When I was hired by Jake’s parents, I could understand why they wanted their son to get one of my life makeovers. He was an okay looking guy in his early thirties, living in their basement, and he was a total waste of space. Spending most of his time watching porn and jerking off, he spent the rest at the local biker bars shooting pool with the other alpha assholes. He was also kind of a conservative, sexist asshole who couldn’t hold a job. His parents, not surprisingly, were disappointed. So, they hired me. I’d take over his life for as long as I needed and could do with it what I wanted, reprogramming Jake into something they could be proud of instead of what he’d become.
The first week in his body, I did what I always do. I lived as Jake would. I smoked his cigars, made his off color jokes, cattle called women and jerked off to women with big tits before a night of Nascar and Fox News. It took some getting used to being in his beefy body, and learning to walk with his meaty cock made things even more interesting. I could see where Jake got his swagger, and I have to admit, I loved being in his big, strong body. I loved running my hands over his hairy bear gut. I loved playing with my new cock and and being bald again was euphoric. I also found my host attractive. His full beard. His piercing eyes and, believe it or not, a gorgeous, sweet smile. Jake definitely wasn’t bad looking … he was just bad, but all that’s changed now.