Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of three this time.
#1 He was such an easy target, I quietly thought to myself, and now I get Freddie back. Smirking, I back out of the driveway, headed towards a new and better life. ----- I was a penniless reporter working for a metropolitan newspaper and trying to pay off college debts when I met Freddie. Tall, handsome, with an air of excitement always around him, his smile was enough to light up any room. We met at a coffee shop, and almost immediately we found so many common grounds. After dinner that night, he asked to see me again and gave me his number. We were together for about four years after that, and within the first year I move into his place. With Freddie's help, I got my life back on track. Every night had something else planned; dinner alone or with friends, a show, movie at home. It was pretty easy to fall in love with him. Until "he" came along. Harry was a coworker of a friends, and he was introduced at a dinner party. I will admit he was pretty cute but I didn't like Harry's attitude and personality; something told me to watch him. He immediately started to hit on my boyfriend, even with me beside him. I thought Freddie would ignore it. After going home, Freddie wouldn't quit talking about Harry. I got worried from the start; my best friend had a similar situation, and it didn't end pretty. We started going out less, and Freddie started working longer hours. He also seemed exhausted when we got into bed and despite my advancements he wouldn't even hold me. I knew something had to be done. I went to the small voodoo shop in the heart of the city and purchased a body swap medallion. I found where where Harry lived and swapped bodies with him. As I woke up, in a slender body with an adorable face, I find my phone and there is a text from Freddie. I smirk, knowing the tables have turned. If this is what Freddie wants, I thought looking down at the improvement down below, this is what he'll get. I said I'd never leave him and I never will!
You should write it! You never know who may like your story. I've seen multiple comments for transformation preference rather than body swap or possession.
For the third picture can not know the elevators coming up or down?
Personally think that down and then compared to the unknown floor (or panel shows the actual lifting direction is also great mystery)
Two muscular young man into the building by the elevator button to want to go to the newly opened gym result is to bring the alien secret base ......
The third picture is the last figure of the fool, the next second before transmission Twitter photos ...... -------------------------------
The second picture looks like taking pictures of people without warning appears on the front of this man, shocked him
Can be thought of as the muscular man just finished fitness in a closed personal bathroom bath; unknowingly inhaled and come into contact with a sufficient amount of some kind of mind control agents (colorless, odorless and soluble in water, into the body by volatilization and contact to be effective)
Last as long as a little scared to make him sensible collapse will be able to do whatever they want to him(They will continue as the body swap, body suit manufacturing and even body Possession)
Individuals to think of like the above proposal, but it is poor in detail, so can only urge the authors of this blog to help write ......
Want to see the picture is the second follow-up, thanks to the author
I wasn't planning to hop into Jason during his football practice. After missing the few opportunities I'd had in nearly a week, I was ready to give up and find someone else. Watching the practice was my way of saying goodbye. I didn't expect to be able to hop in here, and it wasn't just all the people around. Hopping into someone made them... soft for a little bit. At least that's what I called it.
The softness would have been too noticeable in a normal practice, but the coach had called a lighter practice today. Jason was in his practice uniform, but he wasn't participating in many drills. It looked like the second string was doing most of the practicing, and Jason was holding a clipboard, watching and talking with other players and some of the coaches. I sighed. I'd seen him walking to this practice alone, and it was the first time I'd seen him alone since I'd started watching for a chance. I hadn't taken that chance because I'd been concerned about getting hit too hard or getting to sweaty before Jason was firm enough for it again.
One of the second stringers threw a ball too high, and it sailed over the fence around the field. It bounced at a sharp angle off the ground toward the building I was leaning against and disappeared around the corner from me. A couple people looked over toward where the ball had gone, toward me. I decided it would have been weird not to help out by getting the ball, so I pushed off the building and walked around the corner. The ball had settled in the grass about twenty feet away.
I picked it up. I heard running footsteps coming towards me from behind, then stop.
"Thanks, man," the runner said. It was Jason's voice. "You didn't have to get that, I needed the..." He stopped as I turned around to looked at him. "Hey, Evan. I couldn't tell it was you from out on the field. What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, looking around while I did. No one else was in sight. "Just out walking," I lied. "It's a great day. I was passing by, so I stopped for a bit." That sounded like rambling in my head, and I felt nervous. Jason might be right in front of me with no one around, but this was still a bad idea. He was looking at me. He'd have some idea of what had happened. But he looked better here in his uniform than he ever had in the class we shared. It was a bad idea, but I wanted to do it anyway. I couldn't look straight at him anymore.
"Cool," he said, not noticing. He shifted his clipboard to one hand. "Well, sorry, but I gotta get back. Thanks." He put out his other hand to take the ball.
"Sure," I said, starting to hand it to him. Then, before I could stop myself, I dropped the ball, grabbed his hand, and pushed into it.
I felt his palm grow softer, malleable, as I did. At first, he was distracted by the dropped ball, probably thinking it was an accident, and he was looking down at the ground for where it had gone, but then he realized something strange was happening. My hand melted into his, my arm following it. I looked back up at Jason's face. He was staring at his hand, horrified. My vision went black.
When it came back, I was staring at my hand. Jason's hand. But there was nothing strange to see now.
I picked up the football from where I had dropped it and started jogging out to the field. This was bad. I'd never hopped into someone who was aware of the situation before. At first I'd hopped into people while they slept or when they were passed out, though now I could approach them from behind and get in without them seeing me, which gave me more possibilities. When I hopped out, I beat it. They seemed disoriented at first, but they clearly grasped that something had happened, and if I'd been in them for a while, they might be somewhere completely different from what they remembered. I didn't like taking the chance they'd connect the lost time to me, even if none of them knew who was.
But Jason knew me, and he had seen me go in, which meant he'd know what had happened when I came out. Stupid of me. I was out on the field now, and I put the football on a rack with other footballs and went back to the group Jason had been standing with before. If I hadn't been brooding about the light practice, I wouldn't have been so reckless. Why was practice light today?
Because there's no game this week, I thought. That thought came easily from Jason's memories, which meant it was something I'd already known when I was me but hadn't put together. Things I hadn't already known would be harder. I looked at the people around me. I could name a few, but not many. Jason's roommate Case was standing next to me, but I had already known his name, too.
"You see the throw on that ball you got?" Case asked me. "I don't think we need to be worried about getting replaced anytime soon." He laughed, so I laughed a little, too.
"Guess not," I said. I wrote something down on the clipboard like Jason had been doing, copying some of his previous marks. I hoped they were right. I just needed to make it through the softness without anything too strange happening, and I'd have better access to Jason's memories and skills. Not to mention that I could figure out how I was going to deal with when I had to hop out of him.
Standing out on the field in Jason's uniform, in Jason's body, though, reminded me of why I'd wanted to hop into Jason even though it was more dangerous. I joked with Case, took more notes, and enjoyed the sunshine. It really was a great day. I hadn't been lying about that to Jason. Maybe I could just stay in Jason for a long time and not deal with hopping out. Maybe forever. I remembered the names of more of the people around me as Case and I talked, and I knew more and more of what he was talking about. The softness was winding down, and I was becoming more and more Jason.
"All right, team," Coach shouted, breaking my thoughts. "That's enough for today. Hit the showers."
"Cool," Case said. "Let's go."
"Uh, sure," I muttered. As we started walking into the athletic center and the locker rooms, I pushed the clipboard into the inside my forearm. Jason's forearm. There was only a little give to it but still too much, and the clipboard sank into the skin. I pulled it back out and used the clipboard to cover the small crease it had formed. That would heal on its own as Jason's body firmed back up, provided I didn't make it worse. That meant I needed to stay out of the showers until it was done. Getting wet would definitely not help. I'd taken a shower while still soft during one hop, and it had made the body softer than when I'd hopped in. Worse, it hadn't started firming again. I'd hopped out, scared and thinking I'd killed someone by more or less melting them, but once I was out they had started to firm up again, then started to wake up. I'd run out of that bathroom faster than I'd run on most hops out.
I followed Case into the locker room. I was remembering enough of Jason's memories now to find the right area in the room, and the large label "Nichols 15" was enough to confirm which one of the open alcoves was his. I started stripping off the gear, enjoying exposing a little more of my new body with each step. I put the lighter practice pads in the locker and peeled off the athletic shirt underneath. The street clothes Jason had been wearing when I'd seen him before practice were on the shelf. I started reaching for them.
"Ew, dude, no shower?" the guy next to me said.
"Thinking about it," I said. "Light practice." I couldn't remember his name, but his locker was labeled "Rivas 22".
"Maybe for you," Rivas said. He was definitely sweatier than me. "Not complaining about getting some time, but it was a little harder out there today. But you're really skipping? You're normally all about clean."
I'd never had the chance to see Jason's personal habits before, so I checked his memory. It was true, and it would be out of character to skip the shower, but I still couldn't remember Rivas's name. I couldn't chance it.
"Skipping the shower? You?" Case asked, coming up from behind me. His hand slammed down on my shoulder. I winced, but my shoulder held. Case was naked and holding a towel.
"We didn't do much," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Case laughed. "You had to chase down that ball, that took some running. Or some jogging. Come on, man. Let's go. I wanna get something to eat after."
"Whatever," I said. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Raul. Raul! That was Rivas's name. "Thinks he owns the place." Raul laughed.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes. When I stashed them on the shelf, I pressed my palm into its edge. Nothing happened. "Okay, let's go," I said, grabbing my towel.
Case and I grabbed shower heads near the edge of the shower bay. I turned mine on and stepped into the stream of water.
"What are you doing tonight?" Case asked.
"Homework," I grumbled. Jason did some work to do for class. And I'd do some of it, too, but I hadn't hopped into Jason just to do his homework. I rubbed some body wash across my chest. It felt good, with the hair running through my fingertips. I needed to find some other plans for the night. "You?"
"Nicole wants to see a movie, and I don't have much excuse for being tired today, right?"
"That's true." I said. I ran my hand along my body some more. I hadn't known Jason had this much hair on him, but I liked it. Sometimes, though, it felt more like small grooves. I stopped and looked down. Through the suds I could see that one of my fingers had pulled a path of hair behind it. And left a shallow groove in my pec muscle. I looked up at the water, worried. I had to get out of here.
I shut off my water and started drying off by lightly patting at the water on my skin with the towel. Even with the light touches, I could tell the towel's fibers were leaving small indentations. Thankfully Jason's hair disguised them pretty well.
"Done already?" Case asked.
"I remembered that I have a project I have to go work on," I said, still patting. "Gotta go meet someone."
"Why'd you schedule that so soon after practice?" Case asked.
"No choice," I said hurriedly. I covered the smeared pec and the indentations with the towel as I scampered out of the showers and back to Jason's locker. I was still damp, but I put the street clothes back on carefully, especially with the socks and shoes, and left the locker room.
Once I was out of the athletic center, I had to figure out where to go. I couldn't go back to my dorm room, since now I was Jason and what if my roommate was there. I couldn't go to Jason's room because I'd told Case I was meeting someone for a project. It seemed like the best thing to do was to find a private spot on campus, inspect Jason's body, and figure out if I was re-firming or not. Mindful that too much stress might deform my feet at this point, I walked lightly and slowly to the nearby student center, found a bathroom, and shut myself into a stall.
I took off my shirt. Jason's body was still amazing, but it also still had the smear and the towel marks. I poked myself in the arm, and my finger sank farther in than the clipboard had. Worse, the end of my finger flattened as I pressed. I tried to remember things Jason would know that I wouldn't. The locker next to Jason's was Raul's, but I had just learned that myself, so that didn't count. The other locker next to Jason's was... I had no idea. There was not even a vague picture of who it might be.
That settled it. The softness had won, and I was going to have to hop out of Jason. I was going to have to do it soon. And I was going to have to do it even though he knew I'd hopped in.
Seems to be missing an ending, though. The story is built quite well. I have a thought for how the tale might progress but don't want to intrude on your writing. br
If you want to continue it but feel if needs more space than the comments allow, finish it off and email it to me and I can post it on its own page as a guest post.
This also applies to the other great works we've seen this week.
Pic 2 It was the middle of the night. Who the hell would be banging on my door at this time of night? If I was someone else I might think it was a booty call. However, people like me don’t have those concerns. I’m not what you would call “attractive.” I am your average American high school student, overweight, but not dramatically so, uninteresting brown hair I can never do anything with, brown eyes that I hide behind my glasses. At 18, it was already clear that I wasn’t going to just “grow into” my looks. As you can guess someone needing me at 3 in the morning is not that common, even my parents are out of town. I walked down the stairs to the door, pulling on my sweatpants as I go (yes I’m that uncomfortable with my body that I even put on pants for late night emergencies). Wiping the sleep from my eyes again I look through the eyehole to see who it is. What greets me is a sad sight. My older brother, Blake, is outside covered in some strange filth. Sighing, I pull open the door. My brother is my exact opposite. Where I got the brains, my brother got the looks of the family. He was like walking sex. Everything he did, he did with confidence and certainty that made you hate him, or would if he wasn’t so oblivious. The guy was a hunk in every sense of the word. He was a sexy idiot who was totally unaware of how everyone else felt around him. Yet that didn’t mean he was a dick. Rather, he was nice to everyone. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and hairy. In truth, he was my constant jerk-off fantasy. I had always wanted to catch a glimpse at his dick, but I was always too shy. He was quite a bit older than me, at 26 he should have already been building a life for himself. However, his good looks didn’t help him hold down a job. By the way he walked in I could tell he had been drinking, probably lost his last job (mechanic? Or was it construction worker this time?). He was covered in some black, stinking sludge that covered up any smell of booze, or even his normal musk that made girls, and me, weak at the knees. He stumbled in, and I reached out to steady him. “What’s wrong? What the fuck is that stuff?” I asked “I don’t know. Something crashed into my car while I was driving…” “You were driving like this?” He smiled sheepishly, “Yeah probably not a good idea right?” “What did you hit?” “I don’t know it was some sort of barrel in the middle of the road.” I knew he couldn’t get another DUI. There weren’t many jobs for someone like him, and not having a license would probably be the worst thing that could still happen to him. “Why did you come here? Mom and dad aren’t home. It’s just me.” “I came to see you.” “Me? What can I do?” “You’re the smartest person I know. Who else would I come to when a barrel breaks through my windshield and covers me in toxic goo.” From anyone else it would sound cheesy, but that was my brother in a nutshell. He didn’t have an ounce of guile in his whole body, just said what was on his mind. The big lug could be really helpless. I sighed. “Get upstairs and take a shower. I’ll take a look at the car and make sure you aren’t going to grow an extra head or something.” He smiled again. “Thanks bro, I owe you one.” I loved it when he called me that. He pulled me into a big bear hug. I could feel him surrounding me, I felt so safe in those huge arms. He could have picked me right off the ground without a second thought. If it weren’t for the smell of that black ooze that was now coating both of us, it would have been a perfect night. I reluctantly pushed him away, “Great, now I’m soaked too.” “Damn, sorry bro. Well, at least now we will be a family of freaks instead of just me. I’ll leave some hot water up there for you.” I turned to walk outside, as much to hide my growing erection as to take a look outside.
When I saw my brother’s car I just stare for a minute there. He was lucky to be alive. This huge metal barrel had come flying through the front of his car. I didn’t know what my brother wanted from me. Even if I did have my own chemistry lab in the house, it’s not like I could tell him anything but anything a high school student could, ph, water solubility, that kind of stuff. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to look at the barrel. There were no markings or pictures of toxic waste. Was that just in movies though? Wouldn’t something dangerous have to be marked? I shrugged. It was probably just some oil or something. I hurried back inside to the naked hunk that was waiting for me. When I got upstairs I saw that the big lug had gone to my bathroom, of course it had been his back when he lived here. He had tossed his sweaty, disgusting clothes all over my room. Without thinking I began to pick them up. The wife-beater that didn’t quite hide his chest hair poking out the top, the jeans that looked painted on his perfect ass, the boxers that were just visible above his pants, I supposed I should wash them. With a second thought, I grabbed a change of clothes for me to throw on so I could wash my stuff too. That’s when I heard the door to my bathroom open. My brother stood there in all his glory. First I was drawn to his cock, beautiful in size. Not much longer than mine (I was about seven inches he was maybe 8.5) but THICK. I had never seen another cock in person, but this one looked like a monster to me. I think I would have lost it if I hadn’t seen his face. He was dazed, almost like he could barely stay on his feet. I dropped the clothes in my hands and ran to help him to the bed. “Come on man, you can make it,” I said. Despite everything, I was still afraid to touch him on anything but the arm. I tried to pull him to the bed, but he was too massive. “I need a hand buddy, just a little bit further.” He stumbled over to the bed, and I helped him lay down. The guy was asleep before he hit the pillow. “One hell of a bender,” I thought. I ran downstairs to throw our stuff in the wash, and then went to take my shower in our parent’s bathroom (Again, didn’t want him seeing my junk). I turned on the water, and realized that I didn’t have my soap. The last thing I needed was getting this sludge everywhere. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, and bolted through my room. I didn’t have to worry; Blake was sleeping the deep sleep of the inebriated. I doubt a tank would have woken him. When I got in the bathroom I turned on the water. It fell over my body running through every crease and crevice. I closed my eyes and tried to piece together what had happed. What would we do about the car? Should we report this? Were we going to get cancer? However, my thoughts kept going back to Blake lying there on my bed. I knew it wasn’t the right time, but I couldn’t help myself. Blame it on the adrenaline, or the shock if you must, but I grabbed my pole and began jacking off. It felt great; my taboo fantasy had been standing here, maybe beating his meat right where I was standing just a few minutes ago. I held out as long as I could, which wasn’t long. When I came it was like a jet. I felt like my soul was dripping out of my cock, almost pulling me out. I leaned against the wall of the shower. However, I couldn’t catch my breath. It was like my orgasm wouldn’t end. I had to lie down before I fell over. I slowly turned off the water and stumbled into my room. Normally I would never think of getting in bed with my brother, much less with both of us naked. However, I was not thinking with my right mind at the moment. I fell next to him, automatically becoming the little spoon to his big one. I smiled, feeling his warm, thick, and hairy body pressed up against mine. As my eyes started to close, the pleasure too great to even think, I looked down at our feet. My last thought before I slipped into the most pleasant sleep of my life was, “That doesn’t look like the right number of feet.”
My dreams that night were strange. I felt like my brain was humming with electricity. Like every thought rang with a thousand volts. Meanwhile, my body was drowning. Not in water though, it was more like thick mud. I could barely move, and when I did it was slow.
When I woke up my head was pounding. Fuck I had too much to drink last night. Wait, I don’t drink. Yes I do, I must have had 10 beers last night. Wait, wasn’t I home last night? I opened my eyes and looked out. I was alone on the bed. Well at least I wouldn’t have any awkward explanations this morning. Why would I have anything to explain?
“I need some water,” I said to no one while I rubbed my stinging eyes. Why did my voice sound like that? It always sounds like that. It’s never that deep and sexy. It does sound sexier than usual. Wait, that voice sounds familiar. Of course it does, it’s my voice. That’s Blake’s Voice! Damn, it does sound extra sexy today. I never noticed it. Blake, is that you? Of course I’m me. Blake, it’s Eric! I’m stuck in your head! Someone must have slipped something in my drink. No, seriously, we need to get to a mirror.
I swung my legs off the bed. They were bigger than mine. No, they are always like that. Never noticed how sexy all that hair looks. Those muscles look amazing underneath them. Dude stop thinking about your body. We need to see what that shit did to us. I stood up, and fell back down. Damn this body is so heavy. It’s strong and powerful. I walked over to the mirror. There in front of me was Blake. See just like normal. His huge, heavy pecs that I always wanted to rest my head in. What, why did I just think that? His huge thick dick. Damn it is great. His meaty paws started feeling their way across my body. No, no no. Don’t think about this. Damn Bro, is that really you? And you got a crush on me? No, wait, you jack off to me? Well, let’s return the favor, I’m feeling up to it. I ran my hands across my legs. Our legs. Up from the big strong feet to the huge muscular legs. I grab my ass, and feel how smooth it is, how thick and strong. Up my perfect V-shaped back. It’s smooth like that naturally. Around towards my front, my shredded abs and his powerful pecs, both covered in that sexy hair. Yeah, you like my hair don’t you. I begin to stroke my face, feeling the stubble and sexy lips that I have longed to kiss. You never been kissed Eric? Finally, I pulled my hands down to my cock. It was growing huge. Damn, I feel like I could burst just from the way we are thinking. I start to groan, the deep manly voice sounding like a beast in heat. We start pumping away. Oh yeah, I know what works with this body. Damn, I can’t keep this up. Faster. Harder. Keep going. Who was that? Does it matter? Oh god, this feels amazing. I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum.
I watched as the huge white streams shot across the mirror and up onto my chest. Damn, that was almost as good as sex. You really get me hot for my body. I fell back on the bed feeling my heart pounding like it would break out of my chest. Oh god what is this. Ahh! My head! I started to see things, working out at the gym. I never work out at the gym. Going to prom. But I never went to prom. I was on academic probation. But most of all, what I saw was sex. Sex with me. With my brother. Am I still shooting? Not again. I felt my eyes starting to close.
I opened my eyes. I could feel a thick hairy arm wrapped around me. That was the hottest dream I had ever had. I didn’t want to move, to break the perfect moment. I could feel his heart beat against my back, the hair tickling me. His cock was pressed perfectly against my ass, almost as if it knew what I dreamed of. I should get up before he does and try to clean up a little. I opened my eyes, but this wasn’t my room. No, it was smaller, but with a bigger bed. I hear a grunt next to me and I turn over. Blake looked so happy sleeping there. I wish he knew just how sexy he looked like that. His face was pressed into a quiet smile. I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his face. I loved the feel of his stubble against mine. Wait, I didn’t have stubble, just some peach fuzz. He opened his eyes. It took an instant but there was shock on his face. “Who are you?” he shouted, pushing me back. “Where is Eric?” “I’m Eric,” I said, but the voice didn’t sound like mine. “The fuck you are. Why do you look like me?” “Look like you, what do you mean, Bro?” He shivered. “Oh god, say that again.” “Bro?” suddenly I remembered. We were identical twins. Bisexual, straight-A students, and the perfect fuck buddies. No one could keep up with our crazy sex drive, so we never missed a chance for some…. joint masturbation. We were in college, second year, and on wrestling, soccer, and baseball teams. I shook my head. “Blake are you still in there?” I asked. “Yeah I remember it all, but also the new stuff.” “You know what this means right?” “We both get new lives.” “Yeah, but also we get to have the hottest foursomes in history.” I say with a sly smile as I pull him in for a kiss.
-I really hadn't finished this story yet, just wanted to see if it got a positive response before going further. Here are the last 2 parts. NEone
Thanks NEone, that's a great story with an excellent opportunity to continue. The start was tricky to follow, but showed Erik's confusion as he discovered his situation very well.
I would like to see more from you, remember to add your name if you're going to post anonymously :)
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ReplyDeleteHe was such an easy target, I quietly thought to myself, and now I get Freddie back. Smirking, I back out of the driveway, headed towards a new and better life.
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I was a penniless reporter working for a metropolitan newspaper and trying to pay off college debts when I met Freddie. Tall, handsome, with an air of excitement always around him, his smile was enough to light up any room. We met at a coffee shop, and almost immediately we found so many common grounds. After dinner that night, he asked to see me again and gave me his number.
We were together for about four years after that, and within the first year I move into his place. With Freddie's help, I got my life back on track. Every night had something else planned; dinner alone or with friends, a show, movie at home. It was pretty easy to fall in love with him. Until "he" came along.
Harry was a coworker of a friends, and he was introduced at a dinner party. I will admit he was pretty cute but I didn't like Harry's attitude and personality; something told me to watch him. He immediately started to hit on my boyfriend, even with me beside him. I thought Freddie would ignore it. After going home, Freddie wouldn't quit talking about Harry. I got worried from the start; my best friend had a similar situation, and it didn't end pretty.
We started going out less, and Freddie started working longer hours. He also seemed exhausted when we got into bed and despite my advancements he wouldn't even hold me. I knew something had to be done.
I went to the small voodoo shop in the heart of the city and purchased a body swap medallion. I found where where Harry lived and swapped bodies with him. As I woke up, in a slender body with an adorable face, I find my phone and there is a text from Freddie. I smirk, knowing the tables have turned. If this is what Freddie wants, I thought looking down at the improvement down below, this is what he'll get. I said I'd never leave him and I never will!
Nice work, hope to see more from you.
DeleteWhen there's three photos it's a bit overwhelming, do you think you could switch back to just one or maybe only two?
ReplyDeleteCan do, but my choices aren't always popular.
DeleteI prefer having the 3 incase one is boring.
ReplyDeleteNothing inspiring you this week?
Deletedont know if people will like my stories since i got xome backlash from before. and i do transformations usually, not bodyswap
ReplyDelete... and you point is? Seriously write for yourself and share it on here, I write stuff that isn't popular, but I still enjoy writing it.
DeleteYou can't please all the people all the time. If you want a chat give me a shout on Yahoo IM (that offer is open to all of course).
You should write it! You never know who may like your story. I've seen multiple comments for transformation preference rather than body swap or possession.
DeleteI would also like to point out that it's the male-TRANSFORMATION- blog ;)
DeleteYou're golden!
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Delete.I accidentally double posted the same comment. xP
DeleteFor the third picture can not know the elevators coming up or down?
ReplyDeletePersonally think that down and then compared to the unknown floor (or panel shows the actual lifting direction is also great mystery)
Two muscular young man into the building by the elevator button to want to go to the newly opened gym result is to bring the alien secret base ......
The third picture is the last figure of the fool, the next second before transmission Twitter photos ......
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The second picture looks like taking pictures of people without warning appears on the front of this man, shocked him
Can be thought of as the muscular man just finished fitness in a closed personal bathroom bath; unknowingly inhaled and come into contact with a sufficient amount of some kind of mind control agents (colorless, odorless and soluble in water, into the body by volatilization and contact to be effective)
Last as long as a little scared to make him sensible collapse will be able to do whatever they want to him(They will continue as the body swap, body suit manufacturing and even body Possession)
Individuals to think of like the above proposal, but it is poor in detail, so can only urge the authors of this blog to help write ......
Want to see the picture is the second follow-up, thanks to the author
some nice ideas there thanks.
Delete(This gets to picture 2, I promise...)
ReplyDeleteI wasn't planning to hop into Jason during his football practice. After missing the few opportunities I'd had in nearly a week, I was ready to give up and find someone else. Watching the practice was my way of saying goodbye. I didn't expect to be able to hop in here, and it wasn't just all the people around. Hopping into someone made them... soft for a little bit. At least that's what I called it.
The softness would have been too noticeable in a normal practice, but the coach had called a lighter practice today. Jason was in his practice uniform, but he wasn't participating in many drills. It looked like the second string was doing most of the practicing, and Jason was holding a clipboard, watching and talking with other players and some of the coaches. I sighed. I'd seen him walking to this practice alone, and it was the first time I'd seen him alone since I'd started watching for a chance. I hadn't taken that chance because I'd been concerned about getting hit too hard or getting to sweaty before Jason was firm enough for it again.
One of the second stringers threw a ball too high, and it sailed over the fence around the field. It bounced at a sharp angle off the ground toward the building I was leaning against and disappeared around the corner from me. A couple people looked over toward where the ball had gone, toward me. I decided it would have been weird not to help out by getting the ball, so I pushed off the building and walked around the corner. The ball had settled in the grass about twenty feet away.
I picked it up. I heard running footsteps coming towards me from behind, then stop.
"Thanks, man," the runner said. It was Jason's voice. "You didn't have to get that, I needed the..." He stopped as I turned around to looked at him. "Hey, Evan. I couldn't tell it was you from out on the field. What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, looking around while I did. No one else was in sight. "Just out walking," I lied. "It's a great day. I was passing by, so I stopped for a bit." That sounded like rambling in my head, and I felt nervous. Jason might be right in front of me with no one around, but this was still a bad idea. He was looking at me. He'd have some idea of what had happened. But he looked better here in his uniform than he ever had in the class we shared. It was a bad idea, but I wanted to do it anyway. I couldn't look straight at him anymore.
"Cool," he said, not noticing. He shifted his clipboard to one hand. "Well, sorry, but I gotta get back. Thanks." He put out his other hand to take the ball.
"Sure," I said, starting to hand it to him. Then, before I could stop myself, I dropped the ball, grabbed his hand, and pushed into it.
I felt his palm grow softer, malleable, as I did. At first, he was distracted by the dropped ball, probably thinking it was an accident, and he was looking down at the ground for where it had gone, but then he realized something strange was happening. My hand melted into his, my arm following it. I looked back up at Jason's face. He was staring at his hand, horrified. My vision went black.
When it came back, I was staring at my hand. Jason's hand. But there was nothing strange to see now.
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DeleteI picked up the football from where I had dropped it and started jogging out to the field. This was bad. I'd never hopped into someone who was aware of the situation before. At first I'd hopped into people while they slept or when they were passed out, though now I could approach them from behind and get in without them seeing me, which gave me more possibilities. When I hopped out, I beat it. They seemed disoriented at first, but they clearly grasped that something had happened, and if I'd been in them for a while, they might be somewhere completely different from what they remembered. I didn't like taking the chance they'd connect the lost time to me, even if none of them knew who was.
But Jason knew me, and he had seen me go in, which meant he'd know what had happened when I came out. Stupid of me. I was out on the field now, and I put the football on a rack with other footballs and went back to the group Jason had been standing with before. If I hadn't been brooding about the light practice, I wouldn't have been so reckless. Why was practice light today?
Because there's no game this week, I thought. That thought came easily from Jason's memories, which meant it was something I'd already known when I was me but hadn't put together. Things I hadn't already known would be harder. I looked at the people around me. I could name a few, but not many. Jason's roommate Case was standing next to me, but I had already known his name, too.
"You see the throw on that ball you got?" Case asked me. "I don't think we need to be worried about getting replaced anytime soon." He laughed, so I laughed a little, too.
"Guess not," I said. I wrote something down on the clipboard like Jason had been doing, copying some of his previous marks. I hoped they were right. I just needed to make it through the softness without anything too strange happening, and I'd have better access to Jason's memories and skills. Not to mention that I could figure out how I was going to deal with when I had to hop out of him.
Standing out on the field in Jason's uniform, in Jason's body, though, reminded me of why I'd wanted to hop into Jason even though it was more dangerous. I joked with Case, took more notes, and enjoyed the sunshine. It really was a great day. I hadn't been lying about that to Jason. Maybe I could just stay in Jason for a long time and not deal with hopping out. Maybe forever. I remembered the names of more of the people around me as Case and I talked, and I knew more and more of what he was talking about. The softness was winding down, and I was becoming more and more Jason.
"All right, team," Coach shouted, breaking my thoughts. "That's enough for today. Hit the showers."
"Cool," Case said. "Let's go."
"Uh, sure," I muttered. As we started walking into the athletic center and the locker rooms, I pushed the clipboard into the inside my forearm. Jason's forearm. There was only a little give to it but still too much, and the clipboard sank into the skin. I pulled it back out and used the clipboard to cover the small crease it had formed. That would heal on its own as Jason's body firmed back up, provided I didn't make it worse. That meant I needed to stay out of the showers until it was done. Getting wet would definitely not help. I'd taken a shower while still soft during one hop, and it had made the body softer than when I'd hopped in. Worse, it hadn't started firming again. I'd hopped out, scared and thinking I'd killed someone by more or less melting them, but once I was out they had started to firm up again, then started to wake up. I'd run out of that bathroom faster than I'd run on most hops out.
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DeleteI followed Case into the locker room. I was remembering enough of Jason's memories now to find the right area in the room, and the large label "Nichols 15" was enough to confirm which one of the open alcoves was his. I started stripping off the gear, enjoying exposing a little more of my new body with each step. I put the lighter practice pads in the locker and peeled off the athletic shirt underneath. The street clothes Jason had been wearing when I'd seen him before practice were on the shelf. I started reaching for them.
"Ew, dude, no shower?" the guy next to me said.
"Thinking about it," I said. "Light practice." I couldn't remember his name, but his locker was labeled "Rivas 22".
"Maybe for you," Rivas said. He was definitely sweatier than me. "Not complaining about getting some time, but it was a little harder out there today. But you're really skipping? You're normally all about clean."
I'd never had the chance to see Jason's personal habits before, so I checked his memory. It was true, and it would be out of character to skip the shower, but I still couldn't remember Rivas's name. I couldn't chance it.
"Skipping the shower? You?" Case asked, coming up from behind me. His hand slammed down on my shoulder. I winced, but my shoulder held. Case was naked and holding a towel.
"We didn't do much," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Case laughed. "You had to chase down that ball, that took some running. Or some jogging. Come on, man. Let's go. I wanna get something to eat after."
"Whatever," I said. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Raul. Raul! That was Rivas's name. "Thinks he owns the place." Raul laughed.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes. When I stashed them on the shelf, I pressed my palm into its edge. Nothing happened. "Okay, let's go," I said, grabbing my towel.
Case and I grabbed shower heads near the edge of the shower bay. I turned mine on and stepped into the stream of water.
"What are you doing tonight?" Case asked.
"Homework," I grumbled. Jason did some work to do for class. And I'd do some of it, too, but I hadn't hopped into Jason just to do his homework. I rubbed some body wash across my chest. It felt good, with the hair running through my fingertips. I needed to find some other plans for the night. "You?"
"Nicole wants to see a movie, and I don't have much excuse for being tired today, right?"
"That's true." I said. I ran my hand along my body some more. I hadn't known Jason had this much hair on him, but I liked it. Sometimes, though, it felt more like small grooves. I stopped and looked down. Through the suds I could see that one of my fingers had pulled a path of hair behind it. And left a shallow groove in my pec muscle. I looked up at the water, worried. I had to get out of here.
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DeleteI shut off my water and started drying off by lightly patting at the water on my skin with the towel. Even with the light touches, I could tell the towel's fibers were leaving small indentations. Thankfully Jason's hair disguised them pretty well.
"Done already?" Case asked.
"I remembered that I have a project I have to go work on," I said, still patting. "Gotta go meet someone."
"Why'd you schedule that so soon after practice?" Case asked.
"No choice," I said hurriedly. I covered the smeared pec and the indentations with the towel as I scampered out of the showers and back to Jason's locker. I was still damp, but I put the street clothes back on carefully, especially with the socks and shoes, and left the locker room.
Once I was out of the athletic center, I had to figure out where to go. I couldn't go back to my dorm room, since now I was Jason and what if my roommate was there. I couldn't go to Jason's room because I'd told Case I was meeting someone for a project. It seemed like the best thing to do was to find a private spot on campus, inspect Jason's body, and figure out if I was re-firming or not. Mindful that too much stress might deform my feet at this point, I walked lightly and slowly to the nearby student center, found a bathroom, and shut myself into a stall.
I took off my shirt. Jason's body was still amazing, but it also still had the smear and the towel marks. I poked myself in the arm, and my finger sank farther in than the clipboard had. Worse, the end of my finger flattened as I pressed. I tried to remember things Jason would know that I wouldn't. The locker next to Jason's was Raul's, but I had just learned that myself, so that didn't count. The other locker next to Jason's was... I had no idea. There was not even a vague picture of who it might be.
That settled it. The softness had won, and I was going to have to hop out of Jason. I was going to have to do it soon. And I was going to have to do it even though he knew I'd hopped in.
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DeleteSeems to be missing an ending, though. The story is built quite well. I have a thought for how the tale might progress but don't want to intrude on your writing. br
DeleteI probably should have slapped a To Be Continued on it, but that seemed a little much for a comment story. I'm working on where the story goes next.
DeleteIf you want to continue it but feel if needs more space than the comments allow, finish it off and email it to me and I can post it on its own page as a guest post.
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ReplyDeleteIt was the middle of the night. Who the hell would be banging on my door at this time of night? If I was someone else I might think it was a booty call. However, people like me don’t have those concerns. I’m not what you would call “attractive.” I am your average American high school student, overweight, but not dramatically so, uninteresting brown hair I can never do anything with, brown eyes that I hide behind my glasses. At 18, it was already clear that I wasn’t going to just “grow into” my looks.
As you can guess someone needing me at 3 in the morning is not that common, even my parents are out of town. I walked down the stairs to the door, pulling on my sweatpants as I go (yes I’m that uncomfortable with my body that I even put on pants for late night emergencies). Wiping the sleep from my eyes again I look through the eyehole to see who it is. What greets me is a sad sight. My older brother, Blake, is outside covered in some strange filth. Sighing, I pull open the door.
My brother is my exact opposite. Where I got the brains, my brother got the looks of the family. He was like walking sex. Everything he did, he did with confidence and certainty that made you hate him, or would if he wasn’t so oblivious. The guy was a hunk in every sense of the word. He was a sexy idiot who was totally unaware of how everyone else felt around him. Yet that didn’t mean he was a dick. Rather, he was nice to everyone. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and hairy. In truth, he was my constant jerk-off fantasy. I had always wanted to catch a glimpse at his dick, but I was always too shy. He was quite a bit older than me, at 26 he should have already been building a life for himself. However, his good looks didn’t help him hold down a job. By the way he walked in I could tell he had been drinking, probably lost his last job (mechanic? Or was it construction worker this time?). He was covered in some black, stinking sludge that covered up any smell of booze, or even his normal musk that made girls, and me, weak at the knees. He stumbled in, and I reached out to steady him. “What’s wrong? What the fuck is that stuff?” I asked
“I don’t know. Something crashed into my car while I was driving…”
“You were driving like this?”
He smiled sheepishly, “Yeah probably not a good idea right?”
“What did you hit?”
“I don’t know it was some sort of barrel in the middle of the road.”
I knew he couldn’t get another DUI. There weren’t many jobs for someone like him, and not having a license would probably be the worst thing that could still happen to him. “Why did you come here? Mom and dad aren’t home. It’s just me.”
“I came to see you.”
“Me? What can I do?”
“You’re the smartest person I know. Who else would I come to when a barrel breaks through my windshield and covers me in toxic goo.” From anyone else it would sound cheesy, but that was my brother in a nutshell. He didn’t have an ounce of guile in his whole body, just said what was on his mind. The big lug could be really helpless.
I sighed. “Get upstairs and take a shower. I’ll take a look at the car and make sure you aren’t going to grow an extra head or something.”
He smiled again. “Thanks bro, I owe you one.” I loved it when he called me that. He pulled me into a big bear hug. I could feel him surrounding me, I felt so safe in those huge arms. He could have picked me right off the ground without a second thought. If it weren’t for the smell of that black ooze that was now coating both of us, it would have been a perfect night.
I reluctantly pushed him away, “Great, now I’m soaked too.”
“Damn, sorry bro. Well, at least now we will be a family of freaks instead of just me. I’ll leave some hot water up there for you.”
I turned to walk outside, as much to hide my growing erection as to take a look outside.
When I saw my brother’s car I just stare for a minute there. He was lucky to be alive. This huge metal barrel had come flying through the front of his car. I didn’t know what my brother wanted from me. Even if I did have my own chemistry lab in the house, it’s not like I could tell him anything but anything a high school student could, ph, water solubility, that kind of stuff. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to look at the barrel. There were no markings or pictures of toxic waste. Was that just in movies though? Wouldn’t something dangerous have to be marked? I shrugged. It was probably just some oil or something. I hurried back inside to the naked hunk that was waiting for me.
DeleteWhen I got upstairs I saw that the big lug had gone to my bathroom, of course it had been his back when he lived here. He had tossed his sweaty, disgusting clothes all over my room. Without thinking I began to pick them up. The wife-beater that didn’t quite hide his chest hair poking out the top, the jeans that looked painted on his perfect ass, the boxers that were just visible above his pants, I supposed I should wash them. With a second thought, I grabbed a change of clothes for me to throw on so I could wash my stuff too. That’s when I heard the door to my bathroom open. My brother stood there in all his glory.
First I was drawn to his cock, beautiful in size. Not much longer than mine (I was about seven inches he was maybe 8.5) but THICK. I had never seen another cock in person, but this one looked like a monster to me. I think I would have lost it if I hadn’t seen his face. He was dazed, almost like he could barely stay on his feet. I dropped the clothes in my hands and ran to help him to the bed. “Come on man, you can make it,” I said. Despite everything, I was still afraid to touch him on anything but the arm. I tried to pull him to the bed, but he was too massive. “I need a hand buddy, just a little bit further.” He stumbled over to the bed, and I helped him lay down. The guy was asleep before he hit the pillow. “One hell of a bender,” I thought.
I ran downstairs to throw our stuff in the wash, and then went to take my shower in our parent’s bathroom (Again, didn’t want him seeing my junk). I turned on the water, and realized that I didn’t have my soap. The last thing I needed was getting this sludge everywhere. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, and bolted through my room. I didn’t have to worry; Blake was sleeping the deep sleep of the inebriated. I doubt a tank would have woken him.
When I got in the bathroom I turned on the water. It fell over my body running through every crease and crevice. I closed my eyes and tried to piece together what had happed. What would we do about the car? Should we report this? Were we going to get cancer? However, my thoughts kept going back to Blake lying there on my bed. I knew it wasn’t the right time, but I couldn’t help myself. Blame it on the adrenaline, or the shock if you must, but I grabbed my pole and began jacking off. It felt great; my taboo fantasy had been standing here, maybe beating his meat right where I was standing just a few minutes ago. I held out as long as I could, which wasn’t long. When I came it was like a jet. I felt like my soul was dripping out of my cock, almost pulling me out. I leaned against the wall of the shower. However, I couldn’t catch my breath. It was like my orgasm wouldn’t end. I had to lie down before I fell over.
I slowly turned off the water and stumbled into my room. Normally I would never think of getting in bed with my brother, much less with both of us naked. However, I was not thinking with my right mind at the moment. I fell next to him, automatically becoming the little spoon to his big one. I smiled, feeling his warm, thick, and hairy body pressed up against mine. As my eyes started to close, the pleasure too great to even think, I looked down at our feet. My last thought before I slipped into the most pleasant sleep of my life was, “That doesn’t look like the right number of feet.”
Hey this is my first time writing anything, let me know what you think.
DeleteThats a nice story, but I feel there is something more you have for us just to complete the story; which you should.
DeletePut your name or initials so we know who you are .. nice one!
Yes, there does seem to be more needed to finish the story. You've done quite well for your first time. br
DeleteMy dreams that night were strange. I felt like my brain was humming with electricity. Like every thought rang with a thousand volts. Meanwhile, my body was drowning. Not in water though, it was more like thick mud. I could barely move, and when I did it was slow.
DeleteWhen I woke up my head was pounding. Fuck I had too much to drink last night. Wait, I don’t drink. Yes I do, I must have had 10 beers last night. Wait, wasn’t I home last night? I opened my eyes and looked out. I was alone on the bed. Well at least I wouldn’t have any awkward explanations this morning. Why would I have anything to explain?
“I need some water,” I said to no one while I rubbed my stinging eyes. Why did my voice sound like that? It always sounds like that. It’s never that deep and sexy. It does sound sexier than usual. Wait, that voice sounds familiar. Of course it does, it’s my voice. That’s Blake’s Voice! Damn, it does sound extra sexy today. I never noticed it. Blake, is that you? Of course I’m me. Blake, it’s Eric! I’m stuck in your head! Someone must have slipped something in my drink. No, seriously, we need to get to a mirror.
I swung my legs off the bed. They were bigger than mine. No, they are always like that. Never noticed how sexy all that hair looks. Those muscles look amazing underneath them. Dude stop thinking about your body. We need to see what that shit did to us. I stood up, and fell back down. Damn this body is so heavy. It’s strong and powerful. I walked over to the mirror. There in front of me was Blake. See just like normal. His huge, heavy pecs that I always wanted to rest my head in. What, why did I just think that? His huge thick dick. Damn it is great. His meaty paws started feeling their way across my body. No, no no. Don’t think about this. Damn Bro, is that really you? And you got a crush on me? No, wait, you jack off to me? Well, let’s return the favor, I’m feeling up to it. I ran my hands across my legs. Our legs. Up from the big strong feet to the huge muscular legs. I grab my ass, and feel how smooth it is, how thick and strong. Up my perfect V-shaped back. It’s smooth like that naturally. Around towards my front, my shredded abs and his powerful pecs, both covered in that sexy hair. Yeah, you like my hair don’t you. I begin to stroke my face, feeling the stubble and sexy lips that I have longed to kiss. You never been kissed Eric? Finally, I pulled my hands down to my cock. It was growing huge. Damn, I feel like I could burst just from the way we are thinking. I start to groan, the deep manly voice sounding like a beast in heat. We start pumping away. Oh yeah, I know what works with this body. Damn, I can’t keep this up. Faster. Harder. Keep going. Who was that? Does it matter? Oh god, this feels amazing. I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum.
I watched as the huge white streams shot across the mirror and up onto my chest. Damn, that was almost as good as sex. You really get me hot for my body. I fell back on the bed feeling my heart pounding like it would break out of my chest. Oh god what is this. Ahh! My head! I started to see things, working out at the gym. I never work out at the gym. Going to prom. But I never went to prom. I was on academic probation. But most of all, what I saw was sex. Sex with me. With my brother. Am I still shooting? Not again. I felt my eyes starting to close.
DeleteI opened my eyes. I could feel a thick hairy arm wrapped around me. That was the hottest dream I had ever had. I didn’t want to move, to break the perfect moment. I could feel his heart beat against my back, the hair tickling me. His cock was pressed perfectly against my ass, almost as if it knew what I dreamed of. I should get up before he does and try to clean up a little. I opened my eyes, but this wasn’t my room. No, it was smaller, but with a bigger bed. I hear a grunt next to me and I turn over. Blake looked so happy sleeping there. I wish he knew just how sexy he looked like that. His face was pressed into a quiet smile. I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his face. I loved the feel of his stubble against mine. Wait, I didn’t have stubble, just some peach fuzz. He opened his eyes. It took an instant but there was shock on his face.
“Who are you?” he shouted, pushing me back. “Where is Eric?”
“I’m Eric,” I said, but the voice didn’t sound like mine.
“The fuck you are. Why do you look like me?”
“Look like you, what do you mean, Bro?”
He shivered. “Oh god, say that again.”
“Bro?” suddenly I remembered. We were identical twins. Bisexual, straight-A students, and the perfect fuck buddies. No one could keep up with our crazy sex drive, so we never missed a chance for some…. joint masturbation. We were in college, second year, and on wrestling, soccer, and baseball teams. I shook my head. “Blake are you still in there?” I asked.
“Yeah I remember it all, but also the new stuff.”
“You know what this means right?”
“We both get new lives.”
“Yeah, but also we get to have the hottest foursomes in history.” I say with a sly smile as I pull him in for a kiss.
-I really hadn't finished this story yet, just wanted to see if it got a positive response before going further. Here are the last 2 parts. NEone
Thanks NEone, that's a great story with an excellent opportunity to continue. The start was tricky to follow, but showed Erik's confusion as he discovered his situation very well.
DeleteI would like to see more from you, remember to add your name if you're going to post anonymously :)
It was nice! I don't think I've read anything like this on here yet, but the incest kind of ruins it for me, but it is well written.
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ReplyDeletei like it. looking forward to seeing more
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