Twisted Immortality

Reblog from Tumblr by misctf

Kyle never knew his father. His mother had separated from him when Kyle was very young- too young to have any memories at all. And according to his mom, that wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, she felt it was for the best. Their separation was shrouded in mystery, and as far as Kyle knew, his mom had no contact with his father. And his father never tried to contact them. But the young man couldn’t help but ask questions- questions that his mom quickly shot down. She’d say it was best to leave well enough alone. That Kyle be grateful for all the things he did have. But that wasn’t something Kyle felt he could do. Even his successful college baseball career, his dream summer internship, close friends, and increasingly bright future in business couldn’t dull his desire to meet his dad. To at least fill that void in his life- or at least get the answers his mom kept secret.

When Kyle first started college and had more freedom from the ever watchful eye of his mom, he started doing his own investigations. There were DNA tests and deep dives into family trees. He would ask his mother about her childhood- his ulterior motive being to find out possible places she could’ve met him. And after three years of dead ends and false hope, Kyle got a message. It was the end of his junior year and he was busy planning a small trip with his girlfriend when he saw the email. Reading through it, Kyle felt a pang of excitement run through him.  His name was Jack, he lived in the rural part of the state, and he shared a story about meeting his mother. There were enough details to convince Kyle this man could be his dad. And when the man mentioned a very specific birthmark on Kyle’s back, the young man felt more convinced. “Runs in the family” the man said in regards to the birthmark. Maybe it was misplaced hope, misguided joy, or even desperation, but Kyle quickly agreed to meet up with him for lunch. Kyle’s girlfriend was a bit taken aback and tried to reason with him that this was suspicious. But he made her promise that she wouldn’t tell his mom and that he needed to do this. She reluctantly agreed and the next day, Kyle drove to the desolate rural town.

The diner they planned to meet at left a lot to be desired. The sign outside was scratched and a few letters were missing. The place could probably benefit from a fresh coat of paint too. But the locals seemed to like it. Kyle watched as groups passed in and out of the diner- probably one of the only places to eat in the town. The young man couldn’t help but be grateful for where he grew up. And as these thoughts crossed his mind, a part of him felt that maybe he should leave. He was an outsider- something the uninviting glares of the townsfolk made quite clear to him.

“Kyle?” Kyle jumped at the gruff voice that broke his train of thought, “Oh my god, Kyle!” The young man turned and faced none other than Jack- his father.

The first thing Kyle registered was the man’s long red and unkempt beard. The man’s stomach bulged out, barely contained by his dirtied wifebeater. And when the man pulled Kyle in for a hug, he could smell tobacco and cheap beer. Kyle scrunched his nose. This was his dad. This was the man Kyle wanted to meet for so long.

“Nice and firm.” Jack whispered as he hugged Kyle closely. Kyle shivered at the comment, finding it creepy. But he pushed those thoughts down, “Well, I bet you’re hungry!”

The food wasn’t the only thing Kyle found disappointing about their lunch. As his dad downed beer after beer and filled up on chili fries, Kyle tried to make connections. Baseball? His dad was more of a football person, while Kyle didn’t care too much for it. Fitness and staying in shape? His old man patted his belly and chuckled. College? His dad never went. Kyle’s future career plans? Not all that impressive to the older man. Kyle tried to maintain a smile, but internally was starting to realize why his mom wasn’t all too impressed.

“How about you come back to my place.” Jack invited, “I have something to show you.”

“Ah, I should really be getting back.” Kyle chuckled nervously, “I...” But the sadness in his dad’s eyes caused him to relent, “Alright, yeah let’s go.”

If the diner was disappointing, his father’s rundown home was even worse. Overgrown plants, a broken down car, and various empty cases of beer littered the front lawn. Compared to the pristine suburban cookie-cutter home his mom raised him in, this was horrifying to the sheltered young man. Jack beckoned him inside and Kyle was even less impressed. The smell of tobacco nearly caused his eyes to water and the house likely hadn’t been cleaned in years.

“Oh Kyle, you have no idea how much I wanted to meet you.” Jack said, his eyes scanning his son carefully, “When your mother left me all those years ago, I was scared.” He let out a deep sigh, “I looked for you, I really did. But...” He shook his head, “I thought I lost you. And without you, I stopped caring.” The words sounded sincere, but Kyle felt like something wasn’t quite right, “That birthmark, can I see it?”

Kyle nodded and lifted his shirt, revealing his toned figure. But his dad’s eyes lit up at the sight of the small star shaped birthmark on his son’s flank. And while Kyle mentioned something about it being his good luck charm, Jack simply reached out and touched it, causing Kyle to jump. But when it started to glow, Kyle’s eyes widened in terror.

“Dad! What’s going on?” Kyle asked, as both men were enveloped in a blue glow and their clothes vanished.

“I’m not sure, son!” Jack replied, although he didn’t sound all too concerned.

Kyle cried out suddenly as he felt a rumbling in his abdomen. Meanwhile, Jack watched as his impressive beer gut pulled inwards, forming into tight abdominals. Meanwhile, Kyle groaned again as his own abdominals were covered in a layers of fat, until he was sporting a proud gut. Just like his father’s.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no!” Kyle cried out, “I don’t... burrrrrrrpppppppppp.”Kyle recoiled as he tasted cheap beer and chili fries on his breath, “What the fuuuuuuurrpppppp.” He looked up at his father, unable to hide the confusion and terror in his eyes. His fear only worsened when he noticed a subtle but very real difference between him and his dad. His father’s once sun-damaged and weathered skin appeared youthful and healthy. Kyle looked down at his now weathered skin and gasped, “No.... No, dad this can’t be happening.” He rambled.

Jack scratched at his now clean shaven cheeks as he watched Kyle’s facial hair erupt into a long bushy beard, “I think... I think we’re trading places!”

Kyle wanted to respond but both men simultaneously let out a deep, pleasure filled moan as their dicks began to change. Jack felt his cock growing larger and erect. The feeling of his revitalized member nearly made him cum on the spot,

“Been awhile since I’ve had a hard-on.” He whispered, giving himself a few tugs. He looked over pitifully at Kyle, who was staring at his newly shriveled member. He still had some leftover Viagra at least.

“B-but...” Kyle mumbled. His voice was more gruff- a new harshness filling each syllable, “I-I...” He groaned as his once thin dusting of body hair grew longer and new follicles erupted with wiry body hair.

“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered, his voice now more youthful. Kyle just stared at him, eyes wide with terror, “But...” Before either man could say anything more, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Jack wasn’t sure how much time passed when he finally woke up. He rubbed his head and  smirked as he took in his toned muscles and clean shaven skin. And as with each transfer, the birthmark was gone- it had served its purpose. 

 Jack in Kyle's body ft. Seth Peterson

Jack sighed. The witch had promised him immortality, but this wasn’t what he initially had in mind. It had been at least two centuries since he made that deal. With the power of that birthmark, he could switch bodies with each of his new first-born sons. But Kyle’s mom nearly messed that up. When he told her about his power, she disappeared with his son. And after years of searching, he had given up. Usually, he would stay in shape, stay employed, and live a healthy life so it would be easier on his sons. But he never actually thought he’d have the chance to switch with Kyle- he thought that was it. So he had lived the last few decades having fun. He sighed again and felt a pang of guilt as Kyle stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

“No, no, no, no.” Kyle pleaded, as he sat up. He ran a hand through his beard, then through his thick chest hairs, “Th... this isn’t...” He was interrupted by another belch, “I...” He was rambling now, trying to bargain, “Please... I...”

“Kyle, calm down.” Jack said, standing up and reaching out a hand, “We have to stay calm.”

Kyle took his father’s hand and stood up, “But... fuck... I can’t.” Kyle took a few deep breaths, “How did this happen?”

“I’m not sure.” Jack lied, “But I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Kyle nodded slowly. How could this have happened? Should he call the authorities? Tell his mom? Tell his girlfriend? Fuck, they would think he was crazy. Jack watched Kyle closely, almost reading his mind.

“Look, we’re not going to solve this tonight.” Jack said, starting to get dressed, “And I imagine your mom and girlfriend are going to start worrying.” Luckily for Jack, he could tap into some of Kyle’s memories, “I should get back to campus.”

“No way!” Kyle said, “We need to solve this now. I can’t...” He looked down at himself, “Please. Don’t leave.”

“I promise, we’ll keep in touch and I’ll try to find out how to swap back.” Jack said, trying to reassure his son, “This is all going to work out, I promise.”

After some more promises and reassurance, Kyle watched as Jack got into his car and sped away, leaving the former college student alone in this desolate rural town. Kyle sighed and trudged back to the house, the smell of cigar smoke filling his nose.

“I have to stay strong.” Kyle whispered, “It’s going to be okay.” He grabbed a fistful of his abdominal fat, “This isn’t too bad.”

He certainly intended to start doing some research into what happened. And more importantly, how to reverse it. But he felt something else take priority in his mind. Almost as if on autopilot, he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. But he needed something else. He went over to a cabinet and grabbed a cigar. He quickly lit it and enjoyed the flavor that filled his mouth.

“Huh, shouldn’t forget these for later.” He mumbled, grabbing the bottle of Viagra and placing it in his pocket, “Might as well get some sun.”

Kyle left the comfort of his small home and sat on a chair he set up a few days prior. He had wanted two chairs: one for him and his dad son. He chugged his beer and smiled as a calming sensation washed over him. Maybe he’d watch some football later, his favorite team was playing after all. And as he continued to enjoy his cigar, he became blissfully unaware of the life that was stolen from him. Sure from time to time the older man would feel something wasn’t right. That this flabby form wasn’t his. But a quick beer or cigar would help put his simple mind at ease. 

Meanwhile, Jack smiled as the old town disappeared from view. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Kyle settled into his new life fully. Maybe he’d visit his former son, just to check on him. And to thank him. After all, Jack knew he had a bright future ahead of him. And he certainly intended to enjoy it.