The Time the Place

Sally was in trouble; she had rented a huge muscular bodysuit to allow her to spy on her boyfriend whom she thought was playing around – she was spot on although it wasn’t other women, it was men.

I remember when “Sal” first approached me, I thought “what a perfectly built stud, thick heavy pecs peaking through an open shirt, a thick neck and a cute face.”

“I need your help” said Sal in a deep gravely voice, “I can make it worth your while, how about 50k?”. I was instantly interested and followed Sal to a secluded room. Sal explain that they needed to catch the boyfriend in the act and asked me to be the bait – I assumed “Sal” was a guy at this time, and was intrigued when Sal stripped out of his clothes and started to pick at the back of his neck. After a couple of moments “Sal’s” head pulled forward revealing Sally’s face, a young woman about 23yrs. Sally pulled at her back and the heavy muscular suit fell off her delicate frame. Still in a daze after what I’d just seen Sally said “you need to act fast he’s outside now”. I smiled, and stripped out of my own clothes, giving them to Sally to wear.

I walked over to the suit bunched up and lifeless on the floor. After a little in trepidation I stepped into the legs of the suit and pulled them up to my waist; the suit was heavy and awkward to handle – I fumbled with my dick sliding it into the suits sheath, and easing my own butt into the suits. I looked down at the huge bulk of the upper body wondering how Sally dealt with the weight only minutes earlier.

I grasped the suits shoulder and pulled it up as I pushed my arm into the suit sleeve. It was then I understood how Sally handled the weight; as my arm pushed into the sleeve the suit the muscles started to work as my own. With my new found strength I pulled the remainder of the heavy pec’s and sleeve into place. I looked at my hands and arms admiring my new bulky build as Sally pulled my lower back and wide lat’s together sealing me into the suit. I turned to see my former face on top of this huge body, and with a smile I pulled the studs face over my own – pushing and sliding it into place. Sally adjusted the mask at the back and I turned and looked in the mirror again only to see “Sal” looking back at me. I pulled a couple of poses and was amazed how the suit performed; I could even bounce my new pec’s.

Sally handed me the clothes and I pulled them on, adjusting the shirt to give the best display. What she did next surprised me; she handed me a wallet, inside was an ID, license etc with my new face on the cards, I looked in the mirror and gave a wry smile. She told me where to meet her in 24hrs with a progress report and half of the money – but I wasn’t listening. You see I never met her, I left the country as soon as I could that was 3yrs ago and now I’m still wearing the suit, writing this story for you…

Unfortunate Exchange

Steve was enjoying himself at the nightclub when there was a tap on his shoulder, he turned – “Ahh, you caught me!” said Steve; it was Jack his room mate. Without a word Jack grabbed Steve’s arm and pulled him over to the restrooms – they both went in and locked the door behind them.

“Who said you could use the suit?” questioned Jack. “Uh, I found it in your room and thought I’d try it out – chill dude” explained Steve, “Take it off now!” demanded Jack. Steve sighed and stripped out of his clothes, moments later he’d removed the studs face and was pulling the suit off his own skinny body. Meanwhile Jack was removing his own clothes and with a grunt had pulled the studs face over his own. Steve handed over the heavily built jock suit, and without pausing Jack pulled on the muscular suit, it was slick and damp inside from Steve’s sweat but it didn’t bother Jack. With the transformation complete Jack walked over to Steve, face to face Jack snarled “Don’t you ever touch any of my stuff again!” Jack reached down and picked up the clothes Steve had discarded – pulling them over the bodysuit; Jacks own clothes would be way too small now. Steve sighed as he pulled on Jacks clothes and left.

Jack checked his reflection in the mirror and smiled, and returned to the nightclub. Suddenly he heard a deep voice behind him “Hey Jack I thought you’d run away”, Jack spun around to see a huge bodybuilder – he even made Jack look small! He pulled Jack up and gave him a long kiss on the lips, Jack’s eyes bulged with shock. “I’ve got a room – get your ass moving jock-boy” and with that the bodybuilder grabbed Jacks arm and led him out of the nightclub – as they left Jack spotted Steve laughing at Jacks predicament…

Stolen!

“Hey Jack! It’s Friday. It’s my turn to wear the Dan-suit!” said Brian as he watched the jock start to leave with that all too familiar cheeky grin on his face… “Oh, dude… I’m meeting Suzie tonight”. “Oh OK, just this once” replied Brian. “Dan” left quickly smiling again as he rushed out of the door.

Only a couple of minutes passed and then to the shock of Brian, Jack stumbled out from the bedroom “fuck, what the hell are you doing here – I just watched you leave in the Dan-suit” yelled Brian. “Man, I was all ready to leave and I got jumped! I felt a jab in my neck and then I felt so weak – all I could do was watch as this guy stripped me out of my clothes, then he pulled off the Dan-suit mask I was wearing. I was able to turn my head and I saw his skinny body facing the wall, he was already pulling the mask over this own face and then he turned and gave me an evil smile; it was creepy seeing Dan’s face on his skinny body.” Jack stumbled over to the chair and sat down – still groggy from the drug.

“Then the guy came over and started to strip me out of the rest of the Dan-suit, I must of blacked out ‘cos when I opened my eyes again he was pushing his arms down the neck and into sleeves – I remember him grunting a little in Dan’s voice as he pulled the shoulders into place and smoothed down the neck. I could only watch as he flexed his new muscles in mirror. He walked over rubbing the suits tight abs and looked at me on the floor, he smiled at me with Dan’s smile and pulled on my clothes, I knew then it would be the last time I would see the Dan-suit as he picked up the suits ID papers and left” explained Jack.

Brian rushed out the door – but the new “Dan” was nowhere to be seen…

Taken way

Brandon was a hot stud that led a double life. By day he was a respected lawyer, but by night he frequented the seediest of nightclubs frequently leaving with someone for a quick fling; this was going to be Brandon’s undoing.

It was Friday night that I put my plan into action. I knew Brandon’s favourite haunts and it wasn’t long before I found him. He was wearing a green A&F polo that hugged his body, my mouth started watering as I contemplated the night ahead.

I hooked up with Brandon, I knew how to press his buttons – he loved himself so I played him; praising his body, his handsome face. He loved the attention and soon we were heading back to his hotel room, although it was still early.

We went up to his room and had some drinks, he said he had to get ready to go out to “The Meridian” it was a ritzy club and he needed to get suited. While he was in the bedroom changing I slipped a sedative into the last of his drink; just to loosen him up rather than knock him out, plus it would also help with the swap.

Brandon returned in a nice black suit, white shirt and tie he looked perfect.

I toasted his good looks once again massaging his ego, he finished his drink and I knew he was mine. It wasn’t long before I could see in his eyes that the sedative was starting to work… with a slurred voice he said “your hot, as anyone told you?”, I knew the drug was working.

I took him back to the bedroom, he was in no position to fight me. I took off his jacket and put it over the back of the chair – pushing him onto the bed.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the special mask that would allow the two of us to swap bodies. It was based on an Aztec design that allowed Kings to live on inside the bodies of others. I had copied the design and the magical inscriptions that enabled the swap and built a rubber equivalent.

The mask was actually two separate heads attached only at the mouths, there were eye and nose holes so you could see and breath, but they weren’t necessary.

I loosened Brandon’s tie and collar; then stretched the mask over his head lining up the eyes and nose, smoothing down the edges around his neck. I could see in his eyes he was confused, but he was weak and couldn’t struggle.

I loosened my own collar, and laid on top Brandon – this was the tricky bit. I pulled the mask over my own head forcing the two of us close. I looked directly into Brandon’s eyes grabbed his muscular body and rolled over so he was on top of me. I could feel Brandon’s warm breath as we started to breath the same air; backwards and forwards between the two bodies. I was ready!

I started to chant the ancient Aztec mantra, and the symbols on the masks started to glow, loosening my soul from my body – it was time to fight. My soul detached I entered Brandon’s body through his mouth. His whole body shook and convulsed violently but the masks held Brandon in place as we both fought for the body. I was stronger, and pushed Brandon out of his body, through his mouth and into my old body. I felt by old body twitch as Brandon’s soul slipped into place.

I opened my eyes and looked into the tired eyes of my old body. I removed the mask off my new head leaving the remainder still covering my old body. I walked over to the bath room, and smiled at my reflection taking a picture with “my” new phone. I could already feel Brandon’s memories, knowing that I didn’t have much time – I was expected at the party.

I straightened my shirt and tie, pulling on my jacked. I fixed my hair in the mirror and remembered how Brandon loved himself, and took another picture.

I walked over to my old body grasped the mask again and chanted another mantra, the symbols glowed again. I knew my new life would be safe, the second mantra would change his memories making him believe that he was me… perfect. I removed the mask folding it carefully and put into my jacket pocket. I reached into the back pocket of the jeans on my former body and retrieved the sedative – who knows I might want a change again.

I picked up “my” keys and left…

Quick Change

I witnessed something strange at the gym today; I had been training on the bench just across from this hot jock I like to watch – he’s always down there thick heavy built body with ginger/brown spiked hair – and a damn cute face. I’ve seen him a couple of times in the locker room getting ready to train. He usually arrives in a sharp suit – probably Italian, carefully putting it in his locker before going into the gym. He must be a regular as he has the name “Jake” printed on the locker.

Today I had to cut my training short and left Jake in the gym. I had my shower and was just making my way to the lockers when I spotted this dark haired guy checking the lockers – I ducked around the corner to keep out of sight. I watched as he came across Jakes locker and forced the door open. He checked inside feeling the quality of the suit, and within moment he was stripping out of his clothes, discarding his shorts, hoody and vest in a pile on the ground. I could see him better now, he was quite muscular (more than me!), dark wavy hair. Although well built this guy certainly didn’t have the bulk that Jake possessed, and he was defiantly taller than both of us.

What happened next really surprised me; he pulled out Jakes boxers and pulled them on, quickly followed by his socks. He then reached inside the locker and pulled out the suit pants – he began to pull them on, and this is the strange part you could see his legs transform – bulking up, and losing their length. The guy reached in the locker again and pulled out Jakes shirt – he pulled it on, and this time the transformation was more obvious. As he pulled the shirt sleeves over his arms, the fabric stretched as Jakes thick muscular arms appeared. Pulling the shirt over his back had similar results the guys back transformed into Jakes huge broad back and shoulders. The guy turned to my direction, and I watched Jakes heavy pec’s and abs appear as he buttoned up Jakes shirt.

He spotted me, and brought Jakes finger up to his lips as if to hush me – as he did his dark hair changed into Jakes short spiked style, and his face morphed into Jakes. He turned away again and fixed his tie. The new Jake took the jacket out of the locker and pulled it over Jakes stolen body. He turned to look at me and gave me a wink. Collecting the remainder of Jakes personal items he closed the locker and left in Jakes body.

Confused I looked through the window in the door, and spotted the real Jake still exercising in the gym. I walked over to Jakes locker in my towel – and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor. I dropped my towel, and without thinking started to dress in the guys clothes – I pulled on his shorts as I did I felt my legs become more defined and longer! I pulled on his blue vest over my head as I did I felt my face morph and gain definition – his dark hair fell over my eyes. I pull the vest over my shoulders, and pushed my arms into the sleeves – as I did my whole body completed it’s transformation into the guy. I checked out my new muscular body in the mirror as I pulled on the hoody and slipped on the guy’s sandals. I checked the pockets of the shorts and found some ID – apparently my name was Marco. I pulled the hood up over my head grabbed my gym bag and left for home enjoying the weight of my new muscular body checking out my handsome reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t wait to get home and try out Marco’s body.

Maybe these clothes where some type of key allowing the wearer to transform into other people? Something I had to try… the end???

Barhopping

"Cody?" I asked, approaching my best friend as he sat at the bar, "Where the fuck have you been, man? I've been lookin' all over for ya! And are you -- smoking?"

He just turned around and looked at me. There was something weird in his eyes.

"And you are...?" he asked me flatly, and taking a big puff of the cigarette. I had never seen him smoke a day in his life, and yet there he was smoking like a pro.

"Cody..." I said, my stomach sinking, "It's me, Jimmy. You ok, dude? You look..."

"I look fine," he said in the same strange tone of voice, "Jimmy."

"Codes, I think we need to get you home, dude. Whatever you're on, it's not good."

"Look, dude," he said, standing up from the barstool, "I'm just gonna be flat-out with you. I ain't Cody. Got it? I just ran into this kid in the bathroom, noticed he was tuckin' a pretty big wad of cash in his back pocket, and thought I might use his body to get fucked up tonight. And hell, it ain't a bad body, either. Pretty good-lookin'. Who knows, maybe I'll even get lucky in it."

I stood speechless as Cody felt up his tight pecs through his shirt.

"Hey, bartender!" he shouted, "Gimme another one of these. Yeah, make it the good shit. I can afford it."

He turned to me and gave me a wink.

"So, uh, Jimmy, was it?" he asked, taking his place back on the barstool, "Why don't you just head home, huh? I promise you'll have your friend here back in the morning. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of him."

He flexed a bicep and patted it with a smug look on his face.

"Cody... please?" I asked as I watched him slam back another top-shelf drink.

"I mean it, kid," he said, crudely wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Get outta here -- unless you'd rather have me take over your body for the night instead? Yeah... didn't think so."

I backed off and left the bar completely upset and totally confused. Whatever it was, I knew that wasn't my friend in there. It was somebody wearing my friend's body, as crazy as that might sound, and my only hope was that he would be back to normal by tomorrow.

Last Chance

Danny looked at the unconscious Eric on the bed; long time friend of Peter, we were all at the house it was Peter’s stag party tonight.

I looked out of the window, I could see Peter in his green polo walking around and chatting to the others. I smiled, I knew Eric and Peter were close and I wanted to find out just how well they knew each other – I figured I could get Peter into bed by the end of the night.

I reached in the bag and pulled out the cylindrical device my father had developed for the military. I lifted Eric’s hand and pushed one of his finger’s into the hole at one end and pressed the button on the side. There was a short snapping sound as his DNA was sampled. The light on the side turned from red to green, a couple more minutes and the light turned to blue.

I smiled and pushed the end of the device against my neck and pressed the button again – I let out a muffled groan as the device  injected Eric’s modified DNA into my body.

I groaned again as I slowly morphed into Eric, feeling my clothes begin to get tight I started to strip.  I spotted my skinny teenage body in the mirror slowly change into Eric’s; thick heavy built torso. Marvelling at my new muscular arms I reached up and rubbed my head as Eric’s thick black hair came through.

I looked at my new face; the changes were complete. I walked over to Eric, and started to strip him of his clothes; socks trainers, jeans, underwear. Pulling them on I felt more and more like Eric, rolling him over I pulled off his shirt and pulled it across my transformed back. I looked in the mirror again as I buttoned up the shirt and tucked it in my pants.

I smiled with Eric’s face and checked my reflection slowly rubbing the tenting in my pants.

I walked over to the bed and threw a blanket over the unconscious Eric, grabbing Eric’s overnight bag I went downstairs and into the garden.

I found Peter and gave him a hug, we talked for a good 20 minutes, and I realised my impersonation of Eric was perfect. I pulled him in close and whispered in his ear that I was really looking forward to the stag party, and then I gulped as I felt him rub my tented pants, “yeah me too” he replied.

“Damn! I knew it” I thought to myself.

Let's Go, White Boy

"Hey, brotha. How you doin', man?" I heard a voice say as I stepped out on the porch for some fresh air.

I turned around and nearly bumped right into a handsome, muscular black guy. Damn! It was Darryl Williams. He was a real thug kind of a guy. I had him in a few of my classes and I always thought he was incredibly sexy. But now that he was standing right in front of me -- with his shirt off and his tattoos proudly displayed across his smooth, dark skin -- I didn't quite know what to say.

"Uh... I'm so sorry. I was just -- getting some fresh air," I stammered out.

"What, are you afraid of me or somethin'?" he chuckled, "Anyways, I'm glad I caught you out here by yourself. You know, I seen you checkin' me out tonight."

"Oh shit!" I said, stuttering, "I'm so sorry, dude. I didn't mean to -- it's just --"

"Naw, man," he said, cooly, "See, it ain't like that."

He placed a hand on his tightly-buzzed scalp and started to push backwards. To my surprise, his face started to stretch out like a rubber mask, the eye sockets becoming hollow and the mouth gaping open as somebody else's head poked through it. In a matter of seconds, I realized who it was. It was one of the guys who lived on my floor -- Scott Kowalksi!

With a big grin, he pulled a pair of thick-rimmed glasses out of Darryl's loose basketball shorts and put them on.

"Scott!?" I said in disbelief.

"Yep!" he smiled, "You like?"

He looked down at the muscular, dark-skinned body he was wearing, which contrasted greatly with his own thin face and pale skin. The Darryl facemask looked funny bunched up all around Scott's scrawny neck.

"What the hell?" I asked, "You looked just like him!"

"Uh yeah," he said in a nasally voice that was nowhere near as sexy as Darryl's, "That's kinda the point. Duh!"

"So..." I said, approching him, "Can I, like, feel it?"

"Yeah!" he said, tensing up the muscles so that they all popped out, "Go ahead dude! Oh -- wait, wait, wait!"

He pulled at the corners of the facemask again, this time bringing it back over his own face as he smoothed it out.

"I mean, go ahead, dawg."

"Damn!" I said, feeling up his tattooed biceps, "That is so freakin' hot!"

"Yeah," he said, "Well I knew you'd been checkin' him out, so I figured you might like this..."

"Scott!' I said, smiling, "It's awesome! So, what do you think people would think if we, like, went back into the party together?"

"I dunno," said Scott, "Do you wanna find out?"

"Yeah!" I said, "But, uh, let's not stay for too much longer. I'd kinda like to get back to the dorms, if you know what I mean."

"Aw yeah!" said Scott, taking on Darryl's sexy swagger as we both headed back inside, "Now let's go, white boy!"

Rental

Chris and I were walking through the festival – yeah skinny guys in love and looking for fun.

It was a bit surprising when we came across these two guys holding a “Body for RENT” sign. A couple of escorts we guessed but they looked great, I bit my lip looking at the guy on the left.

We spoke with the guys, and they said could rent them for the weekend for $1,000 – I smiled and accepted the offer; after all it was our anniversary.

We followed the guys to their beach hut and we all went inside. Immediately the guys both stripped; DAMN! the guy was built.

“Come on guys, get stripped time is money”, we looked at them; “first time?” he said – we nodded

“Look guys, its exactly what it says on the sign – our bodies are for rent, you get to use our bodies for the rental period”

I smiled and stripped as Chris watched. Kevin turned his back to me and braced himself against the wall, “just come up behind me and push in – its simple. When you’re in me, we’ll be able to talk to each other.”

I pushed in, and suddenly became aware of my new increased size; I had become Kevin. I flexed in front of Chris as Kevin in my head told me how to flex his muscles.

It didn’t take long before Chris was pushing into the other guy. We took an hour or so to get used to our new bodies before pulling on the guys clothes and went back to the festival.

… there’s an app for that

Craig waved Ryan his son off at the door, he’d be gone all weekend – the house was his own, and DAMN! he had plans.

Craig picked up his iPhone and flipped through the pictures and smiled; this new APP he’d downloaded looked awesome.

Without wasting a moment, he went up to his son’s room and started to strip out of his clothes. Looking around it was a typical teenagers room, messy.

Craig smiled as he picked through the discarded clothes, some had been laying around for a couple of days!

Craig picked up some underwear, socks, jeans and a nice checked shirt – walking into Ryan’s bathroom he looked at his reflection; yeah he was about the same height as Ryan but time hadn’t been kind, some grey in his hair and that gut – he sighed.

Craig pulled on his son’s underwear, socks and then his jeans – they were tight, there was no way he could button them up. He pulled on the shirt and managed to get all the buttons done up. Craig could smell his son on the shirt, and he smiled to himself.

Craig picked up the phone and flipped to the APP. Selecting a picture of his son he pointed it at the mirror and pressed apply. He let out a groan, and watched as his features softened, a warmth flooded through his body as his old chubby self morphed into an exact replica of Ryan. With his new slim body he was able to button up Ryan’s jeans – without a thought, Craig flashed a familiar smile – it was Ryan's.

Happy with the effect Craig flipped through his growing collection of pictures, changing and morphing into a number of Ryan’s friends…

… he paused for a while looking at the reflection of Danny, he’d spent a good couple of nights as Danny going out with Ryan but this time Craig was was going out with Danny looking like Ryan.

He flipped through the pictures again and changed back into Ryan, pulled on some of his trainers and left for the party.

It was going to be a great night!

Becoming Enrique

"Whoa! All I've stolen from the dryer so far is Enrique's underwear, and I'm already starting to look like him! I've definitely got a little bit more muscle -- look at that! I've even got some abs now! And my skin is getting all tan, and I've got some of his thick stubble on my chin. And oh yeah -- how could I forget that cute little butt? And how about this huge fuckin' bulge, man?! Yeah, that's definitely all Enrique right there! Damn, I can't wait to get the rest of his clothes out and start putting 'em on. This is only the beginning -- I'm gonna be a full-on latino stud by the time it's all over, and just in time to hit the clubs tonight!"

The Photographer and the Football Player

Everybody watched in horror as the football player barreled towards the photographer kneeling on the sidelines. The crowd roared, the cheerleaders scrambled, and the referees crowded around as the 6’4” linebacker crashed into the photographer with a crunch as the telephoto lens smashed was into pieces, and a sickening, solid slap as flesh met flesh. The two tumbled over each other, nearly crashing into the wall at the edge of the field before something very strange happened.

The crowd tried to make out what was happening as the football player and the photographer seemed to be melting into each other! They were becoming a tangled mess of two people becoming merged into one. The referees tried helplessly to pry the two men apart, and even some of the other players joined in to lend their strength. It stopped when it appeared that the photographer had been completely absorbed by the football player. The crowd fell to a hush as they watched the football player laying on the field, his chest shallowly moving up and down.

Then, his eyes opened suddenly. He jumped up and shook his head, stumbling around and looking completely disoriented. The referees and his fellow teammates attempted to steady him, urging him to lay back down.

“Holy shit…” he appeared to say, “Well I’ll be damned… It worked…”

As his teammates looked at him with confusion, the photographer felt reality shifting right in front of his eyes. The looks of confusion were wiped from the football player’s faces, replaced simply with concern over what had been a particularly bad stumble off the field. The cheerleaders launched back into a cheer as if nothing had happened, and the band riled the crowd up as the referees escorted their favorite player back onto the field.

“All those years of watching from the sidelines, snapping photos,” the photographer thought to himself, waving to the crowd and smiling with his wide, handsome new smile – the same one that was on countless sports magazine covers and product endorsements, “And now I’m one of the star players in the NFL! Now let’s just hope this spell worked the way it was supposed to, and I’ve got all of his skill to go along with his body.”

Somehow, though, as he caught a glimpse of his new face on the big-screen, he didn’t think he’d have anything to worry about.

My Hero

“Oh thank you for saving me!” said the pretty blonde slung over Bryan’s muscular shoulders, “And even taking off your jacket to cover me up! You’re such a gentleman! Oh gosh, I knew I shouldn’t have left my curling iron on this morning. I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re my hero!”

“Well, you’re very lucky, Miss,” said Bryan, wiping the sweat from his brow, “But I think the police are going to want to you about the damage to the dorm room.”

“Wrong,” said the blonde girl, “I actually think they’re going to want to talk to you.”

A wicked grin came over the girl’s pretty face as her features began to grotesquely melt and roughly reshape themselves. She held a tight grip on Bryan’s arm as she sucked his muscle from him, watching her own arms pulse with new growth as his became small and smooth and thin. She shot up in height as he watched his world seemingly grow around him. In fact, he was shrinking, his frame becoming disgustingly small for someone who had spent every day of his life since he was 17 in the gym. Now the blonde girl was reaping all of those benefits, though, as her body widened and packed on layer after layer of gorgeous, strong, masculine muscle.

Last to go was their faces, as Bryan lost any hint of having been previously male. The blonde girl, however, now looked exactly like Bryan, and used one of her big new hands to feel the handsome contours of her new face. She delighted at the roughness of the light coating of stubble on her cheek.

Their clothes had also swapped, and the blonde girl now found herself in Bryan’s fireman pants and hat, otherwise standing shirtless in the clearing smoke – something she’d always envied guys for. Now, not only could she go around shirtless whenever she wanted, she’d look damn good doing it!

“So like I was saying, Miss,” said the blonde girl, clearing her throat as she adjusted to having Bryan’s deep voice, “I think the police are going to want to talk to you.”

“No!” said Bryan, now sounding helpless and ridiculous, “You can’t do this!”

“Ma’am,” said the blonde girl, taking on Bryan’s authority, “I’m going to have to ask you not to get hysterical here. Please remain calm, and the officer here will be happy to talk to you about what happened.”

A burly man in a police uniform and dark aviator glasses approached them, holding a notepad.

“For Christ’s sake, Bryan,” he said in a gruff voice, “Get yer jacket back on, will ya, and assist the young lady here over to my car. Don’t worry, little Missy, don’t think a pretty little thing like you will get in too much trouble over something like this.”

“Sure thing, Officer,” the new Bryan smiled, taking the girl by the arm and reveling in his new size and strength, “Now you heard the man, I gotta take my jacket back.”

The shaking girl handed the jacket over, slipping it off of her diminutive shoulders. It was so heavy and big, but the fireman took it from her and slung it over his shoulders in one swift move like it was nothing.

“Now I hope you’ve learned a lesson today,” the fireman said, “Fire safety is no joke. Don’t worry, though, Miss. I’ll make sure the officer treats ya real good.”

With that, he finished buttoning up his jacket and jumped onto the firetruck, a wicked grin spread across his handsome face.

Loosening Up

Every Thursday, I get to work early and have a few drinks to start loosening up. The owner of this place is real cool, he always hooks me up. Guess he knows I dance best when I’ve had a little bit of alcohol on me! Then I head to the back room and start getting ready for the night. The theme tonight is “Gods and Goddesses,” so the owner told me he wanted to see me in something a little bit more muscular than last week – although I thought that suit I wore last week was a pretty good one. The guys seemed to like it, anyway, and I made lots of good tips. Guess it was because I was so young and innocent-looking. Guys go crazy for that!

Don’t get me wrong, I think they’ll totally dig this body too. Wouldn’t they go crazy, though, if they knew that all of these sexy new dancers that the club has been “bringing in” on Thursday nights is actually just an average college guy trying to work his way through school with the help of his bodysuit collection? Yeah, that’d freak ‘em out a little bit, I guess… especially all of the guys that have fucked me in that back room. Thought they were getting it on with their fantasy guy, but it was just me inside the whole time!

Love my Job

I love my job, especially the undercover ones - take this one for example I'm collecting evidence for a divorce case. Thing is my special skills are much sort after and I don't come cheap! They send me in for difficult cases; deep cover.

When they showed me the file it was more than interesting - they wanted me to hang out with the father as much as I could over the 3 week assignment; the technique I use is subtle and is never revealed to any of the clients - here's why.

My assignment was to go under cover as Danny their son - I smiled as I looked over the files. It was a simple interception and replace.

I watched as Danny left college, taking his regular short cut through the park

Damn, looked good – gonna really enjoy being the kid for a couple of weeks. My team intercepted Danny and bundled him into the van.  They quickly sedated him and was removing his clothes as I got in the back of the van.

Taking off my trackies I starred at the unconscious Danny; I started to groan and started to morph into Danny. Like a wave the transformation moved from my head to my toes, loosing height, weight, age – the it only took a couple of minutes before I was an exact duplicate of Danny. I smiled and cleared my throat, “Ok guys get him ready”, with that the pulled some coveralls on the original Danny and strapped him onto the trolley bed.

I checked out my new naked form in the mirror, and started to get dressed in Danny clothes; just then his mobile rang – the team looked at me as I picked it up… “Hi Danny, you still coming over tonight?” came the voice from the other end, I smiled “Fuck yeah! wouldn’t miss it for anything”, I hung up and smiled.

I finished getting dressed and fixed Danny’s chain around my neck. One final check in the mirror and I left the van, my assignment had started.

I sent a text to the called “Dude, get warmed up – I’m on my way!” – I smiled thinking about Danny’s friend.

History of a Nomad Soul

Let me tell you how I became a “Nomad Soul”, well it’s a bit of a sordid story involving lying, deceit, manipulation and let’s just say some of the lower forms of internet life.

You see I once had a physical body, some of you may remember some of my previous stories and experiences – but how I lost my one true physical form is a story that hurts me. You may think its cool being able to possess any physical body taking control accessing the body’s memories and traits but I would swap with you in a blink of an eye To have my own body again rather than simply playing out some other person destiny, always pretending to be someone else rather than myself – something I yearn for.

I would be 27yrs old now, but I still prefer the younger 18+ yr old bodies I find. You see age isn’t important now, as a nomad soul time is meaningless I will just go on forever, until I find some way ending this sorry semi-existence.

So how did it happen? I was out of luck wandering the streets of California at the age of 19 – I’d been moved on so many times by the police I really needed somewhere. It was then I was approached by Doug, a seedy looking guy who said he could give me some shelter if I would work for him. Desperate for a place to stay for a while I agree, and returned to his apartment. When we arrived it was evident that this guy made movies, my suspicions was correct Doug made porn videos releasing them on the internet for money.

He told me that as I was now working for him I needed to sign a contract and in return I would get a basic pay and a place to sleep. I said I didn’t want to be in any of his video – and he said “Sure, no one will ever see you in any of my videos”, I glanced over the contract, there was a lot of words I didn’t understand but I signed it anyway. As I completed my signature a chill blew over my body, and Doug chuckled to himself. I realised something was wrong instantly. Then Doug explained; I was horrified.

“The contract you have just signed not only gives me ownership of your physical body, but gives you the ability to project yourself into others, only I can release you early of this 5yr contract.” “My less than human lawyers designed this contract to help me earn millions producing the best movies. Oh and if you’re thinking of jumping into me and voiding the contract, you see this tattoo on my arm, that stops you getting into me. And don’t bother trying to hide I can sense what body you are hiding in!”

My fate had been sealed by some kind of demonic contract for at least the next five years. “Now let’s try out your new found talent” leered Doug. He picked up the phone and dialled a number, asking someone called Kevin to come on over for a quick $50. Doug explained to take control of a person I simply needed to mentally push out of my own body and into the other person.

About 20 minutes passed and there was a knock at the door, Doug opened It and let in Kevin. He was quite tall and looked about the same age as me. HE had cropped black hair and bushy eyebrows; completely different to my blonde hair. He gave a big goofy smile to Doug as he introduced me to Kevin. Doug asked Kevin to sit on the bench and watch some videos while he got ready. I was sitting in an old sofa behind Kevin; I could see he wasn’t a muscular guy, skateboarder I guessed.

Doug gave me the nod, and I knew he wanted me to take Kevin. I remembered what Doug had told me, and I pushed myself out of my body, just as if I was pushing myself out of the chair – only my physical body remained in the seat. I floated weightlessly above my head. I could clearly see Doug and Kevin – I knew Doug told me that his tattoo would protect him but I had to try. I moved towards Doug and tried to push in, I was immediately thrown back – I tried again but the same thing happened, I guess that tattoo really did work.

I moved across to Kevin who was still watching the video, I expected it to be hard to enter this guy’s body but I slipped into his skin like a hot knife through butter. Kevin groaned as I took control, and then all of a sudden Kevin’s memories flowed into mine, his childhood, when he was a teenager, and then it hit me; I snapped my – no Kevin’s head around in shock and looked at Doug smiling.

Kevin’s recent memories poured into my consciousness, Kevin had worked for Doug, only his contract had just expired – I was his replacement. “Now you know what’s expected of you” said Doug. I turned to look at myself in the sofa; I looked like I was in a deep sleep. I know knew what Doug had planned for me through Kevin’s previous experiences, Doug would trawl the streets looking for guys if they looked suitable he would approach them to see it they wanted to be in some of his movies, usually just jerk-off movies and the like – but never anything hardcore. If they said yes, I was not required, if they said no it was my job to jump into their skin and play the part for Doug – they would still get the money, and their memories would be intact, but they would not be aware of my work.

I stood up in Kevin’s body and went to the mirror and looked at my reflection, it of course was alien – but from within Kevin it still felt natural. “You bastard” I said, suddenly realising I was talking with Kevin’s voice; Doug just smiled “your mine now – get used to it”.

“I’ve asked Kevin’s best bud to join us as well; you shouldn’t have any problem convincing him you’re really Kevin”, “Fuck you!” I replied, which shocked me a little as I didn’t normally swear, I guessed it must have been one of Kevin’s traits, I was becoming more like Kevin by the minute.

It wasn’t long before Doug returned with a guy, I instantly knew him as Trevor, even though I had never seen him before. He wore coveralls I also knew that he worked at the local garage repairing trucks.

I smiled and said “Hi Trevor”, the guy replied with a cheery “Hey!” Doug left the room but I knew he was watching on CCTV… we chatted for about 20mins, Kevin’s memories flowed into my head, Trevor never knew – the deception proved and Doug returned.

Doug asked if we both wanted to make some money, from Kevin’s memories I knew what Doug was leading to… “Sure” I replied and Doug proposed a little jack-off movie. I stripped Kevin of his clothes knowing that he had done it a thousand times before me and stood in front of the mirror. With all I knew about Trevor it was long before he was jerking off, with his hand down the front of his coveralls. I applied more pressure and he stripped and we both jerked off, after a good 40 minutes we both got dressed and took our money, I told Trevor I would see him later and the guy left.

I sat down on the bench again, and pulled myself out of Kevin and returned to my own body, it was an amazing feeling with all the exertion I still felt relaxed upon the return to my own body. Kevin gulped on some air as control was returned to him, he turned and looked at me “Hey, that was awesome; you did a real good job”. Kevin turned to Doug “Am I free to go now?” he asked. “Yes, you have finished your contract now go!” replied Doug. With that Kevin left – and I don’t remember seeing him again.

That was my first possession, others followed – many, many more. My own soul numbed by the task I had committed myself to. A this time I was still bound by the contract, my will bent to Doug’s commands – I was still not a Nomad Soul, but let me tell you about how the contract was broken and the day of my new existence started.

It was a typical day for me; I sat in the back of his car while we trawled the neighbourhood looking for suitable candidates for Doug’s next movie when we came across Cain, a 20yr old waiting by a tree for his girlfriend apparently. From what I could see he was a slim guy, he had a black t-shirt, baggy UFO pants and a yellow baseball cap he was holding a skateboard just and it was just what Doug was looking for.

Doug approached the young jock and made the proposition, I could clearly see that Cain wasn’t interested – shaking his head. Then Doug gave the signal, and I closed my eyes. Moments later I was in Cain’s tight skateboarder’s body looking up at Doug, I smiled adopting Cain’s mannerisms immediately as I removed the cap and scratched my head. I replaced the cap, and stroked my face feeling the small goatee on my chin. I got up and started to walk to the car, without knowing it I slipped my free hand under my t-shirt and felt my body; the small but firm pecs, and the tight abs.

We returned to the car and I got in the passenger seat, glancing over my shoulder at my true sleeping self. We returned to the studio, and Doug parked in the garage leaving my sleeping body in the car. Once inside I stripped and performed like I had done many times before, although with this body I felt most at home. Cain had a great body and lovely tattoos over his chest and arms. The hour went quickly and it was time to return Cain to the place where we had found him, Doug handed me $250 and I slipped it into my baggy UFO pants and sat down by the tree.

It was at this point we heard the sirens of a police car, and we looked around as a speeding car came around the corner closely followed by a police car. Shots rang out and one of the rear tyres exploded on the car. The driver lost control and as I stood up ploughed into Doug’s car exploding almost instantly. The heat from the car was almost unnatural I stood up in Cain’s body as the cold horror of realisation hit me – my sleeping body was still in the car.

As the searing heat continued I felt a deep sharp pain as my body was destroyed, Cain buckled and lost consciousness as I lost my links back to my physical body - the rest was a blur, as I too slipped unconscious.

I can only guess that Doug, checked Cain’s body for my soul and found nothing – but I was in there, but deep, deep in Cain’s unconscious mind damaged and hurt by what was the most traumatic experience of my “life”.

From what I now know Cain quickly regained consciousness very quickly, and he was check over by the paramedics and given the all clear – by this time Doug had long gone, what a rat!

Cain continued his life as normal for another 2 weeks, while I lay in his subconscious recovering from the event. I knew nothing of what was going on, only that they place was dark and warm as I cam to terms with my existence.

In the third week, I felt strong enough, and I stretched once more taking control of Cain. Coming back into reality I was able to piece together the event using Cain’s memories. Somehow I knew I had been released from the contract and was not owned by Doug any more – but I also knew that I now no longer had my own physical body. I continued living Cain’s life without any of his friends or family realising there was someone else in control – but I still felt guilty about using Cain, the guy that had unknowingly nurtured my soul back to health.

It was one late night after I had been out drinking with the guys I decided to try and get out of Cain, it maybe that I would just cease it exist – it was a risk I was prepared to take for Cain’s sake.

I sat up in the chair, still a bit light headed with the beers, but I hadn’t had that much. I looked over a Billy he was staying over and going home tomorrow. He was a big guy, I could see him asleep on the bed, and he was my only choice.

I sat back in the chair, again concerned that my existence could be snuffed out within the next few minutes – but I knew I had to give Cain back hi sown life.

I took one last breath from within Cain’s body and pushed myself out. I floated above the two guys, reassured that I still existed and waited for Cain to become himself again. I heard him gasp, and sit up. He looked around and grabbed a bottle taking a mouthful, and gulping it down. I knew he would be ok without me.

I looked over at Billy still there asleep on the bed and made my way other to him floating above the heavily built jock. “Well, this is it”, I said to myself – will I be able to touch or feel physical stuff again, of just float and be a mere spectator for the rest of my existence?

I rolled over, floating over the jock aligning myself with his body and slowly lowered myself down to meet his physical form. As I touched his physical form, I could feel some resistance, but I was stronger now and I pushed into his body; again wrapping my soul in warm flesh and muscle.

Billy’s body went into a brief spasm as I took control and put Billy’s soul into a deep sleep. I gulped in air, coughed and instantly threw up. Cain came over and slapped me on the back – it was a dull meaty thud that echoed through my new body as his hand made contact. “You OK dude?” asked Cain, it was weird hear what had been my voice – at least for a while. I coughed again “Yeah, I feel a lot better now, thanks” I replied in a deep voice. “I really think I’m going to be OK now”, I said in a confident voice.

I lived as Billy for a couple of weeks, but know I knew that I could swap when I liked I started to move to each of Cain’s friends in turn, until I felt strong enough to move away from Cain.

So that’s how I became a Nomad Soul, but that was a long time ago, and since then I’ve been many people. Young and old, – I’ve taken celebrities, and family members, but I have always respected the people I take.

So maybe I’ll tell you more about my adventures, hey – if a friend of yours is acting out of character, it might just be me inside looking out at you – who knows…

Against the Rules

“Wow! Wicked cool!” said Jared, looking up at the quarterback of the team, Kevin Heigel.

“Nah, man,” said Skylar, one of the other players, “This just doesn’t seem right, man. I mean, I know he looks like Kevin, and he sounds like Kevin – and yeah, I’ll admit it, he’s been playing just as good as Kevin does, if not even a little bit better… But I dunno, man! It’s just weird! And why didn’t you, like, tell us about this sooner?”

“I’m sorry, Skylar,” said the quarterback, “It’s just that when the real Kevin broke his leg, we had to think of something so that he could keep playing, and this suit was the best thing we could think of.”

“But Coach!” said one of the other players, “You’re like 40 and Kevin is only 17. Isn’t that, like, against the rules for us to have our own coach playing on our team…?”

“Guys, guys!” said Coach Walker, “Now come on! I’ve been wearing this suit of Kevin for the past two weeks now, and not one of you has noticed. Do you really think we have anything to worry about? And in about another two to four weeks, you’ll have the real Kevin back, and I’ll go back to being Coach Walker. Are we good?”

The team gathered around Coach Walker and examined the suit in detail, feeling a bit hesitant now that they all knew it was their Coach standing there inside of their quarterback’s body.

“Yeah,” Skylar finally said, “We good, Coach. Uh, well I guess I should call you Kevin now huh, bro?”

“Thanks, Sky!” Coach Williams said, acting a bit more like Kevin now, “Now let’s get back out there for the second half of the game and kick some ass!”

Some News!

Hello!

Once again, I just wanted to apologize if anybody has visited the Male Transformation Blog in the past week or so. My internet has been down, so I haven't been able to post updates. Good news is, I was finally able to post 6 new stories tonight! Check 'em out and let me know what you think :) I love getting your guys' feedback.

Also, I'd like to announce that smitch69 will be joining me on the blog as an author, so keep your eye out for some new stuff from him as well!

Lots of good stuff to come -- Enjoy!

-- E.

That's the Look

“Yeah,” said Gregory, snapping a few test shots, “I like that body with these shorts much better. Do me a favor and pump up the bulge a little bit though, huh?”

“All right,” said Nicholas as the bulge in the front of his tiny red shorts instantly inflated and pushed out in front of him, “You know, people are gonna start to wonder why all the models from your agency just happen to have big dicks!”

“Yeah,” said Gregory, “But what they don’t know is I only have one model, and he happens to be a very talented young man who can have whatever size dick I need, and have absolutely any look that I can imagine.”

“And,” said Nicholas with a smile, “He will continue to do so as long as he keeps getting paid.”

“Aw, come on now,” said Gregory, “It’s not all about the money, now is it, Nick? Try blond for me –“

Nicholas shifted his hair to make it a golden blond and then changed his eyebrows to match.

“It pretty much is!” Nicholas laughed, “Not many other guys could afford to live the kind of life I live, and to think – I make all that money just by being your little fashion model.”

“Well if it’s money you want, then we’ve got to get this shoot. It’s a big client, Nick, and we’ve gotta find the perfect look for you. Back to the darker hair.”

Nicholas changed his hair back to the way it had been before.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s great. I think that’s definitely the look we need to be going for,” said Gregory, “And, hey. If they don’t like it, we can always just send ‘em another model!”

A Better Basketball Player

“Holy shit! How the hell…” said Shawn, looking down at his new smooth, caramel-colored skin and tight, defined muscles, “It must’ve been that crazy old lady at the fair last night. Yeah, that’s right! She told me to make a wish, and I wished that I had the perfect body for playing basketball, and… Wow… This can’t be real, man!”

As Shawn walked around his room, he noticed things were different. Among his pile of dirty clothes, there were all kinds of basketball shorts and jerseys, and on his shelf, instead of books, there was now a collection of basketball trophies and medals. On his dresser, he saw his new self pictured with a group of people he didn’t immediately recognize. But as he studied the picture, he realized it was his family. In the picture, though, they were all black, like him. And they were all smiling and good-looking, and looked somehow better-off than they all had before.

“Weird…” said Shawn, for the first time realizing that his voice now even had a little bit of an accent to it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He scrambled to find a pair of basketball shorts and slid them on over his firm ass. His big new cock hung loosely in front of him in the shorts. Damn, the cool, silky material felt good against his muscular thighs!

“Honey?” came a voice from the other side of the door.

A woman poked her head in – a beautiful black woman, the same as Shawn had seen in the picture on his dresser.

“Mom?” he said.

“Jesus, Shawn!” said the woman, “Put some clothes on, honey. I’ve got your breakfast ready, and you better hop in the shower. We gotta hit the road in 15 minutes, you hear me? You’ve got early practice this morning, remember? Shawn… are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah… Mom,” said Shawn, cracking a big smile, “I’m good. I’m… really good!”

“You sure you don’t want me to call Coach and let him know you’re gonna be a little bit late for practice this morning?”

“No, Mom!” said Shawn excitedly, “I’ll be right down, I promise! I wouldn’t miss practice for the world!”

“OK, baby,” said Shawn’s mom, “Teenagers. You know, I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Love you, Mom!” said Shawn, giving his mom a kiss.

“Love you too,” she said, closing the door, “Don’t forget you gotta eat breakfast. Can’t have momma’s little basketball star going to practice hungry!”

“Mom!” said Shawn, pushing the door shut, “I’ll be down in a few, ok? Just gimme a sec!”

As the door shut, Shawn leaned up against it, hardly containing the huge smile that spread across his new handsome face. He freely ran his hands along his new abs and pecs, tightening them and admiring how they popped out from his body.

“Man, I hope this isn’t a dream!” he said, “Because I could get used to this!”

You're the Best, Dad

“Where have you been?” said Michael sternly as his son, Jesse, walked in the door.

“Dad?” said Jesse, “I was – I had that thing after school today. The fundraiser for band. I thought told you about it.”

“Fundraiser? You never told me anything about no fundraiser! I’ve just been sitting here for the past two hours worried about why you weren’t home from school on time. You’re in deep shit, young man.”

“Dad!” said Jesse, “I swear! I told you about it!”

“Oh yeah?” said Michael, “Then why did I see your little friend Luis Montero getting off the school bus this afternoon. How come he came home on time, huh?”

“Luis was supposed to be there too!” said Jesse, “But he wasn’t! I don’t know why he didn’t come!”

“Well,” said Michael, standing up, “Maybe that’s because he skipped out on the fundraiser, came over here when he knew you would be gone, snuck into your dad’s bedroom as he was taking a nap, and took over his body!”

Jesse stood there in shock for a few moments before Michael – or really Luis in Michael’s body – laughed a big, hearty laugh.

“Gotchya!” he said, “Oh man, you shoulda seen the look on your face!”

“Luis!” said Jesse, “OK, for real, you gotta tell me when you’re gonna do that! I thought you said you weren’t gonna do it any more without telling me!”

“OK, OK,” said Luis, “Sorry, bro. But you gotta admit, I’m gettin’ pretty good at pretending to be your old man! So hey, you wanna go out and get some pizzas and maybe some beer and some pornos and stuff like we did last time!?”

“Oh yeah!” said Jesse, smiling, “And, uh – Oh. Um. Nevermind.”

“What?” said Luis.

“Well…” said Jesse hesitantly, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do some of that… other stuff we did last time.”

“But I thought you said it was kinda weird,” said Luis.

“Yeah…” said Jesse, “But I kinda liked it, and I gotta say – seeing you in my dad’s body again is really getting’ me, you know, like horny.”

“Well, all right, ‘son,’” said Luis with a wink, “Whatever it takes to make my boy happy!”

“Aw,” said Jesse, giving his friend a big hug, “You’re the best, Dad!”

Totally Fucked Up

“Dude, are you getting totally fucked up or what!” said Drew, pouring a can of beer down his friend Matt’s throat.

“Ohhh hell fuckin’ yeahh!” said Matt, choking a bit as he chugged it down, “Hey, dude. Man, this beer tastes weird, dude.”

“Nah,” said Drew, “That’s just the bodysuit potion I’ve mixed into it.”

“The fuckin’ what?” Matt drunkenly chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Drew, “You’ll start to feel it here in a second. There. All finished up!”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” said Matt, leaping up and stumbling into Drew, “Shit, man! I don’t know what that shit was you put in there, but I feel fuckin’ great as shi—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Matt stumbled back down to the ground. To everyone else at the party, it looked like he had just had way too much to drink as always. But Drew just stood over him and watched.

“You dumbfuck,” said Drew, “Done in by your very own best buddy, Drew Carter – Who happens to be quite the handsome stud, if I do say so myself!”

Drew ran his hands along his smooth, square face, pulling it tight and making sure the facemask hadn’t slipped out of place anywhere. Of course it hadn’t. The suit was flawless and he knew it. As he stood there, a small, awkward looking boy cautiously approached him and stared.

“Russel?” said the smaller boy, “Is that you…?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?” said Drew, watching with a sneer as the smaller boy cowered back. Then he quickly changed his tone and gave a wink, “Yeah, Devin, it’s me! But just be sure to call me Drew now, okay? Hey, look! I think Matt is just about ready for ya!”

He stepped back to reveal the empty shell of what had once been Matt Hastings.

“Get in him quick!” said Drew, “Here, I’ll help ya!”

He helped his friend step into the suit through a slit that had formed in the back, and then quickly sealed it up before anybody at the party even noticed.

The new Matt blinked a few times and ran his tongue along his teeth.

“Whoa,” he said in a voice that was much more masculine that he was used to, “It even changed my teeth. And my tongue is like – whoa…”

“You all right there, buddy?” Drew chuckled.

“How much beer did you say you gave him?” Devin said, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. He seemed so high up!

“Let’s just say you’re probably good to go for the rest of the night!” said Drew, helping his friend stand up, “Now are you ready to see what it’s like to be a frat boy or what!?”

So Sorry!

“Ohhh! So sorry, Mom and Dad called and said you had to come back in and get back home to finish up your homework before school tomorrow!” said Jake, putting a frown on his handsome, masculine face.

“Yeah, me too!” said Neil, leaning over Jake’s shoulder, “But it’ll be ok, Mikey. Maybe if you’re a good boy and finish your homework early, they’ll let you watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see. Oh wait – it’s rated PG-13, so never mind! Mom thinks it’ll be too violent for you! Ah well, maybe me and Jake here will pop it in once we get home late tonight and you two are all tucked away in your little boy beds! Hope you like the ‘Transformers’ sheets!”

“What!” said the two 11-year-old boys, “That’s not fair! Give us our bodies back!”

“Sorry, fellas!” said Jake, making a muscle and looking down at the little bit of hair between his two pumped-up adult pecs, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! Now why don’t we turn this boat around, Neil, and take these two little ‘sissy boys’ back home! Then me and you can drive back out to the lake and spend the rest of the afternoon fishin’ and goin’ through this big ol’ cooler full of beer!”

“Sounds like a plan, my man!” said Neil, giving Jake a high-five and cracking open one of the beers, “You know, I think I could definitely get used to us being the older brothers!”

An Apology!

Sorry, guys. My internet has been down for the past week or so and I haven't been able to get online and post any updates. Hopefully some new stuff will be on the way soon, though!

Honestly, Officer

"Don't even think about pulling anything tricky, Graves," said Officer Clark, "We're on to you."

"Honestly, Officer, I don't know what you're talking about!" said the handcuffed teenager, "I told you, my name is Lucas White, I live at 11272 DeLand Avenue, I go to Wells High School, and my parents are Linda and Marcus White. I don't know who this 'Javon Graves' guy is, but I'm not him! Honestly, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's cut the crap, Graves," said Officer Clark, "I know you happen to look like 'Lucas White' at the moment, but we happen to have the real Lucas White at the station now, and he's told us everything -- how you approached him behind the school, morphing yourself into an exact duplicate of him, and then knocked him out. Probably thought you'd get pretty far before we caught on to you, didn't ya? Just give it up, Graves."

"No, Officer! Honestly, I swear! That's not what happened!"

"Now listen here," said Officer Clark, forcefully pushing the teenager up against the cop car, "I'm not gonna play your little games, ya hear? The kid told us everything we need to know, we've got confirmed identity from the parents. Now if you wanna make it easy for yourself, I'd morph back to the 6'4" African-American male that we've got pictured on your mugshot before we get back to the station. If you wanna go back in wearing this body, that's fine too. But we know who's on the inside, got it?"

Lucas was utterly confused but helpless but to do anything the officer asked of him. He remembered being approached by a tough-looking black guy behind the school this afternoon, but couldn't remember much else before everything went blank.

"I've got to talk to my parents!" Lucas said as he was being pushed into the back of the car.

"Graves," said Officer Clark, "For the last time! Mr. and Mrs. White and their son, Lucas White, do not want anything to do with you and are going to be very pleased to see that you've been captured and are being taken back to the County Jail where you belong. And if you ever go near that family again and pretend to be their son, I swear to god..."

Lucas placed his head in his handcuffed hands. As he did so, he noticed that they were getting larger and darker and rougher right in front of his eyes.

"Oh shit!" he thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror. His features were grotesquely melting and reconfiguring themselves, becoming those of a 43-year-old convicted felon.

"That's it, Graves," said Officer Clark, "There's that handsome mug of yours!"

"But I'm not --"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Officer Clark, slamming the sliding plexiglass window shut, "Just try to keep it quiet back there until we get back to the station, huh Graves?"

Dating a White Boy

"So your parents wouldn't like it if you were dating a white boy?" asked Garrett, "Is that it?"

"Naw, man," said Terrance, "It ain't like that. It's jus'..."

"No, it's ok," said Garrett, "Just give me a second --"

Garrett sat back on the bed, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. He appeared to be in deep concentration, but Terrance realized something was happening. There, in front of his eyes, Garrett's skin appeared to be darkening, going from a very pale white to a smooth, light brown. Garrett exhaled and opened his eyes, looking down at his arms.

"Is this dark enough for you?" he asked.

"Yeah, but --" said Terrance.

"Oh, I'm not done yet!" said Garret with a smile.

He gave his body a stretch, and as he did so, it changed in both shape and size, filling out a little bit with some nice, tight muscle. Then he brought his hands to his face, pushing and pulling and stretching out his features -- widening his nose, plumping up his lips. He ran his hands along his hair, and it receded into a tight buzz cut, and then as he ran them along his jaw, he sprouted a short goatee.

"Goatee, or no goatee?" he asked, wiping it away and then making it appear again.

"The goatee looks hot, bro," Terrance smiled, "Wow. Like the look, brotha'!"

"Yeah, well you know I do what'er it takes to make ma' boy happy," Garrett said, changing his voice to make it deeper and adding a hint of an Atlanta accent, "Now how 'bout dat kiss?"

Garrett pulled Terrance in, roughly kissing him with his new big, juicy lips.

"Damn, boy!" Terrance said, "You make one fine brotha'!"

"You know it!" Garrett said, "And if you ever get tired of me lookin' like this, baby boy, I can be what'er you want me to be!"

At the Festival Part II

Guest post by Nemo

(Click here to read Read Part I)

I sat and looked at the clock. It had been nearly 12 hours since I'd last seen my boyfriend Jon. We'd gotten seperated at out local gay pride festival the day before and Jon hadn't come home with me. Now I had no idea where he was and I was beginning to get worried.

The problem was I had no idea how I could go about finding Jon. I tried his cell, but that was still switched off. I couldn't try any of our friends because... well because Jon hadn't been himself yesterday. In fact he'd been a 30 year old muscle daddy called Dirk and it was all my idea.

Jon was only just 18, he'd graduated from high school and was deciding what to do with his life. He was an archetypal twink, slim, natually blonde, prone to giggling and with a deep interest in pop music. I loved him, but he wasn't exactly comfortable in his own skin. I think being the butt of the school jocks pranks was still too fresh in his mind and secretly he'd wanted to be big and muscular.

So when I found this funny little place in a side street that sold body-suits I'd immediately thought of Jon. I picked the suit out myself and was such a hurry to get it back to Jon, I didn't really stop to listen to what the shop-keeper was telling me.

Jon had loved the suit and had wasted no time getting into it. he loved the power of his new body and he came up with his new name 'Dirk' himself. We'd had a blast at the Festival, at least until Jon had one beer too many. He'd insisted I call him Dirk, wouldn't even listen if I called him Jon. I'd tried to keep track of him, but I lost him in a dance tent and eventually I'd headed home, hoping that he'd either be waiting there for me or he'd turn up soon.

That had been about 1am. Now it was gone noon and still no sign of him. I was really getting worried about him and soon I wouldn't be the only one. Jon's parents were laid back and cool about having a gay son with an older boyfriend, but even they would begin to freak out if I told them I'd lost him. And we were meant to be going over to see them today.

That was when I heard a key in the front door. Only one other person had a key to my apartment, Jon. It had to be him and I felt something between relief and anger. I jumped up and walked to the front door. As I got there Jon let himself in, only he didn't look like Jon, he was still wearing the Dirk suit. He'd at least managed to pull a T-shirt back on and from somewhere he'd found a huge duffle bag he was carrying it over one shoulder.

"Where..." I started to yell at him and stopped myself. I didn't want this to become a major row, I just needed to know what had happended. I tried again, "Are you ok? I was worried about you."

"I'm OK. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but I've had a crazy night and there's some stuff we need to talk about," said Jon, still sounding all gruff and, to be honest, sexy. "Can we go and sit down?"

I nodded and we walked back to the lounge room, Jon still carrying the duffle bag with him.

I was a little bit weirded out, I'd been expecting the usual hysterics from Jon, but he was acting....mature. As we sat down, Jon turned to me

"So where did you get my suit?" he asked.

"I.. I told you. It was some guy in a shop. Why? What does it matter where I got it?"

"Are you sure he didn't give you any advice or warning about using the suit?"

"He told me something, but I didn't really listen. I just wanted to get it back to you."

Jon sat and put his head in his hands and then ran them back over his scalp, rubbing his new buzzcut. He looked at me "So this is all your fault then."

"What. What's my fault." I began to get pissed "You were the one acting like a total fucking jerk last night 'Dirk'! And you were the one who stayed out all night, Jon."

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not Jon anymore. I'm Dirk and it's your fault."

"What the fuck are you talking about. You're wearing a halloween costume, that's all. In fact take it off, because I'm not going to talk to you until you have done."

"It won't make any difference," Jon shrugged, "But if it'll make you happy..."

He reached up and grabbed his buzzcut hard and pulled. As he pulled, his scalp began to lift away and Dirk's face distorted more and more as he pulled harder, until with an audible 'snap' the neck of his suit gave way at the seam and Jon pulled the mask completly off his head.

For a second I'd almost expected to see Dirk's face underneath the mask, but it was Jon's face looking back at me, the cute boyish features, the floppy blonde hair plastered against his face where he'd been wearing the mask. He was still Jon. And then I looked into his eyes. He didn't have Jon's normal expression. He looked more serious, more mature....older.

"You get it. Don't you?" said Jon "Sure without the suit I look like Jon, but I still think like Dirk, because inside, that's who I am now. This face," and he held up the mask he'd just taken off, "this is my real face now."

"But, but, but...how?" I asked

"The shop guy told you what would happen. I know he did, because I ran into him at the fair and he recognised the suit and told me everything you should have told me. These aren't just simple rubber suits, they're far, far more complex than that. The suits are made with nano-tech, that's how they look so life-like. And each suit is imprinted with a behaviour pattern and the longer you wear the suit, the more the nano-tech imprints on your own brain, until eventually, it's irreversible. And guess what, I passed the point of no return."

I sat there stunned, unable to believe what Jon was telling me. It wasn't possible, was it? Jon looked at me.

"Having trouble believing me?" he asked, "I thought you might, that's why I got the guy to make this for me."

He opened the duffle bag and threw out a body suit. I looked at it lying on the floor in a rubery heap. It seemed a strangely familiar body and then it clicked.

"That's you, Jon!"

"Yes," said Jon "The guy wanted a body to model the suit on and mine was closest to hand. Now, put it on."

"I don't really want to." I said, feeling oddly uneasy.

"Look, you got me into this mess and now you don't even believe me when I tell you what's happened. This is the only way you'll understand, so put it on."

I picked up the suit. I'd helped Jon put his original suit, so I knew what to do. I hesiatated and then Jon looked at me meaningfully and I sighed and stripped out of my clothes. Naked I put first one foot and then the other into the suit. I wriggled my own feet down inside the suit until they were sitting firmly in the feet of the suit. With them in place it was easy to draw first one of the suits legs and then the other up over mine. I watched my own hairy stocky legs dissapper under Jon's smooth slender ones until mine were completely gone and the suit was up to my crotch. My cock and balls slipped neatly into the set on the suit and I could feel the smooth skin of Jon's shaved ballsack under my fingers as my own. I got my arms into the suit and heaved upwards as the whole of the suit's torso swallowed my own.

The neck of the suit, no longer stretched wide, snapped into place around my own. I carefully smoothed my hands over the whole suit, making sure everything was in alignment, adjusted my armpits inside the suit and checked the suits butt-hole matched my own.

Jon walked over and stood next to me. He turned me around so we were both facing the wall mirror. We made a curious pair. A muscle bear with a twink's head and a twink with a college boy's head.

"Kind of freaky, isn't it?" asked Jon, voicing my own thoughts.

"Sure is. You know I don't feel any different yet." I said.

"Of course you don't. The suit's not complete yet."

He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out the mask that matched his own face. I'd known it was coming, but I still hesitated to reach out and take the mask of him. Although I didn't really believe the bullshit Jon had been talking since he'd come in, part of me was scared he was telling the truth and to be honest I didn't want to become a copy of Jon.

Jon looked at the expression on my face. "Having second thoughts? Don't worry you won't turn into me straight away. The process is reversible if you just wear the suit for a short time. So, are you going to put this on, or do you want me to do it?"

For some reason the thought of Jon pulling the mask over my head made me horny. I looked down to see a growing erection. "I guess I like the idea of you putting my mask on." I said.

Jon smiled and stretched the mask wide between his hands and stepped in close to me. He lifted his hands over my head and started to pull the mask down. I could feel the rubbery material of the mask sliding over my hair as he pulled it over the widest part of my head, the mask pulling tightly against my own skin. Jon continued to pull the mask down and as it passed over my eyes, I was temporarily blinded. I started to pull away, but Jon reached out and kissed me firmly on my lips as he continued to pull the mask further down. As the mask reached my mouth, Jon finally pulled away and tugged the last of the mask into place. As he pulled and pushed the mask into alignment, I could see again and I saw the huge smile on Jon's face. He finally finished playing with the mask and stepped back.

"Well baby?" he asked, "Ready to see the total package?"

Without giving me a chance to answer he swung me back around to face the mirror.

END OF PART 1