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Winning a New Life

I have always been the small guy. In my group I was the “runt” but would always put up a fight. Being small taught me to be tough and hold my own since drunk guys would always try to pick on me.

A new carnival had come into town and so my buddies and I had decided to go check it out. It boasted it had someone of the most unique shows and prizes you could find anywhere. When we got there it really seemed like a normal traveling carnival. Crappy clowns and kiddy games that were easy to win.

We wandered around and did a few games and just fooled around when we stumbled upon this weird game. I wasn't sure exactly what it was. There was hoops and balls and guns and balloons. But lined up along the wall of the stall was a bunch of studly looking men.

I stepped up and followed the crazy rules and somehow the siren went off signaling I had won. I stood there in shock. I am not even sure how I won since I don't even remember how you played the game. I just did as I was told and somehow won. I hunky guy running the game went over and picked up a guy and handed him across to me.

I held the guy who weighed less than I expected. The guy explained it was a suit and once I stepped inside I would take on his identity. I just couldn't believe it. This tanned buff stud in his jean shorts and black tank was going to be my life. I posed with him braced against me for my last photo as a little guy. I couldn't believe this was real.

My buddies helped me get him to a bathroom where I quickly stripped down and started to work my way into him. His mouth stretched out to take me in and I worked my body into him. After several minutes I was fully in and pulled this studs head up and over mine. I worked his face around until I suddenly could see. It felt so weird, I was taller than before and more muscular. I slowly moved around as it was hard at first. I weighed much more now. After several minutes of checking myself out and getting adjusted I head out to meet my buds.

It was so strange to look them in the eye now and be as big as them. We joked about how they can't pick on me because now I can fight back. I noticed my buddy Drew was not there and no one knew where he went.

We headed out to look for him when I noticed the game stall had refilled the empty spot of the suit I took. In the place of the suit I was wearing was Drew. Standing there with a perfect grin waiting to be won. I didn't realize when I went to play that is what the guy meant by if I won they would get their payment later on. I look at him and he seemed happy and from what I could tell the guy I now was in was also happy.

The next day Drew and the other suits were packed up and taken to the next city with the carnival to give another guy a new life. I am for sure jealous of the guy that get Drew because I have always looked up to him and wanted to be like him. But I am not going to complain about my new life and body.

  

The Other Mitchell – Part 1

Gordon let out a groan as the hot water washed over him. He’d taken a heavy tackle during practice, but he’d returned it two fold, not difficult for a guy his size.

He thought about the shit load of homework that was waiting for him. That nerdy guy he normally passes it off to had given him the slip–little fucker.

As the hot water soothed the ache in Gordon’s shoulder he thought about home, his dad was on the earlies so he’d have to keep out of his way. He had a real nasty temper after working the early shift, even though he was just as big as his dad he’d still beat Gordon for lamest reasons.

The lights flicked off and on. “Black! Get your ass in gear I want to lock up,” coach shouted.

“Well you can just fucking wait,” Gordon muttered under his breath as he started to wash his hair. As he worked up a lather his nail caught a nub of skin–the fuck? He felt it again, and picked at it; part of it came off–it looked like a scab. He touched the spot on the back of his neck, something hard was there now. Slowly he worked his finger around it, and felt it move; he gently pulled at it and then groaned as he fell to the floor unconscious.

Becoming the TA

With the semester coming to mid terms and spring break right around the corner I knew I needed to study and pass my mid terms so I could party all spring break.

My roommate did have other plans and it involved me. He threw a party the night before my biggest mid term and I, being a normal american college student, had to join in and have fun. The party went long into the morning and before I knew it I needed to get ready and go to class.

I quickly dodged passed out people and got in the shower and got ready. Feeling the effects of somewhat still being drunk and hungover I ran out the door running to class, luckily I lived across from campus.

I entered the room and sat down only a few moments before the TA, Brad, walked over to me to hand the test over. "Must have been some party last night you still smell like booze so good luck" he smirked and walked away.

I did as best as I could to take the test luckily it wasnt too many essay questions but I still think I may pull off a C and could make it up with a great score on my research paper.

A few days went by and I waited for my scores, I noticed a pattern all my tests were A's and B's except my last one it was a D-. I was in panic mode and had to figure out a way to fix this and then an email came from Brad the TA. "Hey Nate sorry about your score and such but I would like to meet with you to discus a way to fix that grade before spring break starts."

I immediately replied to agree to anything he had in mind and picked to meet him at his apartment a few blocks from campus. I avoided my roommate and everyone and grabbed my backpack and headed over to his place.

I arrived and it wasnt a bad location and seemed he was pretty well off from the looks of things. He opened the door just in cargo shorts with no shirt and invited me in. The inside was filled with amazing things from what looks like all over the world. I sat on his couch and he got me a rum and coke to drink.

He pulled out my test along with the stack from our class and put it in front of me. "Ok so here is the deal I can change your test score before it is official on friday." He stated.

"And what would I have to do?" I asked.

"Well see you look good Nate and when I mean look good you are hot and girls like you, I was to swap places with you for spring break and live the life of a straight college student on spring break for once." He explained.

"Even if I somehow agreed to it how is it possible and why?" I questioned.

"Its simple I have a way to swap us I found it in my travels in South America. Its a little creature that looks like a snake but has the ability to switch bodies with two people. The locals used it to spy on tribes and when surgery is needed for people and they would swap with people who can withstand pain." He continued.

Brad explained this creature to me and said he had been swapped in South America in a a ritual when writing a paper. He was given the snake creature as a gift from the elders as long as he didnt report it back to others what he saw or anything.

Basically this guy wanted my body for the week of Spring Break where I was heading to Cancun, I know its a typical college trip but hey drinking and partying with others my age is always fun.
I sat and thought about it and figured a week wouldnt be bad as Brad plus he looked pretty good himself.

I asked him if there was a catch or something I should know... Like is he dying or something. He told me no just he was gay and always had been and wanted to seen how it was to be a straight boy on spring break in a party city.

As we talked I saw him type on his computer and turn his Macbook Pro towards me, it now showed I had a A on the test and had an A in the class.

I stood up and said lets do this before I change my mind. He walked over to a small cage and took out a snake like thing and had it bite him then walked to me and had it bite me. It felt like a mesquito bite really.

After a few moments and him putting the thing in its cage the room started spinning and I blacked out. I awoke to noises in the bathroom and stood up with a  huge migraine. I walked by a mirror and saw when I moved it was Brad in the mirror, it was really freaky and then I noticed his huge hard on growing down in my shorts. I staggered to the bathroom and opened the door to see my former body naked and jerking off. He was going at it and I couldnt help but watch and was very aroused about it. I then figured out that Brad has a crush on me and now he is me.

He then stopped and motioned for me to come over and give him head. I resisted at first but the urge was great and I dropped down and started sucking my former body. I couldnt believe how great it felt having my former cock in my mouth and servicing it. He then shot a huge load into me and I swallowed like a champ.

He stood up and cleaned himself off and said he had to get ready to leave for the flight in a few hours to Cancun. He explained that he had a trust fund and I wont run out of money or fun during the week. He then said that I have a few hookups that I frequent and should call them but tomorrow head to the bar downtown and have fun.

He picked up my backpack and left me there still in awe of what I just did. I knew I wasnt gay but why did I just do that. It must be his body or something but its my mind here.

I walked over to his phone and saw a few messages about going out tonight from some guy named Kyle. I decided it wouldn't be for a few hours and headed back to the room and stripped off the clothes and started jerking off. I was thinking about this chick named.... umm Kyle. Wait Kyle that cant be right, oh yes sexy Kyle and his huge cock and tight abs and skater style like Nate. I shot a huge load everywhere and had a huge mess to clean up.

Thats the moment I knew I would like being Brad. I cleaned myself up and got dressed and headed out for the night.

That night I met up at the club with Kyle and started drinking. Brad sure could hold his booze but I knew it was getting to me and after several hours I was feeling it. Kyle walked me home and came in with me and stripped down to nothing and laid in my bed waiting. I stripped down and got into bed with him. We started massaging the other and then he wend down on me first. This bj was awesome and I couldnt believe how it felt. I decided to head down on him and start giving him the best head ever.

He pushed me away and flipped me over and I knew what was going to happen next. Brad didnt tell me he was a bottom in the gay scene and that night Kyle fucked me hard.


All week I went out and partied and couldnt believe how much fun the gay scene was for spring break. I didnt hear from Brad at all and just decided he would talk to me on monday after class. I saw him come into class staggering in looking still drunk after partying. After class I met up with him and he said he cant go back to his old life I can keep all his money and everything and be finishing my degree this year while he will stay as me.

I was shocked and outraged. I grabbed him and demanded to be swapped back and he told me its not that easy. We swapped but the snake would have to swap us back and he wont agree to it and snuck into his old apartment and hid the snake somewhere to prevent being swapped back.

I watched as my body walked away and he put his arm around Jennifer this girl I had been trying to get with for a while.

I guess I am now stuck as the TA but the brightside is that I am liking my new lifestyle and love the fact just this semester and I will have a degree and be done with school.... plus his accounts well lets just say its a lot of money. :)

Sleepover

by Erick S.

“Well I guess we’re finally going to find out who’s boyfriend has the biggest cock!” said Emily, grabbing a hold of the bulge in her pink pajama bottoms.

“Ewwww!” said Megan, “That feels so weird! Well I know my boyfriend has the biggest muscles!”

She proudly puffed out her chest and flexed her biceps. She threw on a Yankees cap he’d left at her house a couple of weekends ago and flipped it to the side.

“Come on, Jess,” she said, “Let’s see what Bradley’s hiding under that shirt!”

“Uh... don’t you think that’s kind of weird?” Jess said, “Like, walking around with our shirts off?”

“We’re boys now, duh!” said Emily, “Come on, take it off!”

The girls practically ripped the shirt off of Jess in a fit of giggles.

“Ohh,” they drooled, “Looks like all that training he’s been doing for baseball’s been doing him some good. God, Jess. He is so cute!”

“Yeah,” said Jess, looking down at her flat, exposed chest, and trying to give it a flex, “I guess he’ll do!”

“Oh my god, you guys,” said Emily, “This has been the best sleepover ever! Emily, you’ve got to get more of this body swap stuff so we can start planning who we’re going to be next weekend!”

Tight Fit

by Erick S.

“You sure you’re OK with this?” Clayton asked, standing behind his friend, Roland, “Gonna be a tight fit.”

“Yeah,” Roland said, “I’m sure.”

“I appreciate this so much, Rol,” Clayton said, placing his beefy hands on Roland’s shoulders, “Giving me the chance to be in your body this weekend to try and get with Dan. Don’t know why he always looks right past me when we’re hanging out. Too busy checking you out, I guess. Heh.”

“Well you can have him,” Roland said, “Don’t know what you see in him, but my body’s yours for this weekend to do whatever you want with him. Just like I promised. Not backing out of it, OK? You’re my best bud, Clay, and I love ya. There’s literally no one else I would let do this.”

“Thanks, Rol,” Clayton said as he wrapped his arms around his friend in a big bear hug.

He massaged Roland’s back for a moment, getting it to loosen up a little bit, and then he started to inch himself inside Roland’s more compact frame. It was definitely going to be a tight fit. But with Roland’s full cooperation, Clayton was able to slide all the way in, filling up every last inch of space within his friend. He let out a groan and cleared his throat.

“Hello? Hello?” he said, testing out Roland’s voice, “Oh wow.”

He twisted and turned his torso in the locker room mirror and watched Roland mimic his every move flawlessly.

“Don’t know if you can hear me, but definitely can’t thank you enough, Rol,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “Dan’s going to love this!”

Made You Better

by Erick S.

“What did you do to me?” Chris turned sharply away from the mirror.

“I... made you better,” Ryan said, “I thought you’d like it.”

“Made me better?” Chris turned back to his reflection, staring at a face he barely recognized as his own.

“Yeah, you know. You always said you wished you had better skin, and you didn’t like your hair, and you wanted to be a little bit taller...” said Ryan, “And I guess I made a few other improvements, too.”

“You know, Chris, I always had a feeling that I wasn’t good enough for you. I always caught you on Tumblr looking at these perfect male model guys. Always gawking and commenting when some stud walked by. You promised me that I didn’t have to look like that, that looks didn’t matter to you. And now you’ve made me into this,” said Chris, “Just change me back.”

“I can’t,” Ryan gulped, “You know that. I have to wait until --”

“Until the next fucking full moon?” Chris yelled, “Jesus Christ! And how long is that going to be? Another month? Another month I have to go around looking like this?”

“I’m sorry, Chris!” Ryan felt himself starting to cry, “I really thought you’d like it!”

“Obviously I’m not good enough for you,” said Chris, “And you sure as hell don’t deserve me now that I look like this. I’ll see you in a month, Ryan, so you can change me back. And that’s the last time you’re ever going to fucking see me.”

Sunday Bonus: Vacation, Part 2

By CAIN

So I found myself tagging along with Jeff to our class, some boring class about anatomy or some bull shit, I couldn’t really focus, all I could do was sit in the back of class, Jeff sitting next to me, and look down at my arms while I slowly flexed them over and over. I watched the vein on the bicep pop up more and more with each flex. I started to rub them, kinda turning myself on. Then I got to thinking about Janice and how I was gonna rock her world tonight, which was weird for me to think, being gay, but for some reason, it felt right in Tony’s body. In fact, it seems I take on most of the personality and intellect of the bodies while I inhabit them, so yeah, this class was boring, I could only think about flexing and tonight with Janice, since it had apparently been almost a week since I got laid last. And according to my memories, Tony doesn’t believe in whacking it, so I had a pretty good load built up in these massive balls stuffed in my tight designer jeans.

Anyway, the class went on for an hour and a half, I lost track of time as I absently started flexing my abs and rubbing them under my shirt, then I slowly moved my hand lower and lower until I was feeling the bush around my hard cock (no underwear), then I felt the root, then I felt all the way down to the tip, halfway to my knee laying tight against my huge thigh. I found I was cut again, just like Jeff, but I had a huge mushroom on it, instead of nicely tapered like Jeff’s was. And let me tell you, fuck was this beast thick! I wonder if Janice will be able to take it tonight! Fuck it, I’ll make her take it and make her scream so loud that the dorm shakes, just like I do with all the chicks I bang.

I glimpse over at Jeff with my hands still down my pants and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You know you want some of this Jeff!” I say to him and smirk, “Fuck you dude” he says in a forced whisper, “You need to get focused and pay attention to this shit, it’s going to be on the test dumbass.” For some reason him constantly calling me a dumbass kinda made me feel superior, I know that doesn’t make sense to normal people, but for Tony, being dumb was a good thing, because smart people were losers who were always trying to please other people, Tony only looked out for himself, and besides, I was smart where it counted, in the gym and in the sack!

Well, I figured I might as well make some effort to pay attention, so I pulled out a notepad and started taking some notes, or at least I tried to. I ended up taking about 5 minutes of notes before I started doodling pictures of myself naked and fucking chicks with big tits. I drew little cartoon bubbles with them moaning so loud, juice coming out of their tight pussies as they squeezed my monster dick tight, and me saying all sorts of nasty shit, calling them worthless whores and telling them I’m going to tear them up so deep with my huge fuck stick. Suddenly I felt a smack on my giant deltoid, I turned and saw Jeff looking at me all mad like, “Dude, shit, I’m so sick of having to tutor your dumbass just so you can pass this shit. At least you’re paying me well with the clenny, whinny, and bolde.” (Types of steroids apparently, easily running a few hundred a month) “Anyway, class is over, I’ll go over the notes with you when you get back from the gym tonight”.

Now, the normal me would feel bad for imposing on Jeff like that, but then, the normal me was smart enough to pass a basic anatomy class without too much trouble. So as Tony, I didn’t give a shit, I paid Jeff well to get me through my classes, and he knew it. When he first started rooming with me a few years ago, when we were both 18 year old freshman, he was about 5’9 and maybe 150lbs. He was now about 6’2” foot tall and easily 225lbs, where I started at 6 foot and 185 and now I was 6’4” and 250lbs. So he knows he owes a lot of that to me, and I keep him well paid through my trainer contacts.

Well, we got back to the dorm, and I put on my gym outfit, a tight cut off shirt, a school hoodie, and my Nike shorts and size 14 blue and white Jordans. Yeah, I free ball in the gym, I can’t stand feeling this beast all cramped up in that compression short shit. Sometimes I even get hard when I see a banging chick over in the cardio area, and well, let’s just say I give everyone a nice show in my shorts. I grab my workout shit, gallon jug of water, pre-workout, post workout protein, then I go into my room, open my bottom drawer and take out some vials and syringes. I mix up my juice cocktail and inject it into my right ass cheek, which is tough with it being so rock solid, but I manage. I grab a tissue and dab the little bit of blood that comes out. I look at myself in the mirror and flex a few times, gradually faster and faster, and then I roar at myself, like I do right after I shoot up each time. “Fuck I’m solid, I’m massive, I’m the shit, ain’t no one who’s bigger or badder than me!” I say to myself in the mirror. Somehow I can tell if Jeff is overhearing me in his room, he’s probably rolling his eyes, but fuck it, you gotta get psyched before the gym or else what’s the fucking point, right?

So I head over to the campus rec center. The gym isn’t too packed at 7 at night, so it’s easy for me to get in and get my work out on. A couple of regulars hit me up, talk up my size, and ask for advice or a spot. I give them a little help when I can, but I toss them one of my cards to hire me to train them if they need more help. Fuck if I’m gonna give away my expertise for free, right? I go through a chest and arm exercise, finish off with some squats, I’m still feeling pretty pumped almost two hours later, so I head over to the cardio shit, not that I need to do cardio, but fuck it, it’s a great way to pick up some numbers for later! And in fact, shortly after I got on the bike, I have this sweet looking honey walk over to me, ask if she can feel my biceps, and she giggled shyly and said how huge it was. Fuck yeah it’s huge, I work this shit all the time, I told her. I work all my muscles, I said to her with a wink. She got the idea, and said, well if you’d like to meet up sometime for drinks, you should call me. Her name was Tamara, not that I gave a shit, I just figured she’d be another easy lay after I finished with Janice tonight. Fuck, speaking of, I need to get home and get ready for my night with Janice.

I leave the gym and get back to the dorm room, Jeff is there playing Xbox in the small living area. “So you got time to go over the notes?” He says. I look at the clock and see I’ve got a half hour before Janice will be over. “Sorry bro, Janice will be here soon, I gotta get ready for our night tonight. We don’t have class until 11 tomorrow, we’ll go over it before class, cool?” “Yeah, whatever. I guess that’s cool.” And he goes back to playing Call of Duty.

I make my way into the shower, vaguely remembering I was here just a few hours ago in Jeff’s body. Then I started thinking about my body and wondering if everything is still going smoothly while I’ve been gone. I almost didn’t remember being anyone but Tony, so it seems the longer I stay in a body, the more I start to take on who they are. I’d have to keep that in mind. So I concentrate hard and in a few seconds, I find myself at home, sitting in front of my TV playing my Xbox before bed like I usually do to unwind from a long day. As far as I can tell, nothing is out of the ordinary, I’m freshly showered, in my bedtime gear, and all my clothes are set aside for tomorrow. Satisfied that everything is fine, I concentrate again and find myself back in Tony’s body in the shower just starting to lather up. Wow, seeing this body naked makes me even more aware just how huge I am all over. I feel myself getting hard, but I quickly smack it down “No no, big Tony, save that for tonight!” I say to my hard cock, giving it a quick playful tug.

I finish up in the shower and walk naked to my bedroom. I really do like being naked, especially since I know it gets Jeff all riled up. Yeah, secretly I knew Jeff was bi, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself – and I’m cool with it, so long as he doesn’t hit on me, but I love teasing him as much as I can, gives me a huge ego boost to know a dude almost my size gets off on my body. I get into my drawers and pull out another tight gray T shirt, get another pair of nice fitting jeans that show off my thighs and ass from the closet, a pair of clean socks, no underwear of course (it only gets in the way), and grab my fancy boots I like to wear when I hit the bars. Just as I finish getting dressed, I hear Jeff let Janice in. Perfect timing! “Yo Tony, Janice is here, you ready?” “Yep, be out in a second!”

I walk out of my bedroom and I see Janice and I’m instantly sprung! She’s wearing this nice little black number, showing off her thighs and cleavage nicely, fucking big ass tits just waiting to bounce along with the rest of her as she rides my dick. I’m pretty sure she can see the outline of my cock in my jeans as it gets harder and harder. I quickly grab a light coat to cover it up, not that I’m embarrassed; I just don’t want to scare her off before I’ve slid my snake in her snatch, right?

So we walk and talk to the bar around the corner from the dorms. A lot of the students go here to get a little tipsy and then take their latest conquest home, which was exactly my plan too. Thankfully Janice wasn’t a student, I’ve found that a lot of them talk to each other, and while none of them complain about my skills in the bed, they all seem to not like that I dump them after I fuck them, but like my old man said, keep them wanting more. So while they’re telling their girlfriends about me being a dog, those same girlfriends are like “Well how was he in bed” “Fucking amazing” they’d say. And so a campus legend was born right in my tight jeans!

We drink a lot, more her than I of course, but not too much, cuz last thing I want is for some bitch to accuse me of rape. After I can tell she’s getting a good buzz going, and she’s feeling up my thighs and biceps as I drink my beer, I decide to take the next step. I play the gentleman and walk her back to my dorm, offer for her to stay over the night on the couch, but they always say, why don’t I crash with you? So I let them, works every time!

It’s probably about 11:30 by now, and Jeff is crashed out, I think, he’s in his room at least with the door closed. As soon as we walk in the dark bedroom, Janice has her hands all over me and is making out with me hardcore, I can help but get sprung to full mast. I undo her top and start massaging her breast, sucking on the nipples, making her moan in ecstasy. I undo her skirt and lick her body all the way down to her juicy pussy. I fucking go to town on that shit, and I eat her out like some porn star pro – keeping in mind as a gay dude, I’d be repulsed by this and never did it in my life, but for Tony, this was as natural as breathing. She rips off my shirt and returns the favor, I do love having my nipples played with, turns me on big time. I look down at her as she undoes my belt and pulls my jeans down as my hard cock springs up almost smacking her in the face. “Holy shit!” She cries, “I didn’t believe the stories, but you really are huge everywhere Tony!” But despite her petite body, her mouth can take a good half of my cock, and what do you know, she’s an expert cock sucker! I can’t believe she’s hitting all the right spots, making me want her more and more.

I kick off my jeans and boots and she kicks off the rest of her clothes and shoes, and we fall on the bed, her on her back and me holding myself up as I put on a condom, and I slowly slide into her tight little pussy. Shit she is really fucking tight, at least for my dick she is. I take my time, pushing in an inch at a time, then pulling it all the way out, then another inch, pulling it out again, then another and another. Soon, I’m all the way inside her, and I can feel her body vibrate with electric anticipation. Between the alcohol and the feeling on her clit, she’s practically high, like she was on drugs. I have to say, the feeling of her pussy around my cock is a huge turn on too. I can remember Tony’s previous conquests and none came close to this feeling right now.

I pump into her faster and faster and she’s moaning louder and louder. She grabs my pillow to cover up some of the noise and I just have to laugh to myself, “Baby, you can be as loud as you want, make the neighbors know how much you want this dick, hell, tell my roommate how much you love me fucking your pussy!” “Oh Tony, yeah, I fucking need that dick baby, oh fuck, it’s so fucking huge, I love you pounding my pussy, pound it harder Tony, faster and harder, oh yeah, oh yeaaaaahhhhhhh!” By this time, I already made her cum about three times in about a half an hour (once when I was eating her out). But I had a shit load of stamina, even though I hadn’t fucked a chick in a week. We kept this up for a good hour, I could tell she was loving it, but was getting worn out, so I figured I better wrap things up. I get myself closer and closer to the edge as she claws my back, I swear she’s drawing blood as deep as she’s scratching me, but that’s another turn on too. Soon I feel myself getting closer and closer, I can’t hold back anymore. “Fuck Janice, oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum baby, here it comes!” And in a few seconds, I feel the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. I had no idea a dude could cum so much and feel so fucking high from having sex! This was fucking incredible and I never wanted it to end.

I pulled out of her when I was spent a good minute or two later, and whipped off the condom, tossing it in the corner. I rolled over and pulled Janice on top of me, holding her in my strong arms and making out with her as we enjoyed the post-sex afterglow. Soon, I could hear her snoring lightly lying across my massive chest as I started to slow my breathing and drift off to sleep myself. I gotta admit, this was one hell of a vacation, and I was starting to think I never wanted it to end! If I got stuck as Tony, I wouldn’t mind that one bit, and why the hell not? I’m huge, I’m hot, and all the chicks want me, what’s not to like? That I’m dumb as shit? Fuck that! Who needs brains when you can get anything you want just by being big and intimidating? Yeah, this was exactly the kind of vacation I needed from my crappy boring life.

February Bonanza

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Caption This (23 Feb)

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“Your neighbour is the man who needs you” (E. Hubbard 1856-1915)

by Nemo

The sound of the door-bell interrupted the two young lovers, just as things were beginning to get interesting. Their quiet Friday night in was proving more exciting than they'd originally anticipated and it was with a small sigh of disappointment, that Matt drew back from Drew and began to sit up. His progress was arrested by Drew's quick reactions. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Matt by his T-shirt drawing him back down for a passionate kiss, before the doorbell rang again and the two men reluctantly parted.

"Coming" Matt yelled as he disentangled himself from Drew, who was making half-hearted playful attempts to keep Matt with him on the sofa, grabbing at Matt's shirt. He extracted himself from his boyfriend's clutches and headed for the door. He stopped a second to check his fly was closed and then opened the door.

He was greeted by the familiar but far from welcoming face of his neighbour, Janice Roberts. Janice had never made any secret of her dislike of having a faggot for a next door neighbour, but had never been blunt enough to say so to Matt's face. Instead she relied on a lifetime's carefully honed skills of put-down's and backstabbing to make her feelings known to the neighbourhood.

"Well hello Mrs. Roberts. How can I help?" Asked Matt. She sniffed audibly and made a small grimace. In her mid-40s but trying to look 10 years younger, she hated anyone suggesting she was getting old, which was why Matt took every opportunity to rub in the fact that he was a good twenty years younger. Since he was only being polite there was no way she could overtly take offence, but they both knew the point Matt was making.

Janice glanced over Matt's shoulder to where Drew was stretched out on the sofa, his shirt half undone, with his washboard abs on display. "I hope I'm not interrupting you and your... friend?" She asked Matt, managing to make the word friend somehow sound synonymous with 'whore'.

Matt forced a smile. "Not at all," he replied "we were just having a quiet night in. But what can I do for you?" he asked.

Janice drew a set of house keys from her clutch bag. "I'm away this weekend to visit my mother. And my husband," again Janice managed to use one word to convey another, this time the word husband sounded like moron "has forgotten his keys and isn't home from work yet. Could you hang on to these until he gets home?" she finished. "If I hang on any longer I'll miss my flight."

"Why sure, Mrs Roberts." said Matt, once again gently stressing the Mrs. "Anything to help a neighbour. Just tell him to call by, when he gets home."

"I'll send him a message to that effect. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going." said Janice as she turned to leave.

"Bye now." said Matt, closing the door on her departing back. He watched her head back inside her own house, lost in thought for a few seconds until he realises Drew had come to  stand beside him and was running his hands over Matt's shoulders. "God she is such a Bitch, I don't understand what her husband sees in her." said Matt as he watched her load her car with her bags.

"Don't be too hard on the guy." said Drew "I hear she's got all the money and has him tied up in some watertight pre-nup." He began to massage Matt's shoulders, digging his fingers firmly into Matt. Matt made small noises of pleasure as Drew's hands worked their way down his back. As his hands moved towards Matt's butt, Drew leant forward and began to nuzzle Matt's neck.

Matt watched as Janice locked up and got in her car. As she pulled the car out, she had a clear view of the two men standing in the window and the look of disgust on her face was barely disguised. Matt raised an arm and waved goodbye, a wide smile on his face. He waited until she was out of sight and then turned to Drew and led him back to the sofa.

"So where were we?" Asked Drew as he laid down on the sofa.

"Wondering why Mike Roberts is still married to that Bitch." replied Matt.

Drew sighed "I told you, it's not as straight forward as it seems. Now can we forget about Mike for now and just concentrate on the two of us?"

Matt sat back and laughed slightly bitterly "Now who's trying to make out things are simpler than they really are?"

Drew sat up. "You really want to do this? Now."

Matt nodded "Yes, now. Janice is away all weekend, if we can't talk about it now, when can we?"

Drew looked like he was going to argue and then he deflated slightly and nodded. "OK, you win."

Drew sat up straight and dug his fingers forcefully into his neck, he pinched and tugged hard for a few seconds before finding the edge he was looking for. He pulled it sharply away from himself and with a gelatinous sound, Drew's entire head and neck came away in his hands.

In it's place was revealed a more mature but no less good looking face. Now with a slight touch of salt and pepper at the temples of his cropped hair and a extra few laughter lines at the corner of his eyes, it was the face of Mike Roberts. Mike sighed and looked down at Drew's empty eyed face in his hands.

Matt reached out and gently took Drew's face out of Mike's hands. He held it up so Mike could see it, "This is not the man I fell in love with." Matt said "You are, Mike." He paused a second and then continued. "Drew was just a shell I made for you to hide inside, so we could be together without fear, but he was never who I wanted to spend my life with, that was you." As he spoke, Matt reached and and stroked Mike's face. It still slightly sticky from the adhesive and sweat and Mike's hair was matted flat, but that didn't bother Matt, as he leant over and kissed Mike. The slight smell of latex might have put another man off, but Matt was used to it from his job as a make-up artist. Truth be told, it got him kind of turned on.

Mike closed his eyes for a few seconds and then as Matt pulled away he opened them with a sigh. "Baby I understand, I really do, but we've been over this. She'll take me for every cent I've got if I ask for a divorce. I know money's not everything, but I've spent the last decade building my business up and she'll destroy it just for the hell of it. You know what she's like. What do you expect me to do?"

Matt looked at Mike for a second and then without saying anything, he reached behind the sofa and pulled out a box about a foot high, wide and deep. He passed it to Mike without saying anything. Mike took the box, a slightly puzzled look in his face. He set the box down on the sofa and opened it. Inside was another mask, but this one was of a face that was horribly familiar. Mike looked with a stunned expression at a perfect replica of Janice's face and looked over at Matt. Matt smiled at him, "You know, I think there might be a way I could get Janice to instruct her attorney to give you a 50:50 split in a divorce". A slow smile, spead across Mike's face as he contemplated a future free from the mistakes of his youth, with the man he loved, the neighbour he needed.

in the army now

I am in a rut, Classes were dragging me down and work was doing just as bad. I hadnt got any girls or guys in a while so I decided to do what all college students do for hookups, craigslist. I posted on there looking for just some fun for either a guy or girl.

A few hours later a guy replied and we started chatting and decided to meet up. His name was Joe and 21. We met up at a bar and started drinking, this bar was close to my condo so it was perfect. After several drinks we were pretty drunk.We started to walk home and were hanging on eachother like best buds. During the walk we went into a wooded area and Joe turned to me and goes "Chris why not just fool around right here and get warmed up on out walk." We walked further into the woods and found an abandoned shack and went inside. It hadnt been used in years and we both tore the others clothes and started in on the other. After about an half an hour we both decided to relax and just lay there. We talked for a long time I told him about my boring life and school, he told me he was in the army and was just home visiting before he gets deployed again to Afghanistan. He was in the military police and was just to patrol the bases and such. I told him his life sounded exciting and I would love to be him and have a life that I could be running around the world. He then said he wished to have a boring life for a while.
We felt something bite both of us at the same time but nothing was around. We figured it was a sign it was getting late and we walked back to my condo. He had a duffel bag with him and said he would leave tomorrow afternoon from my place to head back, he told his family he left earlier today.
When we got to my house we both just passed out in my bed, i didnt even realize how tired I actually was from drinking.

The next morning I heard some noise from my bathroom and thought it was just Joe getting up and maybe getting ready to leave so I rolled over to my other side. Then I felt like someone was shaking me and I woke up to see myself staring at me. "Look I dont know what happened but this is amazing and now we can have the others life" He said excited. "Now you need to get ready and head out to the airport to fly out"

I walked over to the mirror and saw my new body, a body of someone who worked hard to get it and is being deployed to Afghanistan. He then pushed me onto the bed and started sucking me off. I was feeling different feelings in his body, everything was a new experience and being blown by my former body was just crazy to see and arousing. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot and couldnt believe that the new sensations I was feeling.
I decided to go down and see how I would do in his body blowing my former body. I couldnt believe how my body looked and how it reacted to what I was doing.

After we finished I put on my new uniform and looked in the mirror and snapped a photo. I was excited to see my new body and everything. We decided to look for a way to swap back but in 6 months when I would return from Afghanistan from being on active duty there.


I left and headed out. It wasnt long before I got to the base and settled in. I decided to jerk off a little and dream of what is next to come.

NEW HIRE

by Erick S.

“Kip, huh?” Bernie broke the uncomfortable silence, “That your real name?”

The kid stood across the register from him, obviously uncomfortable and unsure how to answer.

“It’s OK,” Bernie continued, looking over the kid’s resume, “You don’t have to tell me your real name. A lot of the guys I hire go by their stage names. Ever worked in a store like this?”

“No, sir,” the kid said.

Still, Bernie had to admire this kid stumbling in off the street, resume in hand, looking for a job. He was cute, no doubt about that. He should have been applying at some of the bars and restaurants in the neighborhood, if he knew what was good for him. The guys would eat him up. He’d make a killing in tips. But here he was, in Bernie’s adult toy shop, nervously looking around, wondering what he’d gotten himself into.

“Ever shopped here before?” Bernie asked.

“Yeah, I guess. A couple times,” Kip answered.

“Really?” said Bernie, “Never seen you in here before.”

“It was just once, maybe. With some friends,” he answered, hoping to move on to the next question.

“I dunno, Kip,” Bernie deliberately put the resume down, “I got this position open, but you ain’t got much experience.”

Bernie saw a look of defeat in the kid’s eyes.

“Please,” he said, “I just need a job. I moved here with my boyfriend and now we’re not together, I just moved into this shitty studio apartment down the block, I don’t know anybody here, and the only way I can afford to stay is if I get a job and start getting paid today.”

Kip clearly hadn’t meant for all of that to come spilling out. But Bernie smiled. Maybe there was something in this kid after all.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off, Kip?” he said, “The guys I hire here work with their shirts off. In their underwear sometimes, if they want to. Just part of the job. Not a problem, is it?”

Bernie sensed the hesitation, but Kip let out a deep breath and stripped off his shirt. He just needed a job.

“Wow,” Bernie said, genuinely impressed, “You work out?”

The kid had a cute face, sure, but his lean, toned, athletic body was really a surprise. Bernie licked his lips. This was exactly what he’d been looking for.

“Yeah,” Kip replied, “A little. Just try to keep in shape.”

“Well, Kip,” said Bernie, “The job’s yours if you want it. You can start today if you want to start making some money.”

“That would be amazing,” said Kip, and Bernie noticed his adorable, charming smile for the first time. This kid was quite the lucky catch.

“Just some paperwork, then,” said Bernie, “Why don’t you flip the sign on the door to ‘Closed,’ and we’ll go back in the office. Then I’ll show you the ropes.”

Kip did as he was told, and Bernie led him through a heavy black curtain to the back room of the store.

If Kip had known what was good for him, he would have ran the second he saw all of the suits. A whole rack of them. On hangers. Fully-detailed skin suits, most of them younger-looking guys with athletic bodies like Kip’s. But Kip couldn’t run. He could only stand there in shock as Bernie came around and pulled him in from behind.

“See that over there?” Bernie forced Kip to turn around. There was a skin suit slung carelessly over the back of a chair, “That was ‘Jake.’ One of my best suits. But suits can only last so long before they get a rip in them, or they start getting loose, not fitting right. See?”

Still keeping Kip tightly pulled in against him, Bernie used a free hand to lift the suit off of the chair. Across the abdomen, there was a sharp gash, not like a skin wound but like a piece of fabric that had gotten caught on a sharp edge.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Kip yelled, struggling against Bernie’s hold, “This is fucked up!”

“Nah,” said Bernie, calmly, “Sorry, bub. No way I’m letting you go. Knew you’d be perfect the second you stepped in the door. If you’d stay still for a second, we could get this over with real quick.”

Bernie still had Kip firmly pressed against him, and Kip started to feel an intense warmth building up between their bodies. He started to feel like he was melting, or that Bernie was melting into him. Like Bernie was coming inside of him, inch by inch filling him up from the inside. It wasn’t right.

Soon Bernie was all the way inside of Kip. He let himself catch his breath before turning around to face the full-length mirror on the back wall.

“Very nice,” he smiled, making Kip’s cute face light up.

He tugged carefully at the sides of his mouth and began to slide Kip’s face over his head. He checked out Kip’s body with his head on top and did some flexing. That always gave him a kick. Then he pulled Kip’s face back up and realigned it with his own face underneath. It was a great fit. Nothing like a fresh new suit.

“Well, Kip,” he said to his reflection, “The customers sure do miss Jake, but I think they’re going to love my newest hire. What do you think?”

He fixed his hair in the mirror and gave his body one more glance-over before heading back out into the store and making sure the black curtain was closed tightly behind him.

As he flipped the sign on the front door to “Open,” one of his favorite customers walked in.

“Hey,” Bernie said with his Kip voice.

“Thought you guys were closed,” the customer said.

“Nah, just out to lunch,” Bernie said, loving how his customer was not-so-subtly checking out his newest body, “Need any help?”

“No,” the customer said, “Just need to pick some things up for tonight – You new here? Thought Bernie said he’d be in today. Never seem to catch him. Suppose that’s what he’s got all you guys here for, eh?”

“Yeah,” said Bernie. He always found it best to play it as minimal and low-key as possible for the first day or so in a new body. After that, things started coming easy.

“Well,” the customer said, “Tell him I stopped by the next time you see him.“

“I will,” Bernie smiled, “I definitely will.”

Tebowing Cena

Continuation of Tebowing: http://maletransformation.blogspot.com/2012/09/tebowing.html

It has been months since I got to take over Tim Tebow. It is amazing to be in such a great football player. There has only been one big problem, I never get to actually play. I figured being as good as I am I would be starting every game but instead I am the backup and never get to play. I at least get to stay with the team and work out which is nice. I just want to get on the field and play!

As the season started to wrap up I was getting worried about what was going to happen with me. One day John Cena came to the stadium for a visit. Damn he is a real man. Built, successful, and doesn't take crap from anyone. I really started to think about how I had to be him.

Now that the season is over I know I am not going to be signed back with the Jets. This sucks! I took over Tebow to be number 1 and be a real stud. Now I am in Tebow and going to be without a team to play for. Sure I am still good looking but I really wanted to play football and get more famous.

So I finally made the decision I was going to get Cena and be on top of the game for once. I texted him telling him I really needed to talk and get advice. So we decided to meet at a bar. Not my most favorite place to even attempt to swap with him but I knew I had to. Tebow was heading towards not having a career anymore and I wanted one. After a few drinks we both started to relax and I knew one more and his studly body would be mine.

The last round I got while Cena was in the bathroom and I slipped a powder in his drink. I took the other powder and put it in mine without anyone knowing. We both downed our drinks and I knew I had 20 minutes to get Cena out of the bar before we both passed out. As we left the bar and were talking he made an interesting comment about how he wished he could have the future before him like I do.

I grinned at him and started to try to explain what was going to happen when we both suddenly blacked out. It was about 20 minutes later when I started to come to. I was feeling bigger and realized I was on the other side of the car. I looked over and there was my old body of Tebow.

Cena, now Tebow started to come to and started to freak out when he saw his own body looking back at him. I tried to explain what happened and he just kept telling me to swap us back. To bad for him there was no way to undo this. Once you swap from a body there is no going back. The body blocks you from taking control of it again.

I do feel bad that I took Cena's success but now I am on top. I think he is adjusting to being Tebow and working on finding a new team to play. It took him awhile to move on from being Cena but now you would never realize he wasn't really Tebow. I don't even think he remembers being in Cena before. I do remember while I was in Tebow and at time do miss it. But now I am bigger and more powerful and loving it!

Sunday Bonus: Vacation

by CAIN

There are just times when you feel you need a vacation, you know? Work gets too stressful, home life too tedious, lack of dating options, etc. Basically, my life gets pretty boring sometimes and I just want to get away.

I guess my life isn’t that bad compared to some guys my age. I’m 31, relatively fit, more fit than average I suppose but not particularly ripped or huge, gay guy but come off as straight, good job I’ve had for years, and well educated. But it seems sometimes I have way too many expectations placed on me. I’m the “smart guy” the “go to guy” the “guy who gets things done”. It can all be overwhelming to have so much expected of me on a daily basis.

So it wasn’t too long ago I fantasized about being someone totally different. First it was just a general wanting to be someone else, but over time, I got a little more specific. When I say I want to be someone totally different, I mean quite the opposite of who I am in my day to day life.

Sometimes I fantasize about being a lean effeminate twink, ripped body, tall, pretty face and blue eyes, wearing skimpy underwear and dancing the night away at some night club without a shirt on, grinding up on any guy I can find until my uncut well hung penis (hey, it’s my fantasy, of course it’ll be big and uncut) starts to get hard and leak precum through my undies and onto some dudes jeans. I would barely be old enough to drink, but could get any guy in the club merely with my sexy body and moves.

But then at other times, especially when I go to the meathead gym, I see the guys almost half my age and huge as bulls, thick necks, backwards cap, cut off workout shirts stretched tight across their huge chests, and faces that seem to lack all intellect. When I hear them talk to their equally large buddies, it becomes apparent that they rarely have any intelligence beyond knowing how to lift and get huge. “Yeah dude, you totally rocked your bi’s. Fuck, you’re getting huge bro!” I see them, barely old enough to drink, and bigger than I could get in my life without a lot of “special” help in the form of injectable drugs.

Well, after a time, my fantasies became stronger and stronger. As my life got more dull, routine, and boring, the stronger my fantasies got until I couldn’t help but think about it every time I saw one of these guys at the gym. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to be tall, buff, and dumb, even for a short while, just to get out of my life for a little bit, just to get away and have a vacation of sorts.

One day, I’m sitting there on the bench, taking a break from doing dumbbell bench presses, and I look over and see one of these guys there. He looks to be early 20s, at least 6’2”, huge arms with veins popping out of his black cut off shirt, backwards ball cap, thick neck, looked to be mixed, and a cool tribal tattoo on his huge right calf. I looked over at him as he’s doing arm curls, I see the huge peak popping out as he squeezes out rep after rep and I imagine myself in that body. I can feel the blood flowing into my massive arms, I can feel the veins sticking out against my lean skin, and I can feel the heat from my huge appendages as I complete another 5 reps.

I open my eyes, and suddenly I find myself looking through his eyes. I look over to where I was before and I’m still sitting there, taking a break. Suddenly my old eyes open and my old body reaches down to do another set of dumbbell presses. It’s like nothing happened at all. It’s kind of erotic to see my body working out from another perspective, it actually does look kinda big from here, not as big as the body I find myself, but I can tell my pecs are starting to gain some size, and the way the veins pop out near my shoulders is kinda hot. I find myself actually getting turned on by looking at my old body in my cut off USAF shirt and ball cap. Well in any event, I’ve seen this kid around, never had the chance to talk to him, but I know his routine well enough to know that he does a few more arm exercises and then wraps up for the day. So I decide to go about the rest of his routine and see where this takes me.

A half hour later, I’m feeling pretty pumped and my old body has already gone back to the office, at least I hope he has, last thing I need is to lose my job over my little “vacation”. Or for that matter, I need to figure out what this kid does with his life, hoping that my little jaunt in his muscular body isn’t too long. I concentrate for a bit, hoping to find some clue in my memories. Little flashes come into my head, short term memories first, like which locker is mine, and the combination. Which car is mine in the lot. So I head to the locker room, grab my gym bag and toss on my hoodie, a baggy gray one with a local university logo on it. I grab my car keys out of the bag and remember I’m driving a blue Ford trunk in the lot, to the side over by the trees. I make my way out the door, “See you later Jeff!” one of the trainers, another big young guy, calls after me. So I’m a Jeff now? Hmm, decent name I guess.

I open my truck, toss my bag on the passenger seat, and decide to take a few minutes to get acquainted with myself since I don’t have another class for an hour. Sports conditioning, yeah, I’m getting a degree to be an athletic trainer apparently, and I work a few nights a week at my gym as a personal trainer too for a little extra money.

(I’ve found from several of my vacations that guys like this typically do a little training on the side and tend to do relatively simple jobs. I’ve been a mechanic, a warehouse worker, a stocker at the grocery store, a server at a local restaurant, and one interesting stint as an escort… But those are all stories for another time)

Jeff here was the “smartest” of the bodies I’ve vacationed in, I guess he’d have to be to get into the university he goes to, even if it’s a relatively easy major. Anyway, I took some time to explore my body in more detail, since no one was around me in the lot, I was able to pull my shorts down and see I was wearing some tight Under Armor trunks, black ones with red writing on them. While I was definitely already turned on by my experience, I could tell my new tool was a good size larger than my own, and I wasn’t disappointed. While it wasn’t quite as long as I expected, and I was also cut just like my old body, it was pretty thick, and when it grew to full size, it was the size of a beer can easily, if not bigger. I started to jack it a little as my truck warmed up, and it easily lubed up with copious amounts of pre, I was astounded! Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see two middle aged women walking my direction, they were headed to the little Subaru parked next to my truck. Shit! Well, guess I’ll have to explore more later, hopefully I get a chance to later… So I quickly whip my trunks and shorts back up, wipe my hands on the center console, and put the truck into gear and drive off toward my dorm.

A short while later, I open the door to a small dorm room, the table is covered with empty beer cans, and I can see all sort of protein powders and supplements on top of the old fridge in the small kitchen. There’s a little desk and computer off to one side, and I see another equally large dude sitting on the couch with a girl… My roommate I guess. Fuck, he was even huger, and even dumber looking. Now THIS was the kinda dude I wish I could be!

“Yo Jeff! Sick looking guns bro! Looking pumped. What you up to now? Oh shit, this is Janice. Janice, this is my roommate Jeff, he’s cool, even if he’s a scrawny dude.” He said and laughed. I remembered his name is Tony, “Fuck you Tony, at least I’m passing my classes you retard!” then I laughed. “Yeah, well that’s only cuz you actually spend time on your homework shit, I don’t have time for that when I have to pump these pythons!” He said, and flexed seductively for Janice. She just rolled her eyes and stuck out her hand, “Nice to meet you Jeff, sorry your roommate is a jerk, but hey, he’s my jerk.” I shook her hand and smiled and thought, yeah, that’s what you think Janice, he’ll just dump you after he fucks you tonight and be on to the next one.

“Well bro, I’m gonna catch a shower and get to class, I’ll see you there.” Apparently he was in the same major as me, and a lot of the same classes. I kinda kept tabs on him making sure he actually showed up and paid at least a little bit of attention.

I grab a tight green shirt and Levi jeans from my room, some Timberland boots, socks, and clean Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I strip down to nothing and turn on the shower. I stare at myself as the water heats up. This body is pretty damn nice. My cock has deflated, but even now, it looks pretty thick. I didn’t notice before, but apparently Jeff shaves his balls and trims his bush, so the cock looks a little bigger than it might hidden by a bunch of hair. My stomach isn’t as ripped as I expected, you can see a six pack if I flex it, but when I relax, it disappears and sticks out a bit… Like a small roid gut. The arms are still pretty pumped from my workout and I rub my larger hands over them, then my massive quads, and feel the tattoo on my calves and the other one on my right pec. I never had tattoos, but they do look kinda cool. The one on my pec looks like a dragon ripping its way out of my chest, and like I said before, the one around the calf is a basic tribal thing. My shoulders are like cannon balls and my traps are so huge leading up to my thick neck. I notice my eyes are green and I have a small mole near my nose, nothing hideous, but about the size of a small bead.

The water is finally hot enough, and I decide to hop in the shower and get this body clean. I start at the head, make my way down to the legs, and then as the icing on the cake, I take my hardened cock in my hands, thrilled I have to use both hands on it, and start to go to town. I switch off one handed to rub my pecs and arms. I had to have been going a good five minutes until I hear a pounding on the door “Jeff, quit jacking off your baby cock, we need to get to class dude!” Fuck! I was so close, I want to orgasm so badly in this body, but Tony is right, I have 15 minutes to get to class now, so I better get going or I’ll be late. “Fuck Tony! Shit, I was so close man, what the hell is wrong with you!” “Yeah whatever putz, get your ass moving, you have to hold my hand to class buddy.” Is he serious? Is he really that dumb? “Fuck off Tony, I’ll be done in 2 minutes, go away!”

I turn the shower off, grab the towel and dry off quickly and start to put my clothes on. I style up my hair into some short spikes, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. Fuck I clean up nice! I smile at myself and then I feel a buzzing in my head. I grab my head and close my eyes. I squat down as the buzzing becomes painful. Then the buzzing dissipates and I open my eyes and find I’m sitting at my desk in my office, in the middle of another boring conference call. Thankfully one I don’t have to pay too much attention to. I take a look at my outbox and see that while Jeff was me, everything seems to have gone as normal. My gym bag is in the corner, and I’m in my office clothes.

I was simultaneously astounded by the experience I just had and depressed that it lasted so shortly. But then I got to thinking, maybe it wasn’t a one shot deal? As I heard the call leader drone on about some new product and the numbers to support it, I closed my eyes again and pictured Tony heading to class with Jeff. I concentrated hard, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the backside of Jeff as we were heading out the door to class.

I looked down at my arms in my tight green American Eagle shirt, and felt the massive python in my pants as I thought about Janice and tonight after class and the gym. I couldn’t think about much else beyond that. “Yo, dumbass” Jeff said to me, “Let’s get going, we’re gonna be late dude. You can day dream about fucking your latest chick when we’re in class.” My brain felt slow, and Jeff was right, I couldn’t really think about anything else but Janice, and working out, and fucking in general, I had to admit, I couldn’t think about much else, and I felt the hard lump in my pants easily as thick as Jeff’s but a couple of inches longer. Yeah, this was going to be a good vacation!

Caption This (16 Feb)

Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write.

**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

a hitchhiker's trick

I knew driving home wouldn't be the smartest idea ever. It was late and my work sent me to Sacramento for a weekend training and I stayed later visiting with friends in the area. Now it approached midnight and I had class tomorrow. I headed on Interstate 80 over the mountains and saw a rest area. It was dark and I knew it had vending machines with energy drinks so I pulled it went to the bathroom and then to the machine. 

I bought a monster and headed back to my car. I sat there for a while drinking the monster and letting it set in with the energy in my body, that's when I saw him. He was sitting on a bench in the lit up area with a sign that read "anyone able to take me to Reno?" 

I never pick up hitchhikers but he looked a little younger than I was and possibly in college, maybe he was ditched after a party and couldn't get home. I didn't know why i was so fascinated with this kid. I walked over and said "hey man, I can take you to Reno I am going back near UNR where my condo is." He jumped up and hugged me. "Dude I appreciate it so much I was worried I wouldn't find anyone to take me home and I have class tomorrow." he said grabbing his things and reached his hand out and said "I'm Trevor." I shook his hand said James.

We hopped in my car and started heading back towards Reno and we talked more and more about each other. I told him I was a criminal justice major and he told me he was a theatre arts major and after he gets the degree he is transferring to UCLA for Film.

 

After about 30 minutes I was feeling really tired and not sure why. I asked Trevor if he minded if I stopped and grabbed another energy drink from a gas station on the way. He said why not let him drive and I could rest for class. I didn't know what it was about him but I trusted him that much I pulled over and switched him seats.

Immediately I passed out when I traded him seats and I remember him saying I cant wait to get back to campus with a smile on. When I woke up I was lying in a bed wearing a hoodie which I wasn't wearing when I fell asleep in the car. Maybe Trevor thought I was cold and gave me his sweatshirt to keep me warm, but who's bed was i in? I looked around and it was a dorm room and I was lying in the bed with someone passed out next to me. That's what it was Trevor didn't know where I lived and took me to his dorm and we both passed out. I stood up and looked at my phone that was on the nightstand. I had already slept through my class so no point in trying to make it I would just head to my next one around 4pm.

I walked down the hall towards the community bathroom and i was feeling really light headed and everything was just weird. Some random guy came up to me and said hey man what's going on? how was your trip. I answered "it was good just powered through it." my voice sounded a little odd and how did this random dude know I was on a trip.

 

I went in the bathroom and stopped at the mirror, staring back at me was Trevor. I moved and he moved, i blinked and he blinked. I splashed water on my face and couldn't believe it. I still had to piss badly so I headed to the urinal and pulled his penis out and pissed.

 

I ran back to the room and barged in only to find him already awake and looking like he was leaving with my body.

 

"oh hey uh I was just going to text you but I guess I can tell you, I swapped our bodies because you looked like you had everything figured out and a stable life and you were cute so a win win." he said.

 

"how is this even possible and why me? I mean yes your body is hot and such but I don't know anything about you to even life as you" I yelled.

 

"look bro you will start to remember everything about my life in the next hour or so, but I will fill you in You are Trevor a theatre major and gay. And on top of that you also make porn to pay the bills and make a living. FYI" He snapped back.

 

We talked for a bit and I was worried about the gay part since I had never been with a guy let alone wanted to be gay but now I am in the body of a gay twink porn star. He left shortly after saying if we decide to swap back we will keep in touch but he didn't want to be seen with a known gay theatre kid around, could cause rumors.

My new phone vibrated and it listed a place and time for a new shoot. I didn't change really since I knew it wouldn't matter and my body basically knew what to do. I headed to the location for my first time being a gay porn actor. I walked in the building and headed up to an office. I was told it would be a solo shoot and sat on the chair and started in. My body went into cruise control and I sat watching porn on the screen. My new body shot several times and was ready for more.

 

After I finished my scene the director walked up and handed me an envelope filled with $5,000 for the shot. The said tomorrow I need to come back and shoot a full length porn and be the bottom slut. I was pale but this was my new life and I needed money from what I got from Trevor's memories. This was Trevor's only source of income that paid for college and fun times, he also owed some money on credit cards and such so I would have to work a lot to get everything paid off and graduate.

I was scared of my new life and wasn't sure what would be happening next but I headed back to my dorm to clean up and rest for tomorrows big shoot.

A Valentines Wish

I had always struggled to find true love, in fact I had struggled to find love at all. At the age of 30 I had just about given up on finding anyone to spend the rest of my life with. I had had a long term relationship of around 8 years plus plenty of girlfriends and even boyfriends. I had now adopted the attitude of, “been there done that.”

That was until I found a new web site that allowed me to create the perfect “Virtual” partner. It allowed me to choose the basic shape of a person and adapt their physical and mental attributes to suit my needs. I suppose it was some kind of weird science project because I was allowed to use scanned images to create perfect bodies. At first I was scanning in long luscious silky smooth legs and big boobs.

But I soon realised that it was not the women that were turning me on. I searched my archive of photos and began to select favourite parts of my friend’s bodies. I scanned in Alex’s feet, Jamie’s legs. Ryan’s torso, Alan’s arms and Tim’s hands. I left the face and intimate areas until I knew who to pick. The face couldn’t be someone I knew, and I wanted to make sure I had the right sized dick. Googling a few images to find perfection. It didn’t really matter though, nothing was final.

I found what I considered to be perfect and hit the create button. Sure enough the program did exactly what it said it would and merged all of the scanned body part images together. I did a few more tweaks… Technology had also advanced over recent years and it allowed me to install holographic projectors throughout my home the Virtual partner allowed me to project my perfect partner anywhere I wished.

I had begun to desire him more and more. During every waking hour we talked, chatted and had fun together. He was perfect to me in every way. I had given him the name of Anthony and called him Ant for short. He even slept in my bed. But that’s all he did do, sleep.

Since he wasn’t real, I couldn’t feel him or touch him. He had no smell and we couldn’t enjoy meals together. There just wasn’t enough. He wasn’t real. I couldn’t introduce him to my friends or family, he couldn’t leave my house. That was no life for him or me really.

There was the odd erotic occasion where he would project himself around me, giving me a temporary false identity that was horny when he did that, but again, it was still me that was in control with him just mirroring what I did.

I longed for more – much, much more. I wanted it, I needed him. I wished there was a way to make him real. For him to become my boyfriend and find true happiness, love each other forever and get married. That was my ultimate aim and it became my dream. I am a firm believer that dreams come true.

Valentines day was fast approaching. I knew what I was going to get for Ant. I had seen it days earlier and today was my day off. I had seen an ancient ornament in the window of one of the weird shops in one of the back alleys in town. It was a cupid. Since I had created him, I knew he would love it.

On valentines day, he woke me up with a kiss. I reached under the bed and got out the massive ornament. At that moment as I handed it to him, I forgot he couldn’t hold it. It fell on to the bed. However as I handed it to him, and it dropped through his hands; I made a wish.

“I wish you were real”

At the same moment, a tear seemed to form on Ant’s eye. He made a wish too.

“I wish I was real”

At that moment, the cupid ornament seemed to wake up. A bright white light shone from its eyes and into our eyes. Ant’s body began to glow with the same white light. He slumped down on to the bed with what I can only assume was exhaustion.

I reached to shake him and check he was ok. To my amazement he was more than ok. He was alive. He had become real like in my dreams and our wishes. The cupid had some amazing powers.

Finally, we got to do all of the things we had practised so many times to full enjoyment… He loved me, he truly loved me and i loved him even more.

Old Friends

by Erick S.

I lightly ran a finger along my torso, feeling my muscles contract and reconfigure themselves underneath skin that was tightening with youth. My body was glistening. I turned to see Geoff watching me from the doorway.

“Now we match,” he said.

“I haven’t felt like this in years,” I said. My voice was liquid smooth.

“You haven’t looked like this in years, either,” he grinned.

Even when I was this young before, it wasn’t like this. Somehow, now I had the body of a young, athletic model. Lean and tight. Toned in all of the right places. I hadn’t even seen my face yet. I ran my tongue along my teeth. I brought a hand up and felt my cheek.

“I didn’t believe you,” I said to Geoff.

“Do you believe me now?” he laughed.

It had been one thing when this young kid showed up at my door, claiming to be Geoff. I wondered what sort of practical joke I was being set up for. But then he started talking about things that only Geoff and I knew about. Things that had happened many, many years ago when we’d first met in college. See, things were different back then. Geoff and I had feelings for each other, but we could never have pursued them. It wasn’t until we were both old and gray when we finally met again. The feelings were still there, even after all that time.

The longer this kid sat in my living room, the more I saw Geoff in him. There were certain mannerisms, and something in the tone of his voice. And yet, I couldn’t make myself believe the story he was telling me. A “youth potion” couldn’t possibly exist, could it? It couldn’t be that easy.

“Will you at least try it?” he
begged me, “What harm could it do?”

It could do plenty of harm, I thought. Who knew what was in that bottle that this random kid who showed up at my door was asking me to drink? But there I was, bringing the bottle to my lips.

I can’t explain the warmth that filled me after that. It was like I could feel the years slowly melting away and lifting off of me. It felt like I was glowing. I wanted to watch it happening. I felt Geoff help get my shirt off. I didn’t have a belly any more! I laughed deliriously. As the transformation started to slow, I was able to stand myself up. I felt unsure on my new legs and supported myself on the wall. I stayed there for a moment, examining the details of a body that I seemed to be inhabiting, but was completely foreign to me.

“I believe you,” I said as I caught my breath and my heart rate returned to normal. Even the blood coursing through my veins felt new.

“There’s no one in the world I would rather have shared this with,” Geoff said, coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I gave him a kiss. The sensation on my new lips was electrifying.

“Now we can really do it,” I told him.

“Do what?” he said with a beautiful smile.

“Spend our lives together,” I kissed him again.

Even though we were both young again, looking at each other through different eyes, and seeing different faces, the love we had for each other was still there. Just like it had been for all of those years before. But now, it felt like we had all the time in the world.

Following Lautner

I finally got into Taylor Lautner. I knew following him around and acting like a paparazzo would help me learn more about him. It took a few months to get the plan in place on how I was going to get into his body.

Finally the day had come. Taylor was out by himself running errands when I decided to make my move. I followed him taking photos really getting his upset. That was part of the plan, I needed him to get mad at me and attack. As soon as he came at me and pulled back to punch I grabbed his fist. I had him where I wanted him. I stared him down as I held him fist making him powerless. He struggled trying to get free but couldn't break my grip. He started to panic as he felt himself getting weaker as he continued to look me in my eyes. Suddenly we both fell back and when I came to I knew it was done.

I had swapped our bodies. Damn spending all that money was worth it because now I am loaded. I picked up Taylor's or should I say my phone and called the cops. Told them about how this sleazebag paparazzo had attacked me. He was so confused as to what had happened, and ended up telling the police he did it. After letting him spend the night in jail I told the police I wasn't going to press charges on him. I think losing this great hot body and amazing life is going to be punishment enough for him. Now he can see me all around town and remember what he use to have.