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Too Late

As the desk phone started ringing, Alexandre woke up with a jolt.

He had apparently fallen asleep on the sofa, and was now trying to understand where he was, who he was, what time it was. He didn't care. He closed his eyes and collapsed on his belly once again.

Some seconds passed, but the ringing wouldn't hint at stopping.

Alexandre finally groaned and stretched towards the coffee table right next to the sofa. His eyes still closed, he fumbled for the retro landline and brought it closer.

Finally, with a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and distorted from sleeping.

"Uh, hello? Who's there?" His mother's voice replied.

Alexandre sighed. "Mum, it's me"

There was silence for a couple seconds. "Are you a friend of Alexandre? Is this some kind of prank?"

"Mum, please, what-"

Before he could end the sentence, Alexandre was struck by a sudden realization. He opened his eyes and looked back.

He was lying supine on the sofa.

And he was naked.

And, most importantly, he wasn't in his body.

Instead of his own teenager frame, his PE teacher's fully-developed physique was lying in front of his eyes.

A strong, powerful arm, covered by a thin layer of light brown hair, was holding up the phone. It wasn't too ripped, but it was muscular enough to see the bulky, solid tricep twitching every now and then beyond Alexandre's will, and a bulging bicep bloated in a hard contraction.

Attached to the arm, a muscular back, which Alexandre couldn't fully see, but he knew very well. He had seen it multiple times, and knew by heart the sexy ouroboros tattooed between his shoulder blades.

The back muscles formed some smooth bumps now and then, leading from Alexandre's nape to his bottom.

Right there, the teacher's legendary ass was raising in its full glory. A couple of squishy, yet impressively solid bubble cheeks was bulging out, staring right back at Alexandre and preventing him from clearly seeing his legs.

He was quite ashamed to admit that professor Bernardi's ass was what had drawn his attention first and made him eager to try his teacher's body. Honestly, nobody in the whole school couldn't help but notice it, also because Mr. Bernardi usually wrapped it up, together with his legs, in tight jeans that didn't let it go unnoticed. To be fair, however, by taking his teacher's appearance, Alexandre had discovered that every pair of trousers was definitely too small for that ass, unless he wanted to wear trousers double his size. Since then, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Mr. Bernardi, as he had no choice but show his beefy ass around like that - which, actually, resulted not only in appreciation, but often in a mock too.

Alexandre instinctively brought a hand to his ass cheeks, caressed the slightly haired skin and clenched his glutes. The soft bubbles instantly turned into solid rock. He could feel that his teacher's meaty dick, buried between his massive abdomen and the sofa, turned into solid rock as well.

Alexandre then proceeded to raise his legs a little bit, just to fully check the body he was in.

Perfect legs for a perfect ass, one would say. From behind his ass cheeks, Alexandre saw two bulky, thick thighs emerging. All their muscles were bulging and twitching in a hard attempt to sustain the whole, heavy legs in the air, and extended all the way down towards a couple of perfectly sculpted calves, partially covered by a pair of black socks that wrapped up the teacher's large feet.

Before Alexandre fell asleep, he was trying on the sexiest outfits he could think of, and this was one - all naked, except for his father's borrowed socks - was one of them.

"Who are you?", Alexandre's mother brought him back to reality. The young man was caught by a sudden anxiety, and, without saying anything, he immediately hung up.

His beefy, large body quickly got up and soon landed his big feet in the floor with a low tud.

Normally, Alexandre would squeeze his teacher's brawny pecs, or play with his strangely hypersensitive nipples, but now he was too worried to even care abut them, or about the massive erection between his legs.

He rushed to his room, carefully balancing his body every step he took. His ass buns twitched and jiggled, but he didn't have time to notice it.

Once in his room, Alexandre took his phone. He had left it on the bed before starting the dress-up session.

He looked at the display.

He felt his heart sink.

"No. No." Was everything he could say.

He threw the phone back on his bed and covered his face with his large hands. He could feel his teacher's thin beard gently scratching his skin.

"What am I gonna do now?"

The instructions of the potion were clear. No more than two hours in a different body, or the shapeshift will be irreversible.

Alexandre loved that body, of course. But one thing was playing with it in his spare time, another thing was being trapped inside of it for the rest of his life. Not to mention the fact that the true Mr. Bernardi was still there, and Alexandre couldn't live his life even if he wanted to.

The young man - not so young anymore - headed to the bathroom, where he had left his shape-shifting kit.

"Maybe... I can still try."

He fumbled for the antidote inside the kit pack. As he found the little vial, he uncorked it and guzzle all the liquid.

Alexandre waited for some seconds, standing in front of the mirror. His teacher's face was staring back at him with an unnatural intimidated expression and wet eyes.

Time passed, and his short, light brown hair and beard were still there.

His juicy pecs, moving up and down according to Alexandre's breath, didn't change in the slightest.

His abs, covered by a thin pad of fat, contracted in fear.

Nothing was changing.

Alexandre threw the antidote vial to the ground.

"Putain!", he roared, and immediately ran to his parents' room.

He couldn't stay at home for sure, as his mother would probably come in less than thirty minutes. The only thing he could do was to search for the guy that had sold him the kit and find a remedy, hoping not to meet the real Mr. Bernardi in the meantime.

But first, Alexandre had to find some clothes that could fit his giant ass...

Cover Story/The Announcement

“Testing, testing. Can everyone hear me? This is Coach Hanson speaking. The principal’s not in… condition… to speak right now so I’ve been tasked with it instead.

Apparently a cosmic phenomenon called the ‘Great Shift’ or something has just occurred, causing our minds to have been scrambled and put inside the wrong bodies. However, as some of you have noticed, a few of you seemed to be unaffected by it. That also seems to be the case for me and Principal William.

I’m sure a lot of you are confused or panicking right now, but please remain calm and listen to me; I want everyone to go to the gym where we’ll orient ourselves and confirm each other’s identity. Please refrain from "visiting the restrooms” or hooking up before we can confirm the real cause, as we have no idea of the consequences. One might even forget who they are…

Just know that me and the principal will try our hardest to figure this all out in the meanwhile.“

…..

Coach Hanson ended the announcement reaffirmingly and made sure the microphone was turned off, before turning to watch Principal William finish tying up two unconscious boys inside the closet and locking the door to it. The two adults then walked up to each others before they both grabbed hold of the other’s face and mashed their faces together. With their tongues deep inside each other’s mouth and their scruff bristling against each other, they both began laughing and smiling victoriously through the kiss.

"Thanks Jon. Even though I might be bigger and stronger now I’m still just as afraid to speak in front of others…” Principal William pulled away from the kiss to give his own muscled and suited self a few pats.

“No worries, Ashie. You’ll learn to be more confident soon enough. Especially with that kind of body.” Coach Hanson replied, before grinning deviously and squeezing the other man’s bulge until he moaned. “Now, are we ready to go? We gotta be as far away from here as possible before your machine activates again and scrambles everyone’s minds back right?”

“Uhu. Atleast 2 kilometers. What I can’t believe is that your elaborate cover up story with the "Great Shift” is gonna work… No one will ever find out that it was us, nor question why our real bodies have memory loss…“ Principal William packed the last of his things in a suitcase, including a leather harness perfectly in his size.

"Well, I’m not a literature freak for nothing.” Coach Hanson winked, while also stuffing a pair of his dirty and musky jockstrap into a sports bag.

“And I’m a science freak.” The principal answered with a smile, as they held hands and stepped out of the office. They walked through the empty school hallways and slowly pulled out of the school parking lot, while both being incredibly excited for the fun they would have in a random motel room for the next coming hours.