English Class Swap

The last thing I saw before everything went blurry was somebody in my body, somebody pretending to be me, raising up the sleeve of his shirt and flexing his bicep. When I woke up, I was laying on the cold tile floor, and everyone in my English class was gathered around me. Then my impostor stepped forward, towering over me.

"Guess the little guy just couldn't handle this!" he said, flexing his biceps again. Even his voice sounded exactly like mine!

All of my friends gathered around the impostor and started laughing and pointing. I couldn't figure out what was going on. They all believed that he was me! But then, who was I...?

I looked down at myself and instantly recognized the scrawny body of Stephen Skelley, one of the nerdiest guys in our class! I felt the world going blurry again as I heard the voice of Mrs. Campbell, our English teacher.

"Oh dear! Let's get Stephen to the nurse's office!" I heard her say, "Kyle, why don't you help him up?"

"But I'm Kyle!" I said, delirious, "I'm not Stephen Skelley!"

"Listen to the little nerd!" said the impostor, placing one of his strong arms behind my back and easily lifting me up, "He wishes he was me!"

Again, all of my friends just laughed. I was humiliated.

"Kyle Burns!" Mrs. Campbell said, "Get Stephen to the nurse's office and then after that, you can take yourself straight to the principle's!"

"Aw, man!" he said, exactly as I would have done, "Well let's get goin', nerd!"

As he guided me towards the classroom door, he leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

"How do you like being me so far, Stephen?" he said with a smirk.

"But I'm not --" I started to say back.

"Yes you fucking are," he said, confidentely, "You're Stephen Skelley from now on, and I'm Kyle Burns. Got it?"

I felt myself getting sick. I could hear more laughter in the background.

"Tough luck," my impostor said, "Now, like Mrs. Campbell said, we better get you to the nurse's office before everyone starts to think you're crazy!"

Goodnight, Karson

"Good night, right bicep!" I said, raising my arm, flexing it, and giving it a kiss, "Good night, left bicep!"

I raised my other arm and gave it a kiss as well.

"Good night, pecs and hairy chest, " I said, running my hands through the hair and feeling the big muscles underneath, "Good night abs... and good night to you too!"

I cupped my big cock and balls in my hands and gave 'em a good squeeze, loving how heavy and thick they felt. Finally, I turned to the mirror beside my bed.

"Goodnight, Karson," I smiled, "I've had a hell of a time in your body today, and the best thing is that I get to do it all over again tomorrow -- and the next day after that, and the next day after that..."

I gave myself one more good flex before flipping off the lights, throwing myself in Karson's bed and wrapping myself all up in his blankets.

"Tomorrow night, I'm bringin' someone home to share this bed with me," I said, thinking about the long list of guys I was going to seduce now that I had the body I had always dreamed of, "And they're gonna freakin' love my new body just as much as I do!"

I Love This Shirt

"I've always loved the way this shirt looks on you, Dwayne," I said, "But I never imagined I'd be the one wearing it and looking so fucking hot in it!"

"Listen, you little shit!" said Dwayne, "First of all, I don't want you fucking going through my closet. That's my shit in there! And second of all, you are not going out in my body tonight! I thought you told me you were going to work on figuring out how to swap us back!"

"Uh, yeah. Right," I said, "That's just what I want to do -- go back to being a nerdy freshman who just happened to end up with a super-hunky roommate like yourself. I don't think so, you know? In fact, now that I've had some time to think about it, I really like things now that they're swapped around. Yeah, I won't get to go to school for Mathematics like my parents wanted me to -- and boy, would they be pissed if they ever found out that my schedule is loaded up with a whole bunch of super easy P.E. and general studies classes now, because that's all a dumb fuck like you can handle! But you know what, Dwayne? They're not ever going to find that out. You know why? Because you are going to pretend to be Devin Michaels from now on. And I am going to tell you all of the things that you need to know, and I am going to teach you how to be me so well that even my own parents won't be able to tell. And you're going to do the same for me. You're going to tell me everything I fucking need to know about being Dwayne Miller and living your easy, pretty boy life -- although I'm pretty sure I'll be able to coast through."

"You're fucking sick!" said Dwayne, "You know, I think you set this whole thing up on purpose! This was no fucking accident, was it!?"

"Ah," I said, smirking, "So you're not as dumb as I thought. But what are you going to fucking do about it, huh? You think anyone is going to believe you? Go on, tell someone that your nerdy roommate swapped bodies with you so that he could, for once, be happy with the way he looks and live a life that didn't involve staying in his room all the time working on schoolwork while everyone else was out having fun. You just go on and tell everyone that --that is, if you want them all to think you're fuckin' crazy! Now, like I said, I'm going out tonight. And I am wearing this shirt because I have always loved the way you look in it, and I know the way everyone will look at me when I'm wearing it -- and I'm gonna fuckin' love every second of it! So have a good night sitting at home by yourself, Devin, cuz that's what you're gonna have to get used to from now on. See ya!"

The Time We Spend Together

"Do you like the time we spend together?" I warmly asked Kevin as he laid on top of me, our bodies warm from the afternoon we had spent in bed with each other.

"Like it?" he said, turning his head to smile at me, "I love it!"

"Good," I said, kissing him and holding him even tighter, "Because once I get inside of your body, we're going to be spending lots of time together."

"Silly!" he said, playfully slapping me, "What are you talking about --"

I wrapped my arms around him and started to press into his flesh.

"Oh!" he said, feeling the pressure, "You're ready to go again?"

"Yeah," I said, grunting, "Something like that."

He moaned as I continued to push myself into him -- clearly not realizing what I was doing. I liked it that way.

"Sammy?" he said, "This feels weird... what are you doing...?"

"I'm taking over your body," I said, calmly, remaining focused on the task at hand.

I gave myself a big push, feeling my legs and torso melt into his. He groaned again -- loudly. It may have been more out of pain than pleasure.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Sammy!" he said, now growing rightfully fearful, "Stop it! What is this?"

"Shut up!" I said, focusing even harder as I started to take control of his limbs and prepared to go all the way in, "I've been wanting your cute ass little twink-boy body forever, and now I'm finally gonna have it. And I'm gonna fuckin' love it!"

"Sammy!" he cried, "Please! What are you doing? Why are you acting this way?"

"Just shut up!" I said, reaching up and covering his mouth with his own hand.

Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and dove in through the back of Kevin's skull. If something was going to go wrong, it would be at this point. It was critical that I aligned everything perfectly.

After a few moments of darkness, and a little bit of struggling as Kevin gave up control of his body to me, everything came back into focus. I was breathing heavily and my body was drenched in sweat -- Kevin's sweat. I looked down and saw his cute little cock, still covered with his own cum from when we had fucked this afternoon. I saw his nice little abs, and his cute, smooth chest, with those nipples that he had just loved me licking. But they were mine now. His whole body was mine.

I reached down to his cock and began stroking it. It was already hard, and I knew that when I came, it would be his cum that splattered all over my chest. And I knew that he came a lot, and I was really fuckin' looking forward to feeling that! Working up speed, I finally shot my load, and felt the warm stream erupt out of my cock and onto my chest -- some of it even shooting onto the couch behind me and into my hair! I laughed, panting, and holding my cock as it softened.

"Damn, boy!" I said, knowing that on some level, he could still hear me, even though I had pushed most of his consciousness aside as I controlled him, "We better go get you cleaned up -- and then I wanna try that again! And again, and again, and again, and again...!"

Miami for the Week

"Excuse me, sir," I said, copying the voice of the bellman I had seen assist Mr. Carson to his hotel suite, "You forgot a piece of luggage in our bell closet."

"Oh, you the man!" he said. I saw that he'd already made himself quite comfortable. He'd stripped out of the business suit he'd been traveling in and into just a pair of basketball shorts as he checked out the view from his balcony, "Thanks, dawg! I appreciate --"

As he turned around, his face froze.

"Oh --" he said, "You're not --"

"No," I said coldly, "I'm not -- well, I'm not anybody really. But I'm about to be you, Mr. Carson!"

He backed up against the railing in defense, but I rushed right up on him, dissolving into his flesh, melting into him, and taking total control of his body in one swift motion.

I groaned and shook my most recent body out, looking down at what I now possessed. It was great the way my big, heavy muscles hung off of my broad frame, all covered in that beautiful caramel skin that I had been just dying to surround myself in ever since I'd seen Mr. Carson at the airport that morning.

Now I was free to spend the rest of the week in Miami, livin' it up in the topmost accomodations as the hot, young football player turned entrepeneur, Shawn Carson. By the end of the week, I was sure that I'd be able to find another body to slip into. But for the time being, all I wanted to do was just get all dressed up in one of Shawn's finest suits, head down to the hotel lounge, order a few top-shelf drinks (all charged to the room, of course), and then maybe hit up some nightlife for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow, it might be the beach to pick up some hotties, and the next day maybe a day of shopping. I always love trying on hot clothes and seeing how they look on a big guy like this. But whatever. I've got Mr. Carson's carefree lifestyle now, and his sexy body -- and all of his credit cards! This is definitely what I was looking for when I decided on going to Miami for the week.

Piano Practice

"Mom!" said Lucas, "Please! Do I really have to keep practicing piano? I wanna go, like, play football and stuff now, and hang out with Caleb's friends and stuff!"

"Lucas," said his mother, "You are not going to be 'hanging out' with Caleb's friends any time soon! You're eight years old, for God's sake! What would you do with a bunch of college-aged boys like you're brother's friends! Now, until we can figure out what went wrong with you're father's machine, and until we can get you and your brother back in your own bodies, we are just going to have to try and keep things as normal as they can be -- and that means you are going to practice your piano, young man!"

"Aw, Mom!" Lucas said, dejectedly, "You're no fun! I hate you!"

"Do you want to go to your room?" she asked sternly, "Is that what you want, Lucas? And no dinner?"

"No, Mom," said Lucas, unhappily turning back to his piano music, "I'm sorry."

"I better hear that music while I'm getting dinner ready," she said, heading off into the kitchen.

In the shiny reflection of the piano, Lucas tried to get a glimpse of himself and even managed to quickly flex his new arm muscles.

"This would be so cool," he said to himself, "If only my mom would let me have some fun!"

"What did you say?" he heard his mom say from the kitchen.

"Nothing, Mom," he said.

"That's what I thought!" she said, "Now get playing that piano!"

Nice Face

"Hey, man --" I said, coming around the corner of the bathroom, "Whoa! Hey, nice face! I like it! It's very masculine -- and it goes really well with that body!"

"You like it?" said Josh, my roommate, "Good. I just wanted to change things up a little bit, you know?"

"Yeah," I said, "I mean it's really cool! I wish you hadn't started shaving, though. I think you might look nice with a little bit of scruff now."

"No problem," he said, instantly growing the stubble back that he had just shaved off, "Better?"

"Better," I said, "But now I don't know about the voice. I mean, it sounded good with your old face but it, like, doesn't match with this one."

"OK," he said, clearing his throat, "How about this one?"

His voice was now very deep and gravelly.

"I dunno," I said, "Sounds too old for you. And I think it's too deep, too."

"Oh," he said with a smirk, "So maybe something like this would be better?"

I laughed. He had switched his voice to something very high-pitched and feminine, almost stereotypically gay.

"Stop it!" I said, still laughing, "Just try something normal, dude!"

"OK, fine," he said, switching his voice to a nice, smooth baritone with hint of a Texas drawl to it, "You okay with this one?"

"Oh, Josh!" I said, "I love it! Wow! This is a super-hot look for you! Now I'm gonna have to change myself up too!"

"Nah," he said, "I think you should keep this look for a little bit longer. You know I think it looks good on you, 'surfer boi,'"

"Like, totally, dude," I said with a smile.

"Well I got a few more little things I wanted to finish up," he said, "Like maybe add a few more tattoos and stuff, but I'll be out in a sec. And then we're still on for goin' out tonight, right?"

"Oh, for sure!" I said, "But hurry up -- I can't wait to take my new Texas stud out to the club!"

Birthday Boy

"Birthday boy?" said Kyle, as he flexed his biceps and showing off his tattoos, "You better call me the birthday MAN now!"

"Now, Kyle," his mother, Karen, said, "You know this will only last for this weekend. Now be a good boy and go put on the new outfit Mommy bought you. We can't have you running around with no clothes on now that you're a 'big boy.'"

"Yeah, whatever, Ma," said Kyle, openly checking out his newly-transformed body in front of his mother, "I'm not a little boy any more. In fact, I'd say I'm pretty damn big now!"

He grabbed his huge 9-inch cock and stuck his tounge out, giggling dumbly.

"Kyle Marshall Weatherford!" exclaimed Karen, "I will not have you acting obscenely in my household! Now, go put on your outfit -- and you can just stay in your room until you've calmed down, young man!"

"Sorry, Ma," said Kyle, "But I really don't think so. You think I'm gonna waste a weekend in a body like this upstairs in my room playing with my toys? I'm gettin' outta here! To the whole world, I look like a big boy now, and I think I'd like to see how that feels."

Kyle lunked off into the laundry room and started looking for some of his dad's clothes to wear. He sure as hell wasn't going to be wearing that stupid outfit his mom had bought for him. He was able to at least find a wifebeater and some shorts. Good enough to leave the house in. He'd been saving up his allowance to buy some new stuff once he got out, anyways. Some much cooler stuff.

"Like I said," he smiled, tossing off he stupid birthday hat his mom had made him wear, "I'm outta here."

"Kyle, no!" Karen said, to no avail, "Oh, dear. All I wanted was for my little boy to finally get to try one of those pills like he's been begging me to do for the past two months. I had no idea it would turn him into that!"

The best she could hope for was that everything would be back to normal once the pill wore off in a couple of days. Until then, she would just have to deal with the fact that her normally quiet, well-behaved little 10-year-old boy was now, at least for the time being, a totally ignorant, muscular and tattooed stud.

Captured Reflections

I've developed a device which allows me to capture reflections and then project them onto my own body. I have to be pretty quick, though -- reflections don't linger around forever, you know. So when I saw this hot guy getting out of his car, shirtless and with all of his awesome muscles on full display, I quickly rushed over to captured the reflection from his window. I didn't waste much time after that projecting the image onto myself.

"Perfect timing," I thought, "This'll make for a great beach body!"

With a push of a button, I was soon rubbing my hand along my now smooth, bald head and giving myself a quick flex in the reflection of the car window. Then I strutted off in the opposite direction, excited that I had been able to capture yet another awesome body to spend my day off in.

The Tattoo Shop

"So neither one of you have ever gotten tattoos before?" I asked, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.

"Nope," the guy sitting in my chair laughed, "But what the hell? We figured why not?"

"You two haven't been drinking now, have you?" joked my assistant, readying the other guy on the back table, "Wouldn't want you to end up with something you regret..."

"Well maybe a little, dude," the other guy slurred, "But whatever. Me and my bro have always wanted to get matching tattoos. We've been best friends since we were in grade school, man. And like I told ya, we're not gonna get to see each other much after this summer, so we just wanna do this you know?"

"It's cool, dude," I said, "It's cool. Now you might feel a little bit of pain, but I think you two have both had enough to drink that help out with that... You ready?"

Both of the studly guys that had wandered into our shop grunted in what we could only interpret as agreement. Fuck, they were both nearly passed out, but this was an opportunity we couldn't afford to pass up!

"Needles ready?" I asked my assistant.

"Needles ready!" he responded, "Let's go!"

Delicately, we began tracing the outline of the tattoos, knowing that as the ink seeped into their skin, we would soon have two new body suits to add to our collection. Already, the boys had lost consciousness and were beginning to hollow out.

"Dude, this feels... weird..." said the guy I was working on.

"Won't last too much longer," I said, knowingly. My assistant just chuckled.

"Can we take these suits off now?" he asked, tugging at the facemask.

"Yeah, I don't see why not," I agreed as I began to slip mine off.

I don't know why I always had to be the chick. Apparently I "played the part better." But whatever. I only had to be her during business hours. As soon as the shop closed, I had an entire back room full of other bodies I could use -- and I was about to have two more. True, being located on the beach, we already had a good assortment of "beach dudes," but these two would be nice to have on hand. We might even be able to finish out their vacation for them, as it seems they planned on being here through the weekend. We can just close up shop, go check into their hotel room, finish up the liquor they brought with them and chill by the pool. Maybe we can even show off our new matching tattoos, and definitely put in a good word for "that tattoo shop down on the beach" if we see anybody who might be a good addition to our collection.

The Heir

"The measurements are perfect, Michael, I'm telling you. Trust me, I've worked with the real Jason Chambers, and this suit is a perfect match -- I mean, even down to the smallest detail!"

"Well it better be!" said Michael, "Because you know we can't afford any slip-ups. This suit may make me look like some dumb, overly-pretty Beverly Hills party boy, but for the time being, it also makes me look exactly like Jason Chambers, heir to one ridiculosly huge inheritance that I'm just dying to get my pretty little manicured hands on. And as soon as I do, and the money is safely transferred over to my own accounts, we're both gonna get these suits off, head back home, and start livin' the life my friend! Now, get me some of Jason's clothes -- I've got some paperwork to sign, and then that money is as good as ours!"

I Am My Own Grandson

"Man, I even smell like a teenager again!" said Gerald, "This is fantastic! I've only been in my grandson's body for one day, and already I'm starting to feel and act just like him! At this rate, I should have no problem completely fitting in as him by the end of the week. Even my own son -- well I guess I should think of him as my 'dad' now -- hasn't been able to tell the difference. Considering he hasn't spoken to me in years, it's nice to think I might be able to have an actual father/son relationship with him now... even though it's going to be a little bit different than it used to be, since I'm the 'son' now! And what a son I'll be! Hell, my grandson's got a nice little body for a boy his age, and he's pretty good-looking if I do say so myself -- he must've gotten that from me! And, damn he smells so good! So young and fresh! And just wait until I splash myself with some of that trendy body spray he's got up in his bedroom. No more Old Spice for me! I am my own grandson now!"