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.

Undercover Inspector

Kenny, a porter at the hotel was talking to a new guest at the hotel; "We're expecting an undercover guy from head office to check over the hotel, not sure when he's getting here, "Yeah I know" says the guest.

The young guy suddenly feels a cloth over his mouth and then it goes black..

The guest carries Kenny to the bed and strips him, and we see the guy climb into Kenny's body and get dressed.. looking in the mirror "Yeah this will do fine, can check out the rest of the staff and have some fun as well"

Spoilt for choice

It was like I was in some kind of heaven, slipping into the body of Wayne was simple enough – he was in the Starbucks queue waiting to get served. I looked around, everyone else was preoccupied with their lives and I just pushed in.

He let out a groan as I went in and the woman in front of me turned and looked at me; I smiled from within Wayne, and she blushed and smiled back before turning away again – powerful stuff I thought to myself.

Suddenly I felt a vibrating mobile in my pocket; I grabbed the phone and answered it. It was Danny reminding me about the training later, I told him “try and stop me being there…” and hung up.

I met up with the guys, and hard a hard workout on the field with the rest of the guys. Wayne’s body was strong and was one of the best in the team.

We all showered, and then Danny suggested we had a sauna; I smiled. Sitting at the back corner I watched the other guys laugh and joke – I contemplated my options looking around the group knowing that the week ahead was going to be fun.

Last Question

“OK, Stu,” said Robert, casually wrapping up what had been so far a rather typical post-game interview, “Last question: How would you like being a 34-year-old reporter, barely making it by on his shitty job where all he does is interview ignorant muscleheads like yourself, who think they’re just so fucking great because they can go out there, look pretty, throw a ball around for a bit and get paid for it?”

“Uh –” said Stu, dumbfounded and looking to the camera crew for some sort of an explanation. They only stood there with their jaws dropped, “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah,” said Robert, “You’re about to be!”

Suddenly, Robert stood up from the locker room bench, dropping his microphone, and twisting a ring around on his finger. As he did so, the world around him stopped in place. Only he and Stu remained able to move, although Stu remained frozen on the bench in shock.

Without taking a second, Robert placed his hands on Stu’s smooth, muscular shoulders and grasped them tightly. He instantly felt Stu’s energy rushing into him and he laughed as his body began to reshape itself. At the same time, he delighted at the fact that he could see Stu’s athletic body melting away in front of his eyes, the tattoos becoming faint and his skin becoming pale and blemished. Stu’s gorgeous pecs caved in as Robert’s chest exploded with two perfect mounds of muscle. Robert’s abs etched themselves into a tight six-pack as Stu’s belly became skinny, but flabby. All the while, Robert was feeling younger, stronger, and more virile. He laughed and laughed and laughed.

Finally, he saw Stu’s handsome features start to rearrange themselves. He wanted so badly to let go and feel his masculine new face, but knew that he must hold on for a few moments longer. He felt his hair pull into his head, becoming a close buzzcut as Stu’s hair sprouted out into a nondescript, mousy brown mess. Feeling the last bit of Stu’s energy flow through his well-sculpted new arms, Robert knew it was time to let go.

He stood there in the locker room as Stu now, only dressed in a ridiculously tight suit that he was dying to get out of. He began stripping it off.

“Take off your underwear!” he said to the real Stu, “They’re mine now, and oh my god! I’m gonna look like a fuckin’ stud in ‘em! Get ‘em off! And then you’re gonna put on cheap-ass suit and pretend to be me, got it?”

Stu sat on the bench in disbelief, feeling completely drained and unable to speak. He saw his old body standing in front of him now in all of its perfect nudity. He felt he had no choice but to hand over his underwear. Dejectedly, he slipped them off of his scrawny waist and down his embarrassingly thin legs.

“That’s a good boy!” said Robert, picking the underwear up and giving them a sniff before putting them on, “You know, it’s a shame I have to cover this up!”

He grabbed his now larger cock in the front pouch of the underwear and kicked his old suit over towards the trembling Stu.

“Put it on!” he ordered.

Stu began to put on Robert’s clothes, if only so he didn’t have to be naked for a second longer in this body that was not his.

“You’re very good at taking orders, you know?” Robert said “You better get used to that now that you’re me. Getting run over all the time, being looked at like you’re some piece-of-shit loser.”

Stu finished putting on all of Robert’s clothes. The swap was complete. Smiling, Robert began to twist the ring on his finger again.

“Now, I’m going to start everything back up here. When the camera starts rolling, you’re going to thank me for the interview, and then I’m outta here. You got it? What you do after that, I could give a fuck about. Check the pocket in my jacket there, it’s got your new address on it. My PIN numbers, credit card info. Whatever, you can have it all. It’s yours now, so I hope you enjoy it. I know that I’m going to enjoy this very much.”

He smiled, looking down at his new body and giving the ring one final twist. The world spun back into motion. The camera crew stood around them, caught in the awkward moment that, to them, had only just happened.

“Uh –” said Stu, now the one holding the microphone and pointing it at the very handsome athlete seated next to him, “Uh – Thank you for the interview?”

“You’re welcome, Robert,” said the new Stu, getting up from his seat, “Any time. And uh – have fun, huh?”

He winked and gave an all too charming smile to the camera and then slipped off into the shower room just like a victorious young athlete, eager to celebrate with his team.

The real Stu just watched in terror as his teammates gathered around the impostor.

“Robert…?” said one of the cameramen, “Rob? You ok?”

“Um,” said Stu, when he realized they were talking to him, “I don’t know…”

“Well, let’s get you home, buddy,” said the cameraman, placing an arm around Stu’s shoulders, “It seems like you’re having a little bit of a rough day. Maybe we should just skip tonight’s game and let you rest a little bit. And, hey – Rob, don’t let those meatheads get to ya so much, huh?”

Time to Start Lookin’

“Damn. I guess it’s time to start lookin’ for a new body. It’s too bad, too, because this one was really hot when I first took it over – six-pack abs and everything! Had a lot of fun with him, too. Maybe too much fun, gauging by this big ol’ beer gut I’ve got now! Oh well, I’ll just have to make sure with the next body I take over, I really try to keep in shape and go to the gym and all of that. Ah, what am I sayin’? I always say I’m gonna do that, but I never do! It’s always easier just to slip into something new – and believe me, there’s at least a couple of guys I’ve had my eye on recently! Maybe I’ll have one more fun night out in this body, and then tomorrow start seriously lookin’ for a new one!”

That’s Our Son

 
“Chris!” shouted Ellen, “For the last time – get out of our son’s body! Do you know what you’re doing to him?! It’s just – wrong! I want you out of there right now!”

“Gee, Mom,” said Chris, from inside his son’s body, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s me, Kevin. You know, your son. Maybe you should just calm down, Mom.”

“You are not Kevin! And don’t call me that!” said Ellen, “I know what you’re doing here, Chris. You found out that I was going to divorce you and thought that you could stick around using Kevin’s body. Well, that’s just sick! That’s our son!”

“And he turned out pretty good, didn’t he?” said Chris, looking down at his body and running his hands along Kevin’s tight, flat belly, “No more pot belly for me!”

“Stop it!” said Ellen, “Just stop it! And get out of his body before I –“

“Before you what?” said Chris, “Go and tell somebody that your husband used some magic spell to take over your son’s body? Yeah, go ahead and try that, Ellen. Sounds like a real good plan to me.”

“Somebody will believe me –“ said Ellen.

“Baby,” said Chris, caressing his wife’s cheek in a way that was totally inappropriate now that he was in his son’s body, “Nobody’s going to believe you. So, why don’t you just get used to me being Kevin now, huh? Speaking of which – I’m a teenage boy again, and I’m hungry! When’s dinner, Mom?”

“Chris,” said Ellen, “You can’t do this…”

“Pretty sure I can!” said Chris, “Anyways, if you’d let me finish getting dressed, I’m gonna go out with some of Kevin’s friends now. I’ve got access to all of his memories. Did you know that, sweetheart? So when I show up to ‘chill’ at the mall, none of his friend are gonna have any idea that anything’s up. Sound ‘cool,’ Mom?”

Chris finished putting on one of Kevin’s shirts and checked his reflection in the mirror. His teenage son’s face beamed back at him with a mischievous smile. Then he grabbed the keys to his son’s car and picked up his son’s wallet from the nightstand, moving about the room as though he knew exactly where everything was.

“Catch ya later, Mom!” he said, heading out the door, “Oh, and don’t wait up for me. I might be out a little late tonight!”

It’s Too Late

 
“It’s too late, Derrick. I can tell the serum’s already started to work. I’m amazed that you were able to make it out to my back yard, but don’t worry. You won’t make it much further than that! You feel that numbness all over your body? That’s just your skin turning into a synthetic material that will stretch and fit right over my own body like a glove. And that strange feeling inside? That’s just you hollowing out, leaving an empty interior for me to slide into. Yes, Derrick, it won’t be too much longer now before you’re just another suit in my collection – and boy, do I have plans for that sexy body of yours tonight!”

Using my Talents

You know my talents are much sort after; especially for adverts. The advertiser doesn’t know now its done before the sight the contract and the non-disclosure forms but it saves them lots of money in CGI effects I can assure you.

Take my latest; it was easy to do; put on this grey t-shirt and do your work;

With the ability to morph into any person it was easy to be honest and we did the whole shoot in a single take.

Of course… I never miss-used my talent – Honest – LOL :)

Costume Shop

You walk around the shop, it seems to of been divided into many different sections - male, female, animal and magical. There are bodysuits hanging up everywhere with detailed lifelike masks on shelves.

"Try on anything you like, and give me a shout if you see anything you like" the shopkeeper says as he walks through a door into the back of the shop.

You glance into one of the mirrors dotted around the shop, and see your reflection - you're a 5'8" 16yr old but skinny and have a drawn face.

You continue to browse the bodysuits and masks around the shop, you seem drawn into the "Jock" section for some reason. You study the many masks on the shelves, blond hair, black hair, spiked, long and flowing there are so many to choose from - some of them even look familiar, but all of them handsome almost model like.

Again you feel yourself drawn to a particular place within the shop, you look at the bodysuits, and the masks - and suddenly you spot something familiar. The mask has thick spiked hair, strong eyebrows that seem to be in a perpetual scowl. Piercing blue eyes, an cute nose and strong chin and a wicked smile. The head of the mask flows down to a strong thick neck. You recognise the mask as being a duplicate of the star QB Rick!

You lift down the mask feeling the texture of the hair which feels real! You push and poke the skin and mouth, the skin feels real - absolutely unbelievable!

You take the mask over to the mirror, and hold the mask up to your own studying the reflection. Again you check the mask, the neck is stretchy, you take a deep breath and go for the plunge. You pull the mask over your head - it goes dark for a while as you pull, push and twist the mask into place. You blink a couple of times as your eyes adjust to the light.

The reflection looks back certainly is not yours. Looking back at you from the mirror is Rick's face. You look closer studying the mask, you feel the strong chiselled jaw and chin. Your amazed as the edge of the mask round your neck seems to of merged with you own skin making the seam almost invisible. You pull some faces, and Rick does the same. The look of surprise, fear, anger all performed flawlessly - suddenly you realise your previously brown eyes are now Ricks piercing blue eyes.. "must be contacts or something" you say to yourself - shocked you realise that it isn't your voice anymore - but now it's Rick's.

There is a gentle cough behind you, you turn to see the shopkeeper. "Excellent choice Sir", the storekeeper says. "Would you like to try on the rest of the costume?", "Erm, yes why not - I guess" you reply.

The shopkeeper returns to a rack of bodysuits and begins to flip through the suits. "Ahh here we are." he hands you a heavily built suit, it looks like the chest has been shaved, leaving only a dark trail of hair from the thick ABS to the neatly trimmed pubes around the 7" dick. "Cool" you say in Rick's voice. "There are some other parts to this costume, try it on - changing room is over there - I'll collect the other bits together".

You take the heavy muscular suit from the shopkeeper and enter the changing room. You strip off your clothes and check the suit. You cannot find a zipper, but quickly realise that it's made from the same stretchy material as the mask. You sit down and pull open the neck and push your legs into the suit. You work your feet and toes into the suits, and slowly work the suit up and over your own body. You slip your own dick into the suits - your balls slip into the Rick suits. You work the suits heavy ABS and chest up your own body slipping your arms into the suits muscular arms - now using the suits heavy arms you pull the boulder like shoulders into place smoothing down the join between the suit and the mask.

With the transformation complete, you study your new physique. The narrow waist, rippling abs, muscular heavy disc like pecs almost hypnotised by the rhythmic rising and falling as you breath heavily. You feel the muscular arms, striking a couple of poses - feeling the muscles move below your new skin.

You look around, but are disappointed that there are no mirrors in the changing room, with your new found confidence you walk into the shop as a completely nude Rick. You check yourself in the mirror and realise that you have somehow increased in height, you are now about 6'1" looking about 22yrs. You check yourself in the mirror, amazing a narrow 30" waist transforms into a classic v-shaped back up to a 48" chest.

"Ahh, good - fits you like a glove" the shopkeeper says. "I have put the rest of the costume in the changing room for you".

You take another look over your shoulder to check out your arse as you walk back into the changing room to see what else there is.

Inside the changing room is a complete set of "jock wear", you smile remembering these are the exact clothes you saw the real Rick wearing only a couple of days earlier. You begin to dress in Ricks clothes.

You pull on his white jockstrap, flipping you big dick into the pouch. You pull on his socks, and his jeans over his huge thighs and tight bubble-butt, leaving the zipper and top un-buttoned. You slip on his Nikes and tie the laces, next a white vest. You pick it up and raise your arms to pull it over your head, you glance down amazed how your new body reacts with the new stretching movement, your new lats spreading like wings behind you. You pull the vest over your head and slowly pull it down over your chest and abs. The cloth hugs you like a second skin accentuating every bump and crevice of your body. Lastly you pick up Ricks shirt and slide it over your tight new body. You tuck the vest and shirt into your jeans and zip/button up, you secure the belt realising that somehow you have lost some weight as well!  You finally pull on Rick’s letter jacket sliding it across your back. You leave the small room to check your new look.

You check the mirror again to see Rick starring back at you, it’s easy to see his fit muscular body fighting to burst out of his clothes, “Wow this is just amazing” you say in Ricks voice.

“Looks good on you”, the shopkeeper says. “We have a policy here at the Costume Shop, you can test drive the costume for 48hrs. If you like it you can have an extended rental when you return”.

“Excellent” you think to yourself, “Just a couple of other things before you go.” He says. He hands you a wallet and some keys, you check the contents of the wallet – there is some cash, a credit card and Rick’s student and driving license. “Wow! This really is the complete package!” you say. “The keys are for Ricks red convertible parked around the corner” the shopkeeper says. “But I’m only 16yrs old!” you tell the shopkeeper. “Not a problem” – he hands you a small blue pill. “What’s this?” you ask, “It’s all the memories for the costume, dissolve it under your tongue” he says. You take the pill and put it under your tongue, you can feel it fizzing as it dissolves.. the more of Ricks memories you can remember. His girlfriends, the sports he’s good at, his life at home, his friends, how to drive – you smile to yourself. Thanking the shopkeeper you leave to find the car.