I Know You're Not My Brother

"Get this fucking mask off right now before I tear it off! The game's up -- I know that you're not my fucking brother! Yeah that's right, I know it's you inside of there, Frankie! That's fuckin' sick, you know dude, pretending to be Aaron with this bodysuit! Take it off! Now!"  

"Adam, man, stop it!" I said, "For real, dude! It's me -- I don't even know what you're talking about! Bodysuits? What the fuck , dude? Come on, that's just fuckin' crazy! Seriously, you gotta believe me, bro!" 

"Oh yeah? said Adam, loosening his grip, "Well if you're really Aaron, then prove it!"  

"Well I dunno, dude..." I said, "What about that time mom and dad sent us to summer camp and we... you know..."  

"What did we do? Tell me."

"I dunno, man! You know I don't like talking about it!"  

"Fuckin' tell me!" said Adam, tightening his grip again, "Or I swear to God..."  

"Okay, okay!" I said, pushing him away, "We ended up sharing a cabin, only we slept together in the same bed and... I sucked you off that one time. OK? Are you happy?"

"Holy shit..." said Adam in disbelief, "Whoa, dude. I'm way sorry. I know you wouldn't have told anybody about that... I'm way fuckin' sorry, dude. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just, something didn't seem right to me."

"Yeah, well you're my big bro, dude," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You know you can trust me, all right? I know Frankie says some weird shit sometimes, but making a bodysuit out of me and wearing me around, pretending to be me? Now that's just freakin' crazy."

"Yeah, you're right, man. I'm mad sorry, dude," Adam apologized again, "I think I could use a beer. You want me to grab you one?"

"Yeah, man," I said, "Go on, I'll be out there in a sec."

He left the bedroom and I waited until I could hear him out in the kitchen going through the refrigerator. Quickly, I tightened up the facemask, patting around my face and neck as I felt the adhesive underneath take hold. I was surprised -- he had really managed to pull it loose in some places. If he'd kept going, he really would have torn it off!

I left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen, stopping in the bathroom really quick to make sure everything was in place. God, it felt great to see Aaron's face reflected there instead of my own! Then I continued down the hall and into the kitchen, where my "bro" was waiting with an ice cold beer.

"You wanna see what games are on?" I said, taking the beer from him and chugging down about half of it at once, just like Aaron would usually do.

"Fuck yeah," he said.

He was already getting another two beers ready for us. I pulled out some chips from the pantry and some salsa from the fridge, just as though I was in my very own kitchen, and then I settled down with Adam in the living room as he flipped on the TV. It was nice to finally get to spend time with him like this and not to be looked at as Frankie, the "annoying kid from next door." Instead, we were just two brothers, two best friends hanging out, getting drunk and wasting the afternoon away.

Slight Modifications

I always like to test out my bodies on camera before I take them out in public. I mean, checking them out in the mirror is one thing, but to get a live video gives me a little bit better of an idea about how they'll actually perform. This guy's gonna be a freakin' hit out at the clubs tonight, I can tell ya that right now. I think I'll name him "Justen" after one of the guys that I based him on. I don't know about the sideburns after seeing this video, though. I might have to do some slight modifications there -- and I think I'd like to boost up his skills on the dance floor a little bit -- but otherwise I think I nailed it with this one! Fuck yeah! Just gotta get on my computer, make the changes, hit "Apply," and then I think I'm ready to take "Justen" out for a crazy night!

Vitamins

"Hey, Dad," I said with a smile, greeting him as he walked in the door from work.

"Whoa, son!" he said, eyeing me up and down, "Lookin' good there! You've been taking your vitamins, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, blushing, "Took a little bit more than I was supposed to today, but I really wanted to look good for our day at the beach tomorrow."

See, my dad had developed these "vitamins" that I could take to help my body develop a little bit better. I'd always been really self-concious about being overweight, but I was never able to get in shape until he started helping me out with these vitamins. The only thing is that I have to take them every day or else I start losing all of my muscles. I mean, sometimes I slack on it, and I know he can always tell, but it's worth it once I start taking them again and I can really impress him.

"So have you been taking yours?" I asked him.

He grinned and started unbuttoning his shirt. Underneath, he revealed a tight torso with a sexy pair of hairy, pumped-up pecs, and a deep six pack of abs.

"Yeah," he said proudly, "I pumped up my dosage a little bit too."

"Sweet, Dad!" I said, giving my muscles a flex, "Are we gonna look hot at the beach tomorrow or what!?"

Vintage

I don't know what's weirder -- the fact that I'm in my dad's body, the fact that I'm in my dad's body and it's 1964... or the fact that I'm totally getting turned on by what a stud my dad was when he was younger! I mean, I've always heard him tell stories about "back when he was on the football team" and Mom is always saying that he was "quite the hunk" back in high school -- but this is freakin' unbelievable! Why didn't he pass on any of these genes to me!? I mean he looks so hot like this -- not that I would think that about my own dad, but it's not really my dad, it's me in this body now and -- oh my gosh! I've got to find a way to get back to my own time and my own body or else all of this could really start to get strange!

Programming Jack

"Uh... hello?" I asked, lucky to hear somebody knocking on the door since I had my headphones on.

"Hey," I heard another guy's voice from the other side of the door, "It's me -- do you mind if I come in?"

That voice... I knew that voice, but I just couldn't put it together with a face. 

"Shit!" I thought, trying to pull myself together, "I really need more time with the programming tapes. I mean, I've obviously got Jack's body now, and I was able to get into his apartment this afteroon -- and nobody's had any questions so far. But in order to really take over his life, and to take on all of his personality traits, and to have all of his memories, I have got to get all the way through these tapes!"

Suddenly the voice on the other side of the door "clicked" in my head. I realized, going through Jack's memories, that it was the voice of one of his roommates. Oh wow -- and what was that? A quick image flashed through my mind of the two of them going at it in Jack's bedroom just a few nights ago...

"All right," I thought, "Didn't expect that..."

The doorknob turned and he stepped in. I was just going to have to go with it.

"Hey man," he smiled, "Wow -- lookin' good, stud!"

I offered a smile back as he stepped closer.

"Uh... thanks?" I said.

"No," he said, "I mean it. I wish you would walk around without your shirt on more often. You know I love your body, dude."

He placed his hands on my pecs and suddenly I felt a rush of information surge through my body. Maybe I had gotten more from the programming tapes so far than I had thought! I suddenly "remembered" that this guy's name was Aiden, and we apparently had quite the secret relationship going on. The only problem was that our third roommate, Matt, was your typical homophobic asshole jock, as were most of our friends, and so there was no way we could really be together in public.

"Thanks, babe," I said, picking up a nickname that I knew they called each other only in private, "Can't wait to see yours again this weekend."

As more and more information poured in, I realized that Matt was going home for the weekend and so Aiden and I would have the apartment to ourselves, something both of us apparently were looking very much forward to.

"Fuck," he said, leaning in closer to me, "I wish I could skip class this afternoon and just stay here and chill with you -- especially if you're gonna be running around the apartment with your shirt off!"

"I know, dude," I said, pulling from more new memories, "But I know you've got that big test this afternoon -- and you're going to do amazing on it, just like always."

"Aw, thanks babe!" He said with a smile.

He leaned in towards me and gave me a quick kiss. I kissed him back.

"Bye, babe," he said, turning around and heading out the door, "Oh -- and you better put a shirt on before Matt gets home. You don't want him to see you prancing around like a little fairy, do you?"

"You would know!" I joked back, grinning with Jack's very attractive smile.

And then, as soon as Aiden was out the door, I collapsed on the bed, wiping the sweat from my brow. I hoped he hadn't noticed that I was sweating so much. Fuck, that had been a close one! I mean, I pulled it off pretty well -- but once I listened to the rest of those tapes, I knew that the deception would be competely flawless, and I would be able to perform as Jack effortlessly.

I laid back on the bed and pulled the headphones back up over my ears. I closed my eyes and smiled, resting my hands on my new muscular chest as I thought about how much I really was going to enjoy it all...

Youth Juice

"Shit... how am I going through this stuff so fast?" thought Coach Mitchell, catching a quick moment alone in the locker room, "The meet isn't even halfway over yet. Fuck! Maybe that little science nerd who sold me this stuff was right... it wears off faster with increased physical activity. God damn it. All I wanted was just to regain my youth... to feel what it was like to be young again and back in shape -- and actually on the team instead of just coaching it from the sidelines -- and this potion certainly did the trick! But I can't keep going through bottle after bottle of this stuff... I only have so much left. I've got to find a way to make the changes permanent. Otherwise, at this rate, I'll be back to being a balding, out-of-shape, used-to-be-jock again before I know it!"

A New Toy

"Sorry, sport. It's just like you said. We just have to pretend to be each other until we can figure out how to swap back. That means your room is downstairs now and mine is upstairs. So, uh, why don't you go on down and play with your toys or whatever -- I've got a new toy that I'd like to play with myself..."

Complimentary Upgrade

Every time I take a shower in this goddamn suit, the facemask comes loose. And taking it to the beach or the pool? Ha! Forget about it. I'm gonna have to send it in for an exchange. In fact, I might actually replace it with a completely different suit -- I haven't really been able to pick up guys with this one the way I had hoped. Turns out all the guys I'm interested in don't like the "pretty boy" type, so maybe I'll be able to trade this one in for something a little bit more rough around the edges. Hell, maybe they'll even give me some sort of a complimentary upgrade -- like a bigger dick, or some cool tattoos or something. It's the least they could do, given the trouble I've gone through with this suit! 

I Always Get What I Want

Yes, everything was all working out perfectly for Jenna -- it always did. That she became captain of the cheerleading team was no surprise. Her mom was the coach, and her dad was one of the school's major financial supporters. But the fact that she was dating Brandon Jenkins, the quarterback and captain of the football team, was a bit more unexpected. Everybody knew that they didn't get along and Brandon frequently told all of his football buddies that he wouldn't even dream about dating a stuck-up bitch like Jenna. But Jenna always got what she wanted.

That's why she drugged Brandon's drink at a house party one Friday night, knocking him out and dragging him into an unused bedroom. To anyone who saw it happen, it just looked like two drunk kids stumbling into a bedroom together. Jenna, however, had much more sinister plans.

Once they were in the bedroom, she tossed Brandon on the bed and promptly injected him with a highly-experimental serum that she had "borrowed" from her father's pharmeceuticals company. Once the serum began to course through Brandon's body, the effect was immediate. Through a complex process, his body was being broken down and emptied out on the inside, while on the outside his skin was becoming a flexible, wearable bodysuit.

Just as the process was completing itself, the door cracked open. Jenna was startled for a moment to see Jason Needler standing in the doorway. Jason was a nice enough guy. He and Jenna had gone to school together since kindergarten, but once middle school started, they really went their separate ways. She, of course, went on to be the super-popular captain of the cheerleading team, and he became the quiet, nerdier type who appeared to care less about being either popular or good-looking.

"Jason!" she said, jumping up, "What are you doing here!"

"Uh --" said Jason, "I'm sorry."

"I told you not to come in here until I sent you a text!"

"Oh. I'm sorry. I just thought maybe we could talk about this one more time and -- Whoa! Is that him?!" asked Jason, stepping into the room and observing the passed-out figure of what was once Brandon Jenkins. 

"Yes," said Jenna, stepping aside, "Close the door! He isn't done yet!"

Jason quickly closed the door and stepped closer to the quickly-emptying Brandon suit. 

"So everything's working like it's supposed to?" Jason asked.

"I think so..." said Jenna, stepping up to Jason and placing her hands on his chest, and then looking down at the suit, "Oh... he is going to look so good on you."

Jason blushed. In the back of his mind wondering if this would all really work out just as Jenna had planned it. She was a smart girl, he knew. A lot smarter than people gave her credit for. But this plan was just crazy. He was supposed to put on this Brandon Jenkins costume that Jenna had made and then just step into this completely different life of being the star quarterback and captain of the football team. The only catch was that he would have to date Jenna -- but even that wasn't much of a catch at all. He had always had a thing for her -- ever since middle school. But it just couldn't possibly work... could it?

Jenna had been busy stripping off all of Brandon's clothing and Jason was slightly embarrassed to see the fully-nude figure of Brandon Jenkins laying in front of him. The suit was now visibly hollow, and caved in at certain places, distorting the features in a very strange way.

"I think it's ready now. Put it on," Jenna said with some urgency, "We can't risk anybody walking in on this or else everything will be ruined!"

She stepped over to me again and began to take off my shirt. He couldn't believe that she was about to see his pale, scrawny chest. He began to protest.

"Can't I go into the bathroom and do this or something?"

"Jason!" she said, pulling again at his shirt, "Come on! You said you wanted to do this, now come on!"

Awkwardly, he took off the rest of his clothes.

"The underwear, too," she said. Jason could have died of embarassment.

Reluctantly, he took them off, holding his hands in front of his junk. Yes, if anybody walked in on this, they would both have a lot of explaining to do. Jenna held the suit up in front of him.

"You have to enter through the mouth," she said.

It wasn't immediately apparent to Jason what she meant, but then she began opening Brandon's mouth wider and wider and wider, until it really appeared that he would be able to step right inside.

"Now!" she said as she grabbed Jason's leg and directed it through Brandon's gaping mouth.

It was squishy on the inside, and warm. Jason's leg slid smoothly down into Brandon's and Jenna put his toes in place one-by-one. Jason wiggled them, feeling a little bit sick -- but completely fascinated -- about what was happening. Those were his feet now. Those big hairy things were his.

"Hurry up!" she urged again, not leaving him much time to try out his new appendages.

He put my other leg in and Jenna pulled the suit up over his waist like a pair of muscular, hairy pants. Up to this point, he had still been trying to hide his dick from Jenna, but now she roughly pushed his hands away.

"Well it definitely looks like you're getting an upgrade in the penis department," she said, much to Jason's embarrassment, "Here, you have to put it in here. It'll be like putting on a condom."

She held out the empty sheath that was Brandon's cock. Jason had no idea what it was like to put on a condom. He was a still a virgin. But he directed his penis into the opening and Jenna took no hesitation in pulling the suit snugly over it. Almost immediately, Jason's dick sprung to attention. Only it wasn't his cock down there -- it was Brandon's. And it was huge! It was huge and veiny and hairy, and it had these big, heavy balls attached to it. Yes, he was definitely getting an upgrade in the penis department.

"Wow," he said. And Jenna was in full agreement.

"Come on, let's get the rest of the suit on you!" she said, offering one of the arms to Jason like a sleeve.

He plunged his hand down into it and straight into the meaty fingers of the Brandon suit, and then did the same with the other arm. He flexed the fingers a few times and then his eyes followed all the way up the rest of the arms that he would now be looking down at for the rest of his life. They were awesome arms -- the kind you see in comic books, Jason thought. The kind that could really launch a football. Smooth and muscular and tan. And his.

Next was the torso, which Jenna pulled up over Jason like a T-shirt. He instantly gained a pair of heavy pecs. The nipples were different than what he had before. These ones kind of sat right at the edge of each slab of muscle and pointed downwards towards the stunning eight-pack of abs that he now possessed. Never in his life did he think that he would have a stomach like that. 

"Almost there," said Jenna, pausing for a second, "Are you really sure that you want to do this, Jason?"

"Yes, Jenna," he said, grabbing her hand. It looked tiny now in his big manly paws, "Believe me, you are giving me so many things that I could never have even dreamed about having. This is so amazing -- please don't stop now. And stop calling me Jason. I'm Brandon Jenkins now!"

He flexed a bicep and it responded flawlessly.

"Not yet, you're not!" she said with a smile.

She stretched the mouth of the suit once more and pulled it up and over his head like a hood. There was darkness for a moment. Jason couldn't breath. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. His thoughts were cloudy and he couldn't seem to make sense of who he was. It felt like something had gone terribly wrong. But then there was light again. His eyes opened and he realized that he was now seeing through Brandon's eyes for the first time. He looked down and knew that this body was all his now. This perfect body was all his.

"Oh my god..." said Jenna, her trembling hands covering her mouth, "It's him. I mean -- it's you. I mean -- it's Brandon! It really is!"

"I'm Brandon Jenkins now," Jason said in complete disbelief. His voice was even a perfect match of Brandon's. 

He ran his hands over the short crew-cut of his now blond hair, down his thick neck, over his square shoulders, his heavy pecs.

"Oh, Jason!" she said, "It's amazing!"

"You're telling me!" Jason said, "And really -- you've gotta stop calling me Jason."

"Sorry, Brandon," she said, "Won't happen again. Promise."

"That's all right, babe," he said, taking on all of Brandon's confidence and charm.

"Oh my god!" she said, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you call me that!"

He pulled her into his big chest. He was still naked, but now that he looked like this he didn't mind at all. He leaned down to her -- amazed that he was now so tall -- and gave her a kiss on the lips. She kissed him back, savoring this moment that she had wanted for so long

"I always get what I want," she said with a wicked little grin, "Now let's get you dressed and back to the party, stud. People are going to start to wonder what you and me have been doing in here for so long."

"Well if people are going to start rumors anyway," he said, "Why don't we go ahead and put a little bit of truth behind it?"

Then, he skillfully began to remove Jenna's clothing as he gently laid her down on the bed. It was Brandon's skill that he would be using in bed, but they both knew that it was really nerdy little Jason Needler inside of that hunky body, and the very thought of that was enough to send them both over the edge again, and again, and again.

THE END

It's Mutual

Me and David both got exactly what we wanted out of swapping bodies. He got my old huge body, and I got a fresh new one to start building on. Of course, it's his responsibility to maintain all of those huge muscles now, and I have to admit it must look pretty crazy to have me teaching him all of these heavy-duty weightlifting techniques now that I look like a kid myself. But once we get all of that stuff out of the way, I think we will both really be happy with our new lives!

Comparisons

"All right," I said, "Now let's see the abs!"

We both pulled the same pose, clasping our arms behind our heads and tightening our abdominal muscles, just like professional bodybuilders would.

"Wow!" I said, looking him up and down "Those look great -- really realistic!"

"Thanks, man!" He said, "Yours look good too. And I really like the way the tattoo looks."

"Thank you," I said, dropping the pose and twisting my waist a little bit so that he could see the tattoo better, "It cost me a bit extra, but I thought it would be a cool touch. I wish that I had gotten a little bit bigger of a suit, though, like yours."

"I dunno," He said, "I think the shorter muscle guy look is really cute on you -- I wouldn't mind trying it out myself."

"Really?" I said, "Maybe we'll have to arrange to swap suits sometime then..."

Summertime Body

Summer is finally here, and for once I am going to enjoy every minute of it! Never before have I been able to walk around in just shorts and flipflops -- no shirt necessary. I mean, why would I want to hide this? I have a freakin' perfect physique now, I'm good-looking, I'm confident, and for the first time in my life, I'm happy with the way that I look. As for the poor guy that I swapped with, I'm sure he'll be spending the summer the same way that I used to -- hiding away in the basement, playing video games, and wishing that he could have all of the things that I now possess.