Becoming Alex (your choice almost, part 2) (Patreon)

I was looking forward to getting one of their bodies for six months, being injured and bed bound had not been fun, and since the doctor recommended a body swap to help with recuperation the club felt obliged to help me out.

However, What none of them realised what I pretty much knew everything there was to know about all of them. I wasn’t a stalker of them but I made it my business to know all kinds of things but only because I liked to watch people. For example I knew Alex had a sponsorship and advertising deal with nivea. I knew he often rubbed his feet before a game with a nivea balm oil. He hated smelly feet and always wanted to prevent it. Since he had new boots i hoped he would of done this today. I knew Alex was the one with the hidden tattoo but I didn’t know where or what it was. and since it was his birthday today (15 august) I’d be able to enjoy my first day as him having a family party for his 28th. Couloured skin had always been appealing to me also. I also knew Alex and jack had the same size boots. So it was a 50/50 chance as two of the pairs would be almost identical. I was hoping to become Alex.

I smelled the boots, to be honest they smelt pretty much the same. One pair had a slight aftershave taint to it. Spi assumed they belonged to Alex and selected that pair. The coach took them off me and placed them on my feet. The 3 others sat in chairs opposite me and watched my transformation begin.

My feet instantly transformed and so did the persons feet whose boots I was now wearing. Alex smiled as he saw coloured skin grow up my legs from the boots, I knew I was turning into Alex even though I couldn’t see my legs or his. Soon though I could see parts of myself across the room as he was becoming me and now that I was able to move a little more, I could see my own body changing. Quite literally as part of him turned white, part of me darkened. I knew my feet were now a size 8, I knew my legs were longer to support his taller body, I knew my dick was probably bigger as darker men are always hung. I knew I had more defined abs than before and I knew my chest was waxed. I felt the post match aches across my new body but they were bearable compared too before. I knew I was now 180cm tall and weighed 74kg. I knew I had a 32 inch waist and 35 inch biceps. I saw my head appear on the body in front of me and I knew I was fully him. Clothes, a soccer kit grew from within my skin, and then the tattoo was etched into my hidden place. I knew from the itching.

“Your hidden tattoo is on your dick.? What is it?”

He blushed, using my face. “It sure is and I'm sure you'll find out later.”

He was right, and now it was me blushing now as his mind merged into my own. it was numbers and lines, a tattooist managed to use a measure and he got his dick as hard as possible, numbers etched into his dick, my dick, 0inch at the base all the way to 10inch at the tip. It was an exact scale too.

The next six months were going to be amazing, especially with a 10inch dick, but for now it was shower time then party time for my birthday.