Personality Change By Zulator

Personality Change By Mark Gordon

It was the last day of school and the kids were all gone and Mark stayed late to shower and get ready for a faculty party at a local restaurant. The coaches’ office was open and the private shower door was a jar and steam was coming out of it. Roger Pinder, the maintenance man was checking out the rooms and came into the office to see who was still around. Even with the steam billowing out of the crack in the door, Roger could see Coach Gordon’s gym bag on the floor inside, with a pile of Marks clothes next to it. A pair of Mark’s boxer briefs lay under the long mesh gym shorts Mark changed into each day, a blue tee shirt and two white ankle socks finished the pile. Roger would often spend some of his free time watching Mark play hoops in the gym, but often out of sight as the sight of Mark was more of an arousing event that he would rather not advertise. Being in the coach’s office and knowing that Mark was showering was even better than seeing Mark run the court. Roger knew that inside the shower stall was a totally nude Coach Gordon and adding to the scent of the shower were Mark’s worn clothing on the floor. Just thinking that Mark wore that stuff caressing his young manhood was enough to get his heart beating fast and his cock to unravel in his pants. Rogers tented Dickey pants were evidence enough that the man had a serious thing for Mark and what a gratifying way to end the year being so close to the body and life he so wished he had. Roger was about 5’5” and very thin with a head of salt and pepper hair that he calmed back to hide the areas that were thinning. His face was a maze of wrinkles from years of sun worshiping. At 59 years old he looked way older than his age and the kids would often call him the Lizard man. Roger was widowed and lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment not too far from the school. His collection of male porn seemed along with a supply of beer seemed to be his nightly routine, but there wasn’t anything in his collection of porn that could come close to what Coach Gordon did for him sexually. Growing up for Roger was no where near the childhood that Mark had. Where Mark was given every advantage for self improvement, Roger’s childhood was filled with challenges and he was working at an early age instead of attending school so that he could help support his family.

One of 7 kids, Roger was the oldest and was relied on for whatever money he could bring home. Roger’s father was disabled and needed care constantly, while his mother did ironing and cleaning to help. In his later years as a teen and into his early 20’s, Roger was taxed with caring for his father totally after his mother died and even after his dad died of complications, Roger was still required to support his younger siblings. A prime example of youth wasted could be Rogers story in a nutshell. However sad Rogers’s life might seem, he still did what he was asked because he respected his parents and his brothers and sisters. Mark’s childhood was graced with always having enough and always being given the top choices and encouraged to become successful. Mark focused all his attention on his body and his image and developed a fine physique in the process and always seemed to fit into any crowd. Mark’s personal success was guaranteed and his choice to become a Physical Education teacher seemed to fit right into his agenda of self-improvement. One would think given so much advantage and attention that Mark would have turned out arrogant or self-righteous, but to the contrary, Mark was dedicated to sharing what he learned and make the lives of the kids he worked with much better. Roger never saw Mark that way at all, I suppose he wanted Mark to be the arrogant jock who was so into himself that nothing else mattered. I suppose if Roger could become Mark, that is how he would want to live out Mark’s life. So unaware of how Roger really felt about him, Mark assumed the lean older maintenance man was just a friendly and nice guy. Little did Mark know or could ever imagine, was Rogers desire for his body and life and Roger would do anything to acquire it. Roger was just steps away from where Mark was in the shower, working his cock up to the point of climax. How vulnerable a position Mark was putting himself in with his worn work out gear exposed -sending out it’s ripe youthful scents. Roger had his eyes on the Coaches gear and wanted so badly to get those things on his own body. Roger slowly opened the door wide enough so that he could sneak in and stood over the pile of soiled clothes that Mark had left. Before he could reach down to grab the clothing, Roger noticed Mark’s clean pair of Perry Ellis boxer briefs laying on the counter waiting for Mark to slip on before he got dressed in his party clothes.

Roger immediately had a plan now and that was to lace the inner part of those expensive boxer briefs with a swath of his sperm that was now leaking out of his cock. Carefully, Roger unzipped his Dickey pants and brought his cock out of the confines of his white boxers and quickly jacked himself to a full climax, sending his load into the inside of the underwear pouch. Rogers load soaked the expensive cotton material that would caress Marks young balls sacs and cock. Roger then neatly folded the underwear back to its original state, then zipped up his pants. Before leaving the room, Roger grabbed the stack of Marks soiled gear and slipped back outside the door. In a frenzy, the old man striped himself naked and then proceeded to slide on Marks stuff. Before he got Marks boxer briefs on, he gave the underwear a deep sniff to smell the scent of the young man he so desperately wanted to be. Immediately his cock began to stiffen again and Roger gave his cock a good squeeze as he imagined himself as Mark for that one instant. Then he slid up the Coaches aromatic underwear and long mesh gym shorts and then pulled on Marks sweat stained tee shirt. Roger boned out like a teenager and just stood there with his heart racing, wondering when Mark would finish his shower, dry off and then put on the Perry Ellis boxer briefs that contained his sperm. The anticipation made Roger sweat heavily and the old mans pores were mixing his own sweat with Marks. Soon the shower stopped and Mark got out and grabbed his towel to dry off. With the room so steamy, Mark didn’t notice that his gym gear was missing and continued to dry his body enough to be ready to put his underwear on. Mark hung up the towel on the towel rack and then grabbed the pair of Perry Ellis boxer briefs and proceeded to slide them up his lean muscular body. Like most jocks, Mark arraigned his underwear for the most comfortable fit and instinctively grabbed his genitals so they would lie comfortably in the underwear pouch. In the process, Mark was unconsciously allowing Rogers sperm to find a greater area around his balls and cock to be absorbed into Marks young skin. With Marks genitals still hot from the shower, Marks pores were still open and easily assimilated Rogers DNA rich sperm into his body.

As soon as Marks body began to react to Rogers sperm deposit, Rogers body began to react to Marks youthful aromas and deposits as well and things began to happen. At 5’9”, Marks face could be seen in its entirely in the small square mirror above the sink. However as Rogers DNA began to restructure Marks body, Marks height began to shrink down to 5’5” and Marks face began to lower in respect to the mirror and Mark needed to stand on his tip toes to regain the loss in height. “What the …..” Mark shouted, as it became a strain to keep his face in the mirror. Outside the door where Roger was standing, hoping that his sperm deposit would make his wish to swap bodies with Mark come true, the older man was gaining height and was now at Marks height of 5’9”. What happened next for Mark was the most terrifying event he would ever have to experience as his skin tingled all over and his shoulders shrunk in and rounded out. Marks pectoral muscles first throbbed, then went soft and his abdominal muscles loosened up and the skin on his upper torso felt like it was no longer tight, but rather hanging on his frame. Marks stomach was in knots and he grabbed the edges of the sink with less than muscular arms and let go a heave of vomit. Spitting and hacking, Marks breathing became labored, yet the hacking continued and Mark let out thick globs of brown and yellow phloem. As Mark coughed hard, he could hardly notice the hair on his head thinning out and turning gray and white, nor the fact that his smooth young face was now riddled with wrinkles. The young coach’s body was now 30 years older and reacting to a body that had smoked for 50 years and a body that was no longer toned and tight. Roger was experiencing a reincarnation of sorts as his body became younger and tighter and his shoulders and arms sprouted muscle tone while his chest molded to form tight pectoral definition and his stomach vibrated as his abdominal muscles took shape. Roger’s ass took the form of an athletic young man and his legs showed the tone that a young hiker would have. All the while his cock still boned out and ready to pop once his balls and prostrate took on Marks form. Then with a youthful moan and shutter, Roger blew his first load as a 29-year-old jock. Still coughing as his body became used to its old internal organs, Mark slowly made his way out into the office area to get dressed in his party clothes. Still not quite sure of what was going on, Mark sat down at his

desk and stared off into space. Marks mind was all cloudy now as he tried to remember what was to happen next. Standing out of Marks view was Roger who was gleaming in his new body, just waiting to get into Marks dress clothes and assume Marks place at the facility party. Rogers mind was being inundated with Marks thoughts and plans and it was becoming harder to remember what it was like to be the older man sitting across from him. In the same way, Mark was sitting and recalling only those thoughts associated with Roger and soon could not understand why he was sitting in Coach Gordon’s chair in a strange pair of underwear. Roger slipped into view then and asked the old man sitting down if he liked the underwear. “Oh they fit just fine, but I can’t remember putting them on Mark!” Mark (Roger) giggled as he handed Roger (Mark) his Dickey work uniform and the rest of his clothes. “Remember, I promised I would buy you a pair of those expensive underwear as an end of year gift, but I have to say its rather kinky that you chose to try them on here in my office first.” Mark (Roger) said. “Well since they seem to fit well, you can take the off in the bath room and get dressed back in your work clothes, while I get dressed for my party!” “Yeah, sure Coach, however I am a bit embarrassed in these boxer briefs made for a young guy like yourself with this old tired body I have- please give me a little slack being 30 years your elder.” Roger (Mark) said taking his work clothes into the bathroom. “Well old man, we all can’t be young and buff now can we?” Mark (Roger) said with a smirk. “Now hurry up and get back into your real clothes before I have to call security- what would they think finding you only in a pair of my underwear?” “By the way Roger, it appears you liked wearing them pretty well by the cum stain in the pouch!” Mark (Roger) commented. “I am not all that sure you’re not some gay old man with a fetish for me!” Roger (Mark) nervously got the Perry Ellis underwear off and back into his own clothes and scurried out of the bathroom. “Please Coach, its not what you think and please don’t call security on me, I plan to retire next year and I need this job!” Mark (Roger) smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you secret is safe with me, however id be willing to forget this whole matter if you would give me

a blow job before you leave- I really think it would be in your best interest Roger!” Roger (Mark) fiddled with his hands for a bit staring at the hot young body in front of him and knew that what was being asked of him was right in line with his desires and shook his head yes. Mark (Roger) grinned as he stripped off the work out gear and then dropped the boxer briefs, making his young cock stick out like a flag. “Come get your prize old man!” Mark (Roger) said with a smirk, and Roger (Mark) got on his knees in front of the Coach of his dreams and began to take his cock into his mouth. “Wait” Mark (Roger) shouted. “Here just prop yourself up against the desk here and let me go at your face!” The old man complied and Mark (Roger) began to fuck his face hard against the desk, plowing his cock deep into the old mans throat. Grabbing his head for balance, the jock could hear the old man gagging as he got close to his climax. “Hold on old man, your prize is cumming!” The young jock shouted and in a few minutes of banging the old mans head against the desk, he shot a few thick ropes of cream down his throat. Mark (Roger) pulled out suddenly and ran his hands up and down his cock squeezing out the remainder of his load, flinging the excess onto the old mans face and Dickey shirt. “Now get out of here you disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man!” Mark (Roger) said flexing a bit and feeling the outline of his molded chest. Roger (Mark) quickly got to his feet and ran out of the office while Mark (Roger) laughed. Mark (Roger) grabbed his party clothes, a nice dark blue silk form fitting button down shirt and his pair of shinny pleated black pants, dark socks and loafers and got dressed, even though his body reeked in his sweat, cum and the perspiration that was the result of his transformation. Mark (Roger) simply didn’t give a fuck if he smelt! “I’ll make the entire male staff cream their pants! - After all I am a rather arrogant young fuck now aren’t I!” he said as he grabbed his keys, wallet and gymbag and headed off to the restaurant.