Brandon Twice
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Waking Up as Lloyd
🕑 Added 2020-11-16 04:38:16 +0000 UTC[commission: Julian Edelman and Danny Amendola get bodyswapped with a gay couple]
Julian would have just rolled over and gone back to sleep--he felt desperate for sleep--if it hadnât been for the smell.
It reminded him of his college roommate, a lineman who constantly polluted their shared living space with his farts and the stink of his big, sweaty body. âIf youâd just shower before bed, this place wouldnât reek so much,â Julian used to urge the big lug. âWe canât bring chicks home when the place smells like a locker room.â But that had been years before.
A moment later, Julian realized it wasnât just the room--it was him. With his eyes closed, he raised an arm and huffed his own armpit for a moment. âJesus,â he blurted with a faceful of potent musk. As he moved, he noticed his skin felt wrong, as did the sheets. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
âHoly fuck!â he said aloud when he saw a big hairy gut in front of him. He held up his hands and saw two weathered mitts. Years of carrying a football and training in a gym had left him with serious callouses, but these hands were thick and gnarled.
His body was hairy.
He was fat and he stunk.
And he had no idea whose bed he was in.
Juilan kicked off the sheets and hopped out of the bed, staring around,bewildered. He had no idea where he was or how heâd gotten there. Last he remembered was⊠going to bed in his own bed. Sober. He whirled aorund and ran to a full-length mirror leaning against the wall.
The man reflected back at him was thickly built, heavyset and hairy. He stared, mystified, as the beefy bear matched his every movement. He pawed at his own face, examining its lines and scratching the slightly greying beard. âWho the--â The sound of his own voice shocked him back into silence. It was deeper than it should have been, and slightly hoarse.
âHey babe, you finally awake?â said a voice. Julian spun around in a panic when he saw a small, waifish man in the doorway. Julian had never seen the little guy in his life--but he was clearly talking to him.
âUh⊠yeah,â Julian said. His heart pounded in his way-too-bulky chest--he wanted to blurt out immediately, âIâm Julian Edelman and I have no idea why I look like this and who you are!â But he had the wherewithal to realize just how insane that would sound.
âI made pancakes,â the man said, leaning coquettishly against the doorframe. âFresh can of whipped cream and mango slices, too. Just how you like it.â
âThanks,â Julian said, surprised that he was actually going along with this situation. He would take his time gathering information, he decided, before he did anything drastic. At that moment, saying that he was actually a professional football player and not a husky middle-aged man wasnât a viable plan.
âYou okay?â said the blond. âYou look ill.â
âI feel ill,â Julian said, putting a hand on his stomach. It shocked him to feel its girth; heâd never felt anything but smooth abs in his entire life. âI⊠might be coming down with something.â
The blonde raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. âCome down and have pancakes, see how you feel after that, K? If youâre too sick weâll just keep you home and Iâll play nurse all day.â
Julian nodded and feigned a smile. He took a few steps to the door and jumped as the blonde man took him by the arm and threaded his fingers through his.
âYouâre really jumpy today!â the blonde man said.
âI know, Iâm just⊠Ill, like I said,â Julian said. He feigned a cough. The blonde man leaned into his thick arm and kissed his shoulder.
So⊠I guess on top of everything, Iâm gay, Julian thought, resolving that he would participate in this strange manâs life only to a point.
His eyes went wide at the stack of pancakes waiting for him. He silently counted--the stack was 7, 8, 9 pancakes high. The blonde man--his lover, whose name he didnât even know!--drenched the stack in syrup and topped it off with a massive mound of whipped cream.
Julian hadnât eaten like this in years, but his big gut grumbled. He had never felt this hungry in his life. The warm, buttery pancakes were so comforting, relieving him of the burden of the situation, at least for a little bit. He let out a deep sigh and smiled, much to his loverâs satisfaction.
The thin man gave him a few pats on his belly before leaving the room. âDid you hear back about those tickets?â he called from the other room.
While he was alone, Julian scanned the kitchen. He found a pile of mail--resident, resident, junk mail⊠His heart leapt as he found a utility bill: âLloyd and Spencer Wittman,â read the names. But which one was he?
âSpencer,â he guessed.
âYes, babe?â came the response from the other room. Successful, he pumped his fist.
Okay, so Iâm Lloyd Wittman, he thought. Neither name rung a bell, but it was a relief to know some detail about himself.
Spencer appeared at the door and stared at him, looking back at the abandoned pancakes.
âWhat are you doing?â
âJust⊠checking the mail,â Julian said. âAnd, uh, no, I didnât hear about the tickets,â he lied.
Spencer nodded. âI was going to head to work soon, but⊠should I stay home and take care of you instead?â
Julian shook his head. The feeling of his cheeks jiggling unnerved him. âUh, honestly, you just⊠head out. I can take care of myself until this all passes. Who knows? Maybe Iâll be feeling better by the end of the day.â
Spencer nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. âHow about you finish your pancakes at least? Iâll call in and say Iâll be a little late. Sound good?â
Julianâs stomach growled as if in response. He put a hand to his firm, hairy gut and chuckled. âGuess that answers that, right?â he said. He was grateful to return to the pancakes--and the relief they provided.
When Spencer left for work, Julian leapt into action. Lloyd had to have a phone somewhere, he thought. He found it in the bedroom on the floor next to the nightstand. (Wandering around the unfamiliar house made him feel anxious, like he was trespassing and could get caught anytime.)
He was grateful the phoneâs face scanner recognized him. He clicked on Facebook and started skimming through Lloydâs posts. He shared a lot of dog rescue posts and complained about traffic. From the stats posted, he learned that Lloyd was 56 and worked as a Brewmaster at a craft brewery in Colorado. âIâm in fucking Colorado?â he said aloud. âAt least itâs kind of a cool job.â The thought occurred to him that he may have to, at some point, go to work as Lloyd--he didnât know the first thing about brewing beers!
Scrolling through some photos, he discovered that Lloyd was an amateur powerlifter, doing some local competitions. This explained his sturdiness and bulk (and his aching joints), but when he went back further, he found that the muscles were relatively new. Any photos more than three years old showed a much more portly Lloyd.
âWell, at least Iâm lucky Iâm him after he started pumping iron,â Julian mused. Still, he was in the dark about how any of this was happening. He was done wondering how it was possible--clearly, it was--but he needed to know what had caused it.
Lloydâs recent text messages didnât offer him any information. Apparently Lloyd liked to shoot guns and he had a shoulder surgery coming up. âDamn,â he said, massaging his aching rotator cuff. âThat explains that. Fuck.â No way would Lloyd be getting the kind of medical care he, as Julian, got in the NFL!
One thought occurred to him: if he was Lloyd, who was Juilan? Had he just vanished from his own life and appeared in this new world, he wondered? Out of curiosity, he tapped in his own phone number. It rang once before going to voicemail.
âLeave a message or donât. You know how this works.â
It was his voice--Julian Edelmanâs voice. HIs heart pounded as he heard it--that was his voicemail! At the beep, he paused, unsure what to do next, when Spencer entered the room. Julian tapped the END button as he turned around.
âBabe, I canât go to work knowing youâre not feeling well. Why donât you come downstairs and cuddle with me on the couch?â
âI, uh⊠might be contagious,â Juilan lied, fake-coughing once again. Spencer giggled--and in that moment, Julian couldnât deny how adorable the pretty little man was. Something about his dainty physique, his dimples, his cheekbones⊠Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Spencer--and that thought made him feel like he was falling down a long, deep hole.
âIâm fine with getting sick too,â Spencer said. âWeâll take care of each other.â
Juliian smiled--this time, a genuine smile--and headed to the bathroom as Spencer went to prepare the couch. He splashed water in his face, then put two hands on his gut, giving it a jiggle. He flexed his big arms--âBigger than the ones I had before,â he recognized. His thighs were pretty hefty, too. âDamn, Lloyd. You could have been a hell of a blocker if youâd gotten into football earlier.â Then he tugged at the waistband of his boxers and took a look in there. âJesus!â he said, looking at a thick, respectable cock, just as hefty as the rest of his body. âDamn, Lloyd, nice dick!â he said. He gave his big balls a jostle and then headed to the living room.
He would take the day, he decided, to relax with Spencer. He really did feel ill, after all. And maybe, if he were lucky, this could be temporary. Maybe heâd wake up in his bed as Juilan tomorrow morning?
As Juilan entered the living room, he found Spencer looking at the TV with a hand over his mouth. It was ESPNews--surprising that Spencer would be watching, Julian thought, although maybe that was the judgmental straight guy in him making that assumption.
âJulian could not be reached for comment, but team representatives say he is retiring from football immediately, shocking both his teammates and his fans. More on this situation as it develops.â
âHoly shit,â Lloyd said as he saw his face onscreen above the headline that he had retired.
Spencer whirled around, apparently so engrossed in the news that he hadnât noticed Julian entering the room. âJesus, Lloyd! I, uhâŠâ He quickly changed the channel. âIâm sorry, I was just clicking through.â
âGo back,â Julian said. âI want to see more.â
âSince when do you care about football?â Spencer said with a quizzical look on his face. âI didnât even know you knew who Julian Edelman was.â
Julian let out a deep sigh. He stared down at the carpet, feeling the comfort of a day on the couch dissolving as the words came out of his mouth: âIâm not Lloyd,â he said. âIâm so sorry--I donât know how--but Iâm Juilan Edelman.â The words hung in the air for a moment before Spencer approached him.
âAre you⊠are you serious?â he said, his voice just a whisper.
âIâm sorry,â Julian said, unable to look Spencer in the face. âI know it sounds insane. I think I have, uh, a fever⊠or somethingâŠâ
âJulian?â Spencer asked. His voice sounded different somehow. âJuilan, is that you?â
Lloyd looked up at Spencer. The blonde manâs eyes were tearing up.
âJulian, itâs me, Danny,â he said, patting at his chest.
It took Julian a moment to put it together. âAMENDOLA?â he finally cried out. âDanny? Thatâs⊠thatâsâŠâ He looked at Spencer with different eyes, searching for some evidence of one of his best friends in that small, skinny body.
Spencer--or Danny, rather--suddenly threw his arms around Julian and buried his face in Julianâs burly chest. He sobbed and moaned--he was saying something, but Julian couldnât make it out. âItâs okay, buddy,â Julian said, rubbing the thin manâs back. He guided Spencer--or Danny, rather⊠it was all very confusing--to the couch and sat him down and let him cry it out.
*
âI just went to bed last night--as Julian,â he started to explain, âand woke up upstairs today. No idea how it happened.â
Danny stared at him, shaking his head. âIâve been here for two months,â he said, his eyes getting moist again. âI thought I was going crazy at first⊠Lloyd thought I was having a breakdown or something.â He looked at Julian, then away. âItâs so weird to think⊠that youâre⊠not Lloyd anymoreâŠâ he stammered. Then, when he collected himself, he continued: âIâm a nurse--or, Spencer is--and so they thought it was just a stress thing. They gave me a couple weeks off from work, gave me some meds, and I seriously thought I was going crazy. I mean, I saw Danny Amendola on TV. He was real, and he wasnât me, so⊠I just thought, maybeâŠâ He shrugged.
âDo you think⊠do you think Spencer and Lloyd are us now?â Julian said. âI mean, I donât know how they could do this, but do you thinkâŠâ
âI was suspecting Lloyd of cheating on me,â Danny said. He looked down at his thin hands, folded in his lap. âHe was sneaking around, being really secretive, deleting text messages and stuff⊠Mind you, I thought I really was Spencer, and I was, yâknow, schizophrenic or something. But maybe he was actually just planning on⊠stealing your life the way Spencer stole mine.â
âOr maybe Lloyd was the one who switched Spencer with you in the first place.â Julian looked down at his body as if it were someone elseâs (which, truly, it was). He noticed Spencerâs phone on the coffee table. He snatched it up and dialed his own number again.
This time, someone answered. âHello?â It was Julianâs voice.
âWhatâs up, Lloyd?â Julian said through gritted teeth. Danny held a hand over his mouth as Julian clicked it over to speakerphone.
âAh, I figured this was coming,â said Julianâs voice. âHow you feeling? You ready for your surgery next week?â
âHow are YOU feeling is the question,â Lloyd said. âYou act fast. We saw on the news that youâre quitting MY football career?â
The man on the other end just chuckled. âListen up, LLOYD, letâs get something straight: Iâm Julian Edelman now. And itâs MY football career--and itâs also over. Thereâs nothing you can do about it, understood? So why donât you go brew some beer, and fuck your husband, and try not to have a heart attack, got it?â
Julian opened his mouth to clap back but Danny shouted, âHey, FUCK YOU, man!â It was the first time Julian recognized his good buddy in Spencerâs body--his shoulders squared, head up, possessed with confidence and a swagger Spencer had never had.
âOh, Spencer, how are you doing in there? You still remember who you used to be? After all this time?â
âLook, fucker, if you think youâre going to get away with thisâŠâ Danny began.
âListen, Lloyd, we know our lives. We know all of our details and YOU DONâT. I donât know how you did this but you canât fake being us for very long. Someone will figure out youâre not really me!â
âCâmon, buddy,â the voice on the other end said. âSpencerâs been in Dannyâs body for two months now. And not even you could tell the difference!â
Julianâs jaw dropped. He suddenly realized he had talked to Danny many times in the past two months--Danny had visited him! They trained together!--and had never realized he wasnât who he was supposed to be. However, a vague memory suddenly came to the surface: he and Danny, in the showers after a workout. He couldnât shake the feeling that Dannyâs eyes were on his body more than usual, and then there was that slap on his ass as they walked out to the locker roomâŠ
âWhatever, bro,â Danny said, shaking his thin little fists. âDonât get too comfy because you fucked up. Julian and I are together now, and weâre gonna undo this.â Danny hung up the phone and paced around the room. Something in Julianâs big, beefy body surged with affection for his buddy. He imagined Dannyâs body, the way he was supposed to look, and suddenly saw it in a new light: so pretty, so masculine, so cut and athletic. But something about that man in this thin, angelic-faced wisp of a body made Julianâs fat cock jump.
âSo, if Lloyd just switched you,â Danny said after a few moments of wracking his brain, âthen whatever he used to do it should still be here, right?â
Julian leapt to his feet. His right knee buckled and he had to grab the couch to support himself.
âYeah, careful, you have a bad knee,â Danny pointed out as he leapt forward to steady his friend.
âJesus, Lloydâs body is beat all to hell,â Julian said, leaning on Dannyâs thin shoulders. âBut youâre right. Letâs ransack the house. Weâll find whatever it was.â
âIâll check the garage,â Danny said. âLloyd used to spend a lot of time out there.â
âIâll check our bedroom, I guess,â Julian shrugged. He had nothing to go on; any room was as likely a spot as any other.
Julian hustled up the stairs, careful of his knee. At the top, he paused, winded. âJesus,â he gasped. âI didnât realize what a big fatass I am right now,â he said, once again patting his thick gut.
In the bedroom, he got to work, ransacking it without concern for the mess he was leaving behind (since, after all, it wasnât his mess). Spencer and Lloyd had separate bureaus, and it was clear whose was whose immediately (dainty underwear was clearly Spencers, and Julian knew exactly who the XXL boxers belonged to). He found a small wand vibrator wrapped in a pair of jeans in the bottom drawer of Spencerâs (âWhy hide this?â Julian said with a smirk) and an issue of Leather Daddies tucked in the back of Lloydâs (âWho buys physical porn nowadays?â Julian chuckled as he tossed it aside) but nothing else out of the ordinary.
He got the same results in the walk-in closet as he tossed clothes aside, although he found nothing interesting there either--but as he left it, he glanced up and saw a small panel in the ceiling. He dragged over a nightstand and used it to boost himself. The panel lifted away easily and he used his phone as a flashlight to peer inside. Sure enough, a small metal box was inside.
âI didnât find anything,â Danny said as he came back in. âJesus, you wrecked our room!â
âNot our room,â Julian reminded him as he emerged from the closet with the dusty box. âThis fucker is locked. You know where Lloyd might hide the key?â
Danny shook his head. âYou think heâd keep it on his keyring?â he theorized.
âWho gives a fuck,â Julian said, tossing the metal box on the ground. He grabbed the nightstand, raised it into the air and slammed it down on the box, smashing it wide open. Dannyâs look of surprise melted into a smirk. Julian just shrugged his beefy shoulders. âWhatâs the point of being a tubby powerhouse if I donât throw my weight around a little?â he said. He couldnât help but noticing Dannyâs hand sliding down to his crotch, as if to hide something growing in his pants. Julian smiled; it felt good to turn his buddy on. Maybe it was being in Lloydâs body, he wondered, but he also resolved not to think too deeply about it.
Inside the box was an old, tattered book whose pages fell out as soon as Julian opened it. âThe fuck language is this?â Julian said, examining the silvery ink and the unreadable script on each of the pages.
âIs Lloyd, like, a warlock or something?â Danny surmised. âI dunno why, it bugs me that I didnât know that. Like I was being lied to or somethingâŠâ
âOf course he was lying to you,â Julian said, pulling a small vial from the busted box as well. âThereâs a little left,â he said, holding it up to the light. âWhat do you think?â
Danny shrugged. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â he said.
âImagine if you and I switched bodies now,â Julian chuckled. He watched Dannyâs eyes travel up and down his big,burly frame.
âOh, so I could be the musclebear top?â Danny said, his tongue darting out. âSorry,â he said, suddenly embarrassed.
âNaw, itâs cool,â Julian said, grabbing Dannyâs dainty shoulder to reassure him. âI actually think⊠I mean, it could be kinda cool. YOu being all big and stuff⊠and me being all small, and weakâŠâ
âHey, Iâve been working out!â Danny said defensively, but the smile never left his face.
Julian shrugged, uncorked the bottle, and drank its remains--barely a sip.
He felt lightheaded immediately. Danny stepped forward, concerned, as Julian started to wobble unsteadily. Dannyâs voice suddenly sounded distant, like he was at the other end of a tunnel, and Julian felt like he was fallingâŠ
He opened his eyes, shocked. He was on a plane, in a window seat⊠It looked like first class. He looked down at his body--he was Julian Edelman again!--and glanced to his right. Danny--the hunky wide receiver he was supposed to be--was next to him! âDanny?â he said. His buddy looked perplexed, but a moment later he felt like he was falling again.
When he opened his eyes, he was Lloyd again. He was on the floor, his legs folded beneath him. Danny, in Spencerâs body, was rubbing his forehead.
âYou were gone for a second,â Danny explained. âJust mumbling. Not making any sense.â
âIt swapped us back,â Julian explained. âI was on a plane. With you--with your other body, I mean. I think⊠whatever that was switched us!â
Danny looked hopeful for a moment, but then his face fell. âWhat does that⊠mean? I mean, what can we do now?â
Julian shook his head. He was so tired, so stress, his body aching so badly. He reached out and pulled Danny to him, pulling him into an embrace. He couldnât help but kiss the man--it felt so right, like their bodies just fit together that way. His cock went rock hard. He pictured Dannyâs athletic body in a uniform again--fuck, that was such a hot image--but when he opened his eyes and saw Spencerâs beautiful face, he was even more turned on.
Danny ground against his groin, moaning, as he turned around and rubbed his perky ass against Julianâs thick cock.
âGod, youâre so fucking hotâŠâ The words shocked Julian as they spilled from his mouth. He knew, absolutely, that it wasnât Lloydâs body taking over: he wanted to fuck Danny, in Spencerâs body, more than anything in the world.
âFuck me,â Danny moaned, and Julian couldnât resist. He growled--a sound heâd never made before, but again, it felt so natural--and pulled Danny against him as he rose from the floor. God, Danny was so light! And he was so big, so strong. He carried the man to the bed and threw him down. Dannyâs legâs went up immediately. Julian wondered how flexible Danny had been as a football player, if he would be able to do that same maneuver when they swapped back.
As he fucked Danny, he jerked his loverâs dick, kissing his thin chest, his little nipples, as Danny squealed and moaned. There was no mystery about who was who then; their identities were cemented, Julian knew. No matter what happened, something had been unlocked inside him, an affection for Danny that had, perhaps, been there all along. But living as husbands allowed it to blossom.
As he came, Danny did the same, spewing over their bellies. They collapsed into each other, weakly kissing and groping at each other as they moaned and curled up in their own mess in the unmade bed. Everything felt so right, Juilan thought. They could figure out how they were going to swap back in the morning. Just then, he was exactly where he wanted to be, and as Danny softly snored into his belly, he wondered if his buddy felt exactly the same way.
*
âReal fucking cute.â
The voice--his voice, but not coming from his body--woke Julian out of a deep sleep. He was shocked and confused to be looking up at his own face. He suddenly realized he was naked, his bellly hair plastered with Dannyâs load. He pulled a sheet up to cover himself before he realized what was going on.
Julian Edelman and Danny Amendola, the NFL football players, were standing in Lloyd and Spencer Wittmanâs bedroom. Julian gritted his teeth. âYou motherfuckers,â he said. Anger overcame his shame and he leapt out of the bed. As Lloyd, he was bigger than he was as Julian; the other man was considerably smaller and, Julian was sure, weaker. He grabbed the wide receiver and prepared to pummel his pretty fucking face.
The man in his body was too fast for him, swiping a foot out at the bigger manâs bad knee. Julian toppled to the ground with a moan as the two football players laughed at him.
âHow fucking dare you?â said Danny from the bed. âHow dare you come here in our bodies?â
âItâs not to switch back, if youâre wondering,â said Spencer, walking with a confidence heâd never had before the swap. âBabe, you want to finish them off?â
âGladly,â Lloyd-in-Julianâs-body said. âBecause this whole bodyswap thing must be very confusing for you guys, right? I see you did some digging, and letâs just be realistic⊠the formula that swapped us was so fucking hard to make, it took me two whole months to make another after I swapped Spencer with Danny. So donât go thinking youâre going to recreate it on your own, without my expertise.â
Julian watched as the man with his face suddenly produced a small medallion. He held it up and spoke some words in an unfamiliar language. They echoed. Julian could feel them in his chest.
He could hear his heartbeat--it was all he could hear.
He felt like he was floating. Then it felt like the strings were cut, and he came crashing to earth.
He opened his mouth to tell the body thief to go fuck himself. He wanted to scream out a threat, to double up his fists and come at him. But he felt a smile spread across his face. âYou boys are pro football players/â he said. Julian was shocked. He hadnât meant to say that! But his body seemed to be on autopilot. âI donât know much about football,â he said, âbut if you boys are famous⊠well, weâre honored you could come visit!â
The man in his body turned to Danny, speaking the same unearthly words. Danny opened his mouth to protest, but then his posture relaxed. âHoney!â Danny said. âStop looking at them like that! Youâre making me jealous.â
Lloyd blinked--his name was Lloyd. No, it wasnât, it was⊠Lloyd. He looked over at Spencer, his husband. No! That wasnât Spencer, somebody swapped them. It was⊠Spencer, his soulmate.
âThere,â said the hunky athlete as he backed away. âGive them a few minutes,â he said to his heartthrob of a buddy, âand theyâll forget we were even here. From now on they canât do anything out of the ordinary for Lloyd and Spencer Wittman.â
The dark-haired beauty smiled. âWill they remember who they are?â
âIt may come and go,â said the one with the dimples, âbut theyâll never be able to do anything we couldnât do.â As they backed away, he grabbed the broken metal box from the ground and the old book. âTheyâll forget all about this bodyswapping stuff, too,â he said. âTheyâll just live out our lives, always feeling like something is off but never figuring out exactly what.â
The dark-haired one waved as they backed out the door. âHave fun! I know we will,â he said.
Then they closed the door.
Lloyd sat there, confused. He felt like he had just woken up from a horrible nightmare. He turned to Spencer, who looked just as shaken.
âYou okay, babe?â he said, pulling his lover into his beefy arms.
âHoney, I feel⊠not great,â Spencer said. âLike thereâs something Iâm supposed to rememberâŠâ
âLetâs take the day off,â Lloyd suggested. âJesus, the roomâs a mess! When did this happen?â
Spencer shook his head. âI have no idea. I think we should take the day off.â He drew circles on Lloydâs burly gut. âBut I donât think we should rest.â
Lloyd felt his fat cock starting to rise. âIâm right there with you, lover.â
