Gym Suit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just as a favour

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

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

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

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

Just a bit strong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Gym’s No Place For You Anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both Nerds

By Guest Author -- Brody

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

Going Full-Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This Will All Be Over Soon

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

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

Metamorphosis Resort & Spa

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

Merry Christmas 2009

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

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

-- E.

Roommates Remodeled 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click here for Part 1 and Part 2

A Note About Comments

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

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

-- E.

Roommates Remodeled 2

Read Part 1 here.


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

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

XXL

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

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

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

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

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

Underneath the Business Suit

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

Costume Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bit my lip and settled in for the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brother’s and Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

André

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poser

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

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

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

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

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

Turning Out Great

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

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

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

“Yeah…” said Jimmy, “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Checking Out the Goods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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