The vile was secure inside of my pocket, rubbing against my leg as I walked to the pool chair. I was given the vile by my grandfather after he passed away. It was in his will that I was going to receive this and on the day that the decedents received their valuable memories (everything except for his estate) I opened the box that contained the bottle and the note concealed in an envelope outlining the power of the liquid inside of the glass had. So, I thought I would try it out.
I felt the pool chair against my bottom and I was looking around the pool, finding the perfect victims. I looked at the fathers with their children and the groups of girls giggling to each other as they gossiped about who-the-fuck-knows-what. What caught my eye was a couple of guys entering the gated pool with their shirts already removed and their bodies glistening as the light hit the sunscreen rubbed against their bodies. These two would be perfect.
I pulled out the bottle and pulled off the cork. The aroma was sweet but there was an undertone of harsh smells that drifted out of the glass. I brought it to my lips, getting the first taste and almost vomiting. I took it like a shot after preparing myself, throwing the liquid to the back of my throat and swallowing it like a champ. I felt tingly at first, my whole body trying this new flavor for the first time. I looked at the two guys who were spraying their legs with sunscreen, lifting up their shorts. I wasn’t sure why this wasn’t working but then I saw my grandfather, standing in front of me with his arms crossed.
“Well, it’s about time.” He said, his voice echoing by itself. I shook my head and blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming but he didn’t disappear. Standing in front of me was my dead grandpa.
“What is happening right now? Am I dead?” I asked, looking down at myself. I realized that the only things in color at this moment were my grandfather and I, the world around us was just a black and white movie.
“Don’t worry, you get used to it.” He said, referencing the color. “I saw you eyeing those two.” He pointed to the two guys that I was checking out as they entered. They were stretching before they were getting in the pool except everything was going a lot slower. I stood up, feeling lighter.
“Yeah.” I said, following my grandpa over to them. I looked back at my body and it was lifeless on the chair except it looked like it was sleeping. I knew it wasn’t. Eventually someone would find my body and the liquid that I had consumed and they would have considered it a suicide.
My grandpa and I looked over the muscled hunks in front of us and we prepared ourselves for entry. I took my position behind the one with his shorts rolled up a little as my grandfather took his own position behind the one in pink shorts. We nodded at each other and then we pressed ourselves against their bare backs. The world around us filled with color again as we combined with the two bodies. I no longer felt like I was drifting around as my body stretched out. Our eyes were closed as we took control and the world around us was still moving at a much slower speed. I could feel my skin again and how it felt to have a body. It was only a short while but the massive difference in feeling was fantastic. I opened my eyes and the world around the two of us was back to bustling, children jumping into the pool, parents talking, girls gossiping.
“You look good.” My grandpa said to me, placing his hand on my pectoral. I flexed a little bit, astounded by the feeling of having muscle.
“It feels good.” I said to him, my fingers sliding down the center of my torso, between my pecs and then in the middle of my abs. Unfortunately, I couldn’t rip my pants off at the pool so that was going to have to wait. My grandpa was doing the same thing except he pulled open his shorts, let the band snap, and then patted me on the back, happy with his body.
“What do you say we take this back to my place, my landlord knows what’s up. He has a vile too. The place still belongs to me and we can stay there for as long as we want.” He smiled, picking up his bag which had a change of clothes, his wallet, and his phone. I picked up my own bag, the contents the same.
We found our way home which consisted of a short bus ride and then walking a couple of blocks. When we made it inside of the house, my grandfather in his new body pounced. He started to kiss, his hands exploring my body as we made out. It felt really good as I started to reciprocate but it also felt a little weird. He was, after all, my grandfather.
“I can’t.” I said, pushing him away.
“Oh, come on.” He said, groaning. “We aren’t the same people. Well, not physically.” He winked at me and then grabbed his crotch. “It’s not weird because our bodies are different. You know you want it.” He got closer again and I felt his bulge press against mine. I leaned in for a kiss and he turned me around against the wall, pulling out his cock and pulling down my shorts. My own erect cock hit the wall and I started to stroke it as he plowed my asshole, riding me like he hadn’t done this in years. He must have loved being young again.
“OH fuck!” He moaned, cumming inside of me a lot faster than he had expected. “Oh, fuck yeah, this body is fantastic.” I collapsed against me and I came, his body against mine. The cum splattered on the wall and I moaned as his weight pressed me against it.
“You can’t tell your mom about this.” He pulled himself off of me and stretched. I obviously knew that I couldn’t tell my mom but I nodded anyways. I pulled up my shorts and then changed into the clothing that was in my bag. I was going to have to get some more in that size.
“Well, we should probably go shopping.” My grandpa said from the other room. Perfect timing. We climbed into the car after changing and headed to the mall.
Being boyfriends didn’t sound so bad. It’s only my grandpa. In the body of a hunk. Yeah, it’s not so bad.
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