Mark waited for this opportunity since he found out about Dean’s arrival… His brother was sent off to the UK as part of a foreign exchange student program and in return, Dean was sent to live in his house for a couple of weeks.
“The laundry basket is right over there. It’s about time you’d change your clothes.” Said mark as Dean started to strip. He couldn’t get his eyes off of him. “Yeah, as if you don’t-“ He got cut off. His body pushed from behind and fell right in the washing machine. “What the hell Mark?!” He shouted as the machine door slammed behind him. He started to bang his fists on the door. “Mark!” Mark looked at Dean with a smile through the glass door and began to push some buttons in order to activate the machine. Different sounds were made as the machine shook and was filled with a bright light that almost blinded Dean. “MARK!”
When Dean woke up he found himself naked on the laundry room floor, lying on a pile of Mark’s dirty clothes. He grasped his head in pain, trying to figure out what happened, but something was out of order. His hand. It felt bigger. Rough. The fingernails were eaten. His hand was connected to a muscle filled arm which was connected to his body and… wait a minute… Dean leaned to his left to see himself in the mirror but he found Mark looking instead. “What…?” he started to talk but stopped immediately. His voice was now lower and deep. Just like Mark’s voice. “No…” He got up on his well formed legs and came near the mirror. Mark’s face had soft skin and was unblemished. That face was his. “How…?” Dean lowered his look under his thick and wide shoulders towards his muscle filled chest. A bit of hair sprouted in the middle and below it was a formed six pack. During this point Dean couldn’t handle it anymore. He was sure this was some kind of sick joke. He began to search in panic for a zipper to get him out of this stupid costume. He run over all of his massive to find a rip but all he could see was more and more of Mark’s dark skin.
The knock on the door was followed by a familiar voice. “Come on. Aren’t you dressed yet?” It can’t be… Dean took Mark’s old clothes and quickly put on Mark’s warm boxers, his worn out shirt and his short sports pants. The door was opened and Mark came in with Dean’s old body. “Come on already! I rescheduled my flight back to today and I ain’t going without a goodbye kiss from you.” Mark chuckled but Dean couldn’t understand. “What the fuck is going on!?” Dean felt Mark’s voice on his lips. Actually, on Marks lips. “What do you think? I kidnapped your body and now I’m gonna move to England as you with a better chance at life. I thought it would be clear by now.” Dean looked at him with nothing but shock in his eyes. “Anyway, my Taxi is waiting outside, so thanks for everything. See you later or not.” Mark stepped outside bur all Dean could do was look in the mirror, his new life waiting.
Unable to resist the temptation, Brandon would find himself jumping into the body of his boyfriend Tyler. In this case it was on laundry day, where Tyler decided to add the clothes he was wearing into the load as well, taking off his shirt and exposing his smooth, bare back to Brandon as he watched from behind.
Brandon wasn't built, but his chiseled physique said enough about his athletic nature. Tyler, on the other hand, was scrawny, refusing to partake in any sort of extreme physical activity. It would give Brandon much disdain, and that Tyler's stomach was beginning to jut out a little bit added even more to his chagrin.
It would usually be while Tyler slept that Brandon would slip in, but seeing his bare back in this instant fired up Brandon's hormones and with just a few steps forward he felt Tyler's flesh wrapping around him.
He would start working out Tyler's body, doing push-ups or crunches or going out for a run. Anything that would at least keep him fit. But he would never be able to do anything too intensive that would lead to any actual bulking before the arousal kicked in.
Every time, Brandon would bring Tyler to the mirror. He would smile, maybe make a few faces. He would run his hands all over Tyler's body, and moan as he reached below his shorts and give Tyler's cock a good squeeze. It was nice, being able to experience Tyler like this as well as from the outside. In fact, this was the way he knew exactly how and where to please his boyfriend whenever they had sex.
Eventually, Brandon would make his way to the bed. With one hand, he would begin pumping that glorious 7-inch cock that gave sensations that were so different from his own. With the other hand, he would rub Tyler's smooth body, hitting all of the sensitive spots and moaning in ecstasy. And it was while Brandon did this that he realized how good it felt. Tyler wasn't some sort of muscle jock, but it was the slight curves that made everything feel so right. After working up a sweat Brandon would be able to smell the distinct musk that belonged Tyler, a sharp odor that actually turned him on. Usually, Brandon would work his way to orgasm, but instead he decided to put his shorts back on and go back to the washing machine, then pull out of Tyler as if nothing had happened. Nevertheless, the arousal in Tyler's body due to Brandon's play was still there, and Brandon was more than happy to bring the both of them to full climax.
That night, Brandon slipped back into Tyler. He looked down at his lover's body and smiled. No, it didn't matter that Tyler wasn't ripped. This body was just fine.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to work on those abs just a little bit...
Dude! Why do you keep wearing that kid suit when you are a massive bodybuilder? I miss my muscle stud!
ReplyDeleteCool idea, why not expend on that?
DeleteHow would i post a story? From GoogleDocs?
DeleteNo problem, you can send it to me if you want - my email in on my profile page :)
Deletethe guy behind him is dying to have his body used by the kid undressing. the mere sight of him turns on the guy. well he was programmed that way
ReplyDeleteMark waited for this opportunity since he found out about Dean’s arrival…
ReplyDeleteHis brother was sent off to the UK as part of a foreign exchange student program and in return, Dean was sent to live in his house for a couple of weeks.
“The laundry basket is right over there. It’s about time you’d change your clothes.” Said mark as Dean started to strip. He couldn’t get his eyes off of him.
“Yeah, as if you don’t-“ He got cut off. His body pushed from behind and fell right in the washing machine. “What the hell Mark?!” He shouted as the machine door slammed behind him. He started to bang his fists on the door. “Mark!”
Mark looked at Dean with a smile through the glass door and began to push some buttons in order to activate the machine. Different sounds were made as the machine shook and was filled with a bright light that almost blinded Dean.
“MARK!”
When Dean woke up he found himself naked on the laundry room floor, lying on a pile of Mark’s dirty clothes. He grasped his head in pain, trying to figure out what happened, but something was out of order. His hand. It felt bigger. Rough. The fingernails were eaten. His hand was connected to a muscle filled arm which was connected to his body and… wait a minute… Dean leaned to his left to see himself in the mirror but he found Mark looking instead.
“What…?” he started to talk but stopped immediately. His voice was now lower and deep. Just like Mark’s voice.
“No…” He got up on his well formed legs and came near the mirror. Mark’s face had soft skin and was unblemished. That face was his.
“How…?” Dean lowered his look under his thick and wide shoulders towards his muscle filled chest. A bit of hair sprouted in the middle and below it was a formed six pack.
During this point Dean couldn’t handle it anymore. He was sure this was some kind of sick joke. He began to search in panic for a zipper to get him out of this stupid costume. He run over all of his massive to find a rip but all he could see was more and more of Mark’s dark skin.
The knock on the door was followed by a familiar voice. “Come on. Aren’t you dressed yet?” It can’t be…
Dean took Mark’s old clothes and quickly put on Mark’s warm boxers, his worn out shirt and his short sports pants. The door was opened and Mark came in with Dean’s old body.
“Come on already! I rescheduled my flight back to today and I ain’t going without a goodbye kiss from you.” Mark chuckled but Dean couldn’t understand.
“What the fuck is going on!?” Dean felt Mark’s voice on his lips. Actually, on Marks lips.
“What do you think? I kidnapped your body and now I’m gonna move to England as you with a better chance at life. I thought it would be clear by now.”
Dean looked at him with nothing but shock in his eyes.
“Anyway, my Taxi is waiting outside, so thanks for everything. See you later or not.” Mark stepped outside bur all Dean could do was look in the mirror, his new life waiting.
Nice story Lwolf, had something similar in mind myself :)
DeleteThanks man. Means a lot.
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DeleteIt was always the same thing every time.
ReplyDeleteUnable to resist the temptation, Brandon would find himself jumping into the body of his boyfriend Tyler. In this case it was on laundry day, where Tyler decided to add the clothes he was wearing into the load as well, taking off his shirt and exposing his smooth, bare back to Brandon as he watched from behind.
Brandon wasn't built, but his chiseled physique said enough about his athletic nature. Tyler, on the other hand, was scrawny, refusing to partake in any sort of extreme physical activity. It would give Brandon much disdain, and that Tyler's stomach was beginning to jut out a little bit added even more to his chagrin.
It would usually be while Tyler slept that Brandon would slip in, but seeing his bare back in this instant fired up Brandon's hormones and with just a few steps forward he felt Tyler's flesh wrapping around him.
He would start working out Tyler's body, doing push-ups or crunches or going out for a run. Anything that would at least keep him fit. But he would never be able to do anything too intensive that would lead to any actual bulking before the arousal kicked in.
Every time, Brandon would bring Tyler to the mirror. He would smile, maybe make a few faces. He would run his hands all over Tyler's body, and moan as he reached below his shorts and give Tyler's cock a good squeeze. It was nice, being able to experience Tyler like this as well as from the outside. In fact, this was the way he knew exactly how and where to please his boyfriend whenever they had sex.
Eventually, Brandon would make his way to the bed. With one hand, he would begin pumping that glorious 7-inch cock that gave sensations that were so different from his own. With the other hand, he would rub Tyler's smooth body, hitting all of the sensitive spots and moaning in ecstasy. And it was while Brandon did this that he realized how good it felt. Tyler wasn't some sort of muscle jock, but it was the slight curves that made everything feel so right. After working up a sweat Brandon would be able to smell the distinct musk that belonged Tyler, a sharp odor that actually turned him on. Usually, Brandon would work his way to orgasm, but instead he decided to put his shorts back on and go back to the washing machine, then pull out of Tyler as if nothing had happened. Nevertheless, the arousal in Tyler's body due to Brandon's play was still there, and Brandon was more than happy to bring the both of them to full climax.
That night, Brandon slipped back into Tyler. He looked down at his lover's body and smiled. No, it didn't matter that Tyler wasn't ripped. This body was just fine.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to work on those abs just a little bit...
That was really good! Nice story ;) I can't wait to read more by you!
DeleteNice work quookies
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