Getting A Promotion

Getting a Promotion

My boyfriend worked for a big pharmaceutical company in the city. He came home one day and told me that he’d been considered for a promotion to management at work, but they were concerned that he didn’t look authoritative enough, and that he looked too young for the position to command the respect it needed. They knew he had the knowledge to fill the role, but were unsure if he could delegate and take a leading position - he just seemed too nice. At 5′6 with a slim build, he sometimes still gets mistaken for an intern, despite having been there for 3 years.

Nevertheless, the company respected his loyalty and wanted to make it work. So he took the opportunity and went for the next round of the application process. He messaged me during the day and took me they’d given him a conditional offer and that he would need to go to the lab in the afternoon. I was so pleased for him. He messaged me with lots of happy emojis, his enthusiasm really showed.

Towards 6pm, he messaged me “Leaving the office now. Get dinner ready.” Woah, that doesn’t sound like him - why so direct all of all sudden? I thought to myself. I did as instructed and started to prepare dinner, hoping everything was alright. 

I heard the door open as he walked in “Hey babe, welcome home!” I shouted from the kitchen. I hear him walk to the kitchen and a deep, serious voice answers me “Hey babe, I’m home.” 

“Who the fuck are you?” I shout at him, looking for a knife.

“It’s me, babe, Stewart. The company helped me find a way to fit my new role a little” He replied calmly and confidently. My normally bashful boyfriend stood there like he owned the place, he must be over 6 foot tall now and his suit hugged his body.

“Stewie? That’s you?” I ask in shock.

“Yeah babe, and it’s Stewart, okay.” He said sternly “Stewie is a kid’s name, and I’m a Senior Executive now, alright?” I look to the floor, feeling sorry for having offended him. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ll get used to it. Want to feel this body? Bet it’s making you hard. Come on, feel me”

“I’ve got to finish some emails, but then you can suck daddy’s cock. I am the man of the house now. Got it?”

Present for my Dad

My Dad had supported me my whole life and made so many sacrifices, that I wanted to pay him back somehow for all he has done for me. So I got him a little present.

“Hey, Dad, I got a little something for you to thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me over the past 19 years old. You never put yourself first, but today it’s your turn for me to sacrifice something for you. I got you this device, which allows you to either take of transfer aspects of us with each other! And since you didn’t have the chance to fully live your youth, I thought you might like to borrow some stuff from me for the weekend or something!” I excitedly and proudly gave me Dad the device and saw him examine it - he’s so bad with technology, he’ pretty old school. “You have to talk into it - go on give it a go!”

“Thanks, son! I don’t know what to say, I’m so proud of you and it has been tough, but it’s been worth it. Well here goes nothing!” He presses the button on the device “Hello, I would like to exchange our ages if that is possible please” he asked so politely, that I had to laugh, but it was short lived as I suddenly felt a wave of fatigue pass over me and my Dad looked just like some old photos at Grandma’s house. “Oh wow, it worked!” he exclaimed, his voice a little less gravelly than I was used to. “This is so amazing, son! I haven’t felt this alive in years! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… well, I don’t know what I’m going to do. This is the best give ever!” And with that, he ran off, while I was feeling happy for him, but also wondering whether this was a good idea. 

A few hours later, he came back out to me in the garden wearing some of my clothes “Are those my...” He interrupted me and and said “This has been amazing so far, but I don’t really know anyone my age, so I want thinking, I might meet up with your friends.” Then, without giving me chance to respond, he pressed the button and said “I want my son’s body”, and with that, he looked exactly like me, and I was my father, beard and all. He lifted up his, or my, tshirt and checked out his new torso. “Fuck, son, you really did work hard on this. Proud of you.” It was so weird to hear my voice say that. “Anyway, gotta go! Oh, and can I take your phone? It’s just, I don’t have your friends numbers. Thanks!” And with that, he was gone. 

I wondered how he would get on, he didn’t know my password or anything, but then I remembered that his new fingerprint would open the phone anyway. Dammit. And will he even know how to use Instagram and WhatsApp? He can barely do text messages. I relaxed at home in my Dad’s body before heading up to bed around 11pm. Man, my knees hurt climbing those stairs - I guess I should sleep in my Dad’s room tonight too. I checked myself out in his mirror. Well, my old man isn’t that bad looking, and it’s only temporary. 

I woke up a few times in the night to head to the bathroom - super annoying - and then could not sleep past 5am. I guess this body doesn’t need so much sleep! I saw my Dad’s phone on the side and decided to see if he wrote anything. Hmmmmm, seems like he sent a message, let’s see if we can get that open… Which program do I use again for messages? Or do they call it an app? Oh fuck, I should know this - does that mean he took my knowledge of all that technology stuff too??? Oh God…

I run to my Dad sleeping in my room and shake him awake, panicking and telling him he can’t just take my knowledge like that and begging him to leave my mind out of it and to just enjoy the weekend in my body before we swap back. “Fine, fine, calm down” He rolls over, grabs the device and presses the button. “Make my son think he has been my father all along and give me everything I need to know to be him!!” He shouts. “This was too good, and I am never giving it back!” 

“Oh, are you okay, son? Can’t remember why I came in here now, old age playing tricks on your old man. You get some sleep and I’ll see you later on.” Damn, that boy sure is popular, let’s see if I see him downstairs before lunchtime haha. Time to grab me a coffee, I think! While I drink my coffee, I decide to have a look at that Instagrade or Instagram app. My son made me an account but I don’t really post anything. Honestly, I can’t really remember how. Oh, but my son has posted something - damn he is looking good - what I wouldn’t give to be that age again. Oh and there’s a caption:

“Big thanks to my Dad for making me the person I am today - couldn’t have done it without your sacrifices.”

On Site

After years of studying and finally getting my MBA and now I am here on a building site! Such a joke. I was doing a site visit and I said a bit too loud that the project wasn’t progressing quickly enough and that I would withdraw funds if people didn’t get their lazy asses off the ground and do some work. Now I am stuck as Cabe here while he has taken my body. I am not as smart as I was somehow and I have lost all the knowledge that I took years to build up! But it’s kinda okay, I love the physical work and am suddenly much more interested in sports and my car. Growing a bit of a beard to impress the ladies. 

Meanwhile, Cabe in my body seems to be making himself right at home. He comes to the site in his expensive suits and drives here in a Porsche, such a sweet ride! He uses a load of words that I haven’t a clue about anymore too - nerd. He must be on a massive salary though, which is so unfair, since we are actually the guys that get the work done! But all the guys seem to love him - he raised our salaries and makes sure we are all happy. Guess he is doing a better job of being me than me...

Clinical Trials

Day 1:

This is me on day one. I signed up for a clinical trial of a new designer drug at my university. Well, less a designer drug and more a designer infection. My research partner combined the genomes of a series of infections like leprosy, and a few diseases that affect the endocrine system, as well as a few other conditions to create a treatment to adjust a person’s physical appearance to be more conforming to current ideals. We endlessly debated the ethics, but decided to test on one of ourselves. Day one, feeling good, little nervous, but prepared to give it a go in the name of science! Hehe, here’s a cheeky snap of me so far. Time to get an injection with the infection...

Day 35

My hormones are going crazy! I have grown a good few inches and the treatment has totally started leaning my body out. I am hungry, like, all the time, which sucks, I just keep eating and eating, but get the worst stomach ache if I eat too many fatty and sugary things, Been trying to get it lean, some guys from Sports Sciences have been helping with the nutrition. And my skin has been super itchy, think that is the leprosy part reacting with my skin to turn it black. Amazing that we could code in exactly how!

The transformation has been making me feel super different too, man. I mean like, feeling super pumped all the time, it’s pretty weird. I started heading more to the gym to burn of some of this energy and testosterone, but still, makes me feel invincible sometimes, other times aggressive, and other times just want to fuck anything that moves. I keep trying to go to the lab to meet up with my colleagues, but I don’t know dude, they just seem different, like they have changed and not me. I don’t think they really understand what I am going through. I hope and I still the same at the end of it though, just another few weeks before they’ll give me the antidote. But yeah, I hate to admit it, but the changes kinda turn me on. Damn, getting hard just thinking about it, gotta go...

Day 80:

Man, can’t believe this whole shit is other already. Last observation before I get the fuck out of here? I look amazing bro, you’re all just jealous. I mean, look at this shit? My dick is so meaty now. I feel so good now, feel like I was always meant to be this way, people look at me and want to be me or get fucked by me, and I fuck like 3 times a day. Have so much energy, can’t believe I used to be so shy, or that I did this whole lame science shit. Getting physical is where it’s at, which is why I couldn’t care less about getting kicked out of this university. Sure I beat up some guy in the lab last week, but he was fucking asking for it. So long, fuckers, I’m heading out into the real world to live for once.

Assignment

Time for me to go back undercover. They pump me full of some new DNA and then I have the perfect cover to track down and catch the suspects in the act. It’s tough to be away from my wife for weeks on end, but she understands that I was married to the job first. 

Okay, so this is what I was expecting, I feel so weak and delicate, and I look like such a pussy too - how am I meant to take down a people trafficker looking like this? What’s that? He’s gay? So you want me to seduce him? Ahhh man, this is gonna be harder than I thought. I’m not sure I am up for this - normally I am just some brutish henchman, not some boytoy. 

Luckily the bureau also provides a complete cover story that can be inhaled to ensure there are no slip ups on assignment - time to breath in what I need to 

know...

Oh my God, honey, you look soooo hot in that uniform! I did not notice until now how hot our uniforms make us look, I would suck you off here and now, hehehe. Omg, I feel so horny, I need some hot daddy to fill me up. But first I need to shave my body, all the body hair on my chest is just ewwww. Then maybe I can work on my tan, and get in some cardio at the gym, wanna be looking my most fabulous for the assignment!

Cheat Meal

This is me. Pretty hot, right? Takes a lot of hard work inside the gym, and out. Nutrition is just as important as working out when you want to get this lean, which is why I have one cheat meal a week to keep the cravings at bay. Well, that’s what I tell my fans on Instagram. The reality is, I have a lot more cheat meals, just not in this body. 

That’s where my roommate Robert comes in! He was also pretty fit, but less bothered and lean gains. Whenever I get the cravings for a burger or something, we simply swap bodies. I get to head to any burger joint I like and enjoy eating 1000s of calories in one sitting, and he gets to enjoy my muscles in the meantime. It’s a win-win! Robert helped me out with my regular cheat meals for a few months, and I noticed he was starting to pile on a few pounds in the process - but no wonder really! 

Then one day, I just couldn’t switch back and I was stuck on Robert’s body. Upset, I turned to the one thing that could comfort me - food. It got out of control. Robert meanwhile was loving my life and took every opportunity to call me “Fatty” or mocking my “Dad bod”. He even used to hide snacks around my room that I would eventually find...and eat. 

And as I was getting fatter, he was getting leaner!

 I eventually stopped going to the gym, it was too hard and I was too self conscious. He entered himself into competitions and won! I was starting to get turned on by my former self. James was so hot! Fuck, I am even calling him by my old name now. Wish he would let me touch those abs...