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The Hotel Room Part 2
The room was glaringly bright when he woke up ravenous. "God damn it. Overslept again," he thought as he climbed out of bed. Glancing at the clock he saw it was already 11:30am. Well he'd missed out on the day but hey, at least there was a luncheon for his society in half an hour. He started to get dressed, only really caring about getting something to eat. Pulling on his dress pants he realized as he pulled them past his hips that they weren't going to fit in his bloated state. Tossing them aside the dry cleaning hanging in the closet caught his eye.
He trudged over to the closet and ripped the plastic open. He hadn't paid any attention to the clothes yesterday but was pleased to see a suit coat, pants, and shirt on the hanger. Pulling off the pants and tossing the rest on a chair he looked at the tag on the pants, size 38. Well better then nothing. He was almost dismayed when they fit him just right. Well, just right under his gut that is. As he held up the shirt he was sure the collar would make it look like he was swimming in the clothes, but at least he'd be comfortable instead of wearing something too tight. The coat was a light brown and the pants were a heavier fabric and a dark brownish/black. Stylish in a Sears kind of way, not Taylor's tastes but he looked good enough. Throwing on a dark tie he had brought he finished dressing and headed out.
Lunch was served promptly, for that he was grateful. The chicken breast sandwich was skimpy, but at least it was meat. As he started his second sandwich he glanced around the table. One of the wives was staring at him as he ate. "What?" he growled out, hardly pausing to transition from chewing to speaking.
Flustered she looked about but no one was really paying them attention. "Oh, are you feeling well? You don't look well at all."
"I'm fine," he said and went back to his sandwich. "Thanks," he said almost as an afterthought, a few crumbs falling from his mouth as he said it.
His hunger was beginning to be sated and he was relaxing some more. Dessert was served and the cool pudding they handed out was a pleasant contrast to the warm tingling settling over his body. As the speaker came out to address the society he kicked back in his chair and relaxed. He really wanted to undo the top button of his slacks and relax and rub his gut contentedly but he knew he shouldn't. A few minutes into the speech Taylor began to fidget, the tingling felt as though it had changed gears somehow, revved up. It was still pleasant in it's own way but it was also distracting. Finally he couldn't take it any more and he left to head back to his room.
Trudging down the hall he was almost driven to distraction by the sensation coursing over his body. The walk seemed to take forever and he pushed open the door to his room with the weight of his body, almost too drained to walk he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed.
He flicked his eyes open as he felt a surge of tingling course over his body. He had no idea how long he'd been out but it was getting dark outside the window. Stumbling out of the bed he walked through the gathering darkness to the bathroom. Turning on a light he drew in a breath. Looking back at him from the mirror was a stranger.
He didn't recognize any of himself in the man staring back at him from the mirror. His hair was dark black and a thick beard touched with grey at the jaw covered his face. He was old. He began to raise a hand to his face and stopped to stare at the wide palmed, rough hand before him with it's short fingers. Dark hair ran thinly across the back of the palm and up his sleeve. Pulling away from that he touched his face and felt the rough fingers brush across his skin, his eyes widening in the mirror at the sensation and seeing the motion mimicked by the man in the mirror. What had happened to him?!
A wave of sensation course across him again and he jolted from the rush. Fixing his eyes on his reflection in the mirror he could swear he could see his features changing before his eyes. Turning his head and leaning closer to the mirror he watched as crow's feet pushed themselves to deeper lines at the corner of his eye. Even his eyes had changed. Gone were the light hazel pupils and bright eyes, he looked back at himself with dark brown eyes that looked dark and slightly fogged and they were surrounded by dark lashes. His nose was smaller, pugged even. Thick lines ran from the side of his nose to just outside the corners of his mouth, and his broader fuller cheeks pushed them into nasibold folds. He frowned and they increased in depth and folds lined his forehead, his dark heavy eyebrows creasing together as well.
In panic he pulled off the coat and shirt and was shocked to look at the barrel chested bull of a man standing before him. Dark curly hairy dusted his shoulders and moved on to his back. His chest was covered with a dusting of the dark hair as well. His ruddy skin was flushed even more from the shock. If he had to say it his chest was built like a barrel, strong and powerful jutting before him. Dropping his pant he was shocked to see his legs like strong logs supporting him.
He was old! From the wrinkles on his face to the weathered skin on his hands and body. A few mottled brown spots dotted his forehead and his chest. The grey in his beard was almost more shocking to him. His body was strong but out of shape. A layer of fat and flab covered him. With a tired sigh he ran his hands over his face but pulled them away again as he felt their roughness across his skin. Looking down at his hands he saw strands of the black hair, his black hair, hanging from his fingers.
"This has got to go away," he rasped out and stumbled out of his pants and into the room. Pulling clippers from his bag his ran into the bathroom and began shearing the dark hair off of his head. Clumps of dark hair fell to the counter some from the shears, some just falling out. With all of the hair shorn off to stubble he began attacking the beard. With most of it gone he stopped again as shock overwhelmed him again.
His hairline had receded back from his forehead and the dark blue/black stubble left formed a pointed V peak. Brushing away the hair with a hand he felt a smooth bald spot at the back of his head as well. With just a thick black mustache left his face revealed heavy jowls and a double chin! Frowning, his fuller lower lip pursed a bit and drew his attention to his mouth. Even his teeth had changed! Short dense teeth were there now, no sign of his pristine white teeth showed here. Some were even yellowed with tobacco stains.
Another wave of sensation coursed over his body and he felt weak again. Walking slowly out of the bathroom he stumbled a few times and then collapsed on the bed. Shock and the waves of sensation had drained him entirely and he passed out.
Coming too in the darkness Taylor hoped for a second it had all been a dream but even in the dark he could feel the strange body he was in. Though it was becoming harder and harder for him to feel a difference now. He almost couldn't remember what his body used to feel like, he'd always taken his body and appearance for granted never paid that much attention to how his body felt about him.
What was he going to do? He couldn't just show up to work in a different body. How could he explain changing from a young executive to a lumbering bear of a man. Everyone would think he was insane, no one would take him seriously. He was positive from the rough hands and changed teeth that no finger print or any other medical method would ID him a Taylor Bradewel any more.
As he ran a coarse palm across his gut and up his chest he realized he kind of liked the strong bull he had become. The nights of beer and cigars, not worrying about the office or the politics were alluring in the relaxation they offered.
"Well, if I'm cursed to live in this body I might as damn well enjoy it," he said as he rose from the bed. The sound of his voice actually exciting him in it's garrulousness instead of shocking him even more.
Staring at himself in the mirror Taylor examined all of his features from all angles. He began to really get excited by the fact that he didn't even recognize any aspect of himself in the man he saw. Striping naked he wasn't too pleased at how out of shape he was. He looked like a linebacker gone to seed with his broad build and gut. He had something of a bubble butt but actually found his new build and the way he now moved amusing.
The amusement and excitement seemed to be having another effect on him as well he noticed as he looked down at his stirring cock. He cupped his cock in his rough hand and watched it flush with color and get hard. His cock was thick now, and to get a good look at it he had to use his reflection since it was hidden under his gut. His balls were heavy and hung low, and his crotch was filled with a curly black hair.
His cock was flush and hard now and he was surprised to find it kind of short. He had been six inches cut before but this body was five inches, five and a half if he was lucky. He didn't think an inch would have been so noticeable. Maybe it was his stocky build and the roll of abdominal fat that contributed to the impression of being short. His cock was thick though, he wasn't even able to really get his hand all the way around it. As he experimented he ended up stroking and was pleasantly surprised at the sensation. He was a lot more responsive now then he ever was before and it felt great. Bracing his legs he began to jerk off and realized he was incredibly horny. Spitting on a hand to smooth his strokes even more he took the other hand and rubbed it across his gut and his chest. As his hand brushed over his nipple he took in his breath at the pleasure he felt. He began to pinch and tease his nipple with the other hand all while he stroked his cock.
He watched himself in the mirror jerking off. 'Himself.' The realization again that he was now that man in the mirror sent an excited jolt through his body and he moaned softly at the pleasure of it. He watched his hands moving over his nipples in his reflection. Both nipples were flushed, big and round, nothing like the small nipples he'd had before. They never offered the pleasure and sensation he was experiencing now. He twisted one roughly and came with a shout as pleasure shot through him like electricity. His stout cock was like a cannon as cum pumped out of it hitting the mirror before him and then arching lazily on to the counter as his cock left off cumming with force.
He was breathing hard and his body was on edge with sensation. Still basking in the afterglow every sensation his new body offered him was electric. From his legs brushing together to the sensation of his barreled chest brushing under his arm and pushing them up slightly with it's girth. Leaning forward he braced his arms up on the counter and let the sensations course over him. Even watching his bulky muscle move and tense on his new arms excited him. Catching his breath he gave a whoop and looked up at his new body in the mirror. A slight sheen of sweat covered him from head to chest. He liked the look of it, gave a sheen of power and strength, and he realized he didn't look half bad for an older man. "This isn't going to be half bad if it's always like that."
Grabbing a towel he wiped off the sweat and then cleaned up the counter. What now he thought. Glancing up at himself in the mirror he felt his cock stir again and realized he was still horny. With a smile and a wink he said, "I'm goin' out."
Covered in sweat, hair, and cum he'd have to shower first though. He grabbed his shaving kit and shaved off the stubble of the beard but left the mustache. It looked right that thick black mustache on his bulldog face. He trimmed it a little neater and then climbed in to the shower, reveling in the way his body felt so solid and strong as he bent and moved. Lathering sent new sensations going for him again and he ended up jerking off another time. He'd never had that kind of drive or stamina before.
After finishing in the shower he put on Bozzelli's suit again since it was the only thing he had that would fit. He stepped out of the entrance to the hotel and pulled out his remaining cigar, bit off the end, and lit up. Everything was feeling good. The breeze across his scalp exposed by the shorn hair was new to him, but it felt right. Even the weight of the cigar in his hand felt proper.
He took a long walk around the area of the city the hotel was in. Smoking his cigar and enjoying his new body. Just enjoying the experience was so relaxing. He walked with a clear conscious none of the stresses of the work day to dwell on, no details to worry about. So lost in his drifting thoughts the occasional glimpse of himself in a store window gave him a real thrill to rediscover the new man he'd become.
Why did this happen though and why look like this? This older man wasn't someone he'd exactly desire to be. Maybe it's got something to do with the boxers and the clothes. Was this what that Bozzelli looked like? Who knows. It was who he was now, unless he was going to just change back again sometime. With all this weirdness going on who could say. He wasn't going to dwell on it though, why not just enjoy what fate has dealt him.
After nearly two hours he ended up back in the neighborhood of the hotel. The cigar was nearly burnt down so he headed off to the news shop he'd bought the cigars from before. The older gentleman wasn't there but the clerk was able to identify the cigar from the ring he'd saved and he ended up buying a whole box of them to have on hand.
Leaving the store with his purchase he was about to head back to the hotel when he realized he could really go for a beer or three right now. He wanted to stay out though with his new body, not just grab some beers and head back to the hotel. He vaguely remembered a gay bar in the area so he picked his direction and set off.
The bar was a neighborhood place it seemed. A mix of patrons hung out playing pool and drinking at the bar. He ordered a draft and took it over to a booth nearby the pool tables so he could watch the game.
He was watching the game wrap up when a voice pulled him away from the play.
"Long day at the office?"
Taylor looked up and saw the young jock from the news shop staring down at him. "Huh?"
"You're all dressed up for being here at the bar. You must have really wanted a beer to come out without getting out of your monkey suit."
That confirmed it, he must look like this Bozzelli, this guy obviously recognized him from some previous encounter. Taylor didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, must've been a long day, you look kind of out it. Is it okay if I join you?" he asked as he held up his beer.
"Uh, Sure." As he replied the kid sat down next to him on his side of the booth, forcing him to move over with the weight of his body. He placed a hand on Taylor's leg and began massaging his thigh, all the while looking him in the eyes and smiling.
Taylor didn't know what to do. Bozzelli and this kid must know each other, know each other well enough for him to be getting so close. This kid was half his age What was he thinking? This guy was maybe just five years younger then him. He wasn't his type anyway, he was only attracted to guys his age or a few years older. As the kid was dropping his hand to continue massaging inside his thighs he had to admit his interest, and his cock, were stirring. What did this kid see in him, in Bozzelli, though?
He didn't have time to dwell on it because with another shift of his hand the kid was rubbing his hand over his cock and Taylor almost levitated off of his seat.
"Hey, relax," the kid said placing his free hand on Taylor's shoulder and then running it down his chest. "You are strung up aren't you? I think I can help you relax though"
His mind began to race wondering what these two did together. His hard on was raging now and he was definitely getting aroused by the activity and his train of thought. Hell, the way his body had reacted from just jerking off having sex must be incredible. He had decided to go out and have some fun. So why not let this kid, who's obviously more then willing, show him a good time?
"What'd you have in mind?" he asked the kid in a deep, low voice.
"There you go. I was thinking we could go back to your hotel room and see what came up."
"Well now, what guarantee do I have that it's going to be worth my time?"
He couldn't believe what was going on. His voice, his words, even his accent was different from who he used to be. That didn't matter though, a sweet electric pressure was building in his cock and he needed to release it. Leaning over he cupped one broad hand behind the kids head and forced him into a kiss. Shoving his tongue into the kids mouth and shoving their lips together hard. Just as suddenly he grabbed the kids hair and yanked his head back and said in a growl, "Let's go, boy."
The kid caught his breath and then smiled. "Yes, Sir!"
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