History of a Nomad Soul

Let me tell you how I became a “Nomad Soul”, well it’s a bit of a sordid story involving lying, deceit, manipulation and let’s just say some of the lower forms of internet life.

You see I once had a physical body, some of you may remember some of my previous stories and experiences – but how I lost my one true physical form is a story that hurts me. You may think its cool being able to possess any physical body taking control accessing the body’s memories and traits but I would swap with you in a blink of an eye To have my own body again rather than simply playing out some other person destiny, always pretending to be someone else rather than myself – something I yearn for.

I would be 27yrs old now, but I still prefer the younger 18+ yr old bodies I find. You see age isn’t important now, as a nomad soul time is meaningless I will just go on forever, until I find some way ending this sorry semi-existence.

So how did it happen? I was out of luck wandering the streets of California at the age of 19 – I’d been moved on so many times by the police I really needed somewhere. It was then I was approached by Doug, a seedy looking guy who said he could give me some shelter if I would work for him. Desperate for a place to stay for a while I agree, and returned to his apartment. When we arrived it was evident that this guy made movies, my suspicions was correct Doug made porn videos releasing them on the internet for money.

He told me that as I was now working for him I needed to sign a contract and in return I would get a basic pay and a place to sleep. I said I didn’t want to be in any of his video – and he said “Sure, no one will ever see you in any of my videos”, I glanced over the contract, there was a lot of words I didn’t understand but I signed it anyway. As I completed my signature a chill blew over my body, and Doug chuckled to himself. I realised something was wrong instantly. Then Doug explained; I was horrified.

“The contract you have just signed not only gives me ownership of your physical body, but gives you the ability to project yourself into others, only I can release you early of this 5yr contract.” “My less than human lawyers designed this contract to help me earn millions producing the best movies. Oh and if you’re thinking of jumping into me and voiding the contract, you see this tattoo on my arm, that stops you getting into me. And don’t bother trying to hide I can sense what body you are hiding in!”

My fate had been sealed by some kind of demonic contract for at least the next five years. “Now let’s try out your new found talent” leered Doug. He picked up the phone and dialled a number, asking someone called Kevin to come on over for a quick $50. Doug explained to take control of a person I simply needed to mentally push out of my own body and into the other person.

About 20 minutes passed and there was a knock at the door, Doug opened It and let in Kevin. He was quite tall and looked about the same age as me. HE had cropped black hair and bushy eyebrows; completely different to my blonde hair. He gave a big goofy smile to Doug as he introduced me to Kevin. Doug asked Kevin to sit on the bench and watch some videos while he got ready. I was sitting in an old sofa behind Kevin; I could see he wasn’t a muscular guy, skateboarder I guessed.

Doug gave me the nod, and I knew he wanted me to take Kevin. I remembered what Doug had told me, and I pushed myself out of my body, just as if I was pushing myself out of the chair – only my physical body remained in the seat. I floated weightlessly above my head. I could clearly see Doug and Kevin – I knew Doug told me that his tattoo would protect him but I had to try. I moved towards Doug and tried to push in, I was immediately thrown back – I tried again but the same thing happened, I guess that tattoo really did work.

I moved across to Kevin who was still watching the video, I expected it to be hard to enter this guy’s body but I slipped into his skin like a hot knife through butter. Kevin groaned as I took control, and then all of a sudden Kevin’s memories flowed into mine, his childhood, when he was a teenager, and then it hit me; I snapped my – no Kevin’s head around in shock and looked at Doug smiling.

Kevin’s recent memories poured into my consciousness, Kevin had worked for Doug, only his contract had just expired – I was his replacement. “Now you know what’s expected of you” said Doug. I turned to look at myself in the sofa; I looked like I was in a deep sleep. I know knew what Doug had planned for me through Kevin’s previous experiences, Doug would trawl the streets looking for guys if they looked suitable he would approach them to see it they wanted to be in some of his movies, usually just jerk-off movies and the like – but never anything hardcore. If they said yes, I was not required, if they said no it was my job to jump into their skin and play the part for Doug – they would still get the money, and their memories would be intact, but they would not be aware of my work.

I stood up in Kevin’s body and went to the mirror and looked at my reflection, it of course was alien – but from within Kevin it still felt natural. “You bastard” I said, suddenly realising I was talking with Kevin’s voice; Doug just smiled “your mine now – get used to it”.

“I’ve asked Kevin’s best bud to join us as well; you shouldn’t have any problem convincing him you’re really Kevin”, “Fuck you!” I replied, which shocked me a little as I didn’t normally swear, I guessed it must have been one of Kevin’s traits, I was becoming more like Kevin by the minute.

It wasn’t long before Doug returned with a guy, I instantly knew him as Trevor, even though I had never seen him before. He wore coveralls I also knew that he worked at the local garage repairing trucks.

I smiled and said “Hi Trevor”, the guy replied with a cheery “Hey!” Doug left the room but I knew he was watching on CCTV… we chatted for about 20mins, Kevin’s memories flowed into my head, Trevor never knew – the deception proved and Doug returned.

Doug asked if we both wanted to make some money, from Kevin’s memories I knew what Doug was leading to… “Sure” I replied and Doug proposed a little jack-off movie. I stripped Kevin of his clothes knowing that he had done it a thousand times before me and stood in front of the mirror. With all I knew about Trevor it was long before he was jerking off, with his hand down the front of his coveralls. I applied more pressure and he stripped and we both jerked off, after a good 40 minutes we both got dressed and took our money, I told Trevor I would see him later and the guy left.

I sat down on the bench again, and pulled myself out of Kevin and returned to my own body, it was an amazing feeling with all the exertion I still felt relaxed upon the return to my own body. Kevin gulped on some air as control was returned to him, he turned and looked at me “Hey, that was awesome; you did a real good job”. Kevin turned to Doug “Am I free to go now?” he asked. “Yes, you have finished your contract now go!” replied Doug. With that Kevin left – and I don’t remember seeing him again.

That was my first possession, others followed – many, many more. My own soul numbed by the task I had committed myself to. A this time I was still bound by the contract, my will bent to Doug’s commands – I was still not a Nomad Soul, but let me tell you about how the contract was broken and the day of my new existence started.

It was a typical day for me; I sat in the back of his car while we trawled the neighbourhood looking for suitable candidates for Doug’s next movie when we came across Cain, a 20yr old waiting by a tree for his girlfriend apparently. From what I could see he was a slim guy, he had a black t-shirt, baggy UFO pants and a yellow baseball cap he was holding a skateboard just and it was just what Doug was looking for.

Doug approached the young jock and made the proposition, I could clearly see that Cain wasn’t interested – shaking his head. Then Doug gave the signal, and I closed my eyes. Moments later I was in Cain’s tight skateboarder’s body looking up at Doug, I smiled adopting Cain’s mannerisms immediately as I removed the cap and scratched my head. I replaced the cap, and stroked my face feeling the small goatee on my chin. I got up and started to walk to the car, without knowing it I slipped my free hand under my t-shirt and felt my body; the small but firm pecs, and the tight abs.

We returned to the car and I got in the passenger seat, glancing over my shoulder at my true sleeping self. We returned to the studio, and Doug parked in the garage leaving my sleeping body in the car. Once inside I stripped and performed like I had done many times before, although with this body I felt most at home. Cain had a great body and lovely tattoos over his chest and arms. The hour went quickly and it was time to return Cain to the place where we had found him, Doug handed me $250 and I slipped it into my baggy UFO pants and sat down by the tree.

It was at this point we heard the sirens of a police car, and we looked around as a speeding car came around the corner closely followed by a police car. Shots rang out and one of the rear tyres exploded on the car. The driver lost control and as I stood up ploughed into Doug’s car exploding almost instantly. The heat from the car was almost unnatural I stood up in Cain’s body as the cold horror of realisation hit me – my sleeping body was still in the car.

As the searing heat continued I felt a deep sharp pain as my body was destroyed, Cain buckled and lost consciousness as I lost my links back to my physical body - the rest was a blur, as I too slipped unconscious.

I can only guess that Doug, checked Cain’s body for my soul and found nothing – but I was in there, but deep, deep in Cain’s unconscious mind damaged and hurt by what was the most traumatic experience of my “life”.

From what I now know Cain quickly regained consciousness very quickly, and he was check over by the paramedics and given the all clear – by this time Doug had long gone, what a rat!

Cain continued his life as normal for another 2 weeks, while I lay in his subconscious recovering from the event. I knew nothing of what was going on, only that they place was dark and warm as I cam to terms with my existence.

In the third week, I felt strong enough, and I stretched once more taking control of Cain. Coming back into reality I was able to piece together the event using Cain’s memories. Somehow I knew I had been released from the contract and was not owned by Doug any more – but I also knew that I now no longer had my own physical body. I continued living Cain’s life without any of his friends or family realising there was someone else in control – but I still felt guilty about using Cain, the guy that had unknowingly nurtured my soul back to health.

It was one late night after I had been out drinking with the guys I decided to try and get out of Cain, it maybe that I would just cease it exist – it was a risk I was prepared to take for Cain’s sake.

I sat up in the chair, still a bit light headed with the beers, but I hadn’t had that much. I looked over a Billy he was staying over and going home tomorrow. He was a big guy, I could see him asleep on the bed, and he was my only choice.

I sat back in the chair, again concerned that my existence could be snuffed out within the next few minutes – but I knew I had to give Cain back hi sown life.

I took one last breath from within Cain’s body and pushed myself out. I floated above the two guys, reassured that I still existed and waited for Cain to become himself again. I heard him gasp, and sit up. He looked around and grabbed a bottle taking a mouthful, and gulping it down. I knew he would be ok without me.

I looked over at Billy still there asleep on the bed and made my way other to him floating above the heavily built jock. “Well, this is it”, I said to myself – will I be able to touch or feel physical stuff again, of just float and be a mere spectator for the rest of my existence?

I rolled over, floating over the jock aligning myself with his body and slowly lowered myself down to meet his physical form. As I touched his physical form, I could feel some resistance, but I was stronger now and I pushed into his body; again wrapping my soul in warm flesh and muscle.

Billy’s body went into a brief spasm as I took control and put Billy’s soul into a deep sleep. I gulped in air, coughed and instantly threw up. Cain came over and slapped me on the back – it was a dull meaty thud that echoed through my new body as his hand made contact. “You OK dude?” asked Cain, it was weird hear what had been my voice – at least for a while. I coughed again “Yeah, I feel a lot better now, thanks” I replied in a deep voice. “I really think I’m going to be OK now”, I said in a confident voice.

I lived as Billy for a couple of weeks, but know I knew that I could swap when I liked I started to move to each of Cain’s friends in turn, until I felt strong enough to move away from Cain.

So that’s how I became a Nomad Soul, but that was a long time ago, and since then I’ve been many people. Young and old, – I’ve taken celebrities, and family members, but I have always respected the people I take.

So maybe I’ll tell you more about my adventures, hey – if a friend of yours is acting out of character, it might just be me inside looking out at you – who knows…

Against the Rules

“Wow! Wicked cool!” said Jared, looking up at the quarterback of the team, Kevin Heigel.

“Nah, man,” said Skylar, one of the other players, “This just doesn’t seem right, man. I mean, I know he looks like Kevin, and he sounds like Kevin – and yeah, I’ll admit it, he’s been playing just as good as Kevin does, if not even a little bit better… But I dunno, man! It’s just weird! And why didn’t you, like, tell us about this sooner?”

“I’m sorry, Skylar,” said the quarterback, “It’s just that when the real Kevin broke his leg, we had to think of something so that he could keep playing, and this suit was the best thing we could think of.”

“But Coach!” said one of the other players, “You’re like 40 and Kevin is only 17. Isn’t that, like, against the rules for us to have our own coach playing on our team…?”

“Guys, guys!” said Coach Walker, “Now come on! I’ve been wearing this suit of Kevin for the past two weeks now, and not one of you has noticed. Do you really think we have anything to worry about? And in about another two to four weeks, you’ll have the real Kevin back, and I’ll go back to being Coach Walker. Are we good?”

The team gathered around Coach Walker and examined the suit in detail, feeling a bit hesitant now that they all knew it was their Coach standing there inside of their quarterback’s body.

“Yeah,” Skylar finally said, “We good, Coach. Uh, well I guess I should call you Kevin now huh, bro?”

“Thanks, Sky!” Coach Williams said, acting a bit more like Kevin now, “Now let’s get back out there for the second half of the game and kick some ass!”

Some News!

Hello!

Once again, I just wanted to apologize if anybody has visited the Male Transformation Blog in the past week or so. My internet has been down, so I haven't been able to post updates. Good news is, I was finally able to post 6 new stories tonight! Check 'em out and let me know what you think :) I love getting your guys' feedback.

Also, I'd like to announce that smitch69 will be joining me on the blog as an author, so keep your eye out for some new stuff from him as well!

Lots of good stuff to come -- Enjoy!

-- E.

That's the Look

“Yeah,” said Gregory, snapping a few test shots, “I like that body with these shorts much better. Do me a favor and pump up the bulge a little bit though, huh?”

“All right,” said Nicholas as the bulge in the front of his tiny red shorts instantly inflated and pushed out in front of him, “You know, people are gonna start to wonder why all the models from your agency just happen to have big dicks!”

“Yeah,” said Gregory, “But what they don’t know is I only have one model, and he happens to be a very talented young man who can have whatever size dick I need, and have absolutely any look that I can imagine.”

“And,” said Nicholas with a smile, “He will continue to do so as long as he keeps getting paid.”

“Aw, come on now,” said Gregory, “It’s not all about the money, now is it, Nick? Try blond for me –“

Nicholas shifted his hair to make it a golden blond and then changed his eyebrows to match.

“It pretty much is!” Nicholas laughed, “Not many other guys could afford to live the kind of life I live, and to think – I make all that money just by being your little fashion model.”

“Well if it’s money you want, then we’ve got to get this shoot. It’s a big client, Nick, and we’ve gotta find the perfect look for you. Back to the darker hair.”

Nicholas changed his hair back to the way it had been before.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s great. I think that’s definitely the look we need to be going for,” said Gregory, “And, hey. If they don’t like it, we can always just send ‘em another model!”

A Better Basketball Player

“Holy shit! How the hell…” said Shawn, looking down at his new smooth, caramel-colored skin and tight, defined muscles, “It must’ve been that crazy old lady at the fair last night. Yeah, that’s right! She told me to make a wish, and I wished that I had the perfect body for playing basketball, and… Wow… This can’t be real, man!”

As Shawn walked around his room, he noticed things were different. Among his pile of dirty clothes, there were all kinds of basketball shorts and jerseys, and on his shelf, instead of books, there was now a collection of basketball trophies and medals. On his dresser, he saw his new self pictured with a group of people he didn’t immediately recognize. But as he studied the picture, he realized it was his family. In the picture, though, they were all black, like him. And they were all smiling and good-looking, and looked somehow better-off than they all had before.

“Weird…” said Shawn, for the first time realizing that his voice now even had a little bit of an accent to it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He scrambled to find a pair of basketball shorts and slid them on over his firm ass. His big new cock hung loosely in front of him in the shorts. Damn, the cool, silky material felt good against his muscular thighs!

“Honey?” came a voice from the other side of the door.

A woman poked her head in – a beautiful black woman, the same as Shawn had seen in the picture on his dresser.

“Mom?” he said.

“Jesus, Shawn!” said the woman, “Put some clothes on, honey. I’ve got your breakfast ready, and you better hop in the shower. We gotta hit the road in 15 minutes, you hear me? You’ve got early practice this morning, remember? Shawn… are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah… Mom,” said Shawn, cracking a big smile, “I’m good. I’m… really good!”

“You sure you don’t want me to call Coach and let him know you’re gonna be a little bit late for practice this morning?”

“No, Mom!” said Shawn excitedly, “I’ll be right down, I promise! I wouldn’t miss practice for the world!”

“OK, baby,” said Shawn’s mom, “Teenagers. You know, I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Love you, Mom!” said Shawn, giving his mom a kiss.

“Love you too,” she said, closing the door, “Don’t forget you gotta eat breakfast. Can’t have momma’s little basketball star going to practice hungry!”

“Mom!” said Shawn, pushing the door shut, “I’ll be down in a few, ok? Just gimme a sec!”

As the door shut, Shawn leaned up against it, hardly containing the huge smile that spread across his new handsome face. He freely ran his hands along his new abs and pecs, tightening them and admiring how they popped out from his body.

“Man, I hope this isn’t a dream!” he said, “Because I could get used to this!”

You're the Best, Dad

“Where have you been?” said Michael sternly as his son, Jesse, walked in the door.

“Dad?” said Jesse, “I was – I had that thing after school today. The fundraiser for band. I thought told you about it.”

“Fundraiser? You never told me anything about no fundraiser! I’ve just been sitting here for the past two hours worried about why you weren’t home from school on time. You’re in deep shit, young man.”

“Dad!” said Jesse, “I swear! I told you about it!”

“Oh yeah?” said Michael, “Then why did I see your little friend Luis Montero getting off the school bus this afternoon. How come he came home on time, huh?”

“Luis was supposed to be there too!” said Jesse, “But he wasn’t! I don’t know why he didn’t come!”

“Well,” said Michael, standing up, “Maybe that’s because he skipped out on the fundraiser, came over here when he knew you would be gone, snuck into your dad’s bedroom as he was taking a nap, and took over his body!”

Jesse stood there in shock for a few moments before Michael – or really Luis in Michael’s body – laughed a big, hearty laugh.

“Gotchya!” he said, “Oh man, you shoulda seen the look on your face!”

“Luis!” said Jesse, “OK, for real, you gotta tell me when you’re gonna do that! I thought you said you weren’t gonna do it any more without telling me!”

“OK, OK,” said Luis, “Sorry, bro. But you gotta admit, I’m gettin’ pretty good at pretending to be your old man! So hey, you wanna go out and get some pizzas and maybe some beer and some pornos and stuff like we did last time!?”

“Oh yeah!” said Jesse, smiling, “And, uh – Oh. Um. Nevermind.”

“What?” said Luis.

“Well…” said Jesse hesitantly, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do some of that… other stuff we did last time.”

“But I thought you said it was kinda weird,” said Luis.

“Yeah…” said Jesse, “But I kinda liked it, and I gotta say – seeing you in my dad’s body again is really getting’ me, you know, like horny.”

“Well, all right, ‘son,’” said Luis with a wink, “Whatever it takes to make my boy happy!”

“Aw,” said Jesse, giving his friend a big hug, “You’re the best, Dad!”

Totally Fucked Up

“Dude, are you getting totally fucked up or what!” said Drew, pouring a can of beer down his friend Matt’s throat.

“Ohhh hell fuckin’ yeahh!” said Matt, choking a bit as he chugged it down, “Hey, dude. Man, this beer tastes weird, dude.”

“Nah,” said Drew, “That’s just the bodysuit potion I’ve mixed into it.”

“The fuckin’ what?” Matt drunkenly chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Drew, “You’ll start to feel it here in a second. There. All finished up!”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” said Matt, leaping up and stumbling into Drew, “Shit, man! I don’t know what that shit was you put in there, but I feel fuckin’ great as shi—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Matt stumbled back down to the ground. To everyone else at the party, it looked like he had just had way too much to drink as always. But Drew just stood over him and watched.

“You dumbfuck,” said Drew, “Done in by your very own best buddy, Drew Carter – Who happens to be quite the handsome stud, if I do say so myself!”

Drew ran his hands along his smooth, square face, pulling it tight and making sure the facemask hadn’t slipped out of place anywhere. Of course it hadn’t. The suit was flawless and he knew it. As he stood there, a small, awkward looking boy cautiously approached him and stared.

“Russel?” said the smaller boy, “Is that you…?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?” said Drew, watching with a sneer as the smaller boy cowered back. Then he quickly changed his tone and gave a wink, “Yeah, Devin, it’s me! But just be sure to call me Drew now, okay? Hey, look! I think Matt is just about ready for ya!”

He stepped back to reveal the empty shell of what had once been Matt Hastings.

“Get in him quick!” said Drew, “Here, I’ll help ya!”

He helped his friend step into the suit through a slit that had formed in the back, and then quickly sealed it up before anybody at the party even noticed.

The new Matt blinked a few times and ran his tongue along his teeth.

“Whoa,” he said in a voice that was much more masculine that he was used to, “It even changed my teeth. And my tongue is like – whoa…”

“You all right there, buddy?” Drew chuckled.

“How much beer did you say you gave him?” Devin said, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. He seemed so high up!

“Let’s just say you’re probably good to go for the rest of the night!” said Drew, helping his friend stand up, “Now are you ready to see what it’s like to be a frat boy or what!?”

So Sorry!

“Ohhh! So sorry, Mom and Dad called and said you had to come back in and get back home to finish up your homework before school tomorrow!” said Jake, putting a frown on his handsome, masculine face.

“Yeah, me too!” said Neil, leaning over Jake’s shoulder, “But it’ll be ok, Mikey. Maybe if you’re a good boy and finish your homework early, they’ll let you watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see. Oh wait – it’s rated PG-13, so never mind! Mom thinks it’ll be too violent for you! Ah well, maybe me and Jake here will pop it in once we get home late tonight and you two are all tucked away in your little boy beds! Hope you like the ‘Transformers’ sheets!”

“What!” said the two 11-year-old boys, “That’s not fair! Give us our bodies back!”

“Sorry, fellas!” said Jake, making a muscle and looking down at the little bit of hair between his two pumped-up adult pecs, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! Now why don’t we turn this boat around, Neil, and take these two little ‘sissy boys’ back home! Then me and you can drive back out to the lake and spend the rest of the afternoon fishin’ and goin’ through this big ol’ cooler full of beer!”

“Sounds like a plan, my man!” said Neil, giving Jake a high-five and cracking open one of the beers, “You know, I think I could definitely get used to us being the older brothers!”

An Apology!

Sorry, guys. My internet has been down for the past week or so and I haven't been able to get online and post any updates. Hopefully some new stuff will be on the way soon, though!

Honestly, Officer

"Don't even think about pulling anything tricky, Graves," said Officer Clark, "We're on to you."

"Honestly, Officer, I don't know what you're talking about!" said the handcuffed teenager, "I told you, my name is Lucas White, I live at 11272 DeLand Avenue, I go to Wells High School, and my parents are Linda and Marcus White. I don't know who this 'Javon Graves' guy is, but I'm not him! Honestly, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's cut the crap, Graves," said Officer Clark, "I know you happen to look like 'Lucas White' at the moment, but we happen to have the real Lucas White at the station now, and he's told us everything -- how you approached him behind the school, morphing yourself into an exact duplicate of him, and then knocked him out. Probably thought you'd get pretty far before we caught on to you, didn't ya? Just give it up, Graves."

"No, Officer! Honestly, I swear! That's not what happened!"

"Now listen here," said Officer Clark, forcefully pushing the teenager up against the cop car, "I'm not gonna play your little games, ya hear? The kid told us everything we need to know, we've got confirmed identity from the parents. Now if you wanna make it easy for yourself, I'd morph back to the 6'4" African-American male that we've got pictured on your mugshot before we get back to the station. If you wanna go back in wearing this body, that's fine too. But we know who's on the inside, got it?"

Lucas was utterly confused but helpless but to do anything the officer asked of him. He remembered being approached by a tough-looking black guy behind the school this afternoon, but couldn't remember much else before everything went blank.

"I've got to talk to my parents!" Lucas said as he was being pushed into the back of the car.

"Graves," said Officer Clark, "For the last time! Mr. and Mrs. White and their son, Lucas White, do not want anything to do with you and are going to be very pleased to see that you've been captured and are being taken back to the County Jail where you belong. And if you ever go near that family again and pretend to be their son, I swear to god..."

Lucas placed his head in his handcuffed hands. As he did so, he noticed that they were getting larger and darker and rougher right in front of his eyes.

"Oh shit!" he thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror. His features were grotesquely melting and reconfiguring themselves, becoming those of a 43-year-old convicted felon.

"That's it, Graves," said Officer Clark, "There's that handsome mug of yours!"

"But I'm not --"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Officer Clark, slamming the sliding plexiglass window shut, "Just try to keep it quiet back there until we get back to the station, huh Graves?"

Dating a White Boy

"So your parents wouldn't like it if you were dating a white boy?" asked Garrett, "Is that it?"

"Naw, man," said Terrance, "It ain't like that. It's jus'..."

"No, it's ok," said Garrett, "Just give me a second --"

Garrett sat back on the bed, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. He appeared to be in deep concentration, but Terrance realized something was happening. There, in front of his eyes, Garrett's skin appeared to be darkening, going from a very pale white to a smooth, light brown. Garrett exhaled and opened his eyes, looking down at his arms.

"Is this dark enough for you?" he asked.

"Yeah, but --" said Terrance.

"Oh, I'm not done yet!" said Garret with a smile.

He gave his body a stretch, and as he did so, it changed in both shape and size, filling out a little bit with some nice, tight muscle. Then he brought his hands to his face, pushing and pulling and stretching out his features -- widening his nose, plumping up his lips. He ran his hands along his hair, and it receded into a tight buzz cut, and then as he ran them along his jaw, he sprouted a short goatee.

"Goatee, or no goatee?" he asked, wiping it away and then making it appear again.

"The goatee looks hot, bro," Terrance smiled, "Wow. Like the look, brotha'!"

"Yeah, well you know I do what'er it takes to make ma' boy happy," Garrett said, changing his voice to make it deeper and adding a hint of an Atlanta accent, "Now how 'bout dat kiss?"

Garrett pulled Terrance in, roughly kissing him with his new big, juicy lips.

"Damn, boy!" Terrance said, "You make one fine brotha'!"

"You know it!" Garrett said, "And if you ever get tired of me lookin' like this, baby boy, I can be what'er you want me to be!"

At the Festival Part II

Guest post by Nemo

(Click here to read Read Part I)

I sat and looked at the clock. It had been nearly 12 hours since I'd last seen my boyfriend Jon. We'd gotten seperated at out local gay pride festival the day before and Jon hadn't come home with me. Now I had no idea where he was and I was beginning to get worried.

The problem was I had no idea how I could go about finding Jon. I tried his cell, but that was still switched off. I couldn't try any of our friends because... well because Jon hadn't been himself yesterday. In fact he'd been a 30 year old muscle daddy called Dirk and it was all my idea.

Jon was only just 18, he'd graduated from high school and was deciding what to do with his life. He was an archetypal twink, slim, natually blonde, prone to giggling and with a deep interest in pop music. I loved him, but he wasn't exactly comfortable in his own skin. I think being the butt of the school jocks pranks was still too fresh in his mind and secretly he'd wanted to be big and muscular.

So when I found this funny little place in a side street that sold body-suits I'd immediately thought of Jon. I picked the suit out myself and was such a hurry to get it back to Jon, I didn't really stop to listen to what the shop-keeper was telling me.

Jon had loved the suit and had wasted no time getting into it. he loved the power of his new body and he came up with his new name 'Dirk' himself. We'd had a blast at the Festival, at least until Jon had one beer too many. He'd insisted I call him Dirk, wouldn't even listen if I called him Jon. I'd tried to keep track of him, but I lost him in a dance tent and eventually I'd headed home, hoping that he'd either be waiting there for me or he'd turn up soon.

That had been about 1am. Now it was gone noon and still no sign of him. I was really getting worried about him and soon I wouldn't be the only one. Jon's parents were laid back and cool about having a gay son with an older boyfriend, but even they would begin to freak out if I told them I'd lost him. And we were meant to be going over to see them today.

That was when I heard a key in the front door. Only one other person had a key to my apartment, Jon. It had to be him and I felt something between relief and anger. I jumped up and walked to the front door. As I got there Jon let himself in, only he didn't look like Jon, he was still wearing the Dirk suit. He'd at least managed to pull a T-shirt back on and from somewhere he'd found a huge duffle bag he was carrying it over one shoulder.

"Where..." I started to yell at him and stopped myself. I didn't want this to become a major row, I just needed to know what had happended. I tried again, "Are you ok? I was worried about you."

"I'm OK. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but I've had a crazy night and there's some stuff we need to talk about," said Jon, still sounding all gruff and, to be honest, sexy. "Can we go and sit down?"

I nodded and we walked back to the lounge room, Jon still carrying the duffle bag with him.

I was a little bit weirded out, I'd been expecting the usual hysterics from Jon, but he was acting....mature. As we sat down, Jon turned to me

"So where did you get my suit?" he asked.

"I.. I told you. It was some guy in a shop. Why? What does it matter where I got it?"

"Are you sure he didn't give you any advice or warning about using the suit?"

"He told me something, but I didn't really listen. I just wanted to get it back to you."

Jon sat and put his head in his hands and then ran them back over his scalp, rubbing his new buzzcut. He looked at me "So this is all your fault then."

"What. What's my fault." I began to get pissed "You were the one acting like a total fucking jerk last night 'Dirk'! And you were the one who stayed out all night, Jon."

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not Jon anymore. I'm Dirk and it's your fault."

"What the fuck are you talking about. You're wearing a halloween costume, that's all. In fact take it off, because I'm not going to talk to you until you have done."

"It won't make any difference," Jon shrugged, "But if it'll make you happy..."

He reached up and grabbed his buzzcut hard and pulled. As he pulled, his scalp began to lift away and Dirk's face distorted more and more as he pulled harder, until with an audible 'snap' the neck of his suit gave way at the seam and Jon pulled the mask completly off his head.

For a second I'd almost expected to see Dirk's face underneath the mask, but it was Jon's face looking back at me, the cute boyish features, the floppy blonde hair plastered against his face where he'd been wearing the mask. He was still Jon. And then I looked into his eyes. He didn't have Jon's normal expression. He looked more serious, more mature....older.

"You get it. Don't you?" said Jon "Sure without the suit I look like Jon, but I still think like Dirk, because inside, that's who I am now. This face," and he held up the mask he'd just taken off, "this is my real face now."

"But, but, but...how?" I asked

"The shop guy told you what would happen. I know he did, because I ran into him at the fair and he recognised the suit and told me everything you should have told me. These aren't just simple rubber suits, they're far, far more complex than that. The suits are made with nano-tech, that's how they look so life-like. And each suit is imprinted with a behaviour pattern and the longer you wear the suit, the more the nano-tech imprints on your own brain, until eventually, it's irreversible. And guess what, I passed the point of no return."

I sat there stunned, unable to believe what Jon was telling me. It wasn't possible, was it? Jon looked at me.

"Having trouble believing me?" he asked, "I thought you might, that's why I got the guy to make this for me."

He opened the duffle bag and threw out a body suit. I looked at it lying on the floor in a rubery heap. It seemed a strangely familiar body and then it clicked.

"That's you, Jon!"

"Yes," said Jon "The guy wanted a body to model the suit on and mine was closest to hand. Now, put it on."

"I don't really want to." I said, feeling oddly uneasy.

"Look, you got me into this mess and now you don't even believe me when I tell you what's happened. This is the only way you'll understand, so put it on."

I picked up the suit. I'd helped Jon put his original suit, so I knew what to do. I hesiatated and then Jon looked at me meaningfully and I sighed and stripped out of my clothes. Naked I put first one foot and then the other into the suit. I wriggled my own feet down inside the suit until they were sitting firmly in the feet of the suit. With them in place it was easy to draw first one of the suits legs and then the other up over mine. I watched my own hairy stocky legs dissapper under Jon's smooth slender ones until mine were completely gone and the suit was up to my crotch. My cock and balls slipped neatly into the set on the suit and I could feel the smooth skin of Jon's shaved ballsack under my fingers as my own. I got my arms into the suit and heaved upwards as the whole of the suit's torso swallowed my own.

The neck of the suit, no longer stretched wide, snapped into place around my own. I carefully smoothed my hands over the whole suit, making sure everything was in alignment, adjusted my armpits inside the suit and checked the suits butt-hole matched my own.

Jon walked over and stood next to me. He turned me around so we were both facing the wall mirror. We made a curious pair. A muscle bear with a twink's head and a twink with a college boy's head.

"Kind of freaky, isn't it?" asked Jon, voicing my own thoughts.

"Sure is. You know I don't feel any different yet." I said.

"Of course you don't. The suit's not complete yet."

He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out the mask that matched his own face. I'd known it was coming, but I still hesitated to reach out and take the mask of him. Although I didn't really believe the bullshit Jon had been talking since he'd come in, part of me was scared he was telling the truth and to be honest I didn't want to become a copy of Jon.

Jon looked at the expression on my face. "Having second thoughts? Don't worry you won't turn into me straight away. The process is reversible if you just wear the suit for a short time. So, are you going to put this on, or do you want me to do it?"

For some reason the thought of Jon pulling the mask over my head made me horny. I looked down to see a growing erection. "I guess I like the idea of you putting my mask on." I said.

Jon smiled and stretched the mask wide between his hands and stepped in close to me. He lifted his hands over my head and started to pull the mask down. I could feel the rubbery material of the mask sliding over my hair as he pulled it over the widest part of my head, the mask pulling tightly against my own skin. Jon continued to pull the mask down and as it passed over my eyes, I was temporarily blinded. I started to pull away, but Jon reached out and kissed me firmly on my lips as he continued to pull the mask further down. As the mask reached my mouth, Jon finally pulled away and tugged the last of the mask into place. As he pulled and pushed the mask into alignment, I could see again and I saw the huge smile on Jon's face. He finally finished playing with the mask and stepped back.

"Well baby?" he asked, "Ready to see the total package?"

Without giving me a chance to answer he swung me back around to face the mirror.

END OF PART 1