Conquest of Chad, The



By Tim

I woke up on the couch more confused than usual, the phone ringing loudly. It took me a few seconds to recall everything, and longer than it normally took to swing my newly-acquired bulk up and off the leather sofa. I staggered to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" there was that strange voice coming out of me, again. I shuddered, rubbing my hand across my furry belly.


I was even more disoriented now; hearing my voice coming back at me through the phone gave me hope, but knowing Dan was tooling around in my body didn't make me feel any better.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" was all I managed to ask. I sat down, unused to the feeling of my softer ass sinking onto the barstool near the phone. And yet, it didn't feel the way it had earlier. Was there a bigger pump to these puny arms? It couldn't have been from just one quick workout.

"I honestly don't know what's going on," he said, finally. I didn't believe him, but what choice did I have?

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I felt calmer, hearing the tone in his (my!) voice in my ears. "Did you make it home all right, buddy?"

"I--" I stammered. I looked down at my dick, rising in my underwear almost against my will. "I'm okay. I'm... I'm you. I want my body back."

"I know, Chad. I know. This wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"Like what?" I was finding it harder to concentrate; all my energy was focused on my erection, and I fought to keep my hands off it. I needed to know what the fuck was going on, and Dan was the only one who could tell me.

"The stuff in my water bottle. I don't think we were supposed to drink so much of it. Do you remember that?"

Of course! That was the last thing I remembered doing in my body.

"You planned this!" I swore to myself before putting the phone back to my ear. "You were going to slip that shit to me? Steal my body?"

"I was going to ask." Again, I didn't really believe him, but he was right. I'd just grabbed it like it belonged to me. That was who I am... or was.

"What the hell was that stuff? Is this going to wear off?" I could barely focus; the sound of that sexy voice in my ears was driving me wild. I started stroking this cock, which now seemed like it was as big as my old one was. Also, I'm not sure if I was imagining it, but it seemed like my beer gut was a little smaller, my stomach tighter.

"It's supposed to wear off. Should have by now. I don't know what happened. Can you sit tight there? I'm on my way, but I'm going to stop off at a friend's to see if I can get some info on how to straighten this out."

I could hear the concern in Dan's voice, and it kept me calm, though my euphoria at masturbating was pretty strong. I felt like I'd taken some weird kind of sex drug or something. My cock was all I could seem to think about, along with the deep voice that was rumbling in my ear.

"I'll be... fine," I managed, picturing Dan, in my body, heading towards me even now.

"You sure?" There was a pause. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just imagining you bringing your hot body over here as fast as you can-- Chad." I heard myself say it, my mind slipping into a fog.

I heard his heavy breathing, like he was thinking something over, as I continued stroking my dick, kicking my under shorts onto the floor so I could feel my naked body beneath my hands, rubbing the fingers of my free hand through my chest hair (was it thicker?) as I held the phone with my chin pressing against my shoulder. I heard the wheels of his car squealing on the pavement, as if he had made a sharp turn.

"Hang on there, Dan." he said, darkly. "I'm gonna come by there and take care of you, baby. No need to worry about... whatever we were talking about, until later. Take your hands off that cock, buddy, until I get there. You hear me?"

I released myself, free and throbbing, fighting the urge to wipe the drop of precum from the tip with my finger.

"Yes, sir." I held the phone tightly, like I was holding his hand.

"Sit tight, Dan," he ordered. "I'm pulling into your driveway right now." The phone disconnected, and I debated putting my shorts back on before he got here, ultimately deciding to wait naked. I unlocked the door for Chad, and went back to the couch to wait for him. •

This collection was originally created as a compressed archive for personal offline viewing
and is not intended to be hosted online or presented in any commercial context.

Any webmaster choosing to host or mirror this archive online
does so at their sole discretion.

Archive Version 070326