Fiverr Warlock: Saturdays are for Recovery
āHey, Gus?āĀ Waking up with a killer headache was bad enough, but for some reason my roommate was shaking my shoulder.Ā Ā āGus, wake up.Ā You... uhh, youāre not gonna believe this, buuuut... weāve swapped bodies.ā
I sat upright, trying and failing to rub the sleep out of my eyes.Ā Ā āDude.Ā Preston.Ā What the fuck?Ā You, of all people, should understand that Saturdays are for recovery.Ā I was up until 4am playing League, and you were out drinking or whatever.Ā Fucking hell, why does my head hurt?ā
āProbably because youāre dealing with my hangover,ā he said, handing me a glass.Ā Ā āDrink that, itāll help.āĀ I gratefully downed the entire drink, and handed it back to him.Ā To... me?Ā I looked up at him, only to find that I was looking at my own body.Ā Ā āI wasnāt kidding,ā he said, laughing at the look of confusion on my face.
āWhy are you so calm?ā I yelled, looking down at the chest that was clearly not my own.Ā I found myself grasping at my new face, as if I was going to be able to feel a difference in its shape.Ā I couldnāt get past my sudden lack of facial hair.Ā āHow the fuck did this happen?ā
Preston just shrugged.Ā Ā āHell if I know.Ā Itās not like Web MD has a tutorial on this.Ā My best guess is that if we just go about our business like normal, it will reverse itself just as quickly as it happened.Ā Iām just hoping itāll go away by tomorrow.ā
I could scarcely believe what I was hearing.Ā āTomorrow!?Ā Are you shitting me?Ā You want me to just keep going like nothing is wrong, and maybe it will fix itself?Ā Fuck that!Ā We need to do something!Ā We need to-- I donāt know, research this, or, or... tell someone who can help us, or... I donāt know... but, but something, dammit!ā
He reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder,Ā āLook, itās not that Iām somehow okay with this.Ā I donāt want to be stuck in your life just as much as you donāt want to be stuck in mine.Ā But you just woke up-- Iāve already had several hours to come to terms with this.Ā If we try to tell anyone, theyāll just claim that weāre full of shit.Ā I canāt find anything relevant on the internet about this, and frankly, I wouldnāt have trusted it even if I did.Ā And itās like you said-- Saturdays are for recovery.Ā We donāt have to do anything important today.Ā No one will be any the wiser if we just lay low.ā
āBut... yeah, alright,ā I said.Ā It wasnāt what I wanted to hear, but I had to admit that it made sense.Ā It wasnāt how people handled this sort of thing in the movies, but... well, this was real life.Ā It wasnāt like weād gotten into a shouting match in a Chinese Restaurant, or whatever.Ā I glanced around Prestonās bedroom, trying to figure out where he kept his clothes.Ā āSo, uhhh... Iām pretty fuckinā hungry.Ā Do think it would be a big deal if I went out to grab food?ā
Preston just shrugged his shoulders in response.Ā Ā āShould be fine.Ā I mean, what are the odds that either of us manage to run into someone we know?Ā Itās a big town.Ā Even if we go out in public, I think it will be fine.Ā Honesty hour, I was about to grab McDonalds, maybe go out and see a movie.Ā Do whatever you want today.ā
I couldnāt help but to roll my eyes.Ā āBending the facts to reach the outcome you want?Ā My body must be wearing off on you.ā
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When Preston asked me to use my warlock powers to swap his body with that of his roommate, I was hesitant.Ā Not that I was afraid or unwilling to use my powers, mind you-- it wasnāt all that hard.Ā Most of the difficulty with body swap magic is making things permanent.Ā A 24 hour swap is the sort of thing Iād charge $50, maximum.Ā I just didnāt want to get in the habit of casting spells on my boyfriend.Ā Weāve only been dating for a few months, and I really hate the relationship imbalance that happens when one person is constantly relying on me for spells.
That said, heās been really good about not begging me for trivial favors, and he really wanted something different for our three month anniversary.Ā We both enjoy a bit of roleplay in the bedroom, so why stop at costumes?Ā Gusās body was... certainly different.Ā His body is a lot more nerd-punk than I expected, and seeing it makes me wonder how on earth the two of them can stand being around each other.
āWhat do you think?ā he asked, lifting up his shirt.Ā Ā āPretty good for a computer geek, right?ā
He stared at me with the same sort of confident swagger that had enticed me all those weeks ago, confirming without a doubt that this is Preston in Gusās body, and not just Gus trying to pull a prank.Ā I could feel myself falling for him all over again.Ā Ā āPretty good, indeed.Ā And here I was wondering if I was going to need to use magic to change this body into something serviceable.ā
He placed his other hand at his waistband, and slid his pants down to his knees.Ā Ā āNot in the slightest,ā he said, letting Gusās manhood flop free.Ā Preston laughed at the look of shock on my face as he started to grasp it in both hands.Ā Ā āItās somewhere around eleven inches when hard,ā he said.Ā Ā āSometimes heāll leave the shower naked when he thinks Iām still at the gym.Ā Iāve wanted to try it out for myself for so long... and now itās mine for an entire day.āĀ Ā
He kissed me full on the lips, the stubble of his beard scraping against my skin as his tongue probed my mouth.Ā My brain knew this was Preston, but my senses were convinced that this was some sort of sandalwood-scented stranger.Ā Ā āI canāt wait to show you my appreciation,ā he said, whispering into my ear.Ā The heat of his breath caused my hair to stand up on end.Ā Eleven inches of rock-solid cock was going to completely wreck my ass, and I didnāt even care.Ā Itās not like I had any other plans this weekend.Ā Besides, Saturdays are for recovery.