Roommates Remodeled

Yeah, I was a little worried when I moved in with these two gay guys, but I have to say everything has worked out pretty good. Of course -- when I first got here, things were a little different. Stu and Graham were two perfect little pretty gay boys -- bleach-blond hair, all into fashion and design and Britney Spears and hosting queer little dinner parties. The works, man, I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.

But now, a couple weeks in, I don't think they'd have a fuckin' clue about any of that stuff if they tried. Not only have I slowly transformed them into two big, straight-looking, Marine-type guys, I've made it so they act the part as well. Now it's pretty common for me to come home to see the two of them just sitting on the couch watching the game and chugging down some beers -- and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Not Really into Girls Any More

"Jimmy...?" said Jennifer, "Baby? Are you sure you're ok? You've been acting really strange all morning. Is it something I said? Are you mad at me?"

"Huh?" said Jimmy, raising up his shirt and absently running his hands along his furry belly.

"And since when do you like... bananas?" said Jennifer.

Jimmy slowly pulled the banana out of his mouth, casually taking a bite of it. He turned his head to Jennifer and smiled, his lips moist.

"Sorry," he said, "But who are you again?"

"Who am I!?" exclaimed Jennifer, "Jimmy! I'm your girlfriend! It's me, Jennifer!"

"Oh," said Jimmy, taking another bite of the banana and continuing to run his hands through the hair on his chest, "Right. Listen, uh, Jennifer, right? I don't really think I'm into girls any more."

"Not into -- what?" said Jennifer, on the verge of tears, "Jimmy, what is going on!?"

"Is this my place?" said Jimmy, looking around the well-appointed apartment.

"Yes, of course it's your place! Don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah. Right. So, I'm gonna need you to go, then. We'll, uh, talk about it later, Jessica."

"Jimmy!" screamed Jennifer, "It's Jennifer! Who is Jessica? Tell me what the hell is going on here!"

"Yeah, whatever," said Jimmy, "Could you just get outta here?"

"Fine!" said Jennifer, collecting her thing, "But don't you expect to hear from me ever again, Jimmy DeSantos!"

"Jimmy DeSantos..." Jimmy said to himself, rubbing his stubble, "I like that..."

"I really hope you figure out what's going on," said Jennifer, "Because something is totally not right here."

She slammed the door behind her as she left, and finally Jimmy was alone. He looked down at his lumbering body, peeking underneath his shirt once again and pleased by the manly, hairy chest that he saw. He awkwardly flexed his arms. Sure, he wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, but he had some power in those things!

"What the hell happened to me...?" he said to himself, trying to retrace what had happened the night before "This is the guy I picked up at the bar last night. The one that told me he had a girlfriend, so we had to keep everything on the downlow. God, I remember him fucking me, and then I remember laying there next to him saying how much I wished I was a big, butch top guy like him instead of a twinky little bottom -- and that's it. Next thing I know... here I am... And I'm... him. I'm him!"

The new Jimmy DeSantos turned to a mirror and grinned. Somehow, some way, his wish had come true, and the one thing he knew for sure was that he sure as hell was not going to take the opportunity for granted!

Sorry, Little Sister

"I'm real sorry I had to take all of this from you, Stephen, but you totally understand right? I'm really into your girlfriend, Sasha, but I just couldn't get her to get interested in me when I was your 'bratty little sister.' Whatever, I guess she's not into girls, but I really wouldn't say that's an issue now, would you? Man, it feels great to have this thing between my legs! I've always wanted one, you know, and I know for a fact that Sasha's gonna love it! And I've got your room now down here in the basement, and now that I'm the 'older' one, Mom and Dad might actually give me some privacy to enjoy myself! Sorry, 'little sister,' you're just gonna have to get used to your new stupid, pink, little girl's room, and all of those stupid dresses that Mom always used to make me wear. Meanwhile, I think I'll just go through your jeans and t-shirts and find something to put on -- or maybe I'll just walk around the house shirtless like you used to do. I mean, I can totally do that now if I want! Oh -- and, uh, I wouldn't bother telling anybody about this. I mean, you might think it's bad being trapped as a girl, but if I wanted to, I could put you in a much worse body. Just keep that in mind, huh, little sis? All right -- now get outta my room. I've gotta get ready to invite Sasha over!"

Totally Sucks

"Oh, man. I thought I fuckin' had it made when I found out how to swap bodies with my older brother, Dan. I got all of his muscles, and and all of his tattoos, and all of the hot chicks that he's always talking to -- and his damn motorcycle. Too bad I didn't know how to fuckin' ride it! One minute I was on it, feelin' like the king of the world as Dan watched on helplessly from my body as I took his prized bike out for a spin, the next minute I was waking up in a hospital bed with this big ol' brace around my neck. Now I have to spend the rest of my time as Dan wearing this damn thing and feeling like shit from the pain meds. By the time I'm all healed up, the spell will have worn out and I'll be back to being my own self. Damn it. This coulda been so awesome, but now it just totally sucks."

Twink Juice

"Oh yeah," I said, checking out my body, "Look at these cute little nipples! And these tight little pecs, and -- holy shit! I've even got a nice six-pack now! And my skin is so soft and smooth, and even my voice sounds so... I dunno, cute! And I feel so energetic -- like I just wanna put on some hot music and dance around the house and shake my cute little ass in nothing but my underwear! Man, that Twink Juice worked just like it said it would! I went to bed last night a fat, hairy, old man, and now I look and feel just like an adorable little twink. I love it! I gotta go buy me some more of that stuff!"

Not Quite as Planned

"What am I doing?" thought Greg, "All I meant was to just use that old medallion my grandma gave me to make myself look like Bobby, sneak into his apartment while he was out, and pretend to be him for a bit. How was I supposed to know that his boyfriend would show up while I was in the shower!? Now he's just out there waiting for me -- well, waiting for Bobby -- to come out, and what am I supposed to do? Oh, god! Now he's knocking on the door. He wants to come in with me! What do I tell him? Damn, it would be hot getting with him and him having no clue that I'm not the real Bobby, but what if the real Bobby walks in on us? I mean, he's supposed to be out for another hour, but what if he comes home early? Oh man! Why didn't I think about any of this before!?"

Picture Message

"Won't Dad just love getting this picture of me, in his body, wearing his workout clothes, using his iPhone, and working out at his gym on his day off? Oh wait -- now that he's in high school again, he's not allowed to receive texts while he's in class! Ah well, it'll be a nice little surprise for him once school's over, especially since I told him I would just stay in the house today and wait for him to get home so that we could try and figure out how to swap back. Ha! Fuck that! My dad's a handsome dude, and he's a got a damn nice body for a guy his age -- and don't think I haven't seen the way some of the guys around the gym have been checkin' me out! A guy could get used to this, you know? Anyways -- back to my workout. The way I see it, I'm not switchin' back with my Dad any time soon, so I'd better keep this body in shape!"

Being a Big Boy

"Mommy!" said Andy, coming around the corner from his bedroom, "Something's wrong with my pee-pee! It's really big, and it's hard, and it feels really funny when I touch it!"

"Oh, Jesus!" said Lisa, his mother, covering her eyes, "Andy, darling, please go back in your room and put some clothes on!"

"But, Mommy! None of my clothes will fit me any more!"

"Here --" said Lisa, digging through some laundry, "Try these on. They're you're father's, but it will at least be something!"

"You mean I get to wear Daddy's underwears now?" said Andy, giggling, "But, Mommy, that's silly!"

"Please! Andy! Just put them on!"

"Oh," said Andy, becoming sad, "I'm sorry, Mommy..."

"It's okay, baby," she said, "Just please put these on for Mommy. At least until we can figure out what happened and then make you a little boy again."

"Okay, Mommy," said Andy, taking the briefs from her and awkwardly putting them on, unused to his new size, "Look -- my pee-pee is still hard!"

His very adult hard-on now bulged through the tight briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Andrew," said Lisa, becoming flustered, "Mommy needs you to just go back into your room so that she can call the doctor -- and in the mean time, I want you to try not to touch that, okay?"

"Ewww! Why would I want to touch it, Mommy!?" said Andy, giggling again.

"Just... go to your room, Andy," said Lisa.

"Oh. Okay," said Andy, "Gee, I hope I can go back to being a little boy soon. Being a big boy doesn't seem like very much fun at all!"

"I hope so too," said Lisa, "I hope so too..."

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...!"