obediently handed me the baby oil and sat in the chair in the corner of the room. I turned to Brian. "David told me the other day that you and him had some kind of a secret fantasy involving me."

Brian was shocked and embarrassed. He turned to Matt, "David, I can't believe you told him that secret!" I tried to pacify Brian, "Please don't blame David. We've shared a lot of our private thoughts and fantasies with each other. That's what friends do." "Well, I guess I understand. But it still makes me really uncomfortable to have you standing here, knowing that." "No problem, don't worry about it. In fact, I'm here to make your fantasy become a reality." Brian's interest had grown a bit. "What do you mean 'make my fantasy a reality'?" "I think you know what I mean, Brian." I winked at him. Then I poured some baby oil in my right hand. Brian was staring in disbelief. I rubbed the oil over my chiseled chest, slowly moving my hand in a circular motion over each pec and around each nipple. Gradually I moved both of my hands down to my 6-pack. I arched my back as I rubbed the oil over my abs, then back up to my chest. I could see Brian was getting turned on. I gently grabbed Brian's hands and placed them on my muscular chest. "Is this part of your fantasy, Brian?" "Oh god yeah, Matt!" He had a major hard-on. I moved his hands down to my ripped abs. I knew Brian had always wanted to do that. We both had fantasized about having our way with Matt. Now I was making that dream come true for both of us. "Oh Matt, your body is so hot. I can't believe you're letting me do this to you!" "It's my pleasure Brian. I'm enjoying this too. How about rubbing some oil on my pumped up biceps?" I thrust my arms up into a double-bicep pose, flared out my lats, and tightened my abs and quads. Brian had to control himself from cumming in his shorts. "Matt, you're a fucking Greek god. I want to feel every inch of your body." He reached up and grabbed my solid 19-inch arms. "This is unbelievable! Your arms are made of stone."

Then he moved his hands over my lats, and down to my quads. "Oh god! You feel so fucking good! Every part of you is hard as a rock!" Brian couldn't control himself any more and finally came. He shot his full load in his shorts. "OH GOD! ? That was the greatest orgasm I've ever had!" "Well I think I'm going to need a little help in that department myself, Bry." I slid down my Speedo over my muscled quads and held out my hard cock to him. Brian gladly knelt down and put his mouth over my throbbing meat. I was surprised what a good job he was doing. He knew exactly how to bring pleasure to this body. He put his lips on the head of my penis and tenderly moved his tongue around the outside of it. I could feel my balls tightening from the intense pleasure he was bringing me. He had his hands on my quads and slowly moved them up to my glutes, squeezing them tightly. His hands felt so good on my tight glutes. He started to pump his head up and down on my cock, taking in all 5-inches into his mouth and down his throat. I couldn't contain myself any longer and shot my load. Brian swallowed every drop with a big smile on his face. I knew that giving Matt a blow job was another one of Brian's fantasies. I looked over at Matt in the corner. He had been masturbating in the chair and had just climaxed too."Now that we all got are 'rocks' off. I think it's time we let Brian in on our little secret." Puzzled, Brian said "What are you talking about Matt? What little secret?"

I turned to Matt in my body, "Go ahead and tell him Slave." "Yes, Master. I'm Matt in David's body and David is in my body.", he said matter-of-factly. Brian looked at him in total disbelief. "What the fuck are you talking about David!?" I spoke up, "That's not David over there, Brian. I'm David here in Matt's body." "What kind of shit are trying to pull on me!? I suck your dick and get you off, then you unload this pile of crap on me! I don't think this is a bit funny." Brian started heading for the door. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards me. "Don't hurt me Matt! I'll believe whatever you want, just don't hurt me!", Brian pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt you Bry. It's me, David, in this body. I would never hurt you, babe." "Stop saying that! Why are you trying to convince me that you're David? I don't care who you are. I just want to get out of here!" Brian was trying to pull away from me. "Listen Bry. Remember the time we hid in the locker room at the gym and snuck into the special shower stall? Then we both jacked off peaking through the hole in the wall while we watched Matt lathering up his body?" Brian stopped pulling away from me. "That doesn't mean anything. You could have forced David to tell you that story." Matt got up from his chair; "You guys were getting off watching me in the shower? I knew there was something up with that hole!" "David, you weren't being watched, we were the ones watching Matt! What's wrong with you?" Brian said flustered. "I told you, you fuckin' faggot, I'm Matt!" Brian was shocked that David would talk to him in that tone. "Matt, you apologize to Brian, now!" "Yes, Master. I'm sorry I said that to you Brian." "Man, this is just too weird! I don't know what to think anymore." Brian was really confused and upset. I pleaded with Brian, "Bry, do you honestly think that Matt would be willing to come over to my... uh David's apartment and take off his clothes and let you rub oil on his body, then help him get off? Do you honestly think homophobic Matt would do something like that?" Brian thought about it for a minute. "Well, no. But it's easier to believe that, than to fall for your crock-o-shit story about switching bodies!" "Bry, I don't know what else I can say -? wait a minute, I think I have an idea. Come over here, Matt. We're going to put on a show for Brian." Matt did as he was told. "Bry, you stand over there." "Now what are you going to do Matt? Switch bodied with David again?" he said jokingly.

"Something like that. Just stand back and watch." I concentrated on the rings, thinking how I wanted Matt and I to have the same size body. The rings started to glow. Matt was looking forward to the transference and willingly put the rings together. A cool breeze started swirling around us. The light in the room began to dim. Brian looked scared. "Don't worry Bry, it's going to be ok." I shouted. The rings were glowing brighter. The energy slowly enveloped our bodies. Matt and I began to change. Brian watched as he saw his friend David's body start to swell up. He looked over at me. I had become a lot less muscular in a matter of seconds. I started growing taller and thinner. Matt was shrinking and gaining muscle. Brian couldn't believe his eyes. The breeze died down and the rings stopped glowing and came apart. We stood there facing each other. It looked like we were staring into a mirror. We had exactly the same body. We each sported a 7-inch hard-on and 16-inch biceps. My chest didn't stick out as far as before, and my 6-pack wasn't as defined as it had been.

But we both looked like those men you'd see in the International Male catalog. We each had a faded out tattoo on our shoulder, and a partial appendix scar on our stomach. Matt was checking out his improved physique. Brian came over to me and put his hands on my face. "David it really is you! Part of you looks like Matt, and part of you looks like -- you! It's amazing!" "Bry, I'm glad I finally convinced you that I'm really David inside here." "What I don't get is that you let me grope your body and give you a blow job. What's up with that?" "Well, I figured this might be the only chance either one of us would be able to experience this incredible body. Are you mad at me?" "Nah. I could never get mad at you. You're my bud. Besides, it was pretty hot wasn't it." Bry gave me a big smile. "Bry, now I can tell you the whole story." I told him all about Mr. Asito, finding the rings in the lockers, and all the bad stuff that went down in this apartment. Brian turned to Matt, "You fuckin' prick! You were going to beat up David after he gave you back your body!?" "What are you going to do about it, little man?" Matt grabbed Brian, and pinched his shoulder. Brian let out a yell. "He's not going to do anything about it -? I am!" I grabbed Matt's hand and snapped the rings back together. "Oh shit! I didn't mean to hurt your friend. Please don't!" "It's too late for apologies Matt." I stared at the rings, "I want Matt's body." "David I'm sorry... NOOOO!"

A few minutes later I stood there in Matt's body once again.Brian walked over to me, amazed that I had become Matt again. "Dave, you should leave Matt in your old body forever. That fuckin' homophobe doesn't deserve this body. If he had the chance, he would beat the crap out of both of us." "Maybe you're right Bry. I'll have to give it some thought." Matt chimed in, "What do you mean you're going to keep my body forever!? That body belongs to me!" "Not right now, it doesn't. I think Mr. Asito was right when he said, Until you find the truth with which you are afraid to face, you will not be the man you long to be." "Mr. Asito is a crazy old man who is full of shit!" "Maybe so, but until I say otherwise, these bods stay as they are; and if I hear any more lip service out of you, I'll make you SO passive that you'll be afraid of your own god damn shadow! Is that understood Slave?" Matt knew when he was beaten, "Yes, Master." "In fact, while I've got this huge body, I should have something that goes with my size." I concentrated on my ring. An arc of light went from my ring to his. Panicked, Matt said "What are you doing?!" "You'll see soon enough Matt." I felt a sudden movement in my Speedo. Smiling, I looked down and saw my dick starting to grow. Matt had a shocked look on his face. He grabbed his shorts and unzipped them. He saw his 9-inch dick begin to shrink. "Oh, no! Come on David! Please!"

Matt's dick continued to narrow and shrink until it was 5-inches. I watched as my dick became thicker and longer. It grew so long that the head of my penis pushed itself out of my Speedo and was rubbing against my 6-pack. "That's more like it. I guess I'll have to buy a larger Speedo, right Matt?" "Please David. Don't leave me with my old dick and your body. It isn't fair." "We'll see Matt. I'll probably give my dick back to you, but right now I think I'm going to be needing it for later." Brian walked over to me. "Dave, that was really cool. I got a hard-on watching your dick grow like that. Maybe you can give me a huge dick too?" "Maybe later, Bry. Right now I've got other plans. Why don't you take Matt over to Ripples, so he can meet some of our friends and get used to being David. I've got a hot date with a very special guy." "Isn't Ripples that queer bar down at the beach?" Brian swung Matt around to face him. "It's called a gay bar, scrawny boy." "Matt you be a good boy and we'll see about switching back. See ya guys later. Let me know if he misbehaves, Bry." "Will do, Dave -? um I mean Matt." We both smiled at each other. Before I headed out, an interesting idea popped into my head. I reached over and grabbed Matt's hand and slipped off the ring. "Hey! What are you doing, I need that ring to switch back into my body!" Matt said concerned. "Don't worry Matt, I promise I won't lose it. I thought it might come in handy later tonight." I stuffed my erection back inside my Speedo. I kissed Bry on the cheek and headed out the door. I jumped in Matt's Corvette and headed back to the gym. Bry and Matt got in Bry's car and headed over to Ripples. I was really looking forward to seeing Doug again. I had a feeling something might happen between us tonight.

Switch - Part 3

I headed back to the gym, hoping that Doug would still be there. As I was driving, I began to feel more comfortable in my new body. It was if I was getting used to being in Matt's skin. It felt so natural having my muscular arms holding on to the steering wheel and gear shift, and my thick, heavy chest pressed against my skin-tight tank top. I could feel the muscles flexing in my massive legs as I used the clutch, gas pedal and brake. I looked up in the rear-view mirror and saw Matt's handsome face staring back at me. I smiled as I felt my 9-inch dick begin to swell in my Speedo.Brian and Matt arrived at Ripples. "Can't we just tell David that we went in, and do something else instead?", Matt pleaded. "I don't think so Matt. David wouldn't like that, and I don't think you want to get David mad right now." Brian grabbed Matt's arm and led him to the entrance. There was a big guy standing at the door. "Hey, how's it going David?", the doorman said, "...you haven't been here in a while." Brian answered for Matt, "Well, he hasn't been feeling like himself lately." "Oh, you've been under-the-weather, David?", he said with a concerned look on his face. Matt spoke up, "Yeah, you might say that. I've been feeling pretty weak." "Well, I hope you start to feel like your old self again real soon." "I'm looking forward to that dude." Brian grabbed Matt's arm and led him through the door.

Matt was surprised to find the inside of the place looked just like every other bar he had been in. There were a couple of pool tables off to the right. Neon beer signs were hanging all over the place. There were a couple of guys in the corner playing darts. "This isn't at all what I expected.", Matt said to Brian. "What did you expect, guys doing it with each other on top of the bar?" Embarrassed, Matt said "No, it's just that I had this picture in my mind of what a gay bar is like. Ya know, kinda sleazy, everything in the dark. This place is just like my hangout." "I'm glad you like it Matt. David and I come here all the time. It's the only place we can go where we feel safe and can be comfortable being ourselves. The outside world can be pretty cruel sometimes." Matt didn't know what to say. He knew Brian had directed that last comment at him. Feeling guilty, Matt looked down at the floor and said "I'm really sorry Brian." "Thanks Matt. I have a feeling you really meant that. Let's go on upstairs and have some fun."I arrived at the gym and saw Doug's car parked out front. "Good, he's still here.", I said to myself in my deep baritone voice. I walked into the gym and saw Doug laying down on the bench press. It looked like he was trying to lift two or three-hundred pounds. The weights on the bar looked huge. I knew as David, I wouldn't have been able to lift half of that weight; but with Matt's body I could easily handle it. I walked over. "Need some help with that?" I gave Doug a big smile. Surprised, he sat up. "Matt, you're back? How is David? He's ok isn't he? I was really getting worried." It was sweet how concerned Doug was about my well being. "I told you nothing bad was going to happen to David. Trust me, he's fine. In fact, I'd say he feels like a new man today." "That's great Matt.

I knew in my heart you wouldn't do anything to hurt him.", Doug said relieved. "So Doug, do you need a spotter?", I said smiling. "Sure Matt. You can spot me ANY time." Realizing how forward that must have sounded, Doug started to blush. I thought it was cute how shy Doug was. It made him even more attractive, if that were possible. Doug laid back down on the bench and slid under the barbell. I went to the back of the bench and got in position. I watched as Doug hefted the massive weight off the weight rack and dropped it down to his chest. He let out a grunt as he forced the weight upward. His upper body was shaking as he fought against the force of gravity. He was able to do 10 reps before finally giving out. I grabbed the weight and helped him put it back up on the rack. Doug looked so sexy as he laid there breathing so heavily covered in sweat. I couldn't control myself anymore. I walked around to face him, bent down and kissed him on the lips. Suddenly, Doug grabbed me around my waist and pulled me on top of him. It felt wonderful pressed against Doug's muscular body. We wrapped our arms around each other while embraced in our passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but was more like a few minutes. "Matt, I've dreamed of this happening, but I never thought it actually would." "Well, I was recently told that sometimes the impossible is possible." Smiling, Doug said "That's definitely true for me." "Me too Doug." "Matt, why don't we get cleaned up and go back to my place?" "That's a great idea Doug." We kissed each other again and headed for the showers.Brian and Matt headed up the stairs. They could hear the thumping bass of the disco music getting louder. About halfway up the stairs Matt recognized the song as that old gay standby "It's Rainin' Men". When they reached the top of the stairs they saw about forty young men dancing under the flashing disco lights and twirling mirrored balls. There were a couple dozen men standing around the dance floor, drinking, talking and smoking. Matt had never seen so many gay men in one place before, and they all seemed to be having a great time. Brian noticed how nervous Matt looked, "Matt, how about a drink?" "That sounds like a great idea, Brian." Matt watched the couples dancing as they slowly made their way over to the bar. Matt turned away from the dance floor and looked for the bartender. There standing behind the bar was the most attractive man Matt had ever seen. His face was so incredibly beautiful. Golden blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, masculine chiseled features and a well manicured goatee.

His body was truly a work of art. He had the same muscle mass that Matt used to have, but his torso had a more sculpted look. His waist was narrower and his shoulders were wider, making him look like some sort of living, breathing Adonis. Yet as intimidating a figure as he was, he projected a great deal of warmth and kindness. He was wearing a muscle t-shirt and skin-tight Levi's cut-offs. No man had ever had this kind of effect on him before. Brian saw how entranced Matt was of the bartender. "He's quite a sight isn't he?" "Uhhhh, yeah I guess so." "Ya know Matt... Kevin has known David for a long time." "Kevin? His name his Kevin?" "Yeah, he really has a thing for David, and right now you're David. If you play your cards right you never know." Brian winked at Matt. Matt blushed.Doug and I walked into the changing room and started to undress. We both enjoyed watching each other take off our clothes. I could see that Doug was really getting turned on. I was getting aroused too. He slowly pulled off his bikini briefs revealing a throbbing 8-inch hard on. I smiled at him and removed my bulging Speedo. Doug's smile turned into a look of shock and surprise. I was puzzled. "What's wrong Doug?" Doug didn't say anything, he was staring at my erection. "Don't you like what you see?" "Sure I do Matt, but I'm a little confused." "What do you mean?" "I've seen you naked before Matt, and I don't want to sound cruel but I don't remember you being so well endowed." "What are you talking about?" "Matt, I've seen you hard... you're dick is 5-inches, 5 1/2 tops! What are you doing with that?" I looked down and saw my 9-inch dick pointing up at me. I forgot that I had borrowed my longer dick from my old body. "Doug I think I can explain, but I doubt if you'll believe me." "Try me." "Ok, I'll give you the Readers Digest version. For starters, I'm not the Matt that you've always known. I'm actually David inside Matt's body."

I could already tell that Doug thought I was jerking him around. I continued, "You see it all started when I saved Mr. Asito from a falling tower of weights. He ended up giving Matt and me these special rings..." I showed him the ring on my finger and pulled the other ring out of my pocket. "When Matt joined the rings together they switched our bodies. I became Matt, and Matt became me, ...uh that is he became David." Doug had a blank look on his face. "Later I decided to switch our bodies back as long as I could become Matt whenever I wanted. Matt didn't like that, and had some other ideas. So, I kept his body and borrowed my -- I mean David's larger dick." Doug just stared at me, wondering what to make of my crazy story. "Doug, I know it sounds totally farfetched, but I swear to God it's true. I'm really David in Matt's body." "I don't know what to think. Right now I can't decide if I want to fuck your brains out or if I should call 911 and put you into a padded cell." "Personally, I like your first choice better." I gave him a smile. Doug didn't seem amused. "I should put back on my clothes and get the hell out of here, but something in your eyes is telling me not to." "That's good Doug, maybe you're seeing the real me that's inside." "This is getting really weird. Is there any way you can prove to me that you're telling the truth?" "I'm not sure." "That's what I thought, I'm outta here." Doug started to grab his clothes off the floor. "Wait a minute, I just remembered something. Remember when you told David that you knew he was gay, and you were tired of pretending to be the straight jock? Then you told him that you really liked Matt and that you wanted to have a gay friend that you could confide in?" Doug looked shocked. "How did you know that?" "Exactly. If I were really Matt do you think that David would have told me, I mean Matt, what we had talked about?" Doug pondered what I had said, "No, David wouldn't have told Matt." "See? That proves that I'm really David." "I'm still not convinced.

Maybe you forced David to tell you that secret. Maybe that's what you did when you went over to his place earlier." I was getting frustrated. I wasn't sure what else to do. Suddenly an idea struck me.Kevin came over to Brian and Matt. "Hi guys, how's it going? Hey David, I haven't seen you in here in a while. I've missed you." Matt couldn't stop staring at Kevin. Up close he was even more stunning. Kevin noticed that Matt was in a trance. "David, are you ok?" Matt finally snapped out of it. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Yeah, I've missed you too." "Is there anything special I can get you?" Matt thought to himself, "Sure I'd like to see you naked in my bed!" Matt couldn't believe he was having thoughts like that about another man. Brian could see that Matt wasn't going to answer Kevin, so he spoke up, "We'll have a couple of screwdrivers." "Sure thing." Kevin walked off to make the drinks. "Matt, what's up with you? You're drooling all over Kevin. What's going on?" "I don't know. I've never been attracted to men before. I don't know what's happening to me!" "Maybe you're finally getting in touch with your feelings?" Kevin came back with the drinks. "What do we owe you for the drinks?", Matt asked. "No charge for you. But I'm sure you'll think of some way to repay me." Kevin gave Matt a huge smile and put his hand on top of Matt's. Matt's face turned beet red. "It's so cute the way you're embarrassed by the smallest sign of affection." Matt stared into Kevin's beautiful blue eyes and it felt like his legs were turning to jello. Brian spoke up, "Well I guess I'll leave you two guys alone... three's a crowd." Panicked, Matt said "Brian don't leave!" Kevin interjected, "Bry you're a good guy. It's nice of you to give Dave and me some privacy." "It's my pleasure."

Kevin patted him on the shoulder. Brian winked at Kevin and walked away. Matt was nervous and excited. He didn't know what was about to happen. "I've got a half-hour break. Why don't we go in the office and talk?" Kevin came out from behind the bar and grabbed Matt's hand and led him into the private office."Doug how would you like to try an experiment?" "What kind of experiment?" "Well, if my idea really works it will prove that I was telling the truth; and if it doesn't work you can put me in the padded cell. Ok?" Doug thought about it for a minute. "Alright Matt, if it doesn't work you promise to tell me the real story?" "I promise. Let's go into the locker room. People going by can see us out here." "Ok Matt, we're in the locker room. What's the experiment? Don't tell me your going to switch our bodies?" Doug started laughing. "That's exactly what I'm planning to do. At least that's what I'm hoping to do.", I said concerned. "Fine, let's get this over with." I handed Doug the other ring. "Here put this on." "So now what? I've put on the ring, now were suppose to put them together and switch bodies, right?" I could tell Doug was just humoring me. I knew if this didn't work, Doug would storm out of here and never want to talk to me again. "Ok Doug, I just wanted to let you know what's about to happen. When we put the rings together the room is going to darken, you'll feel a cool breeze swirling around you, and there will be a surge of energy that will flow through your body." "Got it, Matt." I had a feeling that Doug wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying, and whatever he had listened to he didn't believe at all. "Ready Doug?" "Yeah, sure Matt."

Doug and I put the rings together. Nothing happened. "Now we have to concentrate on switching bodies. Close your eyes and concentrate." We both closed our eyes. Still nothing happened. "We should stare at our own ring and speak out loud our desire. You should say "I want Matt's body" and I'll say that I want your body." "Matt come on, enough is enough." "Please Doug, just humor me for a little while longer." "Ok, I'll give you one more minute." "Great... ready, get set, 1, 2, 3, go!" We both made our demands to the rings, "I want Matt's body." "I want Doug's body." We waited. Still nothing happened. "I don't understand Doug. I was sure that it was going to work. I don't know what went wrong?" "Sorry Matt, I know you really believed that we were going switch bodies. When you decide to tell me the real story give me call, until then I don't want to hear any more of your fairy tales." Doug grabbed his clothes and got dressed. I decided to get dressed too. I thought I might be able to convince Doug that I hadn't made up the whole thing. We heard a voice behind us. "Those who don't wish to believe, make the possible... impossible." Surprised, we both turned around. Mr. Asito was in the doorway. "Hi Mr. Asito, it's me David." "Yes David, I know it is you." "Oh great, you've got Mr. Asito in on your little joke too.", Doug said sarcastically. Mr. Asito turned to face Doug, "David cares a great deal for you. He would never do anything to hurt you. Why is it so hard for you to believe in something that is beyond this world?" Before Doug could answer, Mr. Asito placed his fingers on Doug's face. Doug stood there unable to move. He looked like he was in a trance. "You must release your mind. You must release your doubt. Now you can believe." Mr. Asito removed his hand, then turned to me. "I can see Doug is a very special to you. Be patient with him. He will come around soon enough." He winked at me, then headed out the door."Are you ok Doug?" "I think so. I feel pretty strange." "Mr. Asito had done the same thing to me. That's how he found out I wanted to be Matt."

"You ARE Matt. Oh, never mind. I just want to get out of here." "Come on Doug. Let's try it one more time, please." "You're not going to let up are you?" "Please Doug. Just humor me." "If I do, then will you leave me alone and let me go home?" "Yes, I swear." "Ok, one last time." Doug and I put the rings together again. "Concentrate on your ring. You have to want the transformation to take place, otherwise it won't work." "Alright, I'm concentrating. I want your body. I want your body." I focused on my ring. "I want Doug's body." A few seconds had passed. "Matt I feel strange, like I'm burning up." "Me too. I think it's beginning." We both looked down at the rings. They were starting to glow. "Matt what's happening?" "It worked. We're going to switch bodies!" The lights began to dim. A cool breeze started to flow around us. The energy from the rings slowly traveled up our arms and gradually enveloped our entire bodies. I grabbed Doug with my free hand and pulled him against me. I smiled at him. Doug looked frightened. "Don't worry Doug, if you don't fight it, it won't hurt as much." "Ok! I'll try not to fight it." "Give me a kiss for good luck." "A kiss?" I reached up and kissed Doug and held him tight. We continued kissing passionately when the transformation started. I could feel my body begin to change. My shoulders were getting wider, my waist was tightening. My abs were shifting position. I could feel Doug's body changing while we were pressed up against each other. My legs and torso were stretching taller. When we separated from our kiss we were exactly the same height. "Matt this is incredible! I'm becoming you!" "I know isn't this amazing!" We sounded exactly alike. I continued to grow taller and wider.

Doug was shrinking before my eyes. He had lost 4 inches in height in a matter of seconds. I watched as his features changed into Matt's. He slowly morphed from a blue-eyed blonde Nordic to a black-eyed black-haired Roman. I could feel my features changing as I watched Doug changing into me. Gradually the transformation ended. The rings separated and our arms dropped to our sides. Doug and I stood there staring at each other's new body. "Matt this is unbelievable! You've got my body! Wow, I sound just like you" "Like I've been trying to tell you... I wasn't Matt, I was David. Now do you believe me?" "Yeah, I guess I have to now, since I'm standing here in Matt's body. I've got to see what I look like naked." Doug ripped off his clothes and began to pose in front of the mirror. "David what's going on?" "What do you mean?" "Look at my dick. It's only 5-inches long. When you had Matt's body it was 9-inches. What happened?"Kevin locked the office door. "I thought we might want to have some privacy, David." Matt was nervous and excited at the same time. "Sure Kevin. Uh, what did you have in mind?" Kevin smiled, grabbed Matt and pulled him tight against his body. Matt was getting aroused at how aggressive Kevin was. Matt slowly placed his hands on Kevin's torso. He could feel Kevin's well defined abs through the tight muscle-t. He moved his hands over his thick chiseled chest and hard biceps. He could feel how powerful and masculine Kevin was. Now he understood why David was so turned on by Matt's own body, because now he found Kevin's muscles incredibly sexy.

Still, he kept wondering why a stud like Kevin would be attracted to a scrawny guy like David. Suddenly he felt his dick stirring in his shorts. It was getting hard. Not only was it getting hard. It was starting to get a lot longer and thicker too. Kevin looked down and saw Matt's dick growing in his shorts. "Dave, I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am." Matt's dick pushed it's way out of his shorts. The head of his penis was sticking out about an inch. "Oh my God, I've got a 9-inch dick again!" "It looks incredible, and so do you." Kevin passionately kissed Matt. Matt was surprised how wonderful it felt having his lips pressed against Kevin's. He loved the feeling of Kevin's goatee as it rubbed against his face. Kevin plunged his tongue into Matt's mouth. Matt felt like he was melting into Kevin. It was like they were becoming one with each other. He grabbed Kevin's firm round ass and squeezed it tightly, and slowly moved his hands up to Kevin's muscular back, then over his hard, massive shoulders. Matt's dick was hard as a rock. He suddenly pulled away from Kevin. Kevin looked puzzled. "What's wrong David?" "I'm not sure. I've never had these feelings for a man before. I can't help but wonder why you're even attracted to a guy like me?" "That's simple. You're the sweetest, nicest, most caring guy I know. I'd be crazy not to be in love with you." "In love? You're in love with David? Um, I mean me." Kevin smiled. "David, sometimes you are so slow." Kevin leaned over and kissed Matt tenderly on the lips."Doug I think I know what happened. When we switched bodies, my 9-inch dick must have returned to my old body." "Oh, I guess that makes sense.

That wasn't part of Matt's body, so it wouldn't transfer with him." "I'm sure Matt must have been pleasantly surprised.", I said. "Well David, even with a 5-inch cock, Matt's body is incredible. I've fantasized about being intimate with Matt hundreds of times. Now I'm actually him! This is so unreal." Doug was looking in the mirror, feeling the contours of his face. "I know. I couldn't believe it when Matt and I switched bodies. I've always dreamed of having a body like that. I'm not really looking forward to giving it back." "Who says you have to give it back right away?" "Eventually I'll have to trade back. It's not fair to Matt. That is his body after all." "I guess your right, David." "Earlier today I used the rings to shrink Matt into a 120 lb. weakling, while I grew into a 6-foot-3, 270 lbs monster. Having that kind of power turned me into someone that I didn't like very much." "Well, what are going to do?" "I'm going to go over to Ripples and switch bodies with Matt. Will you come with me?" "Sure. But do we have to leave right this second? Why don't we get in the shower and have some fun?" "Sounds terrific, Doug." "First, I want to switch back into my own body. I don't think I can make love to my own body. That's just too weird." "My thoughts exactly. Besides, I'm looking forward to sticking Matt's dick up your ass." I gave Doug a wicked smile. Doug laughed... "Oooh, you're such a charmer David." I snapped the rings back together. I few minutes later Doug was back in his body, and I was Matt again. We kissed each other and headed for the showers. We spent the next 2 hours making love as the warm water cascaded over our muscular bodies. It was the most beautiful experience both of us had ever had. We finally left the showers, walked over to the lockers and toweled each other off. We stared at each other for a moment, knowing that we would never see each other like this again. We embraced in a kiss.

Then we smiled at each other and headed out the door."David, how about going back to my place?", Kevin said. Matt didn't know what to do. He had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone, let alone a man. The thought of being intimate with Kevin was very exciting. Then he thought about Kevin feelings. He was in love with David. Not someone else inside of David's body. He knew if there were any chance of having an honest relationship, he would have to tell Kevin the truth somehow. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it. "Kevin, I'd love to go back to your place. But, I have something I need to tell you first." "Let me guess, it's another man?" "No, not exactly. Actually, I'm another man." "What do you mean? You've got multiple personalities?" "I know you're not going to believe me, but this morning I was Matt Johnson, a personal trainer at World Gym. I had a huge muscular body, just like you." Kevin just stared at Matt with a blank look on his face. Matt continued, "David and I found these rings in our lockers. We put them on and snapped them together. A few minutes later I was in David's body, and he had my body. Mr. Asito, the guy that gave us the rings, told me that I needed to look within myself before I could return to my body. I think I've done that. I discovered that I had kept my real feelings buried deep inside and I was taking it out on everybody else by being a pompous homophobic bully." "Wow David, that's quite an imagination you've got there. That would make a really cool episode of the X-Files. But if you don't want to go back to my place, just say so. I'll understand." Matt was getting frustrated. He had to think of some way to convince Kevin.Doug and I arrived at Ripples. We walked in and found Brian sitting at the bar by himself. Matt wasn't there. "Brian where is Matt?", I said. "Hey, David! Um, I mean Matt.", Brian smiled. "Never mind that. What happened to Matt?"

"Oh, he's having a very private meeting with Kevin. I wouldn't disturb them if I were you." "Don't worry. He'll be glad to see me. Come on Doug, let's go." We headed upstairs."Kevin, I do want to go back to your place. It's just that I wanted you to know that you wouldn't be with the person you thought you were with." Kevin looked really confused. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I find it really cute that you're trying so hard to convince me that you're not David." "Did I ever show an interest in being with you before?" "We'll not really. You said I was very attractive, but that you had this major crush on a guy named Doug." "That's the other personal trainer at the gym! David knew that Doug wanted to be with me, I mean Matt. That's why he wanted to be me. David was in love with Doug, and the only way he could have a chance with him was to become Matt. Then it really happened. We swapped bodies. While I was David, I realized that I was a gay man pretending to be this macho straight guy. Then I saw you standing there behind the bar, and I suddenly knew that I wanted to be with you." Kevin had a worried look on his face. "David, I think you actually believe your own wild story. I'm starting to get concerned. Maybe you need some sort of medication or therapy." "I swear Kevin, I'm telling you the truth!"I knocked on the door. Kevin said, "Come on in."

Doug and I walked in. "Hi Matt. Hi Kevin. Sorry to bother you two.", I said. "Who are you?", Kevin asked, "...and why did you call David, Matt?" "Well, that's sort of hard to explain." "Don't tell me, let me guess, you're David, right?" "How did you know? Did Matt tell you?" "Ok, a joke's a joke, but this is really sick. I'm getting out of here." Kevin headed for the door. Doug blocked his path. "He's telling the truth. I think you ought to hear him out. In fact, David came here to tell Matt something important." Kevin stopped and turned around. "Fine, I can't wait to hear this." I walked over to Matt. "I've decided to swap bodies with you, permanently. Having this kind of power over someone is too destructive. I don't like the person I've become." "Really David? That's funny... ever since I became you, I got to know the real me inside. I discovered that I'm also gay, and that I was so afraid that I was taking it out on you and your friends. I'm truly sorry for being so abusive and for trying to hurt you earlier today." I could see that Matt was sincere in his apology. "I forgive you Matt. Now let's get back in our own bodies." I instructed Doug and Kevin to stand back. I could tell by the look on Kevin's face that he didn't believe any of this. I gave Matt the other ring. He slipped it on his finger. "Ok Matt, here goes." We snapped the rings back together. "Matt you go first", I said. Matt stared down at the rings, "I want to become Matt again." I focused my thoughts on the rings, "I want to become David again." Rings began to glow. The room lights began to dim. A cool breeze started to envelop us. Kevin looked frightened and started to back up towards the door. Doug grabbed him and told him it would be ok. The glow of energy covered our bodies one more time. I could see a change happening under Matt's clothing. His chest was expanding. His arms started to fill out with muscle. His waist was tightening. I could see his abs forming. I felt myself growing taller, becoming weaker. I saw my arms deflating. Kevin couldn't believe his eyes. He realized that Matt was telling the truth. Matt's legs swelled with muscle. He burst out of his shirt. It fell to the floor in tattered rags. His chiseled chest glistened from the sweat trickling down his v-shaped torso. His shoulders continued to widen as his lats filled in.

A few minutes later the transformation ended. We stood facing each other in our old bodies.Kevin walked over to Matt. "That was incredible. If I hadn't been here I never would have believed it. You were telling me the truth. You really are Matt... and if you don't mind me saying so, you are gorgeous." "Thanks Kevin. I was hoping that some day I'd be able to kiss you in this body. That day is today." Matt reached over and passionately kissed Kevin. Kevin reciprocated by grabbing Matt in a tight embrace. "Why don't we head back to my place and you can tell me the entire story. Then afterwards, who knows?" "Sure thing Kevin. See you later guys." Matt and Kevin heading out the door."Well Doug, I guess I'd better head back to the gym and return the rings to Mr. Asito." "I'll go with you David." On the way back to the gym, Doug and I started to talk. "David, I much as wish you were still in Matt's body, I think you made the right decision by switching back with him. You were living in a fantasy world, even though it was a wonderful fantasy, it was just that... a fantasy." "I know. I'm really going to miss having those awesome muscles and that handsome face." "David, you're handsome in your own way. You're a really sweet, caring guy. Don't forget that." I grabbed Doug's hand. "I won't Doug. Thanks."We arrived at the gym and walked into the locker room. There sweeping up the floor was Mr. Asito. "Hi Doug. Hi David. I see you've returned to your body. Very interesting." "I didn't like the person I had become when I had the power of the rings, so I came back here to return them to you." I handed Mr. Asito the rings. "Very impressive David. That kind of power can corrupt the most noble of people. It is a wise man that makes the difficult choice that will benefit him down the road of life." "Thank you, Mr. Asito." "Please, call me Daniel." "Ok, Daniel. I just wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity to live out a terrific fantasy." "It was my pleasure David. But this fantasy is not over quite yet." "What do you mean?" "To reward you for your truly unselfish act, I want you to put the rings together one last time." Mr. Asito placed one ring on each of my hands. He turned me to face the full length mirror. "Now David, join the rings." I looked over at Doug for his opinion.

Doug smiled and shook his head. I looked down and snapped the rings together. Mr. Asito held his hands over the rings and spoke a lengthy incantation. His hands started to glow with a bluish-white aura. A bolt of energy went from his hands into the rings. The rings began to ebb and flow with the blue and white glow. Slowly the glow made it's way up my arms, over my shoulders, up to my neck. It gradually covered my face. I looked in the mirror and saw it move down my torso until it enveloped my entire body. The lights flickered then went completely out. The only light in the room was emanating from my body. I could feel a cool breeze swirling around me. Mr. Asito spoke, "Now it shall begin."I looked in the mirror and saw my body start to change. All of the fat around my waist slowing began to disappear. In about 30 seconds, I was totally lean. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on my body. I looked like the volleyball players I had always admired at the beach. I thought it was nice that Mr. Asito had given me the gift of a lean fit body. I took off my shirt and waited for the glow to subside, but it didn't.

The glowing started to get even brighter. My waist began to narrow and tighten. I could see my oblique muscles developing on my sides. My stomach started to flatten. I rubbed my stomach with my hand and felt a six-pack of abs forming right under my skin. I watched as they slowly grew out from my tightening torso. My abs were now hard as a rock. "Doug, look what's happening to me! Look at my abs!" "I know David. It's incredible!" My rib cage was expanding. My chest started to grow outward and down. I could feel the muscle forming, getting thicker. It felt like I had two slabs of stone attached to my body. In a matter of seconds, I had a massive chiseled chest hanging over my ripped abs. Then my arms started to move away from my sides. My lats were growing at an accelerated rate. My arms were hanging at least a foot away from my waist. My shoulders started to burn. I looked to my right and saw my shoulder swelling with muscle. Then my 13-inch arms expanded to a solid 19-inches. My forearms thickened.

I looked down and watched my legs as they continued to grow. My quads and hamstrings blossomed out. Becoming full and thick. The huge muscles looked like they were carved into my leg. When I flexed my thigh I could see all of the muscle groups separate. My calves suddenly ballooned to 3-times their size. "It is not over, look in the mirror, David." Mr. Asito requested. I looked up and saw my face changing. My jaw-line was becoming more angular. My chin was more square. My nose was narrowing, becoming straighter. My cheekbones were moving up my face. My lips were becoming more sensual, fuller. My eye color changed from a brownish grey to a crystal clear sky blue. My eyebrows filled in, looking thicker and making my eyes look even more sexy. When I smiled I saw 32 perfect teeth smiling back at me. Then as quickly as it began, it had ended. The breeze died down. The lights gradually came back on. The glow encompassing my body vanished. "The transformation has finished.", Mr. Asito has proclaimed. I stared at my image in the mirror. I was even a more spectacular specimen that Matt. I couldn't believe it was actually me. Then I wondered, "Daniel who have I become? I didn't have the ring connected to anyone else.", I said in a much deeper voice. "This is the real you, David. Standing before you is what you would have become if only the best parts of you had been able to develop.

The rings filtered out the worst parts of your genetic code, leaving you with what you see before you." "I think I understand." Doug walked over. "David, you look amazing! You're even larger than me!" "I know. This is unbelievable." "I think the two of you have a lot to discuss." Mr. Asito winked and smiled. I handed Mr. Asito the rings and gave him a big bear hug. I turned to Doug, "You know I love you, Doug. Do you think you can learn to love the new me?" "There's only one way to find out." Doug put his hands on my face and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "I think I might be able to used to the new you!" Doug had a big smile on his face. We both laughed. Then we put our arms around each other's waist and headed out the door together. Doug and I had a feeling this was the beginning of something wonderful.

-- The End --

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Managing 2

Summary: Thirteen years have passed. Both Dory and Michael are thirteen, and almost thirteen respectively. Dory’s birthday’s in a couple of months. School is hectic. The joys of raising teens. And then comes one more surprise for the household. How will they handle this? Are they too old?

Now onto the story:

Thirteen years passed so quickly, that it seemed like merely blinking had brought teens into existence at the red brick house with the white picket fence. As usual, with teens, the house was in chaos. “Phil?” Dan called out.

“Yeah?” Phil questioned.

“Where’s my hair straightener?” Dan asked.

“I thought you didn’t straighten your hair anymore?” Phil asked, as he and Dan almost collided in the hallway.

“Only for important meetings, and I’ve got a doozy today, our schedules are overflowing, and we’ve got kids to wake up,” Dan answered.

Phil sniffed the air,

“I think I know where the spare hair straightener ended up.” Phil went up the stairs, and went to where Michael’s room was at.

Michael was just about to turn thirteen in a few weeks and was showing his mischievousness. When Phil entered the room, he found the straightener plugged into the wall, and a Barbie’s face smashed against the hot part.

“Michael Lester-Howell; how many times have we told you no setting things on fire in the house?” Phil yelped out.

“Too many times to count,” Michael grinned up at Phil.

“Unplug that, and give it to your Papa, and give the Barbie back to your sister,” Phil said, as the straightener dropped out of Michael’s hand and landed near his father’s trainer.

“Do Not set another pair of trainers on fire either,” Phil said, as he watched Michael unplug the instrument and hand it to him.

“Thank you,” Phil said, and went back down the stairs.

“That Was A Collector’s Edition BARBIE!!!!” A cry of anger rent the air, and Phil closed his eyes, and opened them, when he met Dan down in the foyer.

“Here you go,” Phil handed Dan, the hair straightener.

“Why’s there a chunk of plastic on here? Can’t I just use one of your straighteners?” Dan asked.

“Well, our son was being a sneaky-snek and he melted one of the Barbies’ faces. According to our daughter, she was a collectors’ item….IDK,” Phil shrugged his shoulders.

“And yeah, what’s mine is yours. Go ahead and use my straightener,” Phil said.

Dory collected action figures, and little figurines along with her various Barbies from around the world. She had a Dutch one, a Spanish one, and a British one. Michael was into the consoles and games part of his genetics makeup. Soon, he’d probably be vlogging and making videos of his own.

A little while later, Dory came down the stairs, a curtain of her strawberry red hair was hiding half her face, and her arms were crossed as she was looking at the ground.

“It was the Barbie I got for Christmas from Grandma Catherine,” Dory pouted, and she looked with tear filled brown eyes up at her two fathers.

“The vintage one?” Dan prompted. Dory nodded, and her shoulders slumped a little.

“C’mon, let’s get some breakfast in you. Your Papa Bear is going to an important meeting at the YouTube office, and we’re driving you to school. Like usual. But I get to be here, and pick you up from school,” Phil outlined the plan for the day, as he took Dory’s shoulders and guided her through to the kitchen.

She allowed herself to be seated, and put both of her elbows on the table. Phil, gently pushed them off. She put her hands in her lap instead.

“Dada!” She huffed. Whenever she was beyond angry that babyish word was uttered.

“I seem to remember a two year old of mine putting her Barbies’ faces near our scented candles. The sprinklers came on, and it was a right mess,” Phil started, and turned his head to face her.

“I know. But I was two! He’s thirteen,” Dory argued. She was the most laid back of them all.

The peacemaker. Michael was a bit hot headed, and yet he was always cracking jokes and things.

“He’s also full of testosterone. Unfortunately Dan’s predictions didn’t come true and he didn’t want to wear sparkly heels or a sparkling tutu,” Phil answered.

“Well at least he wasn’t forced to identify himself,” Dory nodded.

“You’ll still have time to figure yourself out. You can do whatever you want. Within reason and no going to jail,” Phil said, placing a plate in front of his daughter.

Michael sauntered in a few moments later. Dory glanced up and gave a slight glare at her sibling.

“Why did you destroy my priceless Barbie?” Dory bluntly asked, sounding a bit like Dan.

“It was there, and the straightener was there, so I experimented,” Michael answered, as he dug into his own breakfast.

“Stop teasing your sister,” Phil set down a third plate

. “Sorry,” Michael said.

“You’ll have to replace it you know,” Dan came in straightening his tie, and leaning down a little, and over to kiss Phil’s cheek.

“I will,” Michael said.

“What’s the important meeting about Papa Bear?” Dory asked.

Dan made a face, “Adult things.”

“Ewwww,” Phil sympathised.

“Well you’re lucky they only wanted to see me about my content. I dunno why. I don’t fuckin’ swear anymore. Which is a goddamned shame, because I’m pretty damned good at swearing. They’re dumb asses sometimes….Kids, don’t you ever repeat what I just said,” Dan wagged a finger at both of his and Phil’s children.

“Repeat what?” Michael innocently asked.

“I didn’t hear a thing,” Dory softly replied.

They finished their breakfasts, and hurried out the door.

“First things first, stay in school, eat the lunches, make friends, and no bullying,” Dan said as he white knuckled the steering wheel of their car, and tried to navigate London traffic.

“We could’ve taken the Tube,” Michael piped up.

“Do you want to be in a cramped space and having weirdoes try to strike up a conversation with you? And wonder why the seats are so damp? My answer is ‘no you don’t’,” Dan said, answering his own rhetorical question.

“Watch It Asshole! Learn How To Drive You Twat!” Dan yelled, his road rage rearing its ugly head.

“Calm down,” Phil tried to reassure his partner.

“Don’t Tell Me To Fuckin’ Calm Down….” Dan retorted.

“You know we could’ve hitched a ride with Uncle Martyn and Aunt Cornelia,” Michael interrupted again.

“They’re getting their flat ready for the new baby,” Phil said.

“Oh yeah, I can’t believe they adopted,” Dory answered.

“I’m gonna be the best uncle Ever!” Phil looked absolutely beatific, clasping his hands in front of him.

Meantime there was a Michael vs. Dory going on in the back seat.

“Watch it, I’m gonna cream you,” Michael said through gritted teeth, as he moved his game about.

“It’s gonna be my victory!” Dory responded and she gritted her own teeth.

“We’re neck and neck. I’m about to toot you,” Dory said.

“Don’t toot me, I’m nearly up your butt,” Michael responded.

“Please don’t use those words,” Phil pleaded.

“It’s bad enough that we used those words before,” Dan shook his head and honked at another car that was daring to come into their lane.

“I win!” Dory raised her hands in victory.

“Tomorrow you won’t be so lucky little sister,” Michael promised and punched her shoulder, in a playful way.

“Ouch!” Dory punched him back.

“Hey, hey, less being rough,” Phil intervened.

“And we’re at the school. Kiss-kiss, hug-hug. Stay in school. No being bullies, no being a smart-ass. Answer any questions the professors have for you….” Dan spouted as he unlocked the back door of the car, and the two put on their school backpacks.

“So much for my social life,” Michael muttered.

He disliked school. He was always bored.

“I didn’t know you had a social life,” Phil ‘innocently’ said.

“What’s a social life?” Dan asked.

“Bye kids!” Phil made the two give him a hug, and then their parents were gone.

“Shit,” Michael muttered.

“Don’t say that,” Dory went off to find her nerdy-geeky friends. Michael went to find his own group of friends.

Later that afternoon….

As the tweens waited for Phil to pick them up, Dory felt a bit uncomfortable, and sticky. Why? She hopped off the concrete step, and went into some bushes. Michael, who was playing video games, didn’t even see her go.

She felt her trousers, which thank goodness, were black so they didn’t show anything. She drew her fingers towards her face, and gasped. She was bleeding. She was just about to go back to waiting when their car pulled up and Phil honked the horn. She hurried out of the bushes, and slunk into the backseat. She took out her phone and messaged someone:

“Text me back! Emergency! Dory.” She put her phone back in her pocket, and started answering her dad’s questions about school.

“How was it today? Anything exciting happen?” Phil asked.

“Not really,” Michael answered.

“No,” Dory responded, which was unusual because she was usually a lot happier about being in school.

“Are you okay Dory?” Phil asked, a worried frown on his face.

“I’m fine. I think. I….” She looked out the window not finishing her sentence.

“You’re not coming down with anything are you? I’ll take your temperature when we get to our house,” Phil continued.

“Dada,” Dory sighed, and crossed her arms.

“Alright I won’t pry anymore,” Phil promised.

Luckily when they got to the house, Dan had gotten a ride home and was waiting for them, wearing his usual black attire and his hair was in waves again.

“Hi Papa,” both children gave Dan a hug, whilst Phil kissed Dan’s cheek, and hugged him tightly.

“I’ve got to go to my room,” Dory nearly fled the scene.

“What’s up with her?” Dan asked.

Their usually semi-social daughter was not acting like herself. Presently a few rapid knocks and a ringing of their doorbell sounded. Phil went to open it, and came face to face with Cornelia and Louise.

“Where’s Dorothy Cate?” Louise asked. She had always called Dory, Dorothy Cate.

“In her room?” Phil gave his almost sister in law and best friend a confused look after ushering them inside.

“Great! Cornelia? You got the stuff?” Louise asked.

“Right here. We’ll see ourselves through,” Cornelia said.

“Alright….” Phil’s voice trailed off. “I’m not….Are you? What’s going on?” Phil trailed behind the other two most important women in his life.

Nobody would ever replace Catherine.

“It’s personal and I don’t think you’d fully understand it,” Cornelia answered and lovingly pinched Phil’s cheek.

“Ow,” Phil rubbed his cheek still looking confused. The two knocked simultaneously on the door.

“Dorothy Cate?” Louise asked.

“We’re here Sweetie,” Cornelia’s soft voice penetrated the wooden door.

It opened a crack and a brown eye peeked out.

“Aunty Nikki, Louie? Come on inside,” She opened it wider for the two women.

“We’ve got the things, and Louise promised to help me teach you,” Cornelia said, as she shut the door in Phil’s face.

“What is going on?” Phil knocked on the door, and jiggled the knob, but it was locked.

“Come on you can tell me,” Phil pleaded.

Cornelia stuck her head out and gave Phil an epically sisterly glare. “Unless you know anything about the female body, up to and including what we have to go through every month, then I’ll let you in. Until then, go find your partner,” Cornelia pointed towards the lounge.

“Is she? Are you here because she….she’s….Oh….Oh...Ohhhhh!!!!” Phil put two hands to his mouth and then backtracked and went into the lounge.

“Well so much for not telling him,” Louise sighed as the two turned their attention back to Dory.

“Honey….” Cornelia wrapped her niece into a tight hug. Louise went about taking the sheets off the bed.

“Will it hurt any less as I grow up?” Dory asked through tear filled eyes.

“No,” Louise bluntly said.

“Unless you get pregnant, and then it goes away for a while,” Louise amended.

“Like when Darcy was a baby?” Dory gulped.

“Well in a way,” Louise nodded.

“Now you’ll have to do something for us. Can you get to the big bathroom? We’ve added instructions on the lid of the box,” Cornelia handed Dory a bright blue box.

“I’ll try. What are these?” Dory asked, as she inspected the box.

“Tampons,” the ladies said in unison.

“I’ll come with you. I’ll guard the bathroom, so no pesky boy will get near you,” Cornelia said in a decisive voice.

“Besides you’ve got to collect the clothes Corey,” Louise added.

“I’ll need a new outfit?” Dory asked.

“Yes indeed. Pick out your favorite item of clothing to wear and new pants,” Louise instructed.

“And a towel, you’ll need a shower, or a bath if you prefer,” Cornelia said, taking her niece’s hand and kissing the top of her head.

“Come on then. Louise have you got it from here?” Cornelia asked as she led Dory out of the door. “Of course I do. I’ll even make the others toe the line,” Louise promised. “See that you do,” Cornelia’s parting words were almost swallowed by the closing of the door.

They were met by three silent males. All watching hers and Dory’s movements.

“We need to talk Nikki,” Dan said, his mouth in a firm straight line.

“In a moment. I’m a bit busy,” Cornelia nudged Dory inside the bathroom.

Just then Louise bustled through with the linens. “Out of the way boys!” Louise barrelled right through the threesome.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Dan asked.

“Philly didn’t tell you?” Cornelia was guarding the door to the bathroom now, daring any of the males to approach.

“Um Auntie Nikki?” A tentative voice made Cornelia’s head swivel towards the door.

“Yes my Sweet?” Cornelia answered.

“I-Is there supposed to be a string attached to this thing?” the young girl’s voice held a wobble.

“Yes,” Cornelia said.

“String? Attached to what?” Dan said, as Phil nudged him excitedly and still covering his mouth.

“And it’s supposed to be wedged where?!” The horrified voice raised an octave.

“OH MY GOD!” Dan blurted out as he too covered his face.

“I said as much!” Phil answered Dan’s unspoken thought.

“She’s Too Young!” Dan said, and walked away.

“She’s old enough,” Cornelia grumbled.

There were now sounds of a bath being run, and Cornelia sighed with relief when the door opened again, and a tiny hand gave her a bundle of clothes.

“You’ve got your towel, your pants, and your outfit?” Cornelia asked.

“Yes,” the small voice answered again.

“Then get cleaned up and Louise and I’ll see to you properly,”

Cornelia instructed, as she went to the laundry room and met up with Louise. Once in the laundry room she spoke to Louise,

“She’s running a bath now.”

“Good. Poor darling. I know both of those boys got pregnant, but they’re still boys and ignorant of the ways of the period,” Louise shook her head.

“Male understanding goes so far. Even if you’re a drag queen or whatever,” Cornelia said.

“Heaven help us,” Louise looked up to the sky for help.

“Well, let’s make sure the boys are okay and they’re not weeping into ice cream or something,” Cornelia said in a decided voice.

The two women exited the room, and they found themselves in the kitchen. Dan and Phil were tapping away on their keyboards, and Michael was playing the ‘ancient X-Box’.

“There you see? All is right with the world,” Cornelia said.

“Do you two even have any ice cream?” Louise was pawing through the freezer.

The two men simultaneously looked up from what they were doing, and they nodded in unison.

“That’s so creepy,” Louise humphed.

“Something right out of ‘The Shining’,” Cornelia added in.

“Look we’ll exchange ice cream for news,” Dan wheedled.

“And we’ll throw in the spoon and bowl for free,” Phil added.

“That didn’t make any sense,” Dan eyed Phil speculatively.

“Your daughter is going through a tough time right now. She’s experiencing cramps, bloating and bleeding….And if you’ve not caught on by now, I give up!” Louise threw her hands into the air.

“We know. We just wanted to see how far you’d get into your explanation before you’d give up,” Phil grinned cheekily at one of his best girl mates.

“You’re a cheeky one aren’t you?” Cornelia pinched Phil’s cheek again.

Phil rolled his eyes and rubbed at it.

Meantime….

Huddled in a corner of her room, a onesie on, Dory was contemplating life. She was shaken out of her reverie by an unsure knock on the door. Her father.

“Dada?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s me,” Phil answered just as quietly.

She opened the door and Phil came inside. He found her in the Totoro onesie and he hugged her tightly against him.

“How are you feeling?” Phil asked.

“Crummy,” Dory admitted.

He lifted her chin so that she was looking directly at him. To him, she would always be two years old. But the pain in her eyes wasn’t something he could just kiss away this time. As a parent even he had limits.

“What you must be going through, I can’t imagine. But I’m here,” Phil tried.

“I know you are,” Her voice wobbled ever so slightly.

“And when it happens again, we’ll be prepared next time,” Phil promised, and she hugged him this time, squeezing him. Not letting him go, and she started sobbing. Usually Dory wasn’t one for sobbing uncontrollably, but Phil understood.

Even though he didn’t have a biological sister, Cornelia had enlightened him, and there was that one biology class he’d been forced to take.

“You have it much harder than I do; I’ll admit that, but you’re strong. You’ve got both the Howell genes and the Lester genes,” Phil said.

“I know Daddy. I know. But it hurts so bad,” Dory said.

“Oh Sweet Pea...Let’s get some tea into you, and then we’ll order pizza. Any kind. How’s that sound? And I’ll scrounge up some chocolate for you. Or at least some hot cocoa,” Phil said, taking her hand in his, as if she were a toddler again.

“Sounds good. Can we have pineapple on the top? You know half pineapple half pepperoni?” Dory asked.

“Yeah,” Phil said. When they entered the dining room, Dory headed for Dan’s now open arms.

“Papa Bear may we order some pizza?” Dory asked. “Of course we can,” Dan easily replied. She outlined what she wanted and Dan nodded. He went to the laptop and he put his order in.

A week later:

An impromptu dance session was going on in the kitchen. The laptop was blaring McFly’s ‘Love Is Easy’.

“If this is love, then love completes me….” Dan stood at the cooker and he hummed under his breath, as his whole body swayed.

“It’s so simple, feels so natural to me,” Phil sang, as he tossed the spices at Dan who, miraculously, caught them in mid air, and added the spices to the skillet.

“If this is love, love, love, it’s the easiest thing to do,” Phil continued and squeezed Dan’s shoulder.

“Careful Philly, it’s hot!” Dan smiled up at Phil, who neatly dodged the spatula.

“A simple equation, and no complication to leave me confused,” Dan picked up the song. They sang it in bits and pieces, their smiles getting bigger and bigger, and then Phil took Dan’s hand and they danced about the kitchen.

“Today I”m laughin’ the clouds away,” Dan started.

“I hear what the flowers say, and drink every drop of rain,” Phil continued.

“My side of the grass is green,” Dan grinned, and then he took Phil by the waist and pulled him closer. They were starting to kiss, when the teens walked in.

“Get a room!” Michael started.

“Actually we have several rooms. Some of which haven’t been christened in a while,” Dan wryly answered, looking over Phil’s shoulder.

“Stop kissing?” Michael asked.

“Never,” Dan retorted.

“We’ll just let you two get on with it,” Dory pulled Michael out of the kitchen.

“I am so turned on right now,” Dan whispered in Phil’s ear.

“Forget dinner?” Phil asked.

“For us. But we have two responsibilities,” Dan wavered.

“They’re thirteen. They can fend for themselves,” Phil suggested and raised an eyebrow.

“What the hell…” Dan turned off the cooker and yelled down the hall,

“FEND FOR YOURSELVES!!!! And Do Not Come Find Me Or Your Dad, At Least Not For A While!”

“C’mon Daniel,” Phil dragged Dan to their master bedroom.

“After all, I am a bottom,” Dan said.

“No you’re not, that’s something you fabricated one night, and you were slightly intoxicated,” Phil replied, as he opened the door, and pulled Dan inside.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Dan said.

“I’ve been sleeping with you for fifteen years, you nutter,” Phil said, as they started kissing again.

“Shut Up!” Dan said, and they started to take each others’ clothes off, and then Dan guided Phil to their bed, as they tripped over air, they refused to stop their makeout session.

“You’re so hot!” Phil breathed.

“Did I say you could talk?” Dan asked.

“Nope,” Phil acknowledged.

“Then do as you’re told for once!” Dan was mock exasperated.

“Yes your majesty,” Phil grinned up at him. They started kissing with fervor.

Meantime in Dory’s room:

“They’re so gross!” Michael was cross legged on the ground face in his palm, arm on his leg.

“It shows they’ve got a healthy relationship,” Dory said, as she turned on her laptop and perused Facebook. Adrian, who had come out of hiding and had a few followers of his own was almost always online. Much to Dan’s chagrin, for Dan was very protective of his side of the family.

Phil’s side didn’t mind.

In fact, Martyn and Cornelia were thrilled to have followers as well. Even, nowadays, Catherine shared recipes on her Facebook account. Dory went to Skype.

Adrian was on, and she rang him via video. “Hey Squirts,” Adrian waved at the camera.

“Hey Uncle Adrian,” Dory greeted.

“Hi Uncle Adrian,” Michael also greeted.

“So what are you two up to?” Adrian asked, as he took a sip of water.

“Nothing much. We’re in sort of lock down,” Michael said.

“What? Why?” Adrian asked.

“Our dads….” Dory’s voice trailed off.

“Oh. Ugh! I don’t want that image in my head!” Adrian made a disgusted face.

“Without them there’d be no us,” Dory smiled.

“That’s just not something I want to think about my brother doing,” Adrian wrinkled his nose some more.

“Same,” Michael nodded.

“So besides escaping your parents, what’s been going on?” Adrian asked, as he leaned forward to better conversate with his niece and nephew.

“Oh nothing much. Just can’t wait until I’m old enough to leave,” Michael shrugged.

“He’s being modest! Dad and Papa put him in a gifted class. He’s less bored there,” Dory chimed in.

“Dorothy!” Michael said, and blushed.

“Well if you aren’t going to tell him I am,” Dory crossed her arms, and looked like Phil for just a moment.

“She’s told you,” Adrian laughed.

“She tells me off all the time,” Michael grumped.

Dory rolled her eyes.

She was usually the more talkative of the two.

Most of the time. Michael was more withdrawn, he would talk, and he wouldn’t totally abandon his friends and make them talk. He was more of the silent observant type until he got to know a person, and then he would talk. A bit.

“I just can’t believe at their age they’re still ‘going at it’,” Michael said. “When it’s true love, it can’t be stopped,” Adrian shrugged.

“Like you and Matilda?” Dory asked. “Exactly! She’s a great woman, and frankly, I’d most probably be lost without her,” Adrian shrugged. The trio talked for a long while.

A few weeks later:

“BLURGH!” Dan was in the bathroom again.

“There’s nothing left to sick up,” Phil was at his side, and he caught a side glare from Dan.

“Don’t you think I know that by now? I’ve been dry heaving for hours. This is ridiculous,” Dan huffed, and back down his head went.

“If you’d just take another test, I’m pretty sure it’d be solved,” Phil wheedled.

“If you don’t want a smack round the head, I suggest you finish whatever you’re doing and leave. And wake up Dory and Michael,” Dan said.

“Besides it’s just the flu,” he tried to convince himself.

“It’s not the flu,” Phil said, though he was gone to check on the kids.

He roused them, and went back to his and Dan’s adjoining bathroom.

“So did you take it yet? I left it on the counter,” Phil was leaned up against the door front, his feet crossed and his arms crossed, looking quite sternly at his life partner.

Dan was sat on top of the toilet’s seat. “Yes,” Dan softly answered.

“What? I can’t hear you,” Phil smiled.

“I said yes,” Dan said, and he looked up with a troubled expression.

“And?” Phil dodged and caught the test that Dan grumpily threw at him. He gave a half-smile and looked back at Dan.

“Do you want to keep it?” Phil asked. Dan bit his lip, and looked back down at his hands.

“We’ve got two teens,” Dan started.

“Yeah and they’re old enough to help us out,” Phil argued for keeping the baby.

“But two teens are already eating us out of house and home,” Dan started again.

“They don’t eat that much,” Phil argued again.

“They eat enough,” Dan said. “Daniel, and I’m only gonna call you this once, Sweetheart, remember we’ve got money. We’ve invested. We’ve been clever with our savings. We’re not running out. We can afford three kids. If you want to that is. She, er I mean, it, this tiny person will be loved by all. Not just by me, but I’m pretty sure by everyone,” Phil determinedly said.

“Spoiled rotten most likely,” Dan was softening.

“It’s been ages since we’ve had a little one about the house, and perk, it’ll only be one this time. Not two,” Phil pointed out.

“That’ll be nice. Two were just…” Dan heaved a sigh, which retracted his stomach and he gasped for air.

Phil steadied him and guided him to the bedroom.

“I’ll be the most supportive partner I can be,” Phil said.

“I know you will. It’s just…” Dan put on his thinking face.

“It’s been a long while, possibly since you were twenty-five, that you’ve had an existential crisis; I wouldn’t blame you if one happened now. Take all the time you need, I’ll talk to Doctor Taran and make an appointment,” Phil outlined, and kissed Dan’s temple.

“Okay,” Dan whispered.

“It won’t be so bad,” Phil said, as he pulled out his mobile.

“Having kids is actually sort of rewarding in the long run,” Dan amended.

”They’re not eighteen yet,” Phil smiled.

“That’s true. When they do turn eighteen we’ll throw a big party,” Dan said.

“After naptime,” Phil answered.

“Right, because of the little one,” Dan put a protective hand over his stomach.

Phil followed suit, and kissed his significant other’s hand.

“It’ll be fine. You should know by now that I won’t leave you in the lurch. You’re stuck with me,” Phil said, as Dan gave him a grateful smile.

He arranged for an ‘emergency sonogram’, and found his way back to Dan.

“How d’you feel now?” Phil asked.

“A bit better I reckon,” Dan answered and slid closer next to Phil. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan, and put his head on the crook of Dan’s neck, between where the shoulder blade met the head.

“It’ll be fine,” Phil reassured again.

“How are we gonna tell Dory and Michael?” Dan asked.

“The same way we do with every big event that happens in our lives. An open and frank family meeting,” Phil answered.

“Then we’d better do it right now, before I need to go back into that room adjoining ours, and make a right mess of things,” Dan said.

“Wot; now?” Phil asked, as his Northern accent escaped.

“Yeah. Now,” Dan gave him raised eyebrows, which meant he meant business.

“Alright then,” Phil then went to find the kids. Dan was pacing, thinking about the supposed future outcome. They were almost in their forties, and by the time the kid reached eighteen, they’d be fifty-eight, and fifty-four respectively.

Once the teens arrived Dan and Phil motioned for the two to sit. “Make yourselves comfortable,” Dan started and paced about the room.

“We have some big news,” Dan continued.

“This is it,” Michael mumbled.

“You’re getting a divorce?” Dory put her hands over her mouth.

“We’re not even legally married,” Dan stopped his pacing.

“And besides I’d kick his butt if he tried to leave me,” Phil put in, a smirk on his face.

“It’s not official, and not yet confirmed….But, we think there’s going to be another addition to the household,” Dan started.

“I think it’ll be great,” Phil was all smiles.

“Says the one who’s not carrying this time,” Dan huffed at him.

“But we won’t know until tomorrow, with Doctor Taran,” Phil added.

“Great talk. Go do whatever it was you were doing before you got called in here,” Dan shooed them out.

“If you have any questions….” Phil started, but the two were already out the door.

“I have a valid question, how the hell did we end up getting pregnant not once but three times?” Dan raised an ironic hand.

“Lucky,” Phil said.

“I don’t feel lucky. I feel like the universe’s out to get me,” Dan said. “It’s out to get us both,” Phil affirmed. “Moreso me than you,” Dan said.

The Next Day...Sonogram Time:

“You know the drill, get up onto the table,” Doctor Taran directed with her pencil in one hand and her clipboard in the other. Besides having grown older by thirteen years, she was still the same. Same sensible bun, same scrubs.

She was just used to the men before her, by now.

“So what’s the gender this time?” She looked at Phil for confirmation.

“I’m not telling,” Phil held up his hands in a self defence motion.

“Alright then, Daniel, lift up your shirt,” Doctor Taran directed. Dan sighed, rolled his eyes and did as he was told.

“Wow! Whatever sort of power you wield, I want it,” Phil cracked.

“Sit down beside him you nutter,” Doctor Taran rolled her eyes.

“She’s told you,” Dan put in.

“Shut it you,” Doctor Taran spread the goop, and then the screen came to life.

“Oh there we go. You were right,” Doctor Taran nodded and jotted something down on her clipboard.

“Third time’s the charm?” Phil guessed.

“What? You’re saying our older two aren’t valid human beings?” Dan groused.

“Hey Mr. Grumpy, I didn’t say anything of the kind,” Phil countered.

“Oh look at you. Always with the domestic arguments,” Doctor Taran nodded.

“Look at her! Even as a blob she’s a cutie,” Phil breathed out, as he put both of his hands to his mouth, palms open.

“Spoilers!!” Dan complained.

“I’m sorry! I have this inane gift that I automatically know the genders. It’s not my fault!” Phil answered.

“It is. You know how I am about spoilers. I thought for once that I could be surprised,” Dan frowned.

“I mean, I said ‘she’, I was probably assigning genders again. That was my fault,” Phil backtracked.

“That’s a bit better,” Dan acquiesced, and they kissed quickly.

“You two….Daniel wipe yourself off, and get the heck out of my office. Go on. Shoo!” Doctor Taran broke up their little tiny argument.

The guys did as they were told. They took the Tube back home, and once at their place, they decided to have another family meeting.

In the Family Meeting and afterwards:

“Yes we’re having another kid. But you’re not going to know the gender, your dad knows; but he’s sworn to secrecy,” Dan said, and looked Phil up and down with squinted eyes, and a ‘V’ going from his eyes to Phil and back again.

“My lips are sealed. No amount of torture will ever get me to reveal it. Not even tickling!” Phil declared.

“Another kid. That’s just great, that’s all we need around here,” Michael murmured, his arms crossed.

“I think it’ll be nice. I’ll be an older sister. I can mold their mind, and teach them the ways of being a younger sibling,” Dory breathed out. Phil clapped her on the back.

“Parents’ pet,” Michael said.

“Well now that that’s out of the way…. You two go and do your homework,” Phil prompted.

“Let your papa rest,” Phil continued. Dan was looking as pale as Phil with a hint of green around the edges.

“I do feel a bit funny,” Dan put a hand to his mouth.

“Alright to the bathroom you go,” Phil said, as the kids left the room.

Dan just waved him off as he disappeared back to the porcelain shrine. Phil followed and knelt beside him.

“I’d pull back your hair, but that’s a futile effort…” Phil decided to sit on the bathtub instead, becoming moral support. Dan raised a certain finger in the air, aimed at his significant other.

“Thank you,” Phil said in an unfazed tone.

“Asshole,” Dan muttered, as he finally stood and wiped his mouth off with a piece of toilet roll.

He also proceeded to brush his teeth, and popped in a mint.

“Ugh! How could you stand the morning sickness with Dory? I feel woozy, and my stomach is swirling about….” Dan managed to make it back to the bed, and was lying on his side.

“I dealt with it, and had to remind myself who I was carrying. Some days I had to remind myself that I loved her very much,” Phil responded, lying on his own side and facing Dan; his hands under one cheek, and smiling encouragingly at him.

“I know about morning sickness. So I’ll help you in any way I can,” Phil said.

Two months later:

“Two and a half months, and I’m still not showing. Where’s my pudge?” Dan poked at his stomach.

“Some babies develop differently. Don’t poke too much, you’ll give yourself a stomachache,” Phil said, handing Dan some ginger ale.

“Thanks,” Dan sipped it from a straw.

“Want some savoury biscuits?” Phil asked.

“D’you know that in America they’re called ‘crackers’?” Dan bit off a corner.

“I did not know that,” Phil looked thoughtful.

“Well now you do. Are we doing solo videos this week or together ones?” Dan asked, his hands poised above the keyboard, he was in his usual crease, hunched over the laptop ever so slightly. So what if everything was holograms now? Sometimes laptops were the best pieces of equipment.

Try and drag him out of the early to later ‘00s so quickly. Let him have his habits.

“Pretty soon you’ll have something to rest your ancient laptop on. Just be thankful that we haven’t announced our newest bundle of joy yet,” Phil said.

“Then there’d be questions, haters, and people who are so creepy that you just want to crawl under the covers and hide,” Dan mused again, as he started typing.

“Solo ones, but then at the end of the week, we’ll collaborate as usual. They want to see Dory and Michael,” Phil nodded, as he leaned over and kissed Dan’s cheek.

“Alright then. Who’s first? We’ve still got the one recording camera. Why don’t we just splurge for a new one?” Dan asked.

“Because they’re becoming rare and expensive,” Phil was all about being frugal. Eight pounds was too much for him to spend, while Dan had sort of expensive tastes.

Top Man was his favorite online store.

“It’s Thursday. I said I’d do one on Sunday, but Dory had her dance recital,” Phil said.

“And of course Michael is in drama class. Do you have a feeling they’re pretty much the carbon copies of us when we were younger?” Dan asked.

“In Michael? Yeah. But I envy Dory’s grace when she dances. I look like a hunchback when I dance, and I make weird faces,” Phil sighed and shrugged.

“Let’s just get the announcement out of the way,” Dan suggested.

“Look who’s the non-procrastinator now,” Phil smiled indulgently at Dan.

“Yeah-yeah,” Dan waved him off.

“Want to do it now?” Phil asked.

“Let’s wait a couple of weeks. I want to see if the baby will get longer. I want to wait until I’m showing just a bit,” Dan decided.

“Alright whatever you want. I’m going to go record. Need any snacks whilst I’m up?” Phil asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I’ve got savories, I’ve got ginger ale. I’m fine. Leave the bottle out. I’ll probably pour some more into the glass,” Dan answered.

“Okay,” Phil nodded and he went out of the room. They still did private videos. Except they stayed out of their room until the other was finished. Even Michael and Dory knew not to interrupt. “Hey Guys!” Phil waved excitedly at the camera.

Two and a half weeks later:

“There we go, it’s a tiny pocket….I feel feet….OMG! I’m going to cry,” Dan said, and wiped a tear from his eye.

“Well it looks as if they’re finally longer. Ready for the big A?” Phil asked.

“Big A? Are you talking about my ass?” Dan looked behind him as far as he could.

“The big Announcement,” Phil said in an excited tone, he was practically jumping up and down on the sofa cushion.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Dan sighed.

“Here we go….” Phil turned on YouNow. They both took a deep breath.

“Hey Guys! Hello,” Dan and Phil said at the same time.

“If you haven’t read the title, then you’ll be pleased to know we have….Drum roll please….Good News!” Phil said, as he put his fists to his mouth smiling broadly.

“Michael and Dory already know,” Dan answered.

“The reason they’re not here is because they’re still in school,” Phil answered a question.

“So we’ve got baby number three on the way,” Dan plunged right in.

“Way to take the surprise right out of it. I was going to tease them for a bit,” Phil pouted.

“We can do that for the next surprise, tease the hell out of them,” Dan answered, patting Phil’s knee.

“Phil’s the only one who knows the gender, but he’s under strict orders not to give it up. On Pain of Death!” Dan glared over at Phil, who held up his hands in a surrender gesture.

“My lips are sealed. Until sh...the baby’s born!” Phil squeaked out.

Dan reached over and slapped his shoulder. Hard. “I told you to shut up,” Dan said in a semi-joking way.

“Alright. Alright. Moving on. Top fan is….” Phil read the top fans off. “You win a gold sticker. You win a puppy….You win mismatched socks….” Phil was giving out weird gifts again.

“An octopus,” Dan decided.

“Oh good one!” Phil smiled.

An hour later…. “Well guys we have to feed Michael and Dory. See you later!” Dan said.

“Bye Guys!” Phil said, covering the camera with his hands. They signed out.

“Oh god….I’m breathless….Whew!” Dan breathed out.

“Too much? I knew we shouldn’t have stressed you out,” Phil worried.

“I’m okay Phil. It’s just nerve wracking as usual, but adding the pregnancy into the mix makes it doubly hard,” Dan tried to sound reassuring.

“Anyway we’ve done it, you rest up. I’ll go putter for a bit,” Phil decided.

“Okay,” Dan went to the bedroom.

That’s how Phil knew he wasn’t feeling well when he was submissive.

“I hope the little one doesn’t come too early. We don’t need stress right now,” Phil said under his breath. He made dinner, fed Michael and Dory, and then he brought in a plate for Dan.

A few weeks later another doctor’s appointment:

“Well the baby’s developing normally. Heartbeat’s regular, and any new developments?” Doctor Taran looked down at her clipboard, seeming to tick off boxes.

“I’ve got massive morning sickness. It’s moved to the afternoon,” Dan frowned.

“That’s normal,” Doctor Taran nodded.

“I had it last time, now it’s his turn,” Phil nearly gloated.

“Don’t gloat,” Doctor Taran and Dan said at the same time.

“Alright, things are good to go,” Doctor Taran decided, and handed Dan some tissues.

“Go on then. Get out of my sight,” Doctor Taran shooed them out.

“Any hint on gender?” Doctor Taran whispered to Phil. Phil rolled his eyes.

“I’ll hit him if he tells,” Dan said.

“Why do you always seem to be able to hear my private convos with Doctor Taran?” Phil cheekily asked.

“Because I’m a nosey twit,” Dan replied, as he pulled on his ‘Naruto’ jacket. Phil rolled his eyes and they drove home.

Third month:

“If I puke any more, I’ll go insane,” Dan said.

“I’m worried. You should be over it by now,” Phil said.

“Well, you’re the one who said that, ‘babies develop differently’. What if I’m carrying the devil’s spawn and it’s all your fault?” Dan questioned. He questioned everything in life.

“Why would the devil impregnate you? You’re a lowly YouTuber,” Phil tried to lighten the mood, and ended up ducking the shower gel that flew at his head.

“I’m pretty sure you made a midnight deal with Satan,” Dan said.

“That was ages ago!” Phil protested, as he put the shower gel out of reach.

“Damn you and your rituals,” Dan said, as he made his way to the sink and brushed his teeth.

“Sorry, I’ve learnt my lesson,” Phil said.

“I hope to whatever, that I’m over this soon. Have you made any headway on the nursery? We’re keeping it yellow, but I want it changed up a bit. And it needs to be repainted,” Dan outlined his plan for the space.

“I’ll repaint it later this week, you can supervise,” Phil promised.

“I like supervising. Do we need to build the wardrobe?” Dan asked.

“No, I’m not letting you near a wardrobe, you’d probably, sick up something on it,” Phil said.

Dan gave him a hard glare. “I’m not a delicate fainting maiden,” Dan said, quoting something from one of their gaming videos.

“I didn’t say you were. I just don’t think you should move about too much until you’re past the morning sickness stage. If you ever get past it. Some people never get past that stag….” He was interrupted by a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah. Thank you, I’m pretty sure I’ll get past it at some point,” Dan said, as Phil mumbled against his hand.

Dan removed the hand, and they resumed their ideas on the space.

“You know Doctor Taran says there’s a procedure that will stop us from having kids,” Phil ventured.

“I know. But it’s risky,” Dan said.

“She’s performed it before,” Phil said.

“As much as I trust her, and I do trust her….I don’t know,” Dan said.

“Because maybe this is the end, and maybe our bodies will just know and shut ‘it’ off?” Phil ventured again.

“Let me think about it. You know I’ll have to be cut open again. Although the scars are fabulous, and worth it, I just don’t want to have to keep getting cut open. But for now, let us get through this….” Dan gestured.

Month 4:

“Finally I can eat toast again,” Dan had found a nice recipe for French Toast, and though Phil didn’t really like the egg mixture, he had added the cinnamon into it for a ‘dash of flavour’, he had to admit that french toast wasn’t so bad.

“Syrup or that fancy sugar, not the granulated kind but the other kind,” Dan said, as he finished.

“Yeah, it’s a filling breakfast,” Phil conceded.

“Isn’t though? The berries top it off just so,” Dan said.

“Definitely,” Phil replied. The teens weren’t awake just yet, as it was Saturday and they were allowed to sleep in.

“You know we haven’t played Sims-4 in a while,” Phil commented.

“Right, and since Dil’s had the baby, its mystical powers have been unequalled,” Dan answered.

“Well Evan and Dab bonded over it,” Phil said.

“And I think it gave them a wealth of knowledge,” Dan said.

“Well Dab stopped needing to do homework. Glad you convinced me to keep it,” Phil smiled.

“Like you convinced me with this one?” Dan indicated with an eyebrow raise.

“I did no such thing,” Phil looked mock offended.

“Anyway, to answer your weird train of thought, we’ll play Sims4,” Dan said. “Yay,” Phil grinned.

Video wrapped and in the midst of being edited:

“Looking back on the saga of Dil, Tabs, Dab, and the Pancakes, this has been a pretty fun series.

“Nobody’s died, alien abductions have been a rare occurrence. Dil’s still a bit of a flop sometimes,” Phil nodded.

“And we’re still getting enjoyment out of being, ‘masters of a universe,” Dan replied.

“I mean raising kids is like raising Sims,” Phil nodded.

“Said nobody ever,” Dan retorted.

“Think about it for a minute, follow my train of thought. They have their own languages, their own way to dress, they’re sentient yes, but we have to guide them through their lives. And when they’re old enough, we send them off to University and hope for the best, but they always come back home. At least for a visit. And they fall in love, they get married, and the cycle of life continues,” Phil started.

“You thought really long and hard about this statement didn’t you?” Dan raised an eyebrow at Phil.

“I guess so. But that’s just how my brain works,” Phil lightly responded.

“You’ve got a strange mind my friend,” Dan said.

“In a way so do you,” Phil was unapologetic.

“Being around you has made me extra weird,” Dan shrugged.

“And?” Phil asked.

“There’s nothing to add,” Dan said. Phil pursed his lips and shook his head, then it was fully silent, as they slow kissed each other, and held onto each other. Then the teens showed up from school….

Month 5:

“Oof!” Dan righted himself as he hobbled towards the adjoining bathroom.

“Baby, you’d better be worth it,” Dan muttered to himself.

“This kicking me in the bladder isn’t gonna go any easier on me for the next four months is it?” Dan asked, as he did what he was supposed to do, and his stomach started rumbling.

“Great, more bladder hockey, and now you want me to feed you? I reckon,” Dan mumbled.

He sauntered out into the kitchen.

“Fuck,” Dan hissed under his breath.

It was only nine in the morning. Not even Phil was awake this early. Usually they met in the kitchen around midday, except when it was a school day. Which it was not.

“It’s not even a school day,” Dan sighed, but he adhered to the rumblings and went in for some cereal.

“I actually have some cereal?” Dan peered into the box.

“I made me some toast and orange marmalade. I think. I dreamt I made it. I might’ve made it earlier then dreamt that I made it again. I don’t know, I wasn’t nearly awake this morning,” Phil tripped into the kitchen and poured some coffee into his mug.

“What time?” Dan asked, as he swallowed another spoonful of cereal.

“I think it was four,” Phil replied. “Huh. Okay. Your brain’s weird,” Dan said. “Just like the rest of me,” Phil conceded. Dan finished his bowl, and he padded to the lounge. Time for some social media.

Month six:

“Time is...Ticking away, tick tick ticking away….” Dan hummed under his breath; he was resting his laptop on his protruding stomach and trying to read the screen.

“If this is love love love,” another voice said from beside him.

“That’s not even the same song,” Dan huffed out.

“I think it goes well,” Phil said, and put a hand on Dan’s stomach.

“Don’t! You’ll upset it,” Dan said.

“What’ll I upset? The baby or the laptop?” His boyfriend looked genuinely confused.

“Yes,” Dan said.

“Oh,” Phil put his hand on Dan’s knee.

“Thank you, important business,” Dan said, and settled against the mountain of pillows behind him.

“Stomach’s rumbling. What time is it?” Dan looked at his laptop’s screen again.

“One forty-five,” he nodded.

“Food time?” Phil was sat up again.

“Food time,” Dan answered.

“I’ll get one of the slaves….er one of the kids to whip something up,” Phil said.

“Or ask them,” Dan suggested

. “Alright then,” Phil said, and exited the room. In an hour and a half, Dan was feasting on sandwiches, crisps, and some Ribena, and water.

“Gotta stay hydrated,” Three voices said as they presented him with the sumptuous array of food. Dan looked at his little family.

Times like these, he was actually happy to have them all milling about. He was happy that Michael and Dory were becoming well adjusted adults, and curious about his and Phil’s ‘family business’. Michael especially seemed keen on learning about editing and making videos. Dory seemed to be a more of the ‘behind the scenes’ person, but was also learning how to make quality video content and editing whenever necessary.

“Thanks,” Dan addressed the family and took a few bites.

They left him to it. He opened his laptop and perused the media.

“We’re lucky,” Dan said more to himself and the duvet then to anything outside of those perimeters.

“Yeah we are pretty lucky,” the bed dipped as Phil sat on the foot of it.

“How’d you hear me?” Dan asked.

“I’m stealthy. Like a ninja,” Phil said.

“Oh yeah. Totally like a ninja, you surprise your enemies, and scare the hell out of your ‘nearly-husband’ and children,” Dan retorted.

“This one’s going to be our last,” Dan continued in a decisive tone.

“Does that mean surgery for the both of us? Doctor Taran said it was a risky procedure,” Phil looked worried behind his glasses.

He had forgotten to get more contacts, plus he was due for an eye exam anyway. So he just whacked on his glasses. To be honest he looked hell’a cute in his glasses. Dan licked his lips and pushed the laptop slightly out of the way.

“We haven’t had proper sex in a while, and I’m feeling, well I’ve got that feeling,” Dan tried to sound sensual and ended up sounding like a Grade A flop.

“Hormones,” Phil tried to look annoyed as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Damn right. Take your glasses off, lock the door, and let’s make the bed all messy….I wanna do it….Sims style,” Dan answered.

“If I take my glasses off first, I’ll be too blind to see the lock on the door,” Phil said, but he had gotten off the bed, and locked it.

“No interruptions,” Phil said.

“Good. Get your ass over here,” Dan had deposited the laptop a safe distance away.

Phil fell on top of Dan and the two feverishly made out, the clothes mysteriously disappeared, and soon, the duvet was moved down all the way to the foot of the bed. Phil had put his glasses on top of the laptop, so they wouldn’t get crushed.

“God I love you,” Dan breathed out.

“I love you too,” Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s body, admiring the bump.

“You’re just the right amount,” Dan breathed out again.

“Whatever that means….” Phil’s voice trailed off.

“Shut up,” Dan ordered. And so it happened….

Afterwards….

Both were wrapped in a tight embrace, quite moist, but neither were complaining about it.

Though they couldn’t get too close, but it was fine. They had explored every inch of their bodies. Each admiring every scar, every new bruise, every cut that had happened. The romance was still certainly alive, underneath the bantering, the pseudo arguing, and the few times they’d actually gotten angry or tired of each other. As it happened, even ‘long dating’ couples needed their space.

But it was a rare occurrence for them. They barely argued, and when they did it wasn’t for very long. They’d always end up Skyping, or Facetiming. They were never far apart. Had never been. Ever since Dan had confessed, and Phil had been shocked, but he too had admitted to it. They had made sure that they were ready. They hadn’t rushed into it.

Being best friends first, they’d had to plan everything out. And it’d worked.

“Twenty-one years, you’d think we’d get tired of having this,” Phil muttered.

“You’d think so, but every time we do this, I find something new and exciting,” Dan answered, kissing the little dip in Phil’s neck.

Phil gave him a half smile and pushed Dan’s curls back.

“Same,” Phil simply answered.

“Stop playing with the hair, it’s too moist,” Dan shook his head, and a few beads of moisture landed on Phil’s neck. Phil made a face and took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his neck off.

“Sorry,” Dan said, and kissed Phil’s nape.

Phil returned the favour, nibbling on Dan’s earlobe. They went back to just making out.

The baby decided at this moment to give a gentle kick, when they had no distance between them.

“Ohhh, the baby wants us to acknowledge its presence,” Phil said, and put a soft hand on Dan’s stomach.

“Jealous little twat,” Dan smiled, and also looked at his stomach, slowly they made eye contact with each other.

“Spoiled is the word I think you’re looking for,” Phil corrected.

“And loved. Exceptionally loved. I have a feeling that Dory and Michael will be the surrogate parents, especially Dory, I have a feeling she’ll take on the ‘mum’ role. I mean I won’t assign her to it. I don’t know. I just….Have this feeling. You know?” Dan said.

“I always know what you’re saying, or trying to say,” Phil nodded, and smiled, as they both looked deeply into each other’s eyes.

Month 7:

“UGH!” Dan flopped his head back onto the pillows mounted behind his back and head. He gritted his teeth. “I can’t Move!” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and tried to maneuver a bit.

“Heh, hah, eee….Nope! Phil?” Dan reached over and shook Phil’s shoulder.

“What is it?” Phil asked.

“I need to move, and I can’t,” Dan said.

“Why do you want to move?” Phil sleepily asked.

“Because I need to wee,” Dan said, and punched Phil’s shoulder to wake him up some more.

“Oh,” Phil stood and then went to Dan’s side of the of the bed and held out his hand, which Dan took and they headed to the loo.

“How many more months? Sixteen?” Dan groused.

“Two,” Phil yawned.

“Only two? I feel like I’ve been pregnant for twelve years,” Dan sighed, and then he looked at his joggers and back at Phil.

“Well?” Dan said.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Phil helped Dan remove his trousers.

“Thank you,” Dan said, and Phil turned his back, and waited.

A few hours later….

“SHIT! FUCK! DAMN! PHIIILLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dan called out.

“WHAT?! I’m in the same room as you. Maybe I should get you a bell to ring,” Phil mused, as he walked over to Dan’s side of the bed.

“A bell? You’d really let me ring a bell?” Dan looked pleased with the prospect.

“Hell no,” Phil wrinkled his nose.

“Fine, I need to wee again, and then you can help me into my Browsing Position,” Dan emphasised the last two words.

“Of course ‘Winnie’,” Phil said, and they went towards the loo again.

“One day I won’t be so fat,” Dan said.

“You’re not fat. You’re carrying a kid. There’s a big difference,” Phil said, and rubbed Dan’s shoulder.

“Help me?” Dan asked, and he sounded plaintive, almost younger.

“You’re slipping back into your eighteen year old voice.

“Well I’m sorry, it’s been thirteen and a half years since I was pregnant. It’s hard,” Dan muttered.

“I know, and it’s hard seeing you like this. But trust me, the end result is well worth it,” Phil tried to soothe.

“Shut up,” Dan sighed.

“Sorry Babe,” Phil said, and turned his back for Dan to have privacy.

“Shit, I can’t even stand,” Dan squatted.

“Ew,” Phil said. “No comments from the peanut gallery,” Dan ordered.

“Sorry,” Phil sighed, and he zipped his lips. Finally they climbed back into bed.

Then….

“We’re Late! Open Up!” There was frantic knocking on the door.

“Shit!” Dan yelped.

“OMG!” Phil covered his mouth with his palms. “Shoot, shoot, shoot, I’m coming, I’m comin….OUCH!” Phil tripped over trying to put on his jeans.

“Are you okay?!” Dan said.

“I’m fine….I’m almost ready!” Phil answered Dan’s question, and tried to appease the two teens outside their door.

“Okay, get me the keys and we’re off,” Phil said to the door again.

He leaned over and kissed Dan, and then the baby bump.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” Phil called over his shoulder and then he was gone. Dan sighed and reached for the laptop that was always in reach.

He opened it up to Word, and typed: “I Can Not Wait For This Kid To Come Out!”

Month 8:

“I’m a blimp! I waddle! I hate LIFE!” Dan gritted his teeth and tried to stand up away from the sofa, he wobbled, and then futilely grasped for the sofa arm, and fell to his knees. “PHILIP MICHAEL LESTERRRR!!!!”

“Daniel James Howell, almost Lester!! I told you to Stay Put! Which part didn’t you understand? I said I’d make a light lunch, and then come back and get you,” Phil sighed, and pulled Dan up with minimal effort.

“Ow! For fuck’s sake,” Dan muttered.

“Stop mumbling,” Phil implored, and ducked a slap to his head.

“Hey now!” Phil gently led him to the dining room.

“I am not weak!” Dan gritted out.

“Of course you’re not weak. You’re the strongest human being I know,” Phil soothed.

“I will so crack this pepper pot over your hench head!” Dan gritted his teeth.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Phil wryly said.

“Try me,” Dan answered in kind and picked up the pepper pot.

“Hey!” Phil put up a palm in surrender.

“Okay, Okay, I won’t rescue you anymore. You just try and stand by yourself. You try and go to the loo solo. I’m just going to stand idly by and raise our teens by myself,” Phil cracked.

“Just because I’m bigger than London itself does not mean you can make me feel bad about being an absentee parent. I’m incubating life here!” Dan put down the pot, and pointed at his protruding stomach.

“Ninny,” Phil said.

“I’m not even going to acknowledge what you just said about me,” Dan said.

“Well here’s lunch. Enjoy,” Phil tried to make an effort.

“How many more months?” Dan asked.

“One and a half, give or take a few weeks,” Phil was starting to have flashbacks to when he was pregnant with Dory and she was overdue by a month and a half.

“I just hope you go into labour on your due date and aren’t late,” Phil muttered.

“I hope so too,” Dan answered, and patted Phil’s hand encouragingly.

“You’re a nutter,” Phil said.

“I know, but you kinda made me this way,” Dan answered.

“You’re also my number one stalker,” Phil said.

“I am Number One Phil Trash !” Dan said, and put a pointer finger to the air.

“You’re incorrigible. It’s a good job you’re cute,” Phil said.

“I’m handsome. You’re the cute one,” Dan answered.

“Actually I’m still the ‘ball of sunshine’,” Phil said and tucked in.

“Ass,” Dan smiled.

“Mmmm only to you,” Phil said.

Month 9:

Middle of the day:

Dan was puttering about the kitchen. The kids were in school, and Phil had to go to a meeting. He’d been worried about leaving Dan, but it was an important meeting. One that had to be handled that day. “I’ll be fine,” he’d said.

Phil had crinkled his brows in a worried way. “If you’re sure? You call me the minute you go into labour,” Phil instructed, kissing him on the way out.

“I’ll be fine,” Dan answered to Phil’s disappearing back.

“I’m just fine. We’re just fine; aren’t we little one?” Dan asked to his stomach.

Then when he’d felt the kick, he smiled and had scrounged up something to eat. But something wasn’t right. And then he felt it. He rang Phil’s mobile. It went directly to voicemail.

He texted, ‘999’ then he forcefully slammed the phone on the table and doubled over. He made his way to a chair and panted hard. This wasn’t good. He tried to do some breathing exercises.

“Okay lamaze class that I went to one time, come and refresh my brain particles….Brain particles? What the actual fuck did I just say? Whatever just refresh my memory. Breathe out and then in? Or the other way round? I don’t fuckin’ know! Jesus fruckin’ poop on fookin poop shit,” He bit out.

“I’m fine! I’m good. This is nor….Mal!” Just then there were pounding footsteps and Phil was by his side.

“I cut the meeting short! Is it finally time?” Phil caught his breath as Dan feebly nodded.

“Thought so. I called the ambulance, I hope they get here fast,” Phil’s words rushed out in a torrent. “I hope so tooooo….FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE OF A STOMACH! GET ME SOMEWHERE COMFY!” Dan painfully yelled.

Phil led him to the sofa. “I called Susan and my mum,” Phil spoke softly.

“What for?” Dan asked.

“To pick up Dory and Michael,” Phil answered.

“Oh. Yeah,” Dan ground his teeth.

“Your dentist’s gonna be so angry at you,” Phil worried.

“Forget my fuckin’ dentist!” Dan said, just as the ambulance arrived.

They arrived at the hospital in record time. This time Dan didn’t mind the pain, didn’t get squeamish when he was opened up like a side of beef again. He knew it would be worth it. “Do you want to know the gender now?” Doctor Taran asked.

“Sure,” Dan said through hazy pain.

“Let me present your daughter,” Doctor Taran answered and laid the baby down on Dan’s chest.

“Cut the cord Lester,” Doctor Taran commanded.

“Yep,” Phil said, and did as was required.

“She’s….Beautiful,” Dan whispered. The baby had red and brown hair mixed, making natural highlights in her hair.

“Wouldn’t it be really remarkable if she had one tri-coloured eye and one brown eye? It’s hereditary. But it only happens in the females on my side of the family,” Phil mused, as he stroked the baby’s head.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at the two men in her life.

“Welcome to the world Baby,” Dan whispered as he kissed her cheek.

She cooed and then, when she realized where she was, she let out a cry.

“Oh good her lungs are working. Let’s get her cleaned up shall we?” Doctor Taran said, taking the baby.

“We’ll just stay here and hash out names,” Phil said, turning to Dan, after they’d sewn him back up.

“I’m stuck for names,” Dan protested.

“I was thinking, and I’ve had nine plus months to think about it. Plus I saw it on a baby website, and if you agree, then I think it’d be just the name for her,” Phil said.

“Well? Go on,” Dan prodded.

“Fiona Blyss. Blyss because she’ll really make us happier just by adding her little soul to the world, and doing god knows what, and Fiona. Not only for Shrek, but because it’s like a warrior’s name. If she’d been a boy I would’ve wanted to call her Thor Philip,” Phil answered.

“It’s fuckin’ lucky she turned out not to be a Thor. Although I’m not against Diana for Wonder Woman,” Dan answered.

“Thor Philip Lester-Howell. Think about it,” Phil said.

“We’ll call our dog Thor. If we ever get one,” Dan said.

“Yay!” Phil said. Dan rolled his eyes and puckered his lips. They shared a celebratory kiss, and then the swaddled baby somehow ended up in Phil’s arms whilst they rolled Dan to a recovery room.

“I love her so much,” Dan said through the drug filled haze he was now overcome with.

“We all love her,” Phil reminded him.

“I know, but….Now my tummy’s still pudgy but empty, and I don’t know what to do now,” Dan yawned.

“Try and sleep,” Phil suggested.

“Make sure she doesn’t get abducted,” Dan yawned again.

“I’ll defend her from everything, even malicious aliens,” Phil promised.

“Thanks Phil,” Dan answered and fell asleep.

“Well Kiddo, guess it’s just you and me,” Phil said, and bounced her a bit.

“You’re now stuck with us. For life,” Phil clarified. Fiona just blinked at him and yawned.

“I guess it has been a big day for you,” Phil conceded and put her in the plastic cot next to Dan. Phil leaned his head against the top of the chair and dozed off, until it was time to tell the birth certificate person all the details. Then they put Fiona’s footprints on the end of the certificate. And it was official. The Lester-Howell clan was complete.

A week later….

Dan was fully recovered and had scheduled his ‘other surgery’ five months ahead. He wanted to be fully healed, and besides Phil had cleared their diaries. The nurse wheeled him to the entrance of the hospital, and Phil pulled up in their van. He got out and jogged to the entrance, helping the nurse push the wheelchair. Dan was still stiff, and Phil helped him inside.

When he was buckled in, Dan looked in the rearview mirror. “They all came?” Dan asked, as he looked at Dory who gave him a smile and blew him a kiss.

Michael, who just waved and went back to his film, and little Fiona who was sound asleep.

“She’s been cranky,” Phil admitted.

“We didn’t really have much time to bond. It took me a few more days than last time to recover from the C-Section,” Dan answered.

“I know, but Dory and Michael have been helping out quite a lot. And you were right. Dory’s been fussing over her like a tiny mum. It’s so cute to watch,” Phil said.

“I had an inkling,” Dan answered as they headed for home.

“And the bed’s been big and empty. I couldn’t sleep without you, which is lucky because the baby’s been up all night too. I don’t mind. She likes it when I sing random songs to her,” Phil kept the chatter up, and Dan nodded and answered at every pause.

It was nice to be going home, back to a routine. Introducing little Ona to the world. He’d decided on her nickname.

“I was thinking of a nickname for the baby,” Dan said as Phil seemed to pause for a few breaths.

“Yeah? Me too,” Phil replied.

“On the count of three….” Dan started.

“Fi!” Phil said, just as Dan said, “Ona!”

“Both are really cool nicknames,” Phil conceded.

“Well you can call her ‘Fi’ and I’ll call her ‘Ona’,” Dan said.

“Thanks Dan for not saying my name for her was stupid,” Phil said.

“Cos it isn’t,” Dan said, as they pulled into the driveway.

They settled the baby back into her cot, and the older ones disappeared upstairs and into the library. Dan and Phil were alone.

“Internet! How I’ve missed thee,” Dan said and hugged his laptop, just as Phil came in with his ancient device.

“Oh, I see how it is. You didn’t miss me at all?” Phil sat beside him, and plugged in to a socket.

They turned on the devices and soon Dan was announcing the baby’s arrival and statistics onto Twitter. Phil added in his congratulations and of course the Phandom went wild with Congratulations and happy vibes.

“We need to do a collab, A.S.A.P,” Phil said, turning to Dan.

“I know, we will,” Dan promised. “Good,” Phil nodded in turn. There was a cry. “You’re on ‘Daddy Duty’, “ Dan winked at Phil. “Thanks,” But Phil was secretly happy that he took charge.

Five years later:

Two men of nearly equal height were trying, desperately trying, to decorate a cake, while a little five year old girl with streaks of red and brown, curly, long hair, and one blue eye, and one brown eye, ran about their legs waving a wand, and wearing a sparkling jumper and equally sparkling tutu.

“Go find Thor!” Dan said, as he caught the back of the child’s jumper and her limbs flailed in the air the ribbon on the star shaped wand flitting here and there, as she giggled up at her Papa.

“Otay Mumma,” She gave him a somewhat slobbery kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Daddy! She waved with a noodly hand in Phil’s direction.

“Mumma?” Dan asked.

“Yes! Because you is Mumma, and he is Daddy,” She answered, and showed a gap-toothed smile.

“Just go get your dog, and go outside, so we can bring the cake out, you little nutter,” Dan said, and gently set the child down.

She giggled, and then hugged their legs.

“Thor-Bor!” She yelled and a little beagle answered her call.

“Thor-Bor!” She said, and picked the little dog up. She marched outside and joined the rest of her party.

“Whew!” Phil said as he put the last of his icing on the cake.

“Almost. Done,” Dan’s tongue peeked out and with a flourish the cake was finished.

“Let’s present the cake,” Dan said, and the two carried it out to the party table.

It was decorated quite nicely with balloons hanging on the end.

“C’mon Ona! Time to blow the candles out,” Dan said, as the little girl ran up to the table just in time.

She sat at the head of the table.

“Make a wish,” Phil encouraged. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and grinned big.

“Fwoosh!” she blew out the candles.

She looked around her, there was Dory, and Michael, and Louise, and Cornelia….Martyn, Susan, Adrian, Catherine, Nigel and everyone else she’d ever met. She waved with her wand.

“I, Princess Fiona Banana Fanna NiNona, grant you all to be at my Birfday Party!” She said.

“Thank you Princess,” was the greeting.

“Happy Birthday Fiona,” Dory said, and blew her baby sister a kiss. Fiona giggled and ‘caught it’.

Michael thrust a present at her.

“Oh Tank you Mikey,” She said and eagerly tore into the package.

“Ooooo A camera!” She said, and Dan took it from her.

“I’ll teach you how to use it,” Dan whispered in her ear.

“We both will,” Phil whispered in her other ear, making her giggle. The rest of the day went by very happily.

Fiona Blyss Lester-Howell was five, and had the rest of the world laid out before her. She was able to do anything and everything she set her mind to. She would do great things with her life. Much like Michael, and Dory. This tale is now able to end.

The End.

#Dan and Phil Fanfic

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