This choice: From the top of the stomach down • Go Back...Chapter #4From the top of the stomach down by: TR Howler   "From like here.." your father gestures with large hands from his diaphragm to the floor. "Down? We swap our abs. You've got that sleeve of tattoos that I can't wear to the office and I don't think I'm ready for a nipple piercing." He smiles and furrows a rugged brow. Your handsome father looks at you expectantly.
"This is the weirdest day." You laugh.
"It'll be fun. You'd be surprised at the strength in these quads. I've been working out with my army buddies. Running every morning. We're trying that new cross fit thing. It's so painful but I feel so good." Your father leans his thick torso against the work bench and crosses the brown brogues on his feet to relax.
You consider this odd arrangement. Your father has an impressive build for a retired military officer. He keeps in good shape and he's got an impressive stride to his walk. Your mother has healthy beautiful children, you and your siblings have always looked like a living J.Crew advertisement. And its no secret your father practices a healthy sex life. You're curious what he's got hiding in his well-tailored slacks.
"Let's go for it." You say. You walk with confidence over to the guillotine and lay with your arms crossed behind your head, flexing your biceps for dad. He smiles and closes the trap. SHING!
You've been cut in two! It tickles.
"You ok?" Your father asks.
"Help me up!" You laugh. You place your hands on the frame and pull yourself forward to peek at your legs. You can still move, you feel the same as when you laid in the guillotine. You place your boots on the floor and attempt to stand. Your white cotton tshirt has been sliced through! The first thing you see is the fabric falling away from the contours of your lean obliques. The light tuft of hair above the dimples in your back. The waistband of your worn Levis, rising before you. Your lower half, standing on its own! And your ass looks great from this angle! The tickling sensation in your pecs is matched in the pit of your abs. Your dick pulses, not hard but getting excited.
Your father takes the scrap of fabric hanging off your waist and throws it aside. He turns your legs towards him and you feel his rough hand on the small of your back. This gets you hard despite it being your father. Hoping he doesn't notice your bulge, you push yourself up onto your hands to get down from the guillotine.
"You look like a spider!" Your dad laughs.
"The thing cut my shirt!" You shift the weight in your legs as you get used to standing with your hands. You probably do look like a spider but it's fucking cool walking around like this! "Get in the thing! But take your clothes off if you don't want them messed up. This guillotine has a strange kind of magic."
Your father agrees. He throws off his suit jacket, carelessly draping it onto the work bench. He undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt quickly, with precision, flexing the muscles in his sleeves. Soon he's undressed. He brushes the front of his torso, fluffing the salt and peppered chest hair. His patent leather belt resting gently on his slim waist. Damn, Daddy's got abs. This will be fun!
"Ready?" You ask, crawling over to the machine.
"Do it!" He grunts. SHING! Your father kicks his leg over the bench so his lower half is sitting to face you. The cuffs of his slacks rise and reveal the dress socks he's been wearing all day falling down one of his ankles. His soft abs rising and falling with breath. You notice a tightening in his crotch as his top half lays on one side like a playboy model. He rests his head on the palm of his hand, propping himself up on one elbow, pecs and biceps almost swelling.
You have your legs walk slowly towards him. You hear your boots connecting with concrete on every step, your jeans gently rocking with your stride. In front of you, your fathers feet adjust themselves flat on the floor, his glutes flex to release tension. Your father now has your hips in his hands, his firm grasp on your pelvic bones. You crawl up onto your fathers legs and adjust yourself to connect the halves together.
Standing, with your fathers legs, you feel complete. You've lost the sensation of your other half away from you. You're taller, somehow. You're about the same height as your father but his torso is longer. Not only have you gained definition but vertebrae! You see your father groping your ass.
"Hey! Wear 'em or switch back!" You say.
Your father, looks at you almost dazed. He shakes his head and pulls himself up on your legs to connect the two halves.
"Nice crop top." He points at you. Your arms hang at your fathers sides. His abs rising and falling with your breath under what used to be a white cotton tshirt. Now you're wearing your fathers dress clothes on your strong legs. His legs. This is weird. You see your nipple piercing sticking out of the ripped fabric, against the contrast of your fathers lower half. Your dick swells and you gasp.
You grab for it with your hands. Your fathers penis is huge like firehose in grocery bag -- How does he walk around with this and not poke other people in the eye. You had no idea. Holding his member you look at him amazed. He's now standing in front of a dusty mirror he's uncovered in the garage, admiring his new form. Your shirtless father with your tight back dimples.
"I feel seventeen again." He says, turning and flexing in the mirror.
"I'm twenty-one." You offer back. Coming to stand next to him.
"We should go out. Show off." He's groping your ass again. You figure, it's his for now, let him have some fun. You've always dressed with a sort of rebel without a cause flare. You and your father liked to fix up motorcycles for fun. You've got the jackets and boots and other corporate processed punk rocker goods. Though he's more Banana Republic and Calvin Klein. You could have fun with this guillotine. Mix up your parts and play dress up and mess around and.. there should be more people involved. You're going to have to get off eventually. Though you're dad is straight. Do you think he'd go to a leather bar? Or even a gay club? Does he want to play with other guys?
"What would we do if we went out?" You ask him as he collects his clothes.
"I don't know. I want to play with this more. I'm sorry son but I'm so hard right now." He confesses. You see your dick across from you, tight in your jeans. Though you can't feel it, you know what he's going through.
"Dad, I like-"
"Boys. I know. Let's find more. We can mix and match."
"But you're straight! You want to play with boys?"
"I've lived a well examined life, son. Your mother and I are very happy. However, I've always been attracted to men and women. And if I'm playing with your toys I ought to play by your rules.." He offers. You watch him walk in circles with your waist. You stand flexing all the muscles you can think of in your fathers well built legs. You are equally aroused.
"I want to get off. I can't take it." You grope your fathers rope-like member.
"Isn't your friend supposed to be here?" Your father furrows his masculine brow.
You remember that you were supposed to have been studying instead of playing with magical objects and switching body parts with your fucking dad! Andy was supposed to be here soon. And was tall and built. 6'4" or so. He's an artist, model and or photographer. He's got a really vain instagram account with an ocean of followers. What would it be like to have his body? Or even wearing your fathers body, getting off with Andy would be fun..
"Yeah! Andy!"
"Mmm. Andy would be fun." Your father offers. "Also! There's Kyle from the office."
"Your assistant?" You ask expectantly. You have to lean against something. The thought of Kyle is far too arousing. Your fathers cock starts to leak precum. "Would Kyle like this?"
"He'd get a real kick out of it. Kyle and I get along." Your fathers cock responds as if it's familiar. This sounds intriguing. Kyle works out with your father, they go rock climbing together.
"What should we do?" You ask.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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