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If you don’t feel up to writing a story, post some ideas *for this picture* and perhaps one of the resident authors will take up your challenge.
A story idea could be a nerd swapped places with a jock because he thought he had the easy life but it turned out he was wrong. Or the same concept with a father swapping with his son.
ReplyDeleteDad to son's age. He can change the other players clothes at will. The dad fights with his change from straight to gay then back as he morphs the others jocks.
ReplyDeleteMy idea is:
ReplyDeleteLeft Medic is looking at ways in plain sight to forget rugby player installed shock absorbers and anti-shock device inside the suit from this concussion injuries rescued without causing other viewer's attention
When no ones looking the medic jumps into the players body and possesses him
ReplyDeleteDamn, now I've really screwed up.
ReplyDeleteI've always been jealous of my older brother. He's so popular and strong and I'm just a little kid. He's 8 years older than me, so he treats me like a real jerk. But then I found the spell that changed everything.
I recited the spell yesterday and my brother and I suddenly traded places. I was ecstatic, but he refused to accept what had happened. His attitude didn't last too long though.
But now I'm starting to think that maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. My brother's football team had a practice game today and I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. Now I've gone and injured myself and I'm out for the rest of the game.
Fortunately this medic says that I should be fine for practice on Monday, but I don't know what I'm going to do. We have a big game next week, and if I can't figure out how to play football by then, I might be in real trouble.
Maybe I should just give up and swap back...but if I do that, my brother would punish me big time. And I'd really hate to give up his awesome body and life too...
To be continued?
Nice start Jake.
DeleteThanks!
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This has been the roughest week of my life. Between school and practice, I'm completely worn out by the end of the day. I can't help but treat my brother the same way he used to treat me. The funny thing is he's acting more and more like a kid every day.
The big game is tonight. I was planning on switching back with my brother before it, but I've worked so hard this week. I think maybe I'll wait until after the game.
Part 3
Man that game was awesome! A close game like that always gets the adrenaline pumping if you know what I mean!
Me and my bros went out to celebrate our victory and it was the greatest night ever! It's gonna be back to practice tomorrow, but Coach said it would be a lighter one after our awesome win today! I really wouldn't mind a tough practice, though. Football is what I live for! I just hope my kid brother isn't too annoying tomorrow. He can be such a pain sometimes.
I can't believe i failed again.Ever since i swapped with Brody I thought being him would be easy as Fuck but no i almost lost the hottest girl in school ,I still can't even play Football and getting Brody grades higher wasn't a cinch.Mean while Brody in my Body just made the weightlifting club after he pumped up my body and he's even smarter then he was in his .And now on the biggest game off the season i lost the winning goal and just got my ankle sprained 'Hey kid you okay''Someone said I turned to see a paramedic with a blue shirt and cargo pants on and a White and blue hat covering his blond hair he was cute and seemed better looking then Brody was 'No i think i got a sprained ankle ' i assured him He turned to his helpers ''I need you to get me a stretcher stat '' He said . He moved laid me on my back ''What's your name son'' He said as he laid a bag off ice on my ankle ''It's Brody sir what's yours '' I said 'My name is Brice'' Brice said .
ReplyDeleteThat was a nice name Brice I thought really hard that maybe this guy would be easier life I looked around no one was looking ''So Brice mind if i borrow your body for a while ''you said ''Sorry what Brody'' Brice said , you didn't listen to him you put your hands on Brice chest and used your powers to switch body's and immediate a small white beam shot out of Brody mouth and into Brices.
The transfer was completed and i was now Brice '' Hey Brody what did you do to me ''Brice (in brody)said''Not Im not Brody any more im Brice and your Brody '' I said in my new masculine voice ''Wait no fair give me my body back now i was trying help you please give it back''Brice (in brody) whelped, 'Not a chance man I feel awesome in your body now'' I said ,just then the helpers came with a stretcher and helped Brice on as he started to scream ''THAT ASSHOLE STOLE MY BODY SOMEONE GET HIM HELPPP!!!! PLEASE''Brice (in brody)screamed ''Ignore him guys he's just some sad kid who lost the game anyways'' i shrugged the helpers loaded Brice (in brody)into a ambulance and he screamed some more ''WAIT YOU ASSHOLE YOUR LOADING THE WRONG PERSON YOUR SUPPOSE TO BE LOADING HIM ''Brice (in brody) Finaly they closed the door and he went off.
Now you finally got a better chance in life in this body.
Very nice addition!
DeleteLooking forward to reading more from you in the future ;)
This is the first time I managed to come up with something for one of these >3<
ReplyDeletePart 1
"AH SHIT, what's the damage?! Is he gonna be able ta play?!"
The coach has been barking this over your shoulder for the last minute as you test Sean's leg. Just as planned, its becoming less and less solid, beginning to feel hollow and floppier in your hands. You hadn't expected the concoction to take effect during practice; a random collision seemed to end with your target, quarterback Sean Hannes "injuring" his leg. Sean himself seems to be going more and more out of it, shaking his head in confusion, muttering incoherently.
"Its not good, I gotta take him to the nurse's immediately!" you call back, immediately starting to lift one of Sean's sweaty arms over your shoulder. Coming back up, you realize he's gotten a lot lighter, and you feign heavy lifting so that no one suspects, and start to slowly drag/walk him off the field, needing to get him somewhere safe before he completely hollows out. The coach's loud curses and barkings of new plays follow you out as you charade your way back to the main school building.
"The fuck're you...doin'...dweeb..." you hear Sean mutter out dazedly as you straighten up and drag him far easier after you get out of sight of the field. He has to have nearly finished, yet he's still capable of talking. Gotta hand it to a dumb jock to have that kind of blind willpower. You smirk as you carry the fleshy bundle into one of the locker room bathrooms, checking every stall for unwanted surprises before locking the door behind you.
Stripping the football uniform and armor off Sean is extremely easy considering at least 90% of his body is floppy and empty now. Somehow the guy's still held on, his green eyes rolling around, glaring at you in confused aggravation.
"Humph. I would have thought your head would be empty by now, since its not like there's much in there to begin with", you say pointedly. You grab his head in your hands, and lower your face to his, watching his eyes bug out in horror as your lips meet his, and you can feel his head soften and empty in your hands as it deflates somewhat underneath you. His eyes have receded inward, making his boyishly handsome face look quite ghastly, as though he was nothing more than a mask. Essentially, that pretty much is what he is now.
"Well, that and some other things" you whisper, reaching down and grabbing the bulge in his jockstrap, just waiting for something to fill it. After stripping out of your clothes and hiding them in your backpack, you eagerly lift the suit up, admiring all that is, or was, Sean Hannes; the lean, toned abdomen, his broad shoulders, the small nicks and scars on his long legs and meaty forearms, and his pointed, intimidating facial features under his brown crewcut. Yet again, leave it to a dumb jock to blindly drink any sports drink recommended by the coach's assistant. With this you'll be joyriding as Sean in no time, with the seperation serum safe in your apartment for when you're ready to stop.
Part 2
ReplyDeleteYou press the suit against yourself, whiffing the intoxicating scents of grass and sweat. So natural and masculine. You kiss Sean's empty neck affectionately, and begin to slide your arm into the seam that has opened in his back. The inside feels warm and slick, yet there's no actual moisture rubbing off on you. Gripping the inside, you stretch the seam open more to slide your legs down into his. The slick inside lets them flow without obstruction until your feet are snug into his size 14s. Immediately, you feel the bones in your foot slide outward, as your flesh merges with the suits, the feeling of the cool tile coming through on your new big bare feet. You wiggle Sean's toes, admiring the tiny patches of brown hair on the knuckles, before yanking the legs and torso upward.
His lean thick thighs adhere to your own quickly, and you feel your own muscles burning and pulsing, expanding to match, his tight, firm ass squeezing shut over yours. Equally fast you can feel your dick get sucked out into Sean's, making you gasp in shock as blood rushes into it, filling it up nice and hard, before going harder, and harder, moving upward in size, blowing a wave of pleasure through you, making you have to grab a bathroom stall for balance. You reach around under the excess suit, and grip Sean's dick through his jockstrap. Its certainly girthier than you expected, but the size increase was just...incredible!
Licking your lips in anticipation, you tug his torso up even further, feeling his tight, cobblestone abs beginning to stick to your tummy. Sliding your arms through Sean's guns, your fingers flowing into his hands, bringing his fingers to life. You shudder happily as you feel the bones in your torso adjust, the musculature of your chest, back, and arms increasing as your stomach flattens and tightens immensely. Using Sean's mildly rough hands, you move them all over your new hard body, feeling every firm, warm crevice, Sean's scent becoming intoxicating again. You finally grab Sean's floppy, mask-like head and pull it on over your own, feeling his chiseled features settle over them. Warm mushing, mashing and massaging feelings move over your skull as it changes shape, pushing to fill Sean's face with yours.
Part 3
ReplyDeleteSomething about it just drives your libido wild, and you grunt loudly in Sean's booming voice, pre beginning to pour into your/his jock. Grinning, you grip his- your dick, and squeeze, moaning lightly a little more with his vocal chords. You peer into a mirror, seeing Sean standing there, gripping his rod through his jock, grinning that straight, white, shit-eating grin of his. You stroke your new prominent chin, unable to look away as Sean's face mimics every expression you come up with. The jock is getting very wet now, and as much as you'd love to play with your new cock, you'll have to get back into your- no- Sean's- er...'your' armor again and get back on the field to pass yourself off as him.
The directions to the serum that enabled this did say that you should be able to have access to the victims very essence, their memories, personality, habits, that you should be able to do so. For some reason when remembering the directions it feels a lot fuzzier and slower than it did before and you can't exactly find the information you were hoping to find in your
head just yet, but you chalk that up as post-change excitement and decide to worry about that when it comes. Pulling on his uniform pants and armor and jersey is a little more difficult than before with your new mass to contend with, but something about each piece feels natural and you automatically seem to know how each goes on.
Well, of course you know, you've been playing for a while, haven't you? No... that isn't right is it? Something feels like its tugging at your mind. You feel as though you've always played football before, and even loved it, but you know this to be wrong. That tugging feeling is increasing, things in your head beginning to feel cloudy and slow. You shake your head, trying to clear the fog, but you can't. To add to your inability to think, your cock's risen right back to full mast, tenting your already tight uniform pants.
"Shit. Shiiit... this wasn't what the directions said would happen. Fuckin' piece'a shit directions! I oughta- I oughta- Hnnngg...", your aggression rises and rises, and it occurs to you that you sound exactly like Sean. The fact you already had his body was horribly sexy enough, but the fact that you're beginning to talk and sound just like him is sending you over the edge. Its then that you realize your fate.
aaand Part 4 :D
ReplyDelete"Oh....no. This isn't - this can't be fuckin' happening. I'm not Sean! I'm NOT!" But you can feel the very things that make you you slipping out, being tugged away under a haze of sports, workouts, plays, sex, and skipping classes. Your new persona grabbing hold of you and warping it into Sean's stereotypically cocky, brash, dumb jock personality. You're on your knees now, beginning to drool, panting and huffing hard, fly open, your envy-of-the-team cock out and pumping hard.
By now, everything that was you, is now completely and utterly Sean Hannes, and with a restrained grunt, you shoot your load. Hot rope after rope of cum sprays the corner of the bathroom floor, and you collapse to all fours, panting like an animal. After a breather, you rise to your feet, tucking your spent rod back in, and trudging over to the sinks to wash your hands. Sweating, you look at your flushed reflection, and look yourself over.
Yep, still fucking sexy. Same green eyes, not a hair out of place, clean-shaved square-cut jaw, same cocky smile, enough to make everyone want ya and everyone wanna be ya. You're remembering more now, the dizziness during practice, getting taken away, stripped, that kiss.
"That fucking dweeb...", you growl, pounding an open palm with a clenched fist. You dunno where the fuck he went to, but he better goddamn well stay there if he knows whats good for 'im. You stride out of the bathroom back towards the field.
"Sean! Sean!" two of your teammates, Jordan and Kyle jog over, calling for you.
"Dude, I thought you hurt your leg? You were out of it wicked bad!"
You scoff, and stride forward to join them.
"Pfft, I'm fine! Like a little fucking trip is enough to stop me? Ya'll know me better than that!" They grin in relief at your condition and you all high five, and hustle back onto the field to continue practice.
That's a nice piece of work Wolf, give me a shout (see my contact page)
DeleteThat is really good. You should definitely post more often! I like the "surprise" at the end!
DeleteCan we please see more of this story? Maybe the protagonist's mind starts fighting with Sean's mind again, maybe during a sexual encounter...
DeleteOne of my all time favorites on this blog!
ReplyDeleteWay 2 go!
Mine too!!!
DeleteI TOTALLY second that! Keep it up....love the ironic ending; a real turn-on.
ReplyDeleteSo, Sean is Sean again eventually? Kinda confuse on the ending, anyone mind explain a bit?
ReplyDeleteIs a great story btw.
Yeah, so to speak XD
DeleteYou, the protagonist became him completely, and as such, can't even remember the suiting or that they were anyone else.
Though, I like to let anyone think of or continue what I come up with however they want. So for all I know, you could imagine that maybe he had let a friend in on the plan in case of emergency and gets rescued, or remembers himself or whatever else X3
Thanks for explaining, Wolf. Your story was great! Looking forward to read your masterpiece again!
DeleteAs for me, I think the ending is juz perfect. =)
Quick Floyd, I'm gonna swap me into Troy while you rest up in Jason the medic.. I've watched the team practices while I've been in Jason and I possibly know the drills better than Troy did or you since you've been in him, given the partying you've been doing between the practice sessions.. I can probably avoid getting Troy all trampled up better.
ReplyDeleteAnyway Jason gets invited to the after match session and you can choose one of the others to try for a while then.. you might be safer as Bull the quarterback even.. and remember he's bullsized all over!
This is probably one of if not my favorite story on the blog thanks to the comments wolf made :)
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