Son’s Life

There was a knock at the door, I opened it and say Alex my sons boyfriend standing there. A fit strong guy with muscles desperately trying to escape the confines of the mesh shirt he was wearing.

 

“Hi Mr. Richards, is Kurt around I was meant to meet him – we were going out for the rest of the day.” He looked me up and down and bit his lip – I tried to act cool.

“I don’t think he’s up yet, he came in late last night…”

“Yeah, sorry about that I kept him out late again” replied Alex

“I’ll go and get him, you can wait in the kitchen if you like…” Alex walked in and headed for the Kitchen.

I wandered off to Kurt’s bedroom and tapped on the door - “Kurt, are you awake?” I waited for a while and then went in, closing the door behind me.

The room was bright, I saw Kurt on the bed laying quietly; his eyes were open but he was starting into space. I walked over and rubbed his head, stroking his cheek – he didn’t move.

   

Quickly taking off my clothes I stuffed them under the bed, suddenly I heard Alex knocking on the door… “Kurt, Kurt.. are you there?”

I knew I had to be quick, sitting on the bed I lifted Kurt onto my lap. Holding his shoulders I looked at the short black curly hair on the back of Kurt’s head, Alex tapped on the door again.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my head into the back of his, I suddenly felt a rush as all of my son’s memories became available.

Blinking a couple of times my new eyes became used to the light, I tried to speak, but only a gargle rasp came out. I push in a little further and my neck and throat passed into Kurt’s, I felt a tingle as my larynx took control of my sons.

“Yeah Alex, get me a beer – I see you in the kitchen in 5”, “OK man, but be quick..” came the reply from outside.

Gently I pulled my head out of Kurt’s, his eyes rolled up and he gasped a bit. Still unconscious his head flopped back onto my shoulder.

Stripping him of his vest and underwear I lifted his smaller frame and walked him over to the wall. He was almost a foot shorter than me, but I always enjoyed the rush of forcing my larger frame inside Kurt’s.

I pushed, twisted, squeezed myself in – becoming in every way my son. Kurt’s eyes rolled forward and I blinked a couple of times.

Stretching and flexing I once again familiarised myself with Kurt’s body. Quickly I pulled on the black vest and underwear, searching through his clothes I pulled on a shirt and some shorts.

Looking in the mirror, I quickly fixed Kurt’s hair and flashed a cute sideways smile at myself.

Leaving the room, I went to the kitchen to find Alex…

Kane

“You did a great job tonight, Kane,” I said to my reflection, “They loved ya, just like always.”

I struck a pose in the mirror that showed off my abs and my tattoos. I gave myself a sultry, masculine look, brushed my wavy blond hair out of my face, and snapped one more pic for the night.

Putting the phone down, I looked at the pile of dollar bills that I had dumped out on the dresser when I got home. It really had been a good night. The music was right, the guys were loving my moves. Or, Kane’s moves, I guess. I could never tell if the suit itself somehow made me a better dancer, or whether it was the fact that I felt so confident and uninhibited while I was wearing it.

Sighing, I reached behind my head and felt for the seam. I started tearing the facemask away from my own face, and then carefully rolled the rest of the heavy suit down my body. I was drenched inside, as always. I took a quick look at my real reflection. Nothing spectacular. Just your average guy. I wished, like I did every night, that I could just stay Kane all the time. Maybe one day I would figure out how to do it.

I picked the suit up off of the ground and shook it out. I’d need to wash it out tomorrow, but for tonight it would be fine to just hang it and let it air out a bit.

“See ya tomorrow night,” I said to the Kane suit as I hung it up in my closet and closed the door, “And you know I can’t wait!”

Total Bear

 
“Well, well, well,” said Bruce, lifting up Charlie’s shirt, “Looks like our little twink here isn’t such a little twink any more. Look at all that fur, man. You must be just about done, huh?”

“I’ve got two more pills to take,” Charlie said proudly as he took a big chug of beer, “Hopin’ they give me a little bit more fur, and some more muscle would be nice.”

“More fur and muscle, huh?” chuckled Bruce, “You really are startin’ to sound like a bear now. Just think, man, you used to be one of them girly guys with a smooth little skinny spray-tanned chest. Now you’re lookin’ like a total bear! Nice chest, shaved head, nice, thick goatee, showin’ up at the bar in jeans and a t-shirt…”

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “It’s pretty damn nice not having to waste money on hair products and body lotions and all that name-brand trendy Abercrombie shit now. And the goatee just kind of grew in by itself. I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Kinda completes the look, I think.”

“Well I think by the time you finish them other two pills, you’re gonna be one hell of a specimen,” said Bruce, “And I can already tell you’re happy with how things are turning out so far. You’re gonna have all kinds of guys all over ya – bears and twinks alike. ‘Course, we know you’ll be stickin’ with the bears from here on out, right?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Charlie grunted, lifting his glass, “Bears from here on out. Now that’s somethin’ I’ll drink to!”

London Pickup

Damn, I’m so glad I found Jas. When I’m on holiday I always try to take a local guy, it saves getting a hotel and stuff.

I’d been following him for a while, he was the best I’d seen all day and it was getting late so I had to make my move soon.

He darted down a back street, I checked around – quiet and few windows above us. I ran up and launched myself at him, with a single blow he was laying on the floor unconscious. I rolled him onto his back and checked for any damage.

Looking around I saw a dumpster, grabbing his wrists I pulled the heavyweight behind the dumpster and out of sight.

Pulling off the t-shirt and jeans, I stripped him to the skin, and then removed my own clothes dropping them into the waste.

Rolling him onto his front I smiled again at his bulk, thick and heavy – but natural. I squatted down and spread his cheeks before slipping myself into him. I laid on his back aligning myself on his back. Working my hips I push in deeper, finally I felt his firm muscular body give way beneath me; I was inside!

I smelt the odour of a dirty street and rolled onto my back and used my new hands to explore my new body; shaved head, heavy pecs, six pack and thick dick. I quickly got up and pulled on my new jeans and trainers.

Memories were coming though, my name as Jas, a Sikh in London!

I stretched, rolling my shoulders and expanding my lats and then pushing my shoulders back i took a deep breath feeling my chest double in size. Flexing my arms, I tested the power of my new arms – amazing!

I slipped on the tight t-shirt and adopted Jas’s confident stride as I left the back street. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped into Jas’s persona completely, bending and using his natural confidence for my own purposes.

By the end of the night I’d got five numbers and fucked two girls and a guy.

Take for a change

 

I dried my face looking at my reflection, its not often I get the chance now days. Smiling I checked out my pecs and impressive torso “Still haven’t lost it..” i commented to myself.

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at Ryan sitting in the chair. I loved everything about him, perfect body, angelic face that girls (and guys) always fell for.

I walked over and looked into the smiling face of Ryan, sitting on his lap, i touched and felt his abs. My hands traced his ripples up to his pecs, I squeezed the firm warm flesh.

Looking into his eyes I smiled as I rested my hands on his thick shoulders and leaned forward into a kiss. Our lips touched moist; I kissed and his lips parted as my tongue slipped into his mouth and tentatively explored his mouth.

I leaned back smiled, “you know Ryan – you are perfect in so many ways and you’re all mine.” I stood up and sat back on Ryan’s lap, leaning back I touched Ryan’s cheek, “ready babe?”

Taking a deep breath, I started to wriggle and gyrate on Ryan’s lap “you enjoying that?” I leaned back feeling his pecs on my back.

Groaning in pleasure I push back, feeling Ryan’s warmth wrap around me – I sunk down deeper and coughed this time with Ryan’s voice.

Getting out of the chair I stretched and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom “Damn! Ryan I love you…”

Looking good…

I’m really impressed with these new suits Adam, its amazing what they can do now.

I remember only a couple of years ago you either had to get yourself a suit bigger than your real size or diet like hell to fit inside a slim-skin.

With these new suits it doesn’t really matter what size you are just pull open the mouth and climb in! Sure the suit will be huge as you were a couple of hours ago but as you can see from these measurements you’re back to Kane's natural size.

Now get Kane’s clothes on and get out there, I smacked Adam’s new butt as he turned to get dressed.

Don’t worry about the real Kane, I’ll make sure he’s kept busy.