Gym Suit

Gareth was leaning up against bars recovering from his last workout, I watched as Colin, Gareth’s trainer left to refill the water bottle; now was my chance – I knew Gareth was weakened.

I walked up behind him, leaned forward and grasped his neck; I caught a nerve and there was a dull thud as his head dropped hitting one of the supports; I took a sharp breath – that’ll hurt later.

I looked around the gym was empty, coming up behind the giant I rubbed my crotch up against the ass, knowing it would soon be mine; but I needed to be quick.

I quickly pulled down his baggy shorts and briefs, pulling his tight t-shirt up over his head I admired the size of his back.

I shucked my own clothes and started to kneed my hands and arms into Gareth back, his back started to soften and I started to push in.

Through his back, into his arms, up his throat and into his head. Already in his upper torso I pushed in close and into his lower body with ease.

I looked up into the mirror in front of me and smile; “Oww….” I groaned in my new deep voice, rubbing my head – I knew that was going to hurt.

I smiled and pull up my shorts and pulling the tight t-shirt down over my heavy pecs, only just in time as Colin returned.

I already had full command of Gareth’s memories and personality; Colin suspected nothing. It was easy slipping into my new home, it would be perfect for the task ahead.

Just as a favour

“Damn” I gasped as I return to the locker room, Rex just smiled at me “tough job this time?” he joked.

“Yeah, you fucker he put up a good fight. You never told be he was a bodybuilder, I normally only take college jocks.”

I leaned across the table in my new office, and groaned as flexing my new thick shoulders and back. I was unused to the muscular build, and he whole body went spasm as I fought to get inside and take control – it felt like one hell of a workout.

I straightened taking a sip of water; “Now get the fuck out of my chair, as the manager of this gym I need to check out the membership” I said with a smirk.

Just a bit strong

Damn, that last batch of formulae was a bit strong I’d only just given it to Marc before he’d collapsed on the floor.

People were shouting, but I just told them he was drunk – I knew it was a normal sit to see him drunk.

I got him into the lift with the help of his mates; I assured them I would get him safely back to his apartment so they could return to the party.

I smiled as the lift doors closed, moments later I pushed the stop button and the lift ground to a halt between floors. I looked down at Marc and rested my foot on his chest, it sagged under my weight; I knew he was ready.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, getting hard knowing that Marc would be returning to the party soon to hook up with Sally.

I started to pull at Marc’s clothes, it was easy now, his body twisted and flexed quite unnaturally. Off came the polo, t-shirt, shorts and boxers; even in his deflated form he was well built and really cute.

I smiled again as I started to pull on his body; it was a tight squeeze, but that's just how I liked it. I stood up in my new 5’10” frame and flexed a little in front of the mirror in the lift.

I practiced Marc’s cheeky grin as I pulled his clothes back on struggling with my Marc-sheathed hard-on inside his boxers, I groaned using Marc’s voice and shivered as I pulled up his shorts.

I fixed my hair, and press the floor for the party again, the lit lurched into action and within minutes Marc was back at the party enjoying himself.

The Gym’s No Place For You Anymore

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” I heard a familiar voice say.

I carefully dropped the weights I was lifting, sat myself up, and turned around to see one pathetic looking little nerd standing there behind me, barely able to contain the fact that he was trembling.

“I’m working out. What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” I said confidently and deliberately.

“Working out!” the nerd said, “Ha! You don’t know the first thing about working out! You’ve probably never even worked out a day in your life! You think just because you have my body now, you know how to work out? Well, it’s a lot harder than it looks, buddy! If you don’t give me my body back, it won’t be long before you lose all of those muscles anyway. It takes hard work to maintain a body like that!”

“Oh really,” I said, “I don’t know anything about working out? And I suppose you do…?”

“I’ve been working out since I was fourteen years old!” the nerd said, “Fuck! I know more about working out and staying in shape than you ever will, you pathetic little freak! Now give me my body back!”

“OK,” I said, “I’ll give you your body back. But first, why don’t you tell me. What are the best exercises to make your chest look like this?”

I stood up from the bench, placed my hands on my hips and pumped up my pecs in an intimidating display.

“And, do you have any advice on how to get your biceps to look like this?”

Keeping my pecs flexed, I raised an arm and tightened my bicep into a mountainous peak.

“I –” the nerd stumbled, “I – of course I do. I’m the one who built that body. I’m the one who made it look so good.”

“But,” I said, relaxing a bit and letting my heavy muscles fall, although they still stayed pumped up and tight, “Supposing I asked you to give me some specific exercises? And asked you the exact diet it took? Would you have any idea about that?”

“I… don’t know,” said the nerd, dumbfounded, “I don’t know! I mean, I should know! I should fucking know this shit! What the fuck have you done to me!”

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, “At least, not intentionally. All I thought that spell would do was swap our bodies. I’ll admit it, I didn’t know shit about lifting weights when I first walked in here with your body. But then I just started doing stuff, and I just started knowing stuff. And the more I do, the more I know!”

“No!” said the nerd, “You can’t take that from me! Please, give that back to me! Keep my body, but at least give me back what I know about working out and everything. I could start working out in your body, I could at least make myself look a little bit better. But, please! You can’t just leave me with nothing!”

“Sorry, pal,” I said, laying back down on the bench and returning to the weights, “I don’t know how to do that.”

I started lifting again as he stood there watching me. I grunted every so often just like he used to do when he was working out, as sweat started to soak my shirt.

“Get outta here, dweeb,” I finally said as I finished a set, “Why don’t you just face it? The gym’s no place for you any more.”

Both Nerds

By Guest Author -- Brody

This is so cool. I use to be just like my little friend here. We were best friends, and both nerds. He decided to work on a project to try to get use bigger and hotter bodies. After about a month he finally told me about this entire thing. I offered to try it out. I can’t believe it actually worked. Look at me now. I am a stud! I still have all my brains but have the hottest body now. I really should get some cooler clothes. I hope this will stay, since I am the first to try it we have no idea how long I will be a muscle stud. I don’t want to be a little nerd again. I hope I can get Michael to try it on himself too. As much as I care about him I just can’t be around him now that I am a muscle stud and he is a nerd still.

Going Full-Time

“Johnny! Where in the hell have you been?” said Barry, the club owner, “I’ve been looking for you all over!”

“Sorry, sir,” I said, hoping my Chinese accent wasn’t coming off too thick, “I was in… back room… looking for something.”

“Well, Jesus Christ!” said Barry, “You know I gotta put you up on the bar tonight as a dancer. I’m pulling Adam off so he can pour drinks.”

“But… what happen to Bryan?” I asked, innocently enough, “I thought he was supposed to be bartender tonight.”

“I don’t know what the fuck happened to Bryan!” said Barry, “Called up five minutes before his shift was supposed to start and tells me he can’t come in. Didn’t give me no reason or nothin’!”

“Oh,” I said, “I so sorry, Barry. I dance for you. I like to dance!”

“I know you do, Johnny,” said Barry, “And this might just be your chance to step up to dancing full time if we don’t hear anything back from Bryan. Hey – is your neck okay, by the way? It’s just you been rubbin’ it.”

“Oh –” I said, immediately dropping my hand, “Yes, Barry. Everything fine, Barry.”

“Well… all right,” said Barry, “You got any requests for songs you want to dance to tonight?”

“Just play whatever! I dance to whatever,” I said enthusiastically.

“You got it, buddy,” said Barry, “And if you hear anything from Bryan tonight by chance, let me know, all right?”

“Oh, I let you know. I definitely let you know, Barry…” I said, reaching behind my neck as he walked away and feeling the seam of the bodysuit just one more time.

“You dumb fuck,” I said under my breath, dropping the accent as soon as he was out of sight, “I was right here in front of you the whole time. How many fuckin’ times did I tell you I wanted to dance up on the bar, and you told me I wasn’t the right ‘type’? Well I’m Johnny Chao tonight, Barry, and I think the crowd’s gonna fuckin’ eat this little Asian muscle twink up – so you better get used to me being up there full-time!”

This Will All Be Over Soon

 
“Don’t worry, Chad. This’ll all be over soon. And then that cute little body of yours will be all mine! Not that I’ve minded lumbering around in George’s body the past couple of days – I' never do – but you’re the one I’ve really wanted, Chad. Ever since I saw you dancing at the club the other night, and you took that shirt off and you had this hot little body underneath. Damn! I knew I wanted to get inside of that, and quick! I knew you wouldn’t take me home the way I was, though, so that’s why I slipped into my trusty George suit here. Something about being a big guy with big muscles always seems to do the trick, especially with little guys like you.

There we go. Startin’ to feel the effects of the drug, now are we? That’s right, just relax, Chad. You’re just hollowing out on the inside, that’s all. Pretty soon you’ll be just another suit in my collection, but don’t worry. It’s not like you’re going to be stuffed away in the back of the closet or anything like that – I plan on wearing you around quite a bit!”

Metamorphosis Resort & Spa

My Christmas present to myself this year was a trip to the brand new Metamorphosis Resort & Spa, and I am so freakin’ excited about it! I should be getting my reservation confirmation in the mail any day now, complete with a catalogue showing me all of the hot guys that I can choose from while I’m there. I’ve heard they have some really hot new bodies for Summer 2010, too! Then, once I get to the resort, that suit will be all ready for me and laid out in my room once I get checked in. After that, I’ve got a whole week of being that stud, and running around the resort wearing as little clothing as possible, hanging out by the pool, going to all the parties at night – and of course, having as much fucking sex as I possibly can! My only regret is that I didn’t book the trip for sooner!

Merry Christmas 2009

Merry Christmas everyone! Were you naughty or nice this year? Myself, I was extra nice. So, Santa if you hear me, I’ll be lookin’ for that case of bodysuits under the Christmas tree tomorrow! Either that, or I’ll gladly take any real-life bodyswap software or enchanted medallions that you might have hidden away in the workshop ;)

Thank you everyone for reading! May your days be merry and bright – through the rest of 2009 and going into 2010!

-- E.

Roommates Remodeled 3

“Dude, how ya like that Bud, man?” I asked my roommate Jarrod – or J-Rock as he’d been calling himself lately.

“Fuckin’ good stuff, dude!” he said, giving me a big thumbs up.

“You don’t want, I dunno, a cosmopolitan or some shit like that?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeth pleath!” he said, raising the pitch of his voice and affecting a lisp, “I freakin’ love cosmos!”

I chuckled. Seeing him “act gay” like this was always so fuckin’ funny – especially considering the fact that he really was one hell of a flaming fag at the beginning of the semester. I’m talkin’ all the way, showtune-singin’, tap dancin’ homo. Shit, you wouldn’t know it now. Look at him straight-up bustin’ outta his USMC workout shirt, Budweiser in hand! Fuckin’ looks great. Just like a real man ought to look.

“Shut the fuck up, man!” I said, playfully punching him in his shoulder. Given how beefy he was now, he took the hit no problem, “Just drink your Bud!”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice, brotha’!” he said, pounding the aluminum can back and chugging its contents down like a pro, “Oh – hey, bro! Get me another one of these if your headed to the kitchen!”

Click here for Part 1 and Part 2

A Note About Comments

Hey guys! I just realized that all of my notifications for comments were being sent to my spam email box :P So I apologize if I haven’t gotten back to any of you who have left comments lately. Thank you for all of the feedback!! Smitch and I both really appreciate it. It helps us know what you guys like and what you want to see more of, so keep it comin’!

Also, I’ve been a bit busy with the holidays and everything this month, but there will definitely be some more caps coming through the rest of December and into 2010!

-- E.

Roommates Remodeled 2

Read Part 1 here.


It’s been a couple of months now since I turned my previously-gay roommates into a couple of regular ol’ straight guys, and I gotta tell ya it’s been fuckin’ great! Just about everything in the apartment has been changed out now. Goodbye chick-flicks, IKEA furniture, and fruity “cosmopolitan” drink mixes in the fridge – Hello stacks of guy-on-girl porn, futons, and lots and lots of cheap beer. Fuck yeah, man. These guys are like my straight up bro’s now. I even seen ‘em bringin’ chicks home and fuckin’ liking it! Fuck! A while ago, they wouldn’t have gone near chicks like that, unless it was to have a night of “girl talk” and doing each others’ nails and whatever those fuckin’ queers did together.

Of course, I do come home from class sometimes and see ‘em all layin’ all over each other – especially after they’ve thrown back a few beers. But, hey, that’s not out of the ordinary for a couple of college guys like us, right? Anyway, I try not to think too much about it. Livin’ with these guys now is about a hundred times better than it could have been. And just give it a couple more months – I have a feeling I’ll be seeing less and less of this shit as time goes on!

XXL

I really should have read the description on the order before I sent off the money.

It’s true I was seriously overweight and was looking for a hot jock suit, not built just toned.

I picked the face and the body from the catalogue and filled out the form, I ticked XXL thinking it was my current size, not the size of the build of the suit!

I was a bit worried when a huge box arrived, and as soon as I got it out I knew I’d made a BIG mistake!

Needless to say I slipped Jack on and it actually felt great being about the same weight, only this time it was muscle instead of fat.

Underneath the Business Suit

 
“Listen, pretty boy. I may have to wear your precious little mug and cute little underwear model body around all day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sneak in a little bit of fun underneath it all. What do you think everyone down at the office would think if they knew the handsome, charming, all-around good guy Jonathan D. Pisciotti liked to spice it up with a little bit of leather gear underneath his expensive little business suits? And better yet, what if they found out their successful young CEO was really just an imposter, a hardened criminal playing dress-up for as long as he can as he embezzles the hell out of an otherwise very well-trusted company? Ah, but don’t worry. They won’t find any of that out – not until I get what I want out of all of this, anyway. Then I’ll be glad to let you free and give you back your body – not that you’ll probably want it at that point. Until then, though, you’re staying tied up right here, buddy. Right in your own swanky apartment. And in the meantime, I’ll just have to make do with sneaking in whatever fun I can!”

Costume Party

I had been planning the costume for the New Year party for a month now; well actually ever since my new neighbour moved in!

Paul was built, he was perfect for what I had in mind of course. He had only just separated from his girlfriend before he moved in so didn’t really know many people. I introduced him to my friends and soon we were moving in the same circles.

I invited him over, and we really got on like a house on fire, which was fortunate for me. We became good friends, but for me there was a deeper motive.

We used to hang out most nights watching the game and the like, sometimes in my apartment, sometimes in his. I’d kicked off my plan a couple of weeks earlier, handing in my notice and telling my landlord I’d be moving out at the end of the year.

I’d been clearing out my apartment, and Paul had only just noticed. He asked me where all my stuff was going and I told him I’d lost my job and was moving back to my family at the end of the month; he looked sad and offered his sofa – I smiled and was happy that all the pieces were falling into place.

I sold the remainder of my stuff before I moved in with Paul, damn he greeted me shirtless and I gasped.

I bit my lip and settled in for the night.

I spent the rest of the week getting used to Pauls routine, he was a friendly guy and enjoyed the simple things in life.

It had been a week, and tonight was my end; I got him a beer and slipped some formula into it felt a little sad as I handed it to him, that night we both had a great time.

Paul went to his room, and I laid on the sofa – I felt emptiness and guilt as I heard Paul groan and go silent.

I walked inside cautiously and gently shook Paul trying to wake him from his deep sleep; unsuccessfully. I knew this chapter of Paul life had ended and I was about to start the next.

I pulled back the covers and rolled Paul onto his front he was a heavy built guy. I dropped my shorts and got on the bad, touching is wide back I pushed a nail into his back, sliding my hand down I smiled as his skin and muscle parted.

Climbing on Pauls back I started to climb inside his massive his frame, pushing down into his legs, his arms and finally pushing up into his head – I groaned for the first time using Pauls voice as I felt a tightness across my back as it sealed me in.

I rolled over and looked down at my new pecs raising and falling, my hands explored my muscular physique. I smiled and pulled the covers back over me and turned over and went to sleep to fully absorb Pauls memories.

The next week went smoothly, I was Paul and not a single person noticed any difference and if anyone asked about the old me, I simply told them I’d gone back to live with my family.

And as for the costume party, I was a big hit!

Brother’s and Love

Myles had been invited to the Ski Lodge with his mates, trouble was he’d never skied in his life. He’d spent a lot of time getting in with this crowd and he didn’t want to screw it up.

He thought about it a long time before approaching is younger brother who spent most of his life on a skateboard during the summer, and on the slopes during the winter; although he was only 17 years old the kid had talent which was more than Myles had! But as they spoke Myles came up with an idea.

Myles slipped Olly a ticket and a couple of days later they met up a the lodge in Olly’s room. Although there was 3 years between the brothers, they were about the same height.

Downstairs the guy were waiting, Myles had said he’d forgotten his gloves but had gone to Olly room. Inside Olly stood there with just his boxers on, he was waiting.

Quickly Myles stripped down to his boxers as Olly pulled on his brothers clothes; “thanks for helping me out Bro”, Olly smiled looking up from underneath a thick mop of black hair.

Myles walked over to the bed and picked up the mask pulling it into shape, looking into the empty blue eyes; “Wow, these are good aren’t they?” as he threw it to Olly.

Pushing his thick mop out of his eyes Olly pulled the mask over his head as he walked over to Myles. His older brother looked into the eyes of his new twin, smoothing and sealing the mask in place.

“Thanks for helping me out bro” Myles said, “No problem, but you’d better get dressed I’ve arranged a surprise for you” replied Olly as he left to meet up with Myles’s friends.

Myles got dressed in his brothers clothes, topping it with a purple v-neck sweater. Picking up the second mask Myles looked into the empty hazel eyes of his brothers mask pushing back the long hair.

Standing at the mirror Myles pulled it over his head, bringing life to Olly’s empty soulless eyes, he smiled as he tussled his hair letting it drop over his eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Myles checked his reflection and opened the door.

“C..Claire” Myles stammered, it was Olly’s girlfriend. “Oh Olly, I’ve been so excited, when you called me yesterday and told me to meet you here for a long weekend I couldn’t believe it” she cooed.

A smile came to his face as he saw Myles walk behind Claire in the corridor with a big smile and a thumbs up – at least he wouldn’t be bored whilst by bro’ was out with his mates.

André

You know, it’s a shame André Jones is locked up in prison for the next 26 years. If you ask me, it was just terrible how the whole trial went down. That bastard of a cop, John Calvin, really had it out for him. Typical story of a white guy trying to hold a black man down.

Of course, that was me inside of good ol’ Officer Calvin’s body the whole time, and I would’ve stayed there too if I hadn’t come across Mr. Jones down at the station one day. He was in for something real minor, not much longer than an overnight stay, but something about him just caught my eye. He was exactly what I was looking for after living the straight-edged life of John Calvin for the past couple of years.

André just had that street-hard, thug attitude, and a fuckin’ hot, tough-lookin’ body to go with it. I got the feeling not many people fucked around with André Jones. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to get his body just by simply walking up and asking him for it.

So, what can I say. I found a way to set him up. Fuck, I ain’t ashamed to say it now. And I did it from the inside of the police department, using John Calvin’s “I’d never tell a lie” good ol’ American boy reputation to carry it all the way through. When I saw André Jones getting dragged off to prison, boy, I couldn’t barely contain my grin.

As soon as I knew he was locked up, I made my way over to his apartment first thing and let myself right in. Slipping out of John Calvin’s police uniform, I let my body warm up from the inside out, focusing deeply as my skin darkened and my muscles pumped up. I’d let myself go a bit as John Calvin, and watching those new thick muscles pile on made me feel so fucking hot. I had finally became André Jones. I’d have to think of a different name for myself, of course, although it was a common enough name that if I got far enough away it might not matter too much.

Looking around his low-rent apartment, I started eyeing things that I could pack and take with me as I started my new life, only taking a moment to check out my newest body.

“Aw yeah, muthafucka!” I said with André’s deep voice as I flexed and pumped up my pecs, “I’ma have me some real fun wit dis one!”

Poser

 
“Ummm… ok,” said Bryan, taking a step back from the bodybuilder, “Yeah… I think the pecs are even now. Yeah, definitely. That looks much better. Hm. You know, you’re just gonna have to be really careful out there, Steven. At least until we can get this suit fixed. I don’t know why that left pec keeps sagging, but it should at least hold up through this competition, all right, Champ?”

“Bryan,” said Steven, “I’m getting really tired of this, you know. How much money are we making off of these competitions? And it all depends on how good I look out there on the stage, my friend. If anybody ever finds out about this, we’ll be kicked out of the sport forever, and you know that. Now you better hope like hell these pecs hold up, because after this show, I am not competing again until you put in some money to get these suits repaired the way that they need to be. Find another poser if you want until then, but I won’t keep risking my reputation like that.”

“Steven,” said Bryan, “Steven, buddy. Look, it’s in the works, all right? Just go out there and win me this show tonight, and then I promise I’ll get the suits in to be fixed up first thing next week. All of ‘em. All right? Now let’s go hit the pump room and get you oiled up. What do you say, huh?”

“All right,” said Steven, “But you really gotta promise me, man.”

“I promise,” said Bryan, placing his hand on Steven’s shoulder, “But first, you’ve got a competition to win!”

Turning Out Great

“Oh, Jimmy!” said Karl, as they both stood on Jimmy’s back porch, “Wow, he’s turning out great! I can hardly believe that’s little Mikey out there! Told ya it was amazing, didn’t I? When did you give him the pills again?”

“Oh, let’s see,” said Jimmy proudly, “It was on Monday. So, what, it’s only been about a week? It’s crazy, man. He’s just changed right before my eyes. Would ya look at him? My scrawny little 10-year-old is turning into quite the well-developed young man!”

“Oh –” said Karl, hesitating, “Uh – it’s already been a week?”

“Yeah…” said Jimmy, “Why?”

“It’s just –” said Karl, “I mean, well, physically I’d say he’s turning out pretty damn good. But, he’s still out there playing with his pool toys and stuff like that?”

“Well – yeah,” said Jimmy, “Isn’t that normal?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said Karl, “When I gave little Robbie the pills, he kinda stopped being interested in that stuff. You know, after just a few days I had him watching the games with me throwin’ some beers back like he’d been doin’ it for years.”

“Oh…” said Jimmy, “Well, I mean, I’m sure he’ll be ok, right? I mean, maybe the physical changes just have to kind of happen first, and then he’ll start changing, you know, the rest of the way.”

“Yeah, man,” said Karl, giving his friend a pat on the back, “Maybe. But – uh – if you think you need to give him some more pills or anything, I’ve still got a few on hand. I mean, couldn’t hurt, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Jimmy, “In fact, why don’t you bring those over next time… Last thing I want is a big old stud like that walkin’ around my house actin’ like a 10 year old boy!”

Checking Out the Goods

“All right, sonny. Now let’s see those abs, eh?” said Gerald, his eyes wide.

Evan, the model, begrudgingly lifted his sculpted arms above his head, twisting and flexing his abs.

“Very nice,” said Gerald, admiring Evan’s perfectly-etched muscles, “Very nice. But, come on, boy. You could at least look like you’re enjoying this. Put a smile on that pretty face of yours, huh?”

“You think I enjoy this?” said Evan, “Letting creepy old guys like you borrow my body on the weekends just so I can afford to get by at this school?”

“Oh,” said Gerald, “Creepy old guy, am I? Well maybe I’ll just check out one of the other models, then –”

“No, wait –” said Evan, “Look, I’m sorry. I really need the money – And I’m even running a special since there’s no school on Monday. I’ll let you have three days for the price of two. So, do we have a deal?”

“Well, well, well,” said Gerald, “I don’t think I’ll be able to find a better deal than that. And you have a nice enough body. What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” Evan gulped, “Just – It’s just like always. You gotta at least stay 50 miles away from here, and you can’t use my real name. And sex is always protected. Always.”

“I know the rules,” said Gerald, undressing, “You’ve already injected yourself? And you’ve made sure to inject enough to last you for the full 3-day weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan, already feeling the effects of the drug.

“I figured so,” said Gerald, “Why don’t you have a seat? Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes now, just enough time to sign the paperwork, and then I should have me a cute, young body to wear for the weekend.”

Evan took a seat on the paper-lined table, feeling his consciousness slip away. If there was one good thing about all of this, he thought, it was that he didn’t have to remember any of it. He promised himself that he would only do this for another semester, long enough to save up some good money and then be done with it. He knew some guys who kept this up all through college, but he wouldn’t do that. No way. Feeling weak, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the table, his last sight being the naked old man standing over him, hungrily checking out the goods.

Part Time

Simon walked into the back of the club, “My brother can’t work tonight, he sent me to cover his shift” he said to the guy in the office.

“You’re a bit young, you are over 19yrs?" he guy asked, “Err yeah of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here” Simon muttered.

“Ok, get yourself downstairs and into your brothers uniform, he’s on the floor crew this week”.

Simon goes down to the basement eager to try on his brothers uniform, damn he had to pay his brother enough money to take his place tonight.

Simon turned the corner and saw a huge guy facing the wall motionless, he had the word “CREW” on his back. Simon walked over and prodded the guy, no response.

Simon remembered his brothers instructions and felt under the guys right armpit and pushed, there was a noise like escaping air and his broad back opened like huge doors, inside was hollow.

Simon stripped and put his clothes in his brother locker, Simon hoisted himself into the suit, lowering his leg, and pushing his arms into the sleeves. Simon ducked his head into the suit and up onto the head of the guy.

Just then he heard a rush of air and suddenly he was sealed in the suit and suddenly he felt at one with the suit. It felt and moved naturally and it looked amazing in the mirror.

Simon walked over and pulled on a polo shirt with the word “security” on the back, damn it was tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Just then the door opened and one of the dancers walked in…

“Curtis?” the guy said, you was about to tell him you was standing in for your brother Curtis but you just said “Yeah” with a smile.

HE closed and locked the door before walking over and kneeling before you – all you could say was “fuck!”

Wash day

“Gary!” I shouted, “your bodysuit is finished in the dryer! Look man, will you come down and get it out of there, I need to put my stuff in.. GARY!!”, there was no reply.

I sighed and pulled it out of the dryer - “Damn! that’s a suit of Jon, I wondered why his gym bag was in the hall”

I smiled as I pulled on the suit, Jon was a popular jock with the girls and I needed some action. I looked at my new reflection in the mirror and gave a cocky smile. I rummaged through the gym bag and pulled on so of his clothes before throwing the bag over my shoulder and left to do a bit of hunting.

Social Trap

I smiled at Danny, we’d been interviewing jocks and bodybuilders all morning. We’d been looking for a guy to play the part of a bouncer for an adult film – Phil was perfect.

Danny was one of our top actors, but for this part he just didn’t have the physique so he was helping me interview the guys.

We told Phil about the part, but he was less than happy to hear it was an adult film. Danny said “Not to worry” and got up and shook Phil’s hand. He pointed to Phil and I nodded with a smile.

Suddenly Phil wobbled on his feet and Danny quickly grabbed him and groaned trying to support his muscular frame, I rushed around and helped lower Phil to the floor.

I looked at Danny “Well, you’re our best actor, think you’ve seen enough of Phil to play him?”, “Yeah” came the reply - “although I’d like to have a couple of days practice” he said with a glint in his eye.

I stripped Phil of his clothes admiring his muscular build as Danny removed his clothes. I watched as Danny laid on top of Phil’s much larger body, looking up at me he gave me a knowing smile and wriggled into Phil’s body. Phil let out a groan and got to his feet, I watched as he flexed and touched his body as if discovering it for the first time; of course for Danny it was.

Phil pulled on his clothes and shook my hand, “See you in a couple of days”  I said, “Yeah – look forward to it…” and he left.

I walked over to the bathroom and stripped, I reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a replica of Danny, I was already hard as I pulled on the bodysuit, I turned and looked into the mirror as I pulled on Danny’s face adjusting his spiked hair.

Walking back to the other room I picked up Danny’s discarded clothes and got dressed. I looked in the mirror; I was perfect.

When your the director and Danny’s agent you have responsibility to maintain your clients social ranking.

All for love

“Yeah, you know I’ll do anything for you – but this is weird, I’m not even sure its possible”

I smiled knowing it was possible, I’d done it loads of times before but I wasn’t going to tell Owen that.

I stripped in front of him, he smiled leaning casually on the counter. I walked up behind him and reached around and felt his tight abs. I unbuttoned his shorts and they dropped to the floor. Kissing him on the back of the neck I whispered in his ear “Ready?”, “Yeah” he whispered.

I stepped into the legs of his shorts on the floor and pushed into Owen, I heard him groan as I pushed in deeper and became one with Owen.

I smiled in my new body, reaching down and pulling up my shorts and buttoning them up and adjusting the hang on my hips, inside my head I talked with Owen – both of us excited for the night ahead.

Sorry, Mom

 
“Jesus Christ, Aaron! Put on some clothes!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, “I just needed to get a clean pair of underwear.”

“Well, ok,” she said, slightly flustered, “Just – go take your shower, will you? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Sure thing, Mom!” I said, hesitating for just a second as I almost started heading for the wrong bedroom.

As soon as I was around the corner, I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck! Even she wasn’t able to tell that I wasn’t really Aaron. I mean, I figured I’d be able to pull it off around his friends and stuff at school, but here I was fooling his own mother – my ex-wife! If only she knew it was me here inside our son’s body – especially since that bitch kicked me out of the house last month. Hell, maybe she’d like it! She did seem to get all excited when she saw me in my little boxer briefs out there… Maybe I’ll give her a few more little “peeks” just to fuck with her a little bit. My son’s quite the stud, actually, and I don’t think it would be all that out-of-character to start showing a little bit more skin around the house. And Aaron’s always been a momma’s boy, so would she really think anything was off if I started finding more excuses to hang around the house and just show off a little bit?

“Wow, Mom, dinner was awesome!” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I stood in my son’s room, surrounded by all of his things, “Oh yeah, she’s gonna love hearing that!”

“Aaron?” she said from out in the hallway, “Did you say something, honey?”

“No, Mom,”’ I said, “Just about to hop in the shower!”

I smiled at my reflection, happy to be back in my own house even though I had to take over my own son’s body to do it. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed Aarons shower caddy, and headed across the hallway to the bathroom. And you can bet  like hell that I left the door cracked open just a little bit too much….

Four Pack

 
“One… two… three… four. Ok, so it’s not quite a six-pack, but at least this gives me something to work with. Considering that I was only given 45 minutes to find someone to swap with, I think I did pretty good for myself, actually. Oh yeah, I can totally make this work! It’s kind of a cute little body I’ve got for myself now! Sucks for the kid who ended up in my body, though. He may have only had a four pack before, but now he’s got a big ol’ beer gut to deal with!”

Happy Thanksgiving 2009!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you all have some hot bodies lined up to hit the malls in tomorrow and do some shopping ;)

I have to say that I'm truly thankful for all of your support for the Male Transformation Blog this year. I haven't been able to write much lately, but after the holiday I think I may have some time to sit down and write a few new ones. I've got some great pics that I’m dying to use, so keep checkin' back! -- E.

Let’s Go Over The Plays

“OK, Coach Daniels,” said Jeremy Givens, holding out the playbook as Coach Daniels looked on from inside of Jeremy’s hot teenage body, “Let’s go over the plays just one more time. If you get the ball, you’re gonna run it all the way down, and I want you to keep your eye on this guy here, and this guy over here –”

“Jesus, Jeremy,” said Coach Daniels, “Of course I know these plays! I’m the one who wrote ‘em, you know! Just because we swapped bodies doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to play football any more! Jesus! I might be even better than I was before now that I’ve got your body plus all of my skills and knowledge! So don’t worry about it, huh?”

“I know, Coach,” said Jeremy, slightly upset at seeing his own athletic body being paraded around without a shirt while he was stuck with the still in shape, but middle-aged body of his own Coach, “But it’s just that… In the last game, you were doing stuff that, I dunno, reminded me of stuff that I would actually do. Do you know what I mean? Like the way you were checking out Kelsey and the way you were real cool with all the guys. And lately, I’ve been feeling really weird, like I know all of this stuff about football and writing playbooks and stuff that I never even thought about before…”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Coach,” said Coach Daniels, giving his old body a firm slap on the shoulder, “I think we oughtta just get out there and play some ball, huh?”

“Yeah…” said Jeremy, “Um. Well. Go grab the rest of the guys from the locker room for me, huh? Tell ‘em I want ‘em all out here in ten, or it’s a 5am workout tomorrow.”

“You betchya, Coach!” said Coach Daniels with a wink, jogging off into the locker room.

“Damn it,” Jeremy sighed, “I’ve gotta find a way to get my body back!”

You Gotta Calm Down, Dude

“Dude, we’ve been in Dustin and Chris’ bodies all day, and we haven’t done anything but hang out in their dorm room and try on all of their clothes! I wanna get out and do something, dude! Look at us! We’re fucking hot now!”

“I’m workin’ on it, I’m workin’ on it,” said Michael, “For some reason, none of the girls in Chris’ cell phone are picking up. Oh wait, wait, wait – he’s got Michelle Morris’ number in here! Oh my god – it’s ringing. Shit! Maybe she can bring one of her hot little friends over too!”

“Ohhh yeah!” said Robbie, “Man, I can’t wait to use Dustin’s dick! When I jacked off in the bathroom earlier, I came like a fuckin’ lot, dude! It was so hot!”

“Shh!” said Michael, “Oh – hey! Michelle? Uh, it’s me. Um. Chris. You know, Chris Dahlinger. You know, the, um – Well, yeah, of course I know that you know who I am. I was just, um – I don’t know. Hey, do you maybe want to… come over and like, watch a movie or something? Play some video games? Um.. Yeah? Yeah, like, I dunno. Like any time tonight? Oh – and my friend Dustin is here too, do you think you know anybody else who would want to come over?”

“Yes!” said Robbie in the background, “Dude you’re doing awesome!!”

“Shut it, Robbie!” said Michael, “Oh – sorry, Michelle. No, I didn’t say ‘Robbie.’ It’s just me and Dustin here. I don’t know where you heard Robbie. Ha… Well, um. So, we’ll see you guys maybe in like an hour? Sweet – OK. Bye!”

“Yes!” said Robbie, looking at himself in the mirror, “Yes, yes, yes! That was awesome. God! We are such fucking studs now! After I’m done with Dustin’s body, I wanna try this with like every hot guy on campus!”

“Come on, man,” said Michael, “You gotta calm down, dude, or else Michelle and her friend are gonna think somethings… up. Trust me, I’ve done this lots of times before and it’s better if you try to act like the person a little bit more. You know how Dustin is always kinda dumb, and I dunno, just kinda slow and laid-back. Just try acting like that huh?”

“No way, man!” said Robbie, flexing his muscles and watching them pop through the tight material of the wrestling singlet, “I’ve got his body now and I’m gonna do whatever I want with it! Fuck yeah!”

“Oh, man,” thought Michael, “I should never have told Robbie that I have the ability to put myself in different bodies – and I definitely shouldn’t have used my powers to help him get inside of Dustin’s body. This is gonna be a disaster, I can just tell…”

Get In There Quick!

“Shaun?” said the cute hunk wrapped only in a towel, “It’s me, Danny! Look, man, you gotta get inside quick! They’re all knocked out cold and you can just slip right into whichever one you choose! Look at me man! I was able to get Luke Cozzens!”

“Danny!” said Shaun, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you guys text me earlier! Damn! Is there even anybody left?”

“Sorry, man,” said Danny, pumping up his new chest muscles, “You know we didn’t really know if it would work, and if we were going to get them all, but we totally did! So don’t worry, there’s still plenty of good ones left. Oh – and hey. Once you get a new body, do you want to, um, you know, meet back at my dorm room?”

“Danny…?” said Shaun, “Really?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I mean, I always kinda had a crush on you but I know you weren’t really into the way I looked. But it’s cool man. I’m Luke now, and I know that you’re into him!”

“I am not!” said Danny, “I could never be into such a dumb jock who only cares about himself and all of his fucking dumb frat boy friends –”

“Danny,” chuckled Shaun, “Come on, man. It’s cool. I know you were always checking him out, and this is totally your chance to get with him! I mean, it’s me inside of here! Now go get yourself a new body! I think I still saw Jason Trautman passed out in his bedroom – up the stairs and third door on the right. I think he’d be really hot with you in control of him…”

“Oh, whoa!” said Danny, “OK – I gotta get in there.”

“Yeah you do,” said Shaun, “And then, like I said, I’ll be waiting in my dorm room for you. OK? Damn, I can’t wait for ‘Jason’ to show up! You’re gonna look so fucking hot, man! We all are! This is awesome!”

I Can’t Stand It

 
God fucking damn it! I am so tired of seeing my dad walk around the house in my body, dressed in hardly anything, just so he can flaunt it in front of me. I can’t fucking stand it! God, he just loves being a teenager again, and yeah it’s not like I was a bodybuilder or anything, but he really gets turned on by my body, I can just fucking tell! And meanwhile, here I am stuck in his body – dying to tell him exactly how I feel, wishing like hell that I could find a way to swap back with him – and yet he’s fucking made it so that all I have to act like his father.

“You really ought to put some more clothes on, son,” I hear myself saying with a fatherly sternness.

“Yeah, whatever, Dad!” he says back to me with a smug little smirk, “Oh, and hey, by the way – how are you liking performing all of your husbandly duties with Mom, huh?”

I struggle to find an answer. Fuck! He’s made it so that I have to sleep with my own mother, how the fuck does he think I feel about that? Still, I feel myself looking over the tops of my glasses with a look of disappointment.

“Jonathan,” I say, “I’ve told you we don’t talk about those things. That’s between your mother and I.”

He cocks his head, oh so fucking pleased with himself because I answered just the way I was supposed to, even though those words weren’t my own. Then, I watch him go off into his room – no my room! – probably to jack off, and then maybe call up his girlfriend – no, my girlfriend! Oh my god! Please, will somebody help me? I can’t fucking stand this any more!

The Construction Site

Strolling by the construction site near my office one evening, I was shocked to see what at first to be one of the construction workers unconscious and slumped over one of the huge tires of a tractor. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I stepped off the sidewalk, through the wire fence, and cautiously towards the construction worker. As I looked down at him, I realized that I had noticed this same guy earlier when I was walking to work. I mean, how could you forget a guy like that? He was the ideal construction worker personified – big, beefy muscles, totally built for hard labor, and a rough, masculine face that made him look like he wasn’t gonna take no shit from nobody. It was odd, actually, because it seemed like all of the workers on this site were that way. All of the women in my office joked about how lucky I was to have a view of the construction from my office window. Of course, I never told them that I took every opportunity I could to watch those hot, sweaty guys lifting big, heavy things.

As I stood there, I noticed something strange. The man didn’t seem to be breathing. In fact, something seemed really off about him. He didn’t seem alive. I reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and quickly pulled back. His skin! It didn’t feel like skin! It felt strange and cold and…. rubbery. I reached out again, but as I put my hand on his shoulder this time, his whole body slid off the tire, collapsing on the ground in what looked like a heap of flesh.

“I knew it!” I said.

I had always suspected this company of picking up illegal workers, and then stuffing them inside these construction worker body suits, but how could you prove something like that? Well, for whatever reason, one of those workers had left his suit carelessly discarded on the construction site – and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by!

Acting quickly, I dragged the heavy suit behind the tractor, stripping out of my suit and tie as I did so. I stood naked with the suit in my hands as I searched for the seam in the back. Finding it at the base of the neck, I inserted my fingers and started to peel open a large slit in the suit’s back. The inside was completely hollow – perfect for stepping right inside! I hastily pulled it on, just like a pair of coveralls, feeling the seam seal itself back up as I pressed everything into place, roughly pushing the suit’s muscles to line up with my scrawny body underneath. I aligned the face over my own, loving the way my big, work-worn hands felt against my rough beard. With a few final adjustments, I looked down at myself and was greeted with a beefy, hairy chest, a furry set of six-pack abs, and some huge-ass arms! I even had a tattoo on one of my shoulders!

My heart was pounding as I peered around the corner. Could I really do this? Could I really just walk all the way back to my apartment looking like this? I looked at my button-up shirt, which I had discarded on the ground. I let out a deep grunt of a chuckle.

“No way that’s gonna fit me now,” I said in a deep, rumbling voice, “Ah, fuck it!”

I stepped out confidently from behind the tractor, taking a deep breath and feeling the masculinity of the suit rushing over me. Yeah, I was probably gonna turn a few heads, but fuck! I was just gonna have to get used to that now.

“Guess I won’t be comin’ into work tomorrow!” I said, looking up at my office building and feeling amused at the thought of showing up at the construction site tomorrow instead and spending the whole day just getting used to what these big new muscles could do.

“Heck,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I won’t be comin’ back to work ever! I’m built for hard labor now, man, not some pansy-ass office job!”

Activation: Failed

 
“Oh shit!” said Austin, frantically inserting quarters into the payphone and dialing the number, “Come on, come on, come on!”

He looked completely out of place standing there at the payphone in a bad part of town, in the middle of the day, and dressed only in a pair of tiny black briefs. Sure, he had a hot body, but this was no place to be showing it off. Payphones were hard to come across any more, and with his cell phone dead and time running extremely short, he had no choice.

“Come on! Pick up!” he screamed into the phone.

“Thank you for calling the Activation Line,” greeted the pre-recorded voice system, “Please listen carefully, as our menu options have changed. For new activations, please say ‘New Activations.’ For extensions to current activations, please say ‘Extensions.’ To speak with a customer service representative –”

“Extensions!” said Austin, “Extensions!”

“I’m sorry,” the voice system responded, “I didn’t understand you. Please say your command again.”

“Extensions!” said Austin, as clearly as he could.

“Got it. Extensions. Please speak your current sixteen-digit rental number, or dial it on the keypad, followed by the pound sign.”

“I don’t know it!” said Austin, “I don’t have it with me!”

“I’m sorry,” said the voice system, “I didn’t understand you. Please speak your current sixteen-digit rental number, or dial it on the keypad, followed by the pound sign. If you do not have a current rental number, please say ‘New Activations.’”

“No!” said Austin, “No, no, no!”

He felt the suit become suddenly tight around him and heard a faint beeping sound coming from the transponder inside the back of the suit’s neck. He reached back, attempting to silence it, but it only got louder and faster.

“Shit!” he said, slamming the receiver against the phone booth.

“I’m sorry,” he heard the voice system say, “I didn’t understand you. Activation: Failed. Goodbye.”

Austin felt his body go rigid, his hand still tightly gripping the phone as his lost control and tumbled solidly to the ground. The suit had gone into full shut-down mode, and thanks to the transponder in the back of its neck, a collection team would be on the way shortly to manually re-activate  it – and no doubt charge Austin a hefty late fee.

In the meantime, all he could do was lay there on the ground, completely motionless.

“Damn it!” he thought to himself, “I should have kept my fucking eye on the time!  Next time I rent one of these things, I’m gonna have to shell out for an Automatic Extension, that’s for damn sure!”

Have You Seen My Son?

“Excuse me, sir,” said Karen, “Have you seen my son? He was here just a second ago, and –”

“Mommy?” interrupted the burly, hairy-chested man sitting in the water, “Mommy, I feel funny. My skin is really itchy, and I feel big!”

“I’m sorry?” said Karen, getting a strange feeling in her stomach, “Sir? I’m sorry. I was just looking for my son. I swear, he was right here just a second ago –”

“I am your son, Mommy!” said the big man, “I’m Caleb! And I live at 2117 Maple Street, and my phone number is 272-7606, and my Mommy’s name is Karen, and my Daddy’s name is David. And… – Mommy, I feel weird!”

“Listen, sicko!” said Michelle, “How the hell do you know all of that!? Now you listen here, if you did something with my son, I swear to god, I will –”

“Mommy!” said the man, bursting into tears, “What’s wrong with me! Stop yelling at me! I want my bear-bear!”

“Oh my god…” said Karen, pausing and kneeling down to look into the stranger’s masculine face, “That’s what Caleb calls his teddy bear. How could you know that…? Unless… Caleb? Is that really you”

“It’s me, Mommy!” said Caleb, “I promise! I was sitting here, and I got real itchy, and then all of this hair got on me and I got really big everywhere…”

“Oh my god!” said Karen, “My baby! Everybody told me not to take you here because that big factory up the shore was dumping chemicals in the water. But, stupid me, I didn’t want to drive an extra twenty minutes to the other beach. Oh my god! What have I done to my baby!”

“I’m still your baby, Mommy!” said Caleb, who, to all outside appearances, was anything but. Still, his face reflected a certain childhood innocence, the tears having quickly dried away, “Mommy, can we go home now?”

He awkwardly stood up on his adult legs, wobbling a bit as he got used to his impressive new frame. He now easily towered over his mother.

“Yes, Caleb,” gulped Karen, “I think we ought to go home now… And then we’re going to call the doctor, and then we’re going to get this all taken care of, ok?”

“OK, Mommy,” said Caleb, “Oh! Does this mean I don’t have to go to school tomorrow!?”

Totally Doing This Right

“Um, hey. Guys? Do any of us actually know how to, you know… exercise?” said Neil.

“Yeah,” said Leo, awkwardly raising an arm over his head, “It’s like I told you guys, you gotta stretch first. See? Like this.”

“I dunno,” said Bobby, laying on the ground, and moreso just feeling up his new muscles than doing any actual stretching, “I don’t think this is what you’re supposed to do. And shouldn’t we be wearing more clothes?”

“More clothes?” said Leo, “Bobby, that’s why we swapped bodies with these jocks in the first place! So we don’t have to be ashamed of our bodies any more and we can, like, show off all the time! Look at us! We’re like totally hot now! And they’re just the little nerds!”

“I don’t know,” said Neil, “Maybe we shoulda thought this out. I mean, yeah, we have these hot frat guys’ bodies now, but it seems like it’s gonna be a lot of work to keep them looking, well, hot… And I mean, I don’t even like exercising.”

“Guys, guys, guys!” said Leo, “Trust me. We’re gonna go to the gym, and we’re gonna be able to use all of those machines just fine. I mean, what could be so hard about it? We’re all smart guys! And we’ve got the perfect bodies now, so just trust me, okay? We’re totally doing this right!”

A New Truck

“I told my son I wasn’t gonna get him no new truck for graduation, ‘specially if he didn’t keep his grades up and kept goin’ out with his friends goofin’ off instead of payin’ attention to his schoolwork. But, I’ll be damned, I went out and bought him one anyway. And I was gonna give it to him, too – until he let it slip to me that he was gonna skip the last week of classes and go down to Mexico with his buddies. Well, I told him hell no! The boy needs to learn some responsibility. He gotta learn that you don’t just get somethin’ for nothin’ in this world!

So, that’s why I swapped bodies with him. And that’s why I’m drivin’ this here new truck down to Mexico with his buddies next week, just like they all had planned – only not one of ‘em is gonna know it’s me here inside of Jake’s body. And Jake? Well, he’s gonna spend the whole week at home, goin’ to work every day in my body – and he knows he’d better do pretty damn good job, too, or else he can kiss this truck and his body goodbye!”

Not A Phase

 
“God, Jeremy has a hot little body. I mean, being his uncle, I never really got the chance to check it out the way that I wanted to. But now that I’m right inside of it, controlling its every move, I have a feeling I’m going to be able to ‘check it out’ in ways that I never even imagined. It’s a shame he doesn’t have any cute little underwear though. I had to roll these damn boxer briefs up just to show a little bit of skin. Maybe I’ll have to ask his parents to buy some for me. Ha! Wouldn’t my wealthy, too-good-for-me brother, Sam, and his lovely trophy wife, Judy, just die if they knew it was me inside of here? And won’t they be so surprised when their precious little ‘son,’ the little tough-talkin’, all-the-way straight jock, starts asking for stuff like cute underwear and starts bringing his hot high school jock friends over to the house for a little bit more than just playing video games – if you know what I mean. I just hope they don’t think it’s a ‘phase,’ because I plan on staying in this body for a very, very long time!”

A Completely Different Guy

“Oh my god… look at this face!” said Andy, “Isn’t it adorable! And my body, Carl! Look at it! My skin – and these muscles? Look at me! I’ve got muscles, baby!”

“Yeah, Andy,” said Carl, “You look great. But I dunno. You just don’t look like… you.”

“Of course I don’t look like me!” said Andy, “That’s what this stuff was supposed to do – turn me into a completely different guy!”

“But, Andy,” said Carl, “I told you. I like you the way you are – Well, I mean, were. Now you look like some 20-year-old kid. That’s not the guy I fell in love with, Andy. And when is that stuff supposed to wear off, anyway?”

“Wear off?” said Andy, “Carl… I told you. It’s permanent. I mean, if you don’t like how I turned out, I could maybe get some more and turn into a different guy, but I don’t think I can ever go back to being the way I was before… I thought you would like this, Carl. And I was gonna surprise you. I have some left over, I thought maybe you could use it and we could both be young and hot together!”

“Andy!” said Carl, “Don’t you get it? That’s not what I want! I just want things back the way they were! If you’re telling me that that’s not gonna happen, then I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t going to work out any more.”

“Carl!” said Andy, suddenly feeling very alone in his handsome new body, “Please don’t leave me! I’m still the same guy on the inside, I promise!”

“You’re not getting it!” said Carl, hastily gathering his things and heading out the door, “You may be the same person on the inside, but to me it’s like looking at a stranger laying in your bed. I’m sorry, Andy, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding somebody else with that ‘adorable’ new body of yours.”

Got It, Rex?

“I know you can still fuckin’ hear me in there, Grant, so let me tell you something. You are going to quit acting like this right now, or trust me – I will do much, much worse than putting you in your dog’s body. How’d ya like to be a baby again, huh Grant? Or maybe a precious little girl? I could even make it so that you were forced to act like one, tea parties and pretty little blonde curls and all! Can’t imagine a tattooed-up, masculine guy like yourself would enjoy that too much. So are we clear? Now, I’m keeping you in your dog’s body so that I can have you around just in case I ever need you, but I’m going to be using your body for the time being and for as long as I fuckin’ want to. Got it, Rex? Now let’s get you home and see how you enjoy your first taste of dog food, and then I’m putting you in your kennel, putting on some of your leather gear and taking this body out for a spin!”

Getting The Hang Of It

 
“Man, my big brother didn’t think I could handle being in his body, having to shave every day and dealing ‘grown up’ stuff. But I have to say, I’m really getting the hang of it. I can even shave his goatee exactly like he used to. I think it’s kinda cool, actually, and his girlfriend seems to really like it – although she does like it when I got all the way clean-shaven sometimes too. She says it makes me look like a little boy. Ha! If only she knew!

Anyways, my big bro hasn’t really bothered me about giving his body back recently, either. Seems like he’s too busy watching cartoons and hanging out with my friends. It’s a little weird, I guess, but whatever. I mean, maybe he just likes being an 8-year-old kid again. If he ever asks about it, maybe I’ll think about switching back with him, but I dunno. I don’t know if I could really go back to being into that sort of stuff. Ah well, I think that looks good. Time for me to throw on some clothes and drive to work!”

Quick Visit

The girl turns and looks as the door opens; “"Oh hi Hun, you’re back early”, “Yeah, got a couple of hours off from the garage thought I’d pop back for for loving” the built guy give the girl a cheeky smile.

He leans in and gives her a kiss on the lips; long… She breaks off the kiss gasping, “Wow, what's got into you Harry?”, he laughs and leans forward to kiss her again.

She spots a necklace hanging from his neck, her eyes narrow; “Damn Harry! it’s not from that slut Sally is it?”, “No, no” the jock replies, but 'it’s too late as the girls yanks it from his neck.

“Fuck no” yells the guy as he runs out of the house, each second his clothes become more and more baggy. He stumbles and pulls up his jeans; already he’s swamped by the guys clothes as he slowly transforms back to his original form; Brandon the kid from next door.