My Own Wizard Pt 3

[brutus]

Standard disclaimers.


Part 2 is here.

Story starts here.

Part 3: Saturday Night



Those words rang through my head again, and again, “Can I borrow your body tonight?” As if the last week of my life wasn’t bizarre enough, now Bryce wants to borrow my body? “What the fuck do you even mean by that?” I queried him. He immediately responded, “It’s quite simple: We switch bodies for the night. Last night reminded me that it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, and I’m thinking that with your body, handsome face, and those stunning blue eyes of yours, I shouldn’t have a problem picking up a girl or two. Think of the mid 80s film All Of Me, only a lot less dramatic.” I agreed so long as he promised to use protection during sex (it is my body after all!)

After the spells, feeding, etc. Bryce put another growth spell on me, and I passed out for 2 hours. I woke up at about 7 PM. Bryce had a massive meal ready, and showed me all the food he had multiplied in the fridge. “I use the same trick as Jesus did with the loaves and fishes thing. It’s really quite simple, and here is a ton of food for you to prepare for me and any girl or girls I might return with tonight.” I knew Bryce was kind of gloating about multiplying the food, and comparing himself to Jesus felt a bit blasphemous to me, but he was raised differently from me. He saw things differently from how I saw them. He loved living life much more than I could even imagine. It also explained how he could always cook up so much, and he’d just buy a bag or two of groceries each week. It also explained how every steak, every egg, and every chicken looked identical. “OK, so I got fresh condom while you slept, and the only decision now is do we want to swap bodies now, or after dinner? Please say now, because I’ve always had such a small appetite and I would love to se how it feels to consume such quantities of food!” He was nearly begging. I told him that I’d been eating all week, and although his cooking is delicious, all that eating gets monotonous, besides, after all he’s done for me this week, I should let him have a bit of fun.

Bryce then lead me into the living room. He asked one last time if I was OK with this, “I love to have fun, and boast a bit, but personal choice is a line I would never cross!” I affirmed, and he told me to lie down on the new sofa, and meditate on floating up to the ceiling. The next thing I knew, he was deep in meditation in a chair near my, and them I felt his fingers on mine. He was across the room, but his fingers were pulling on mine. My whole body was vibrating, and I heard this loud sound, then he pried one finger out of my physical body, and another, soon it was both hands, and he was pulling me with a great force. Finally it felt like I just snapped out of me. We were both floating near the ceiling, and it was much more Shirley McLane’s Out On A Limb then it was Steve Martin’s All Of Me. I meant sliver cords and all! I floated into his body and he floated into mine. The next thing I knew, I was this tiny dude standing next to a giant. My body had like 24 inch arms, but it was now 6 ft. 3, so they had to be over 25 inches! I looked up to the mountain of muscle that had been me, now towering over me. Then I hear my voice boom out, “I’m starving, lets eat!” This is so weird. I can’t wait for this meal to be over, and soon it was. I just had a small portion of everything, and Bryce was almost glowing from the feeling of consuming 40 lbs of food in one sitting. “Hey, since I can’t drive, and this body doesn’t really fit in the cab of your truck, would you please dump me off downtown?” I then answered, “Sure thing, just hp I the back, and take care of my body, it’s the only one I got!” He replied that he would be careful, and could I please drop him off near the bars in the Arts District? As he got out of the back of the truck, he snapped my fingers, and my blemishes disappeared, being replaced by a beautiful golden tan. I couldn’t believe how handsome I was with a tan!

About half an hour later I was back home, and cleaning up the dinner dishes when I thought about the fact that I just drove home, alone, and at night on a learner’s permit. Another person’s body is an odd thing to get used to. After the dishes were cleaned, I vacuumed the living room, fluffed the cushions, and settled into his room to watch a movie, with a nice glass of wine, and a couple tokes of his weed. It was nice not to worry about everything you consumed for once. I also loved just moving round in a tiny body. Lying on his twin sized bed watching a movie was just so comfortable without needing to prop up mounts of flesh with pillows. Then suddenly it hit me: I’d better remove the Pride flag, and the AIDS awareness poster from my room! So I swapped them out for a piece of artwork from his room. I straightened it up while I was there; after all, I’ve never brought girls back to my room! I’d only brought back lifter guys that don’t even think about d?cor! Soon after I heard a car pull-up, and giggling. I was still vacuuming my room as I here Bryce shout, “Hey, Bryce, I’m home!” I responded, “Already? That was quick! Did you have fun? Oh, and I’m almost done vacuuming your room. Do you want a snack?”

Bryce came up to my room, where I was winding up the cord to the vacuum, with a girl under each of my massive arms saying, “Oh Bryce, you are such a nice roommate. Met Belinda, and Brenda. They just got off of their shift at Sapphire Lounge and I’m sure we’d all appreciate a bite. Will you be ready in half an hour?” “Sure thing Brody, I’ll have a whole mess of food ready in a bit. Just come down to the kitchen after you kids have some fun.” I replied. All sorts of weird sex sounds emerged from my bedroom. While I was cooking I thought about how many straight people I have in my life, and I little I understand them. Later, Bryce, er, me emerged from my room. It was very odd calling someone else my name, but he’d used my ID, so they knew that body’s name was Brody.

Getting to know the girls that night was interesting, I’d never hung out with strippers. I guess it was Bryce’s dream to have a 3-way with 2 female strippers, and with my new body, that must have been an easy goal. Belinda had a truck, so she hauled Bryce in the payload like I did, and Brenda was her work buddy. They both were young, impossibly thin, bleach-blonde hair, and huge fake tits. I didn’t get it, but as long as he had fun I guess it didn’t matter. The girls seemed nice enough anyways.

I fell asleep hearing Bryce and the girls having sex, and I woke up the next morning to the sounds of Bryce and the girls going at it. “Oh well, I may as well start cooking” I thought. About 45 minutes later I had a massive spread laid out that any casino’s buffet would envy, and then Bryce and the girls walked down stairs to meet me in the kitchen. “See girls, I told you Bryce is the best roommate ever! He loves it when I stand over him and flex like this.” He then got next to me and did one pose after another, and I totally started to pop wood. Then he continued, “Every lifter like me needs a pocket gay like Bryce!” Oh whatever he’s on about.

Soon enough he and the girls were full, they fooled around up stairs a little more and then he ushered the girls out the door announcing he had to get ready for his big day of lifting. He returned where I was still cleaning the dishes and announced, “You want me to flex for you more don’t you? You love watching this massive, powerful body flexing over that puny, little insignificant body. Don’t you?” I quickly retorted, “Well, yes, but only after you wash off that stench of sex juice & cigarettes that you picked up from the hair of those two floozies. Now go wash off that body of mine, and let me finish up the cleaning.

Dishes done, condoms picked up from my room, Fabreaze sprayed, windows open. Just as I was finishing up, he came out of the bathroom naked. As he started flexing for me in the buff, I started to wonder: is it wrong to be this attracted to your own body?

Continued here.

[skumbum]

I wonder if he gets his body back...

[brutus]

I'm thinking he will, but this story is different than how I planned it. I guess the story will unfold on its own.

[curinga]

Oh man! So many possibilities!! Maybe the wizard kind of "likes too much" being the big one and keep growing the muscle mountain for himself...

anyway, amazing story so far! Please keep going - and GROWING!!

[funboy]

Fun, fun, fun, 'till a Daddy took my wizard away-ay! Nice one - like this a lot. so many possibilities!

[brutus]

Part 4 is up, and He still has his wizard, but there are all sorts of possibilities. The daddy will be back in part 5, but like his trainer Billy-Bob, he will be dwarfed by what Brody has become over the weekend! I think part 5 will need to introduce a couple new characters. This story will either need a change of course, or it will go very, very macro very soon! Either option is good IMHO.