The Twenty-Four Hour Wait (Patreon)

I knew I wanted this body from the moment I first saw it, all six-foot-seven wall of muscle swaggering into the athletics store I worked in to purchase some new gym gear. As a skinny beanpole of a guy who was seemingly incapable of putting on muscle no matter how hard I tried I was instantly envious of what I saw. The man carried himself like a god and certainly received the looks of admiration from others that would be fitting of one, something he was very clearly both aware and proud of. He had every reason to be proud too - his body was sculpted to perfection and his tight shorts left very little to the imagination. It was clear as day to see that he was big everywhere.

I made my choice right there and then. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know anything about him or his life, I just knew that my future was in that body and I didn’t want to wait a moment longer than necessary. Pulling the small vial from my pocket - concealed precisely for a moment like this - I opened the topper and downed it as I left my position behind the cashier’s desk and briskly walked over to my target. I could feel the potion begin to take its hold, my body feeling light and I knew that I only had a few seconds before I would cease to exist altogether. Thankfully with a small burst of speed I was able to push forward and slip right into the hunk’s body like a knife into soft butter.

There was a definite struggle to adjust to an extra nine inches of height a whole sixty extra pounds of mass. I had to grab onto a railing just to steady myself for a moment, letting my massive chest rise and fall as I took steady breaths and started to relax into the new hunky body I now possessed. The man’s thoughts and feelings threatened to overwhelm me until I was able to push them down and lock them in a box at the back of my mind. I’d learn more about his life at a later point - addressing that now would surely send me spiralling out of control and I’d lose the body for good. That wasn't something I was willing to risk.

Now that I’ve finally got myself back home though I’m under some serious pressure. When I purchased the potion that would allow me permanent possession of another man’s body it came with the condition that I couldn’t reach climax within that body for the first twenty-four hours. If I did then not only would I be pushed out of his body but I’d also be ejected in the form of his cum, leaving me unable to return to a human body ever again. It would be a short existence and not one I was seeking out. Unfortunately that meant I had to keep my arousal at bay which was easier said than done when I was just itching to play with all of the big strong muscles and the thick snake waiting within my shorts.

It’s been tough but I’m eleven hours down and have managed to distract myself with video games and reading. Both have started to lose their appeal though and I’m just itching to work out in this body and feel all of its impressive strength. I can already tell that I’ll get turned on though which is precisely the opposite of what I should be doing, even if I want it badly. I’ve just got to last another thirteen hours without getting off and once I do I’m going to be fucking so many chicks with this meat stick! Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I’m starting to tent these shorts already and resisting the urge to play with this big thick cock is getting harder and harder by the second...