The Bike

By Gary Travis

Callum was 25, an avid bike enthusiast. He had been since a very young age. He had worked out it was a lot cheaper to run a bike than a car, consequently, didn't have a car license.

He had many many bikes and on his 25th birthday, he bought a brand new bike. This one was going to last him years.

He treated it with so much care and love, washed it often, and polished it every week.

When it was about 6 months old, Callum had decided he needed more in life he needed a life partner. He had never had any luck pulling in the bars. One night as he settled down for the evening he began reading the owner’s manual as he had done many times before.

That's when he noticed some pages at the back of the manual that he had never seen before. The section was called 'bond with your bike'

In brief It stated that if Callum turned the key three clicks to the left a special feature would be activated. It didn't really go into too much detail after that.

It was 3am his bike was locked safe in the garage. But Callum decided that he needed to see what this feature was. He dressed and headed to the garage. He reached his leg over the bike and sat on its seat. He then put the key in the ignition and turned it 3 clicks to the left as instructed. More writing appeared in e manual. It read 'thank you for bonding with me.'

A strange whining noise almost groaning noise started to come from the bike. The bike began to change; first it's colour from black and blue to a beige almost skin colour. It then revved up and stood on its back wheel, throwing Callum off it. Callum stood scratching his head.

The bike continued to transform. The head light split in two, shrank and became two tone in colour. The indicators became larger and changed shape. The front tyre split and spread to the mid region. The rear tyre split in two. Callum then watched as the tyres became feet and hands. The seat became its back; the engine went into the stomach region. The indicators became ears and headlamps became eyes. Slowly the rest of the bike became human; the exhaust was now an arse hole. The petrol tank inlet was now a mouth. All the parts spread around and in only 10 minutes Callum's bike was now a human male.

It was fully functioning; it was obviously a male, quite an attractive male. He winked and smiled at Callum.

Callum read more of the manual. It read 'the change is almost complete. Your bike has bonded with you to become your perfect partner. This man or woman is the man or woman you have been searching for. As it’s the first time, he or she will still feel a bit rubbery/ plastic and cold like metal. But the more you allow the change, the more human it will feel. Until swap 6 it will be unable to talk and will only manage engine sounding grunts. Teach it, mould it your way. You can feed it, take it out on dates, and enjoy life with it.

One final message appeared, to change it back to your bike you must insert your penis into its bottom grab its hair place your other hand on its chest.

Callum’s ideal partner was apparently a man. Callum didn't realise he was gay. That's why he hadn't managed to find anyone; he had been looking for a woman.

Callum let the new man that stood before him, the new man who he had named Tom, he knew exactly what to do and followed him upstairs.

Callum held Tom’s hand, it did feel rubbery, and he could feel the tyres grooves in his hands, but the bond was there, he gave him a cuddle, he was cold. He offered him food, he wolfed it down.

Callum took Tom to bed, we're they simply cuddled and fell asleep.

The next morning Callum woke Tom. Callum got ready for work and they headed back to the garage. Tom stayed naked. Callum did exactly what the instructions said. He got his cock hard, inserted his cock into Tom’s arse. Tom turned his head around and kissed Callum on the cheek. Callum grabbed Tom’s hair then placed his other hand on Tom’s chest. Tom went down on all fours. Callum was sat on Tom’s back his cock had slipped out of Tom’s arse. He was still held onto Tom’s hair, now unable to move. Tom began to transform back into a bike. It took about ten minutes and Tom started the engine and drove to work.

He noticed absolutely no difference, except the bond and an unusual pleasurable pain in his arse. Every time he revved the engine it felt as though something was pushing deeper inside him and as he slowed, it shrank again. Eventually, during the trip, the up and down of whatever was inside him let out a warm fluid. At that point Callum knew what it was.

As Callum got off the bike he saw Tom’s cock and balls sink inside the seat.

'Wow' he thought.

The days went by and the bond grew stronger, along with the appearance of Tom. He now felt human, no more rubber or plastic, he was warm, and now able to talk.

After 10 swaps Tom felt the bond was strong enough he told Callum that they were doing something different tomorrow.

They slept together again, got up, Callum got ready for work. This time, Tom didn't allow Callum to get hard. This time Tom got hard. Tom inserted his cock inside Callum's arse. This time Callum went down on all fours this time Callum's hands and feet became tyres. This time Callum became the bike. This time Callum's clothes covered Tom’s body. This time Tom went to work as Callum

Once home Tom transformed the bike back into Callum. Callum told Tom he was thrilled at what Tom did to him. The bond couldn't get any stronger; Callum and Tom got married and introduced Tom to his friends.

I am Callum, I love my bike so much, I am a bike sometimes in fact every other day I am my bike and Tom runs my life. It's wonderful.

Pussy Story

by Slick Psych

“Damn that was a trip….” I awoke from a dream-like slumber feeling light headed and unbalanced. When I looked up, I saw myself. “What tha fuck is this?” I think, realizing that the perspective from which I am viewing myself is unnatural. 

“Good afternoon sleeping pussy.” The thing inside me said to me while flashing a double bird in arrogant diffidence to me. It continued: “Been nice watching my absolute favorite cat in the world take its afternoon siesta.” He reached out to my face and began stroking it. Without realizing it, I was letting out a soft purr.

“You such a nice pussy,” he continued, his patronizing tone was making me feel relaxed and happy. He never says nice things to me. It seems as though he always hates me. He kicks me with his size 12 Jordans all the time and it makes me feel so worthless. Just staring tat that big foot makes me nervous, especially when he’s wearing his shoes. Wait a minute… this isn’t right….

He slaps my face and I immediately stand up. “If momma don’t throw you out because o your condition, I might just havta put you to sleep myself.”

Put me to sleep? What? Why would master do that?

He stands up and I look at him. He’s such a handsome guy. That face is so sexy to me. It screams that he’s a flirt. I always get jealous when he brings home other pussies and doesn’t play with me. I mean, those other pussies don’t serve him like I do! As he takes off his shoes and I see his feet, I'm compelled to go over and start licking them. I especially enjoy licking in-between his long toes. He seems amused by my affection.

He goes to take off his shirt and shorts. He throws them in my general direction and I immediately pounce on them with alacrity. I love smelling his used clothes. Sometimes, I can taste his cum on his boxers. He goes to the shower and turns it on. I follow him to the bathroom and bounce on the sink adjacent to the shower. He looks at me.

“Ah, pussy wants a peep show, eh? Well, enjoy it kid cause you’re never getting it back.”

 

Get what back? I wonder what master is talking about. As he lathers up his rather long thing between his legs, he looks at it and smiles. Then he turns back to me, before closing the curtain.

“And, if I got my spell right, you will probably never even remember being me. Haha, there’s a reason why Jellicle Cats have many different names. Everytime we go to the Heavy Side Layer, we are reborn. Can’t complain with this rebirth at all!”

I look at him quizzically. Oh well, I love master. Even though I’m not his favorite pussy, he is my favorite man!

A mutual agreement

When I met Travis in psychology class I instantly knew he was in a frat. 
You know the type of guy, always sitting next to his buddies and always being loud in the back.
One thing he always did as well was showing his perfect body and flaunting it to everyone, mainly girls, in the class. 

One day while surfing online at home I found a spell to show his why he shouldn't flaunt his body around without consequences, basically he would be in my beer belly, average looking body and I would have his frat boy body and on the lacrosse team. 

The next day I gathered everything together needed for the spell and headed to class. Our professor had assigned partners for a take home research project and Travis and I were partners... Mainly he picked me because I looked smart and he didn't want to do much work. 

We headed to his dorm and started doing research when he got up to go to the bathroom. I started to put the spell together and do the chant and everything went black... 

Next thing I knew I woke up on the bathroom floor and got up where everything was still focusing like you just woke up from a deep sleep. 
Looking in the mirror I couldn't believe Travis was staring back... It actually worked I am Travis now! 
I walked back into Travis's room, I mean mine and saw my former body just waking up. 
He woke up and immediately freaked out asking what happened and why was he in my body... Then after a few minutes he had a grin on his face, "well if I am in your body that means that my body will get good grades this semester and pass all my tests and keep me on the team" 
I explained that the spell keeps all your memories and basically all the knowledge of your former self when you exchange so we can be the perfect version of the other. 

We made a deal after the semester we would swap back and he would work my body into perfect shape if I got his gpa up by getting all A's 
He left to explore his new life and right after he left I decided to explore this new body that I had been drooling over for a month in class. 

Neil

By Gary Travis

Carl spent 18 months in my former body. I planned to stay as Carl for a while longer yet. I had given him the power to trade. But what I didn't know is that he would choose to become one of Carl's closest friends that were now my friends.

It was months before I knew. He had hidden it so well. Carl read up on the t's & c's and learned of a loop hole, the 2 year returns policy. There was no limit on the amount of times a soul could swap, but it couldn't return within 2 years.

It was 2 years today since I became Carl. 6 months to the day since I last saw Carl with my previous body. Suddenly as Neil, Carls closest friend knocked on the door and I began to stand up my back arched. I knew exactly what was happening. My body was being taken over. I felt the presence inside me of a new soul.

Soon I was floating around and it wasn't long before I found the only lifeless body outside Carl's front door.

Carl answered and with one word, I knew exactly who had taken over Carl.

"Worship" Carl demanded as he led me to his bedroom. I of course did exactly as he demanded like a puppy! I was now Neil. Once the worship was over, I actually realised how happy had suddenly become.

I told Carl this and also said "thank you, for two years I have wondered what it was like to suck on that sausage.

Carl also said "thank you, I have waited two years to have this sausage worshiped by you"

Android

When the technology was finally available to capture souls of people who had recently passed away, The insurance market sky rocketed. There were multiple versions of an insurance policy based around one particular theme. It was easy for the companies to capture souls in, and each policy that was activated made it even easier to capture souls.

New Robotic android bodies were invented and the soul capture device (strangely named SED) was installed in every android body.

The insurance policy could only go so far and there was a monthly fee for it. The policy captured your soul in the event of a death. It didn’t matter how the death occurred, premature, un expected, old age. So long as the insurance company was notified within 24hours of a death, it could capture the soul of the body then use SED to implant it into a new body. At first it was thought it could be used in the bodies of coma victims, bodies that were still usable but mentally dead.

What were the android bodies though. Well that’s where things got interesting. There were not enough coma victims throughout the world to accommodate the amount of policies the companies were selling. Also, it was another way of making money. The generic android bodies were created in the model image of their founder.

People complained. People always complain, but they were unhappy that their new generic permanent body, a  body that could never change, grow, gain muscle, get old, get a sun tan, have ginger hair was their only option. They complained that they had gotten tattoos on their own body and were not able to get their new bodies tattooed, they felt they were due refunds from the insurance company, Even that women would have to become fully functioning men – able to procreate, but when they were a woman, they had a man who was able to procreate, now they had been put into a generic male android – a family suddenly was not possible.

Soon, there were multiple models on the market. Even this was still not acceptable. Even the government expressed its concerns stating that if crimes were committed they had no way of telling which android committed the crime.

Eventually, each insurance policy was sold with “a customise your body interactive package. “ Obviously this bumped the price initially, but soon it came down as more and more people were taking the opportunity to effectively live forever. No one minded. Although androids didn’t need to eat or sleep, they were able too so people still enjoyed going out. People didn’t mind working either and economics were fixed, as people did not work for wealth, they worked for enjoyment. The population was still 90% human and 10% android. This would never change.

The customise your body package was downloaded to your smartphone it allowed constant updates to your insurance body. But during the first run of the application you are greeted with a holographic image beamed from your phone.

The first activation required 5 hours of your time
It created a “dummy” body that must now be edited to each individuals wants and desires. It really was a dummy body. Almost pure white, with no hair or colour in its eyes. It did not even have a gender. It was voice prompted. The first instruction was…
“Please select gender.” I of course said “Male” The beam made adjustments to the image and gave it male features.
”Please select age.” “I said 25” The beam made adjustments to make the body look around the age of 25.
“Please select desired height.” I said “6ft”
”Please select skin tone 1for white – ranging to 20 black.” I went through 5 to 10 and eventually settled on tone 6.

There were multiple further questions and it took hours to go through them all and in the end I had apparently created a body that I would be placed in. It asked further questions, shoe size, eye colour, freckles ideal weight all kinds.

After the voice commands I was invited to examine the body and make further adjustments to it. Like if I wanted dimples, body hair. All I needed to do was say what I wanted and the beam changed the body to suit my wants. That’s what they were, wants, they were not needs, but when I died, this would become my own body and something I had to live with for many many years.

Although I had picked my perfect android body, it was still changeable. At any time I could re activate the program and make adjustments. Things like make my skin colour match that of the guy sat next to me. Or add a tattoo. Make me taller, shorter anything I wanted I could change.
I had made changes almost on a weekly basis. Only little tweaks, but I liked who I was going to be and almost couldn’t wait to become him. I thought I had created the perfect specimen. Insurance was invalid if suicide was committed so I just had to wait it out.

There are droid blogs where people discussed problems, gave advise and discussed ideals with each other. Also, obviously, people saw each other every day and would make further changes to there insurance body.
Eventually after 15 years of waiting I died, naturally at quite a young age. Exactly what the policy was designed for. An SED extracted my soul; my insurance company instantly created my insurance body. The SED was inserted into a steel plug on my insurance body and my soul transferred into the body I had created.

The doctors were there to observe and help as necessary but I had longed for this moment and I was more than happy and more than capable of controlling my new body. Sure it felt heavy at first but it was warm like a real body. It felt real, looked, sounded and smelt real. It was the new me and I was made up.

Cinema

By Gary Travis

It was the young thuggish scallies on the back row that were spoiling the film for everyone else in the cinema. Throwing popcorn around, talking loudly. It was unbearable. I decided to challenge them; I was sitting the closest to them. I went to the back row.

I said quietly, "Excuse me, would you mind being a little quieter so the rest of us can enjoy the film?"

"Sure" the biggest one said, "Why don't you make me? Come back when your arms are like these and as big as these."

He grabbed my wrist and I felt his awesome power. The others just laughed. I snuck away; I was getting really irritated as they had now gotten louder. I then made a decision. I hadn't used my body swapping chant in years. I was happy with who I was which made a change.

“You know what” I said to James sitting next me. “My arms are going to be as big as his, his arms will be mine, in fact his whole body will be mine.”

James laughed and said, "been nice knowing you, I'll look after this guy when he arrives"

"Thanks James" I said.

All I needed was a small amount of his DNA that I now had. His skin and sweat from his hand now covered my wrist.

I said my 10 word chant, and then licked my wrist. I felt my energy leave my body, my mind and spirit travelling through the air leaving my former body dormant and life less.

I travelled around the cinema as my spirit located the DNA of the hot muscular scally on the back row.

My ideal opportunity came as he opened his mouth about to shout something. My sprit form entered his mouth. He froze, his back arched backwards and his friends laughed at him. My sprit travelled down his throat deep in to the depths of his inner body where it met this body's spirit. There was an internal fight and this guys body was shaking and juddering around in its seat. Finally my spirit forced his out following the same path mine had taken and leaving the mouth that was now mine. I took over completely and settled down.

I watched the spirit form of Carl float around the cinema. It was quite funny, it knew what it needed to do, it needed to occupy a body. People were wafting it away from their heads, assuming it was an insect. It finally found a body that didn't waft it away; my old body.

I had conveniently left its mouth open; I saw it vanish inside my former body. No shakes or shudders as there was no fight.

My former body jumped up as Carl took control. Carl turned around to where I was sat.

"What the fuck" he bellowed. He walked up to me, "what have you done to me" He asked.

"Don't know what you’re on about." I replied

"Yes you do, you have stolen my body." He shouted

"Don't be fucking daft," I said to him, " want to take this outside?"

His mates that were now my mates were hysterical

"Yer outside right now." He said.

We headed out and went into the loos, he was livid. James had followed us in.

"Now, now frank,” James said, "what you are saying is ludicrous how can he of done that"

"James give us a minute please" I said and James left.

"Your right, you know you are, you told me to come back when my arms were as big as yours, now I actually have your arms. What you wanted isn’t it? Tell anyone, I'll deny it. Tell anyone they will think you are mad. Accept it and I might give it back in a few weeks when I think you have learnt your lesson and had a bit of fun. But it’s up to me if I don't think you have learned I will never give it back." What he didn't know is that the swaps were 1 way no return within 2 years.

He had calmed down and already he had learned what he needed to do to get his body back. He said "yes master"

I said "worship" and unzipped my new jeans.

He knew exactly what to do and had picked up my sexuality and sucked my cock.

Eventually he came to terms with it. After a year he didn't want his old body back anymore or perhaps he was sick of asking, but I knew it was time to allow him to move on. I told him what he needed to do to find a new body. He turned up once more for worship after that, but I hadn't seen him in weeks. I knew he must have found happiness elsewhere.

Dean

By Gary Travis

The new job I had was amazing. It was poorly paid but the benefits that came with it were well worth it. It was basically sales. Cold calling on businesses during normal office hours. We were selling what every business needs stationery. We always worked in twos; one male and a female. It was easy because we took control of their bodies so that they always said yes and ordered their entire months’ supply.

Basically the company had come up with a unique formula that it had impregnated into our business cards. When two people were touching the card the formula entered their bodies through the pours in their skin. This formula would then place the rep in control of the potential customers’ body. Enabling the rep to use their knowledge of their stationery requirements and place the order.

We had trailed in the office and it worked, but I had my doubts that it worked in the field.

Never the less luck would have it that the first business we called on it was a young man who dealt with the stationery order.

I did my normal chit chat found out his name and who they currently used etc. this lads name was Scott. I had always liked the name Scott. I showed him our deals and then he finally asked for the business card.

First of all, let me describe Scott. He was taller than me probably around 6ft 4. Waves of blond hair, slight attractive stubble around his chin. He had long fingers and a little bit of blond hair growing on each of his fingers he must of been close to 18.

So I got my card out of my right hand breast pocket and reached out to give it to him as predicted he took it and as we were both touching the card at the same time. As in the trials, I drained away from my own body and saw lots of lights. Suddenly I was staring back at myself from Scott's eyes. I felt so invigorated.

My partner looked over at my real body, so did I. Adam she said, and she shook me; completely blank like no one was there. Of course there wasn't my own body hadn't sorted itself from the shock yet. She looked at Scott, she knew it was me in there as I had started to look at my hands, stretch my fingers and clench my fists. She laughed and said suits you!! Can I take your order now please?

I laughed. “Give me a second I feel weird, kind of light headed I don't know if it's the transfer or if it's how Scott is feeling today.” I said

I sat down for a few minutes and suddenly felt fine and was able to access Scott's memories. I gave Tracey the order and it came to about £300. Now there were a few options to get me back to my own body or stay as Scott for a while. I was a little freaked out so wanted to get back to my old self soon.

Switch back happened automatically after precisely 60 minutes that was providing both bodies were still in the same building. It had been 30 minutes now and my own body was back on auto pilot Tracey could manage the day with me on auto now leaving me in control of Scott.

For an instant swap back I would need to get some of Scott's seamen into my own body. Something I wasn't comfortable with and I didn't think Tracey would be happy knowing I had done it either.

Or I could stay as Scott for as long as I wanted. Tracey could take my auto pilot body out for the rest of the day and collect me on the way home, just by entering the building. Auto pilot runs the bodies life for up to 4 days. The boss had told us not to do this. He was unwilling to allow us to stay as them until the system was fully tested!!! But after the 4 days no matter where both bodies are they have to meet for auto switch.

No I needed out. I disappeared for a few minutes, spoke to Scott's boss. I then invited my auto body and Tracey in for a cuppa. I only had to wait another 20 minutes and auto switch would happen. So a brew it was and auto switch back happened just as I sat down as Scott.

Tracey wouldn't do it on her first day out but I was more than happy with it I only became 1 other during that day until 4.45pm when we called into a hydrologic pipe supplier.

Dean was really hairy; the hairs on his chest were peering out of his black polo shirt. He had a tattoo on his right arm he was tanned, really cute, slim but not a stick insect he had skin head but his hair was black. I knew I shouldn't do it and Tracey warned me not too, but I couldn't resist. I handed him the card he touched it at the same time as me, I was instantly sent into him.

Tracey screamed “What have you done?!?!? You aren't allowed to go home as him, not during the week.”

“I'm going to have too now. Dean finishes at 5 so I won't be here at 5.45 as it shuts at half past. Here's the order.” I said.

I have to admit, I was a bit freaked out now at the thought of going home as someone else. That's when I felt an itch on Dean’s stomach and I put my hand under my polo shirt. I felt all the hairs on Dean’s stomach and then felt my trousers begin to tent. I stretched flexed my arms and saw my biceps grow. I got slightly giddy.

Then Tracey’s phone rang. It was the boss. She went outside with my own auto pilot body. I finished Dean’s day at work and left through the front door.

Tracey grabbed me. “You are in deep trouble she said the boss isn't happy at all. He wants to speak to you.” She said Tracey dialled his number and said his boss I have Adam for you.

A voice bellowed “Adam”

“err hi boss” I replied, in my new dirty scouse accent.

“So it's true then you have traded at a time of the day when it's too late to trade back?” My boss said.

“Yer sorry boss I just didn't realise the time.”

“That's a lie” he said, “Tracey told me she warned you. Get in here in your own body at 10 tomorrow. You had better not mess this up. Anything goes wrong and you will have my wrath tomorrow.”

“No problem boss” I said.

Tracey led my auto body to the car and I headed to Dean’s car. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat all the way home, I had my hand on my new stomach as much as I could. I loved being hairy, and with my hands being so rough. God this felt amazing but still freaky. I knew everything about Dean but also nothing so it was an entirely new experience for me tonight. I was going to have to eat, drink, sleep in Dean’s body as well as shower someone else's body. Going the toilet was going to be new too. Was I gay or straight? Did I have a girlfriend or live with Dean’s parents? I should know it all but it's just not getting through from Dean’s mind to my thoughts.

Calm down I said to myself. I was soon home and entered Dean’s house. I slowly started to remember things. Dean lived with his parents. His girlfriend lived there too. But for now I was home alone. I headed to Dean’s bedroom. I decided to explore what I had stolen. It was definitely Dean’s bedroom, such a mess with his clothes everywhere. His girlfriends stuff all neat and tidy in the corner.

I stood in front of a full length mirror with Dean’s memories now fully accessible I knew every inch of Dean’s body from his memories in fact i knew Dean like the back of his hand but I needed to see for myself.

Starting from the top, I rubbed my right hand through my skin head of hair. Again the roughness of my hands and the stubble type hair got my senses going. Some nice blue eyes and plucked eye brows with tanned, designer facial stubble. This guy looks after himself I thought I spotted a scar on my forehead and remembered when I banged my head 20 years ago.

I didn't want to look at my chest I knew it would get me going too much. So I sat on the bed in front of the mirror and removed my boots. Size 9, smelly, well used the sole moulded perfectly to my feet. Next my socks, plain black ones, getting a bit past it as they were bobbly and wearing thin on the heal, a bit moist after a full day at work. I rubbed my rough hands across my feet. There was hair on my toes, dark black hair, but none on my feet. I noticed my big toe nail was long but the rest were short. Instinctively, I raised my foot to my mouth and bit the nail off. I thought it was a bit disgusting but thought nothing else of it after I spat the nail out. I was only doing what Dean would normally do after all.

I then took off my blue work pants, surprise surprise hairy legs. I was beginning to wonder if I was really tanned or if all the hair was making my skin look darker. Looking at my face and feet it was a tan.

I looked at my boxers, white Levi's with a black band, really nice. What next? Boxers or polo shirt? I really wanted to leave the polo shirt till last but it wouldn't be right unless I saved the best part the meat, the treasure till last. I removed my polo shirt. He had either worn it for a few days or he had been working really hard. It stank. I smelled my arm pits. It wasn't me. He must have worn the shirt for a few days. Looking in the mirror again, wow a blanket of hair coving my chest and stomach. I was fascinated by it all; all that was really showing was my nipples. Oh god I thought one thing I hate is a hairy back, I turned so I could see my back. Almost nothing, that's a relief, just a few whispers like men get when they start to grow a moustache.

Finally the boxers. Wow is all I could manage. At first I couldn't touch it. This is Dean’s cock not mine. But it wasn't long till I was stroking it, and then not long again till I was cumming all over the bedroom. Wow again...

I decided to clean up. First I took a shower. It felt strange. And almost as though i wasn't getting clean. I couldn't work out if it was because of the hairs or it was someone else's body.

I got dressed in a nice pair of jeans and casual shirt. It wasn't long after that Dean’s girlfriend came home. Nicole said, wow you've scrubbed up nice. Yet I said I thought I'd take you out for a nice meal.

Nicole got changed and we headed out to a nice Italian. You knew what meal I’d choose; Dean’s favourite but it was also my favourite, but it tasted so different. It was really nice actually. Maybe smoking in the past had killed my own taste buds.

Nicole had drunk an entire bottle of wine, and I had remembered what my boss had said so I hadn't had a drink. We headed home, it was only 10pm and we went straight to bed. I kissed her good night cuddled her as Dean would and fell asleep.

The next morning the alarm woke me up at 7am. I didn't bother with a shower it wasn't Dean’s normal routine, I simply got dressed and headed to work. I was dreading the swap back and the meeting with my boss.

At 9am Tracey arrived with my auto pilot body. The switch back happened instantly. It left Dean a little dazed so we made a quick exit. She drove me to our office where I sat outside the boss’s office for 2 minutes but it felt like an eternity.

I went in. He said 'you know I'm so disappointed in you, not because of the switch but because you lied to me. Consider this your first and final warning. If you do it again there will be consequences and if this lad Dean comes back with anything whatsoever you are through that door, this I a new special project, it still needs tweaking and for you to play around so early just is not on.'

All I could muster was 'sorry boss' and I left wrists well and truly slapped.

I headed out with Tracey. We didn’t get any sales that day. Tracey still wasn't happy with swapping and I couldn't pluck the courage to do it.

The next day was much better 5 orders from Alfie the designer, George the security guard, James the receptionist, Gareth the decorator and Billy the mechanic. I hated being Billy, he was probably a good looking lad it's just he was full of oil and grease. Still it was my last swap of the day and it only lasted an hour.

I went home that night and couldn't sleep; I missed Dean.

During my telling off this morning I had borrowed a copy of the finer details of the solution in the cards. I began to read it. Apparently 4 day auto switch back could be prevented it the 2 were more than 50 miles apart. On the 5th day memories of the host would integrate with that of the temporary occupant. On day 6 the host’s soul will leave the host body and travel to the temporary occupant’s real body. This switch would then be permanent. With the hosts soul now in the auto body it will take control and forget the switching experience.

I had maintained most of Dean’s memories. I knew he was going away in 2 weeks time abroad somewhere I couldn't remember where. I had a plan. If I swapped into him on his last Friday before he went away on the Saturday, I would be away as him on day 5 would be the Tuesday if I booked the Friday, Monday and Tuesday off then no one would know a thing.

I carried on my job as normal for them 2 weeks. I must have been at least 100 different men over them 2 weeks. Tracey did the deals with Dean though she wouldn't let me in. I didn't care, I couldn't remember much about Dean now, but I still had my plan.

Finally the day arrived. My final night as myself I couldn't sleep. I got up early, I didn't even shower. I just got dressed and headed to Dean’s place of work. “Morning mate.” he said in his wonderful accent.

“Long time no see” he said.

“Yer I know, Tracey was dealing with your account. But she is off for a week or so now i thought I would check in and see if you needed anything.“ I said

“Not this week mate” he said.

“Ok well here is my card if you do.” I said

He grabbed it. And he was touching it at the same time as me. I was transferred into him instantly.

Wow I have done it I said to myself. I rubbed my stomach flexed my arms and remembered why I loved Dean so much, the rough hands, hairs, sweet body odour and a tattoo.

I worked all day as Dean sent my auto body home, then went home and packed. I flew out on holiday the next morning.

That Monday I felt so ill as Dean’s memories merged with my own and I became completely Dean. During the night, at around 3 am I let out a big scream and woke up sweating. It was done. The real Dean had left.

New Author - Gary Travis

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by Gary Travis

Traveller - Sunday Bonus (20th May)

Riffling through the guys gym bag I found his iPod, I stuck the ear-buds in and started to listen to what he had to offer.

“Not bad tunes.” I said to myself. Quickly I looked around realising I’d said it out loud.

A beauty opposite smiled, and for the first time I used the guys wits. Biting my lip and giving a lopsided smile, I looked away shyly. When I looked back I could see there was a twinkle in their eye, this time it was their turn to blush and look away; I grinned this guy was going to be fun.

He was a big guy, fresh from the gym, well actually I never had time to shower. When I swapped with him I really needed to get out of there quick after he’d put up a bit of a struggle. I knew he’d remember who he used to be, at least for hour or so before the wash of my memories would drown out any he had. For me it was a lot easier, rather than drowning in the guys memories it was more like a Jacuzzi, warm and relaxing with his memories bubbling up for me to use as and when I liked.

I flicked to the next track, and closed my eyes. I was really getting into the music, breathing deeply. With a jolt my eyes snapped open and was surprised to see the  smiling beauty standing opposite me, a look of lust in their eyes.

Glancing at the reflection in the window I suddenly realised my hand was under my shirt feeling my new cobbled abs, with a smile I continued rubbing pushing the shirt up higher, it’s amazing the confidence you get when you’re using someone else’s body.

I looked up at them mischiefly and smiled. “Like what you see?” I asked in a low voice not bothering to see who else was watching. They gave a slow nod.

With a tip of the hand I beckoned them over; they didn’t need any encouragement.

Taking their hand I guided it to my abs, they touched and pulled away like they were on fire, I smiled and squeezed their hand reassuringly and rested their palm on my abs and tensed.

I watched with a smile as their knees almost buckled, I slipped a strong arm around their waist and supported them. I heard a gasp from the rest of the carriage but I didn’t care.

The train came to my station and stopped, I straightened my shirt and picked up my bag throwing it over my shoulder, I felt my bicep harden and the tightness of the sleeve.

With a wink I left the train only stopping on the platform to look back, I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. With a grin the beauty trotted off the train to my side oblivious to the busy London commuters we left together…

Caption This! (19th May)

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Student Life

I’d been lazy, the new term was starting and I’d not kept up to date with what's going on at the college.

Why should I? It would be the sixth time I’d been through college in one form or another. I knew from experience that college life was a lot of fun, which is why I kept going back.

Trouble was this year they’d stepped up security; after I dropped out of Keith last graduation I never got to hear about the new security passes.

There was no way I could get onto campus to find a suitable ‘life’ without an ID, and it had to be the first day when nobody really knew each other and I could get away with making mistakes.

I was pondering over the problem when opportunity shined on me.

“Pardon me sir,” a voice came from behind me, I turned to see. “Hi, my name is Cameron, it’s my first day today.”

“Ok, how can I help you son?” I replied, looking the 17 year old up and down. He wore a heavy jacket, I surmised he was packing a built body by the size of his bull neck, dark black curls of hair looped out from below his reversed baseball cap.

“Where you off to?” I asked, at which point he pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket.

“Block C?” He replied

“Oh yeah, the student apartments” I confirmed. “Moved in yet?”

“No, just arrived. Kinda nervous about meeting so many new people.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” I slapped him across his shoulders and confirmed what I’d thought, strong and heavy set frame.

I gently parted his unzipped jacket, “Where’s your ID? You have to wear it all the time.”

He looked a bit shocked, but fished out the pass from his pocket.

“They’re new this year, can I see it?” I asked.

He hands it over; it’s got it picture, date of birth and a chip on it. “Cameron O’Neal?” I ask.

“Yes sir, Irish ancestors and proud of it.”

“Kid, you sound like a gift from the heavens.”

I cough, gasp and stumble forward dropping his ID. He naturally opens his arms to catch me. It’s at this point with my head down I shape-shift into his perfect duplicate.

When I straighten up our eyes meet and his mouth drops in shock to see himself looking back.

With a smile I grab his jacket and pull him close, quickly I turn and stuff my own arms into the jacket sleeves. Pulling the jacket closed I bend over lifting his feet off the ground. I can feel his weight on my back, but not for log as I use it against him to force myself inside the original Cameron.

I let out a groan and shake myself, quickly looking around. I let out a snort as feel my new cobbled abs below my t-shirt, “Fucking hey!” I whisper.

With a sideways smile that’s now mine I zip up the jacket and make my way to Block C.

“Hey! HEY! You!” Comes a shout from behind me.

Biting my lip I slowly turn, it’s a guy from campus security.

“Come here,” He beckons me over with his finger. “What’s your name kid?”

“Cameron O’Neal?” I stammer.

He looks me up and down, “Here, you dropped this.”

He hands me the ID that I’d dropped, I nod and put it around my neck.

“Be safe kid, there’s been a lot of strange stuff going on lately.”

“Th..Thank you sir” I reply.

I turn and walk off, ready to start my new life; at least for the next couple of years.

Caption This! (12th May)

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Double this week, choose either picture #1

… or picture #2

The Kidnap

I posed for a photo with Antonio, I whispered in his ear, “Need to talk privately for a couple of minutes.”

He shrugged and followed me out.

“You’ve heard about all these kidnappings and ransoms?” I asked.

“Yeah, kinda worrying.” He puts a hand on my heavy chest, “Good job I’ve got a close friend like you to protect me.” he says with raised eyebrows and a smile.

“Yeah, about that.” Without warning I slap a meaty hand across his mouth and push him back into the darkness.

I let him pull my hand away, “What the fuck are you doing John?” He asks.

With a grin I reply, “John’s not around at the moment, in fact he’s in a deep sleep but I’ll be waking him up in a while.”

With a confused look Antonio asks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I took over John’s body two weeks ago. You were in the restaurant and you asked why I’d taken such a long time in the restroom? Well let’s just say he put up a valiant fight so I rewarded him with a slow and painful possession.”

Antonio’s jaw dropped, “You mean all we’ve done in the past two weeks it wasn’t John?”

“Correct, John would be so upset that you didn’t even notice any changes. I suppose I have played him well, but then it helps that I have full access to his memories - so don’t feel too bad about it.”

With a grin my tone deepens, “So to the matter at hand, your kidnapping. Who would suspect your closest friend to be involved? That’s why I always get away with them, perfect opportunities and perfect hiding places for my victims.”

Antonio, tried to make a move but I snapped my hand up to his mouth again only this time I pinched his nose as well cutting off his air.

His eyes looked up into mine searching for whatever remained of John, but within seconds he fell limp in my hands.

I let him slide to the ground as I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped my jeans. I lifted Antonio supporting him with a single meaty arm pulling him in close, his back against John’s 48” chest.

John looked up, his eyes rolled back as I released my control over him. From inside Antonio’s best friend I reached out through John’s chest pulling Antonio inside his friend.

Regaining control John blinked a couple of times and I rolled my shoulders. I rubbed my abs, “See perfect hiding place,” I flexed and stretched feeling Antonio settle inside, “you’ll be unconscious all the time, so I’m sorry you’ll miss the fun of being inside John.”

I shuffled over to the wall, my jeans still around my ankles. Placing both hands on the wall I braced myself.

John let out a low animalistic groan and with a bit of effort I pulled myself out of his broad back, the same way I’d entered him two weeks ago.

He stood there motionless as I collected my thoughts.

The reason I was inside for two weeks is simple, it takes me that long to train the unconscious mind to respond and bend to my will without question.

I slapped him on his back, “Wake up buddy.” He groaned turning to face me.

“It’s done?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said as he looked down and slowly rubbed his abs.

“I can feel him moving.” He said looking up with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry, he’s asleep and will remain so while he’s inside you.” I reassured him, “Now get yourself dressed.”

I watched him pull his jeans on, then the t-shirt which stretched tight across his chest.

I clicked my fingers a couple of times to get his full attention, “Now go back to the club, you’ll remember the past two weeks as your own memories and have no recollection of ever knowing me or what happened tonight. But if you hear the phrase ‘nail me down’ from any person it’ll be me, so you’ll instantly remember what I’ve taught you.”

He nods then blinks a couple of times looking at me as if I’m a total stranger, with a sneer he pushes past me and returns to the club.

Feeling a little naked, I look around to see who’s available for me slip into.

Caption This! (5th May)

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Moving Story

“For fucks sake, let me at least finish my beer will ya?” Tyler growls.

He prods the unconscious teenager with a finger, who moans a little. “Who is this fuck-wit anyway?”

“Just some kid from my class” I reply, biting my lip trying not to look at Tyler.

I glance over and his eyes narrowed.

“Really, just some kid.” I repeat.

“Ok, whatever. I really don’t have time for this shit. Get your fucking arse over here.”

I amble over and stand in front of Tyler, my hands behind my back.

He rolls his eyes sighing “Turn around.”

I feel him tightly grasp the back of my neck, pushing and guiding me like some kind of rag doll until I’m directly behind the kid. He pushes me up against his arse; I shift uncomfortably.

“Keep still!” Tyler growls in my ear.

Tyler then without warning pushes my head down hard. I close my eyes; it’s all I can do.

I expect to feel a crack as our skulls hit, but all I feel is cold steel against my cheek. Opening my eyes again I blink and try to focus, there is a dull drumming in my head.

I push myself up and look at the hood on the pickup. I shake my head; a mistake as the world around me swims, and I immediately throw up.

Tyler steps back, “Shit.”

My eyes focus on the reflection in the windshield, “Fuck!” Was all I could muster.

Tyler, gingerly walks over grabbing my face in his hand. He looks into my dormant eyes and clicks his fingers a couple of times. “Hey, hey.” He knocks on my head, “You OK in there?”

Suddenly I see him smile as my eyes clear and focus on his.

“There you go, welcome back!” He smiles, “Thought I’d lost you for a moment then. Come find me when you want out OK?”

I slowly nodded and he took another gulp of beer and walked back into the crowd.

Staggering to a quiet corner I collect my thoughts. Could I get away with it?

Today was David’s last day at school, his wealthy parents were moving across the country where his dad had just got a new job in some media company.

My life sucked, surely David’s couldn’t be any worse?

I knew enough about David to pull off a convincing act, besides he told me that he hardly saw his parents.

As for Tyler I don’t think he gives a toss.