Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2019 18:38:13 -0600 From: christopher davies Subject: Any Body I Want 2 This is obviously a work of fiction. None of this happened, nor could it. If fictional narratives of gay sex with underage boys is offensive or illegal for you, do not continue. Please donate to Nifty if you like these stories! My name is Seth and I'm a 52 year old biochemist at a well known pharmaceutical company. I recently developed a way to successfully take on the physical form of anybody I touch. With minimal skin to skin contact, I can transform into an exact clone of any person while retaining my own mind and complete control of the transformation. I have used this breakthrough in many ways. My favorite is to explore sex through any body I want. I had recently taken on the form of a local competitive diver named Caleb. He is 13 years old, 5' 3" & 90 lbs with a very light complexion. His developing muscle tone is noticeable in his flat 6 pack abs and muscular yet lithe limbs. He has brown eyes and short light brown hair as well a mischievous crooked grin. Caleb also has a very respectable bulge in his competition swim brief! In my first adventure as his body double, I seduced a young gay man at a hotel. After sucking and fucking as a hyper-sexy middle schooler I went home to plan my next encounter. Now back in my natural middle aged form, I sat in my backyard drinking a cold F5 IPA. My thoughts drifted through the endless possibilities before me. Could my drug make me immortal? Am I actually causing irreversible side effects? Could I take on the form of powerful policy makers and stop our nation's endless wars for profit? Could I go to summer camp as a 12 year old? Could I become a teenage girl and get gang banged by a little league baseball team? Could I do something publicly humiliating as the doppelgänger of some celebrity asshole? The world was truly my oyster. About then the doorbell rang. I went through the house to the front door where I found two Boy Scouts selling popcorn. Jackpot! They looked to be twelve and ten years old. I let them make their sales pitch. The twelve year old, Bryce, was just about 5ft 6 with short black hair, brown eyes, and a freckled nose. He had a strong southern drawl as he continued selling me popcorn. At this point the 10 year old, Liam, began his half of the pitch. Liam had thick copper-red hair. It was also short, but you could tell it would be an unruly nightmare if he let it grow out. Liam was just under 5ft tall and surprised me with a British accent. Not London, probably working class Midlands. Like John Lennon before puberty. But way cuter! Liam was very lean; almost sinewy. The legs sticking out the bottom of his green scout shorts were utterly smooth and thin. I introduced myself and shook both of their hands. I felt the tingle and warmth throughout my nervous system as the DNA of both these cute boys began to take over a few thousand cells in my spinal fluid. Now I would be able to trigger a full metamorphic chain reaction whenever I wanted to look and feel like either Bryce or Liam. I chatted with both of them for a while. They really seemed like good kids. I finally said "Tell you what. If I can guess where each of you are from I get buy one get one free today. If I'm wrong, I buy two cans of popcorn from each of you. Deal?" "Deal!" Said Bryce. "Okay. Liam, you're from....Manchester, UK?" "Fook me your good!" He said. "Bryce. You are from...Jackson, Mississippi!" "Eudora, Arkansas. Pretty damn close, sir." I admitted defeat. "I don't even like popcorn, but a deal's a deal." I paid them for my four cans of stale popcorn. "It was nice chatting with you two. Be careful and good luck selling!" I closed the front door and deposited the popcorn on the kitchen table. Already I was excited about the prospect of cloning into either of those two young Scouts. As I headed upstairs to the bedroom I decided Liam needed some a bath. I turned on the water in the tub and stripped off my clothes. Watching in the mirror I saw my fit yet aged 52 year old body transform. As the pins and needles feeling spread through my body I saw my chest began to narrow and the body hair fade away. My masculine muscles shrank to sinewy slightness and rubs became visible under taught alabaster skin. I looked down to see my own 5" soft cock become hairless and shrink down to a bone hard 2.5" erection that slapped its drum tight foreskin against a smooth boyish stomach. I looked back up at the mirror to see a nude 10yo ginger staring back. I acted on the sudden urge to run my fingers through the thick dark red head of hair. I said to my new reflection "I need my little dick sucked sir." I was surprised to hear no hint of the real Liam's Birmingham accent, just a falsetto version of my own dialect. I realized of course that speech is a learned motor skill. I spoke again this time imitating the young British lad. "Oh I'm going to touch myself all over. I'm quite dirty and need a bath." That sounded much more appropriate! I stepped into the bath and lowered my preteen body slowly into the warm water. I took my time, experiencing the feeling of the nearly too hot water between my firm little buttocks as it rose up my crack and submerged my hairless pink boyhole. My smooth little scrotum was stimulated as my ten year old genitals sank into the suds. I began soaping myself up and loved touching myself everywhere. I finally began fondling that smooth young ballsack. Every touch felt exciting. As I lightly took the pale and utterly hairless penis in my hand I felt ecstatic! I had never played with my very own uncut dick before. I rolled the foreskin down and back up over my bright red little acorn of a glans. This was a different feeling than I was used to. As I slowly wanked my 5th grade phallus I quickly felt an orgasm building from my silky taint to the tips of my toes. My whole schoolboy body tensed and my dicky became almost painfully hard. My dry orgasm felt like when you have a really great full body stretch and yawn only 12 times more intense. I pinched my left nipple hard and whimpered involuntarily as I felt my hard weenie twitch in my tight little fist. The orgasm faded and I continued masturbating Liam's child pecker. This time I grabbed my smallest prostate vibrator from the vanity drawer and carefully slid it up my exquisitely tight pucker. Since I knew what I was doing, it only hurt a little. I turned the sex to up to full stun and feverishly stroked my now 3" cock. Another orgasm made me arch my back violently. Every muscle was tensed as my weight became supported by only my heels on the bottom of the bath and the back of my ginger head against the tub rim. With my foreskin-encircled knob pointing to the ceiling like a pulsing crimson beacon, every millimeter of my nerves felt like a mosquito bite being scratched. I emitted a muffled "NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!" Through my nose as if I were being electrocuted by a toaster suddenly thrown into the water with me. My narrow hips humped rapidly into the air. As my second dry orgasm subsided, I lowered my very relaxed little body back into the warm bath. Panting to catch my breathe I whispered "That was bloody amazing!" I dried off and flopped face first into the bed. With my left ring finger plunging in and out of my sensitive boybud I rhythmically dry humped a pillow. I came again. Less violently than before, but I swear I held my whole body up on my knees and the head of my dick. I lates their in exhausted euphoria. After a few minutes of recovery, I regressed back to my natural body, got dressed, and left the house. I had something good in store for 12 year old Bryce from Eudora, AR.