Cuerpo Inc: Petty Retaliation
I wanted to punch Henry in the face so badly. Even as limited as we were by the webcam, I could just tell that the man was insufferably full of himself. He was always showing off his chest, and even his professional profile photos looked like they belonged on a dating website. Unfortunately for me, Henry was the representative for the European Branch Office, and I had to deal with his smug face on a daily basis. My team was the only one that could program quickly enough to meet deadlines, and his team was the only one familiar enough with GDPR Laws to make sure we were still within global compliance.
I had to admit, the work we had been producing had been exceeding everyone's expectations. Replacing the off-the-shelf software with someone specifically designed and programmed to suit our needs was going to streamline the new client onboarding process, which our sales team promised would result in at least 15% annual growth. It all sounded like corporate buzzspeak to me, but we were three weeks ahead of schedule, and I could already taste my promotion.
Sure, having to be in the office at 5AM for our weekly touch-base meetings was rough, but that was just the reality of global business and time zones. And honestly, I was more than happy to do it. It was easier to discuss any issues in an online meeting rather than a handful of delayed back and forth emails. And my boss was more than happy to avoid paying the airfare needed to meet in person to keep his budget on target. Or so I had thought, until he invited me out to a lunch meeting. That was never a good sign.
"So what has changed, sir?" I asked, once I had finished my pastry. "We both know you only use lunch meetings to soften the blow of bad news. You're not downsizing my team, are you?"
He just smiled at me. "No, although by the time I'm done, you might wish that was the case. Now that we're in the final stretch of your project, Management wants both departments to have a subject matter expert on hand. You're doing great work, but it would be even more efficient without the 9 hour time difference. This sort of project is exactly why we paid for a Cuerpo Inc subscription."
I could feel the bottom of my stomach drop. We only paid for the basic package, which meant only salaried members of management could swap bodies. And as the lead programmer, I was the only salaried worker with programming knowledge. "But... no, I can't... boss, there has to be another way. Putting some stranger inside of my body, living my life? You know I don't--"
"This isn't a request, Erik. Your protests have been noted, and I have done everything I can to accommodate your preference to avoid body swapping," he said. "This is now a required work expectation. Go home, take the afternoon off, get your affairs in order. Report to Cuerpo Inc at 10:00 pm for swapping, or we will be accepting your resignation instead."
The swap itself was pretty straightforward. One moment it was a cloudy night in Seattle, and the next moment it was a sunny morning in Barcelona. I expected his clothing to be the first thing that I noticed about being in Henry's body, but honestly it was his smell. The man clearly took pride in his natural musk, and being at its epicenter was... overwhelming.
Part of the swap protocol was to hop onto a quick camera call in case either of us had questions about the 'maintenance and upkeep' instructions that we left for each other. Not that there was much to question on my end-- Henry had the audacity to write "Have Fun :)" and nothing else. I had left him detailed instructions for my morning routine-- hair care, hygiene routine, multivitamins-- but he just smiled, folded it up, and slipped it into his pocket.
"You Americans, always so professional," he said, shaking his head. "So serious, so puritanical. I can promise you now, I will not be in the office any more than the 40 hours required by our contract. And I will be taking the time to enjoy myself in your skin. Responsibly, of course," he added, before I could protest. "One thing I should mention, my wife lives with me, of course. Also her son, my step-son, is staying with us after college while he searches for a job. I mention it because Melissa and I, we have... an open relationship. Feel free to enjoy that if you like." He paused, seeing the look on my face. I wasn't great at hiding my emotions on a good day, and dealing with Henry was never a good day. "Or if it bothers you that much, let my boss know and he'll arrange for a hotel on the corporate card."
"I respect your relationship, but I will, ahh, I will not take you up on that... offer," I said, hoping that I sounded diplomatic. "As long as you have a guest bedroom, a hotel room should not be necessary." Part of the Cuerpo Inc terms of service involved providing at minimum a separate bedroom to avoid awkward family situations such as this. And honestly, I'd heard worse horror stories before, I was just looking for any excuse to hate the man. We couldn't all be single, middle-aged men who spent too much time on their career to try and navigate a relationship.
It was surprisingly easy to slip into my routine in Henry's body. To my relief, Melissa arranged for a week abroad with her friends once it became clear that I had no interest in having sex with her. That just left Henry's step-son, Victor-- but he was an adult, if only barely, and he kept to himself. That left me free to work from home, explore the city for local restaurants, and enjoy the experiences of another country.
As much as I disliked Henry as a person, his body was... quite nice. Especially when the man wasn't inside of it. Poor Victor, I could only hope the walls weren't thin, because I completely forgot he was there when I ravaged myself the first night after Melissa left. Henry's nipples were very sensitive, and his uncut cock felt amazing in my borrowed hands. "Fuck me harder, Erik," I yelled, looking at my reflection and imagining it was him. "I'm just a dumb manslut, make me your bitch!" I felt a bit guilty once I shot my load all over the bedroom mirror, but he was the one who told me to have fun. And anyway, masturbation was probably barely on the list of things he expected me to do in his body, the arrogant bastard.
It was so easy to slip into my routine that I hadn't even thought about what Henry was getting up to in my body. If I hadn't happened to see one of my Junior Programmers online, I honestly don't think it would have crossed my mind. "You're at work early," I said, messaging him through Teams. "I'm sure you're just flexing time or something. I trust you all have been able to work well under Henry's direction. It must be weird, seeing my body and knowing that I'm not the one inside of it. Do you ever forget that it's not really me?"
I had expected him to provide a quick reply, so seeing those three dots appear and disappear over and over again was... not reassuring. "Yeah, it would be very difficult to confuse you with Henry," he finally wrote. And then he attached a photo.
I was so furious that my body started shaking with rage. What in the actual fuck was I wearing? The loafers were currently in vogue, fine. But he must have dug deep into my closet to find pants that would go that high up my waist, and then he rolled up the cuffs to make them look even worse-- and that was one of my nice silk ties that he was using as a fucking belt! Seeing my shirt that far unbuttoned, as if anything about my pale, lanky chest was worth showing off... I looked utterly ridiculous. He knew it, too, I recognized that damn smirk of his. Henry clearly had no respect for my body.
Well, fine, two could play that game. If he wasn't going to respect my body, there was no reason to respect his, either. He wanted me to have fun? Oh, I was going to have fun, alright. I downloaded Grindr to my phone and started setting up a profile. With a face like this, it wouldn't be too difficult to find someone to fuck me senseless.
To my surprise, the local grid informed me there was a match less than one meter away. The profile was mostly blank, just a photo of some nice abs, but... Henry lived in a house on the outskirts of the city. The only way someone could be this close would be if-- it was Victor. Oh, that would be too perfect.
I was a bit worried that I would regret everything once I had calmed down, but I had to admit that Victor was a great lay. Victor was all too eager to seize the opportunity to fuck his step-father, and I couldn't blame the man. He was still in the closet around his family, so the constant temptation of forbidden eye candy like Henry must have been maddening.
Victor was delighted to learn that he was two inches longer than his step-father, and I was more than happy to bottom for him. As long as Victor and I stopped a day or two before we had to swap back, Henry would be none the wiser. As for Victor and I, well... we had made sure to mark each occasion with a lot of photographs that I forwarded to one of my private email addresses.
I had no doubt that Henry would continue to be one of the most arrogant and insufferable colleagues I had the misfortune to work with. I would probably never know the full extent of the tactless deeds he performed in my body. Knowing that I had a collection of photos with Henry gagged and bound while his step-son seeded his insides greatly helped to lessen that sting. Going this far out of my way to one-up the humiliation that the man had done to me wasn't the most mature thing I had ever done, but... well, he's the one who told me to have fun.
