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Renting My Body Out
🕑 Added 2020-03-24 16:00:03 +0000 UTCThis story is based off a photo caption from the early days of my blog and was voted for by patrons to become a full story.
I didn’t have all that much going for me in terms of brainpower or career inspirations but that wasn’t really any trouble to me because I was only planning to be a personal trainer and rake in the cash from people who wanted a sculpted muscular body like my own. The only issue was that I had to get through college to qualify and that wasn’t exactly cheap. There was no chance of getting a loan from my family and the thought of asking friends for help was nothing short of terrifying. I had to do something to earn my own way and rather than getting a part-time job, I decided to start renting out my body using the online marketplace “Bodies2Hire”. It was a quick and easy way to make money, all I had to do was rent out my body for six hours and I’d get a hundred bucks for it. Easy work!
Most of my customers were either elderly men well past their primes or scrawny nerds who were probably still virgins but once I even had a young woman who confessed she was curious about experiencing life from a male’s perspective for a little while. I’d be in their bodies for the six hour duration while they got to go and pretend that they were a muscular stud; in most cases they were down at the gym or at the local beach for obvious reasons. At first I felt uncomfortable thinking about the things they would do while wearing my skin but as the money came rolling in after a few weekends of loaning my body out I was able to get past that. Bodies2Hire had a strict policy when it came to those who commit crimes while in another’s skin and I was even given a tracker through which I could monitor my body while exchanged with someone.
Trevor was one of my regular customers and I was hardly surprised to see that he had reserved me for that Saturday morning, his sixth reservation in the last month. It was really no surprise that he loved being in my body when his own was so disappointing: he was almost as wide as he was tall and his puffy red face sat atop three chins, while the thin white hairs barely clung onto his scalp. He was only fifty-six but the mistreatment of his body over the years made him look much older and he saw my body as the perfect escape back to a youth he’d never had, that of a young man with a muscular body and an undeniable sex appeal. I wasn’t even sure Trevor had ever had sex before getting into my body for the first time but considering how tired my muscles were whenever we swapped back I knew that he was taking full advantage of my fuckable body and gorgeous features. Being in his body gave me no pleasure but he always tipped generously afterwards which was the main reason I consented to trade my body with his as often as I did.
I should have predicted that somebody would eventually have the idea of finding a way to keep my body for good but I was never the brightest guy. After Trevor’s first few times of renting my body, I had stopped bothering to monitor him through the tracker and instead put my feet up, watched old football games and gorged on all the junk food that I could never consume in my own body lest I wanted to destroy my admirable physique. It was a routine that I had grown rather comfortable with, which was why I hardly noticed when the clock ticked past the six hour mark and I hadn’t felt the familiar tugging sensation at my soul, pulling me out of the overweight body of the middle-aged man and back into my college stud form. It wasn’t until a notification from Bodies2Hire popped up on Trevor’s phone that I noticed the time and realized that I had been in his body for two hours over the fixed time. How was that even possible?
With shaking hands and a thundering heart I opened the notification from Bodies2Hire and felt thunder rumble throughout my very being as I read the title: “Oops! We messed up!” The paragraph that followed explained that due to an unexpected shortage of staff they had been unable to assign a caretaker to my case and therefore had been unable to stop Trevor from using an outside source to cast a counterspell that would prohibit Bodies2Hire from initiating the return exchange. In fact, the little stunt Trevor had pulled was completely irreversible! Tears sprung up to my eyes as I realized what that truly meant: my body was gone for good!
The sole positive note of the message was a confirmation that I now had full use of Trevor’s Body2Hire account and they were gifting me three free exchanges for the trouble of having my body permanently stolen. I was blistering with rage as I read the next line warning me not to try the same thing Trevor had and steal another host body’s life - “We’ll be watching you closely”, the letter had said. Knowing they wouldn’t help me get my body back and instead were willing to brush it under the carpet as if it was no big deal sent me into a furious tirade in an email to their customer service, although I never received a response to it. They didn’t even apologise for their mistake!
After three days of being Trevor though I’m getting antsy. I can’t stop eating all this unhealthy food and I’ve got absolutely no compulsion to try and lose any of this weight, even if I hate it. The thought of using one of those free exchanges and being a stud for six hours is starting to feel more and more tempting though...
