Caption This (30 Mar)

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It pays to help

I know It’s wrong, but I’ve had a crush on my friend’s dad for the longest time, but it’s just so easy to ‘slip in’ whenever I see him…

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I sighed contently, holding Charles’ shrinking cock. (I felt giddy, I never knew Trevor’s dad’s name until I slipped into here and looked at his wallet! He was loaded! )

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Ever since I helped that gypsy lady, I’ve had periods where I’d feel light headed and pass out, but somehow I’d still be floating consciously above my body.

It was way freaky the first time, I’m 16, and they did say in sex ed that our body would be going through changes, but I didn’t really pay attention and wasn’t sure if this was normal, or not, but scared, I immediately ran, (er, hovered?) to Dad’s room.

I could see he had his girlfriend over, and I’m not sure what they were doing, but they were both breathing heavily, and I called out to Dad over and over but he wouldn’t listen, so I reached a shaking hand over and tried to tap his shoulder, and next thing you know, everything goes black for a moment and when I open my eyes, I’m on top of dad’s girlfriend, and… oh my… what is that wonderful feeling?

I bit my lip, and let out a moan.

She giggles, “I know you’re enjoying yourself big boy but that doesn’t mean you can stop!” and with that she wrapped her legs tighter around my back pulling me closer, another deep moan escaped my throat, it didn’t seem like my voice but I didn’t care, I lost all control and let my instincts take over. I began biting her neck, and squeezing her chest, all the while thrusting in and out slowly with my new, bigger, cock.

After a while I begin to feel a stirring in my groin, and I bite my lip to try to stifle it, and I can hear Christine moaning too, as her crotch began to tighten around my member, and with one final thrust I release my seed, letting out one final moan; a cheeky grin creeping across my face.

We were both panting, and as I lay there, my shrinking cock slowly pull out of her. “You’ve never been so vigorous before! What’s gotten into you, Tom?” Oh, I must be in Dad’s body?

If only she knew.

Protection, la segunda parte

by Slick Psych

 

A year has passed since I became the man that I was always meant to be. I stretch my glorious body under the silk sheets and look over at my clock. 9AM. Perfect.

I tease my cock with my beefy fingers.  Somewhere in there, the essence of the first Juan watched through my piss slit, admiring my handsome face and now hairy chest.

 

 

I rub the fur on my chest, realizing that it must have been about 3 months since my last waxing. I take my iPad from my bedside and make a note to myself to schedule an appointment with my stylist in France next weekend. To myself, the god of a man I have become, I say: “Buenos días, Juan. Espero que hoy sea un buen día. Por otra parte, cada día es un buen día- Yo soy el directorde esta vida y mira lo que han hecho en en un tiempo tan corto..”

Caption This (23 Mar)

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Try Before You Buy

I pushed open the front door and walked in as quietly as I could, although there was really no need to worry as all the party goers where pretty much out of their heads. People lay asleep in chairs and corners snuggled up in each others arms. I smiled to myself as I glanced around the faces; all familiar but I was looking for someone in particular--Flynn, and I knew where to find him--exactly where I left him last night, the bathroom.

Gym Bulk

Caption This request form 2nd March 2013

(story request for pic 1. how about a kid admires the body of a hot muscle guy, and the muscle gut offers the kid a trial trade. they would also have sex with each others former bodies, and there could also be the possibility of an on-going thing, maybe the body builder would offer to work out in the kids body to make him big also)

I had been going the gym for years but all it seemed to do for me was keep me slim. I could never build muscle and I always looked like the shy skinny kid at the back of the room.

Caption This (16 Mar)

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Requested by Anon, from the Caption this (23rd Feb)

I sat on the bench near the local high school and contemplated my position as I looked into my cupped hands; same job, same life--it really kinda sucked.

Glancing across the field I watched some teenagers shouting excitedly; two guys--had to be football jocks looking at their size--and a handful of girls.

"Go long Nate," he shouted as his friend ran down the field. Nate caught the ball easily and sprinted the remainder.

Nate turned and jogged backwards. "Come on Adam, what is it? Too fast for you?" Nate taunted. Adam sprinted down the field and tackled Nate to the ground and the two tussled for a while neither wanting to let go of the ball.

Finally Nate wrestled free with the ball and got to his feet. Adam looked up at him, and tipped his head. With a grin Nate threw the ball bouncing it off Adam's head. With a growl Adam sprung to his feet tackling Nate again; they struggled falling to the ground as the rest of the friends gathered around jeering and shouting.

Adam pulled Nate's shirt over his head trapping his arms, with a jeer he pinned him to the ground. Nate slipped out of his shirt and jumped to his feet and growled flexing his biceps, he jump on his and ended up sitting across his shoulders. A girl  took Nate's hand pulling him to his feet. "The winner," she proclaimed as he clenched his hands above his head--*a fine specimen* I thought to myself.

Looking at my watch I knew I had to get back to work. Reluctantly I walked over to the shop, and looked at the small ads in the window.

Not sure what made me do it, but the small note seemed to be talking to me. I rang the number, a girl’s voice answered and I mentioned the advert, and she told me to wait for a moment as she put a hand over the mouthpiece.

I turned and watched the teenagers; a girl cupped a hand around Adam's cheek stroking it gently. I bit my lip and returned to the advert reading it again. Moments later another voice came on the line--a guys, it was a little breathless but confident. I mentioned the advert, and to my surprise he told me he could come over right now and talk to me about it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and jumped--it was Adam. Behind him was Nate and some girls; he smiled. He pulled Nate forward putting an arm around his shoulder. "Saw you watching us," he said under his breath and slapped a hand on his friends tight chest, "...If you're calling about the advert," he taps his finger on the yellow card in the window, "then I think I can help you."

I felt uneasy surrounded by the teenagers, but the glitter in their eyes suggested that there was something unusual about them--not your typical students.

Adam and Nate flanked my sides and jostled me around the corner behind the shop. "You like Nate?" Adam asked, I nodded a reply blushing a little. "Do you mind Nate?" Adam asked, with a smile Nate shook his head and started take the remaining clothes off his toned body--it was a fine package.

Adam turned to his friend and pressed his open hand against Nate's chest--he glanced back at me and smiled. He mumbled something under his breath and Nate's form phased out of focus and softened. I gasped as Nate's body appeared to be drawn into Adam's hand, revealing a fully clothed older man where Nate used to stand. "Thanks Adam, it’s been a blast--see you next time?" the man said shaking Adam's hand and left.

I blinked in disbelief. "What happened to Nate?" I stuttered.

"Oh, best you don't ask. I used him to disguise," he paused for a moment, "the other guy."

I nodded to the three girls. "What about them?" I asked.

Adam laughed. "Two bored housewives, and Tony."

"Tony?" I retorted glancing between the three girls.

"Yeah, but I ain't telling who," Adam quipped.

Before I knew what was happening Adam had pushed me to the wall pinning me with a strong hand on my chest. He mumbled something again, and I felt a warmth spread across my body; panicking I closed my eyes.

"Nate?" I heard a soft voice cooed.

I opened my eyes, and felt a chill. Looking down I realised I was totally naked, but it wasn't my body it was Nate's. One of the girls looked up at me and smiled rubbing my... MY heavy pecs.

Adam cleared his throat. "You can enjoy Nate for a couple of days--free of charge. Your timing is perfect; he's going to the prom tonight."

I looked down at the girl hugging me and wondered if it was Tony. "OK cool," I replied still trying to take it all in. I pulled on Nate's clothes and followed Adam out; what else could I do?

As the girls left Adam told them we'd see them later. We returned to Adam's apartment and I asked him if he really looked like the jock I saw in front of me. "No, but does it matter?" he asked. I shook my head; maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask too many questions.

We showered together, which felt strange but somehow natural.
 
It was getting late, and Adam handed me hanger of clothes. "Better get ready, you don't want to keep Sally waiting," he said with a grin.

I started to get dressed, pulling on the black shirt slowly buttoning it up. It was snug and fitted perfectly, better than anything I owned. I pulled on some silk underwear and the black pants. I struggled a little pulling on the waistcoat; the muscles in my back made it a little difficult to reach behind me. Fixing my tie I buttoned the waistcoat and looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, the tailored suit showed off my v-shaped torso perfectly. I felt myself going hard as I looked at the young stud I had become. I pulled on the jacket just as Adam came through the door; he was perfectly dressed in a white suit. He looked me in the eye and grinned as he pinned a flower to my lapel.

"Ready to go... Nate?" he asked. I nodded and we left.

Sunday Bonus: Change of Colour

 

With my powers I was able to transform any person into another; although this meant duplicates of one person running around which caused confusion at times. A far more practical solution was swapping two people, it was the most magnificent of powers. This is the story of how I sacrificed those powers, and changed me in a way that I never saw coming.

Clive was a black security guard. He was British but his parents were Jamaican. His counterpart of the two man team was Mark. A typical northern British man. They would constantly battle with its better being white and its better being black scenarios. One day I got completely frustrated with their arguments that without thinking I used my powers and instantly swapped their bodies right there on the spot. I had been warning them for months and today was the day I finally did it.
Clive took it really well now that he was Mark and he couldn't thank me enough for he had always wished he was white.

Mark now that he was Clive couldn't stand it. He had never contemplated how bad being black would be. He simply wasn't used to it. I would often find him in the toilets trying to scrub his skin from black to white. He begged me to change him back. It wasn't possible. I wasn't allowed to use my powers to put back what had already been changed. When he threatened to kill himself, things suddenly changed in my head. I had always wanted to try being black so I used my powers for the final time and I swapped myself into Clive's body.
I lost my powers with my nice white body. mark was white again and had inherited my powers. Now that I am Clive there hadn't been a day where I have looked back.

Caption This (9 Mar)

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Sunday Bonus: Straight Possession

by CAIN

I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I found myself standing in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror wearing only my gym shorts.

“Oh, good… You’re finally awake.” I said to myself in the mirror. Well, I didn’t say it, but the words came out of my mouth in my voice. Suddenly I thought I was dreaming.

“No, sorry Mr. Graham, you’re not dreaming.”

“So you can hear what I’m thinking?”

“Duh, I am you; well I mean I’m controlling your body right now at least.” Then my body started flexing in the mirror, rubbing my hands over my large veiny biceps, feeling my rock hard abs. “And what a nice body it is. Yep, Ms. Cooper will definitely get good use out of this.” My body said, grabbing my crotch provocatively. “I wasn’t too sure about the gray hair though, but I think it works. But if I want I could dye it and probably look a couple decades younger.”

Caption This (2 Mar)

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They Think its all over….

Well it is (for) now…… I know our body suit below is gutted!

That’s it folks February is over, no more “post-a-day”.
I’d like to thank all of the authors for their time in creating and publishing their work this month. I hope you all enjoyed reading the stories as much as we enjoyed writing them.

I’d also like to thank the readers and visitors to the blog. We wouldn’t be here without you. Please remember to keep the votes and comments coming as they really are an inspiration to us all.

I’m sure we will see a lot more stories to keep us all entertained but only if you get involved some more, give the authors something to work with; some votes, comments and suggestions.