"Finally someone who can appreciate all of this," Pete practically yelled as he quickly stripped off his shirt. He winked at the newbie, Jinks, as he bore his torso to the young man. "Take it all in, bud."

Jinks averted his eyes, covering them with his hand and started making complaints. Secretly though, he snuck a look through his fingers before dropping his hand entirely. He kept asking the man to cover himself. He couldn't deny that he did enjoy the view.

Before long, Pete had put his shirt back on and walked off.

Jinks felt himself hard in his trousers and knew he needed to find a place to have a quick jerkoff session. Luckily, the Warehouse was huge and he was pretty sure that no one would see him and he'd be able to hear if someone was coming. He quickly moved over to one of the boxes on the ground, pushed up against the shelves, and unbuttoned his pants. He quickly pushed them down around his knees and began undoing his shirt, button by button. He pushed the shirt back and flicked his fingers against his nipples. He was very sensitive in a few areas, most noticeably his nipples. This action caused him to hiss in pleasure and moan as his cock hardened to it's full length at the memory of Agent Pete Lattimer's impressive chest.

He gripped the waistband of his tight black briefs and pushed them down to his knees, releasing his aching erection. He furiously began to pump at it, imagining how the scene earlier could have gone earlier if Myka wasn't there. He fantasized about how he would've rubbed his hands across Pete's chest, feeling each of his pecs before trailing his fingers across his abdomen, letting the soft sprinkling of hair tickle his hands before he would capture one of Pete's nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and then doing so to its twin. He would let his fingers trail down Pete's body as he fell to his knees and began undoing the slightly older agent's pants, sliding the belt through each loop and throwing it, pushing his pants down to his ankles, following quickly by the plaid boxers he probably wore and releasing the man's dick which he would proceed to swallow and suckle at like it was the most important thing in the world.

He stroked faster as he imagined how Pete would lift him up after he had had his fun and would strip the younger agent, pulling every article of clothing off until he stood nude before the senior agent, how he would turn Jinks around, prepare him slowly, making the man moan as each finger would penetrate him or shake as Pete's tongue did, letting out soft whispers of just one word "Pete" over and over again until the man would finally, slowly, enter Jinks.

By this time, Jinks had slicked his own fingers with his spit and was working 2 into his ass, pounding them against his prostate as his other hand rubbed his hard member. His one hand wrapped around it covered almost the entire thing except for the head, which he made up for with his thumb. He was using all of his little tricks to bring himself maximum pleasure and was so lost that he didn't notice his surroundings. He had pushed up against a shelf and was knocking into it repeatedly with his back as he thrusted his fingers into himself. He didn't notice that an artifact had fallen down beside him and was starting to glow.

He kept moaning, the name "Pete" always on the tip of his tongue, followed by gasps for breath as he hit that spot once again.

The Lion and Eagle bookends lay around him in 4 pieces. The heads had popped off and rolled and now surrounded him in a circle. The pieces glowed and started to pull themselves closer to each other.

Jinks was closer and closer to his orgasm, the pressure building up until it exploded forth across his chest and hand. He gasped as his cum erupted out of his hard cock and he fell back, spent and exhausted. He cleaned himself up and very quickly slid his briefs and pants back up and did his shirt. Once he was all dressed he looked around and noticed the little statues. He grasped the pieces and put them together, forming two griffins as he thought about Pete and all of the things he'd love to do with the man. The pieces flashed bright yellow, the light blinding Jinks, causing him to stumble back. When he opened his eyes again he noticed his surroundings had changed. He was in the B&B, lying on a bed that wasn't his, in a room filled with things he had never owned. In one corner he noticed an assortment of baseball novelties. In another, he saw a rather extensive comic book collection. Inbetween the two he saw an overflowing hamper filled with jeans and bits of a few suits, and a couple pairs of boxers. He sat up, the reaction plain on his face. He was in Pete's room.

He jumped up, pacing as he tried to think of how he had gotten here. He froze as he finally caught his reflection in the mirror.

"Holy shit," Pete's voice came out of his mouth as Jinks uttered the words in wonder and shock. He was Pete. Well, in Pete's body. He stared into the mirror, shocked. Jinks ran to the door and wrenched it open, bolting down the stairs and almost running into Claudia.

"Whoa, Pete, what's the hurry?" the girl called at him as he barreled past. He stopped dead in his tracks. He really was Pete. He looked like Pete to everyone.

Artie came around the corner and saw him. "What are you doing? I sent you to your room so you could relax and recuperate. You need it after the day you've had. Now, go!" the older man barked before swatting at Jinks. He was, rather forcefully, brought back to his room and shoved inside. Then, he was alone. In Pete's room. In Pete's body.

He crashed down onto the bed, amazed at how different everything managed to look and how different he felt inside this bigger body. He pulled the Farnsworth from the interior pocket of his jacket, opened it, and called Pete, well, Jinks, no, Pete. It was Pete, just in Steve's body. When Pete finally answered, Steve sighed as he saw himself. He'd managed to clean up and dress before they'd switched, and for that he was extremely grateful.

"Hey, Pete, um, something happened. I don't know what but I don't think we're injured, are we?" Jinks asked through the Farnsworth.

"Oh, Jinksy, no. Nah, we're fine. Myka and I had this happen once. It was funny. I got to feel her boobies before... Oh god. We have a couple of hours, after that, things will not be so fine."

"Describe 'not so fine,'" Jinks urged, panic setting in.

"Uh...kablooey?" Pete answered, his shoulders shrugging. "But hey, it's a couple hours. Besides, this could be fun for a little bit. Artie never lets us play with artifacts."

"Pete, I really don't know about this."

"Relax, Jinks, I've got it under control. Now, I'm assuming you're still in my room so I'm coming over, and I'm bringing the artifacts, okay?"

"I guess. See you in a bit."

"Yeah. Hey, quick question. Why does your ass kind of hurt?" Pete asked innocently, obviously not understanding.

"Not sure. Just get over here."