Spoilt for choice

It was like I was in some kind of heaven, slipping into the body of Wayne was simple enough – he was in the Starbucks queue waiting to get served. I looked around, everyone else was preoccupied with their lives and I just pushed in.

He let out a groan as I went in and the woman in front of me turned and looked at me; I smiled from within Wayne, and she blushed and smiled back before turning away again – powerful stuff I thought to myself.

Suddenly I felt a vibrating mobile in my pocket; I grabbed the phone and answered it. It was Danny reminding me about the training later, I told him “try and stop me being there…” and hung up.

I met up with the guys, and hard a hard workout on the field with the rest of the guys. Wayne’s body was strong and was one of the best in the team.

We all showered, and then Danny suggested we had a sauna; I smiled. Sitting at the back corner I watched the other guys laugh and joke – I contemplated my options looking around the group knowing that the week ahead was going to be fun.

Last Question

“OK, Stu,” said Robert, casually wrapping up what had been so far a rather typical post-game interview, “Last question: How would you like being a 34-year-old reporter, barely making it by on his shitty job where all he does is interview ignorant muscleheads like yourself, who think they’re just so fucking great because they can go out there, look pretty, throw a ball around for a bit and get paid for it?”

“Uh –” said Stu, dumbfounded and looking to the camera crew for some sort of an explanation. They only stood there with their jaws dropped, “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah,” said Robert, “You’re about to be!”

Suddenly, Robert stood up from the locker room bench, dropping his microphone, and twisting a ring around on his finger. As he did so, the world around him stopped in place. Only he and Stu remained able to move, although Stu remained frozen on the bench in shock.

Without taking a second, Robert placed his hands on Stu’s smooth, muscular shoulders and grasped them tightly. He instantly felt Stu’s energy rushing into him and he laughed as his body began to reshape itself. At the same time, he delighted at the fact that he could see Stu’s athletic body melting away in front of his eyes, the tattoos becoming faint and his skin becoming pale and blemished. Stu’s gorgeous pecs caved in as Robert’s chest exploded with two perfect mounds of muscle. Robert’s abs etched themselves into a tight six-pack as Stu’s belly became skinny, but flabby. All the while, Robert was feeling younger, stronger, and more virile. He laughed and laughed and laughed.

Finally, he saw Stu’s handsome features start to rearrange themselves. He wanted so badly to let go and feel his masculine new face, but knew that he must hold on for a few moments longer. He felt his hair pull into his head, becoming a close buzzcut as Stu’s hair sprouted out into a nondescript, mousy brown mess. Feeling the last bit of Stu’s energy flow through his well-sculpted new arms, Robert knew it was time to let go.

He stood there in the locker room as Stu now, only dressed in a ridiculously tight suit that he was dying to get out of. He began stripping it off.

“Take off your underwear!” he said to the real Stu, “They’re mine now, and oh my god! I’m gonna look like a fuckin’ stud in ‘em! Get ‘em off! And then you’re gonna put on cheap-ass suit and pretend to be me, got it?”

Stu sat on the bench in disbelief, feeling completely drained and unable to speak. He saw his old body standing in front of him now in all of its perfect nudity. He felt he had no choice but to hand over his underwear. Dejectedly, he slipped them off of his scrawny waist and down his embarrassingly thin legs.

“That’s a good boy!” said Robert, picking the underwear up and giving them a sniff before putting them on, “You know, it’s a shame I have to cover this up!”

He grabbed his now larger cock in the front pouch of the underwear and kicked his old suit over towards the trembling Stu.

“Put it on!” he ordered.

Stu began to put on Robert’s clothes, if only so he didn’t have to be naked for a second longer in this body that was not his.

“You’re very good at taking orders, you know?” Robert said “You better get used to that now that you’re me. Getting run over all the time, being looked at like you’re some piece-of-shit loser.”

Stu finished putting on all of Robert’s clothes. The swap was complete. Smiling, Robert began to twist the ring on his finger again.

“Now, I’m going to start everything back up here. When the camera starts rolling, you’re going to thank me for the interview, and then I’m outta here. You got it? What you do after that, I could give a fuck about. Check the pocket in my jacket there, it’s got your new address on it. My PIN numbers, credit card info. Whatever, you can have it all. It’s yours now, so I hope you enjoy it. I know that I’m going to enjoy this very much.”

He smiled, looking down at his new body and giving the ring one final twist. The world spun back into motion. The camera crew stood around them, caught in the awkward moment that, to them, had only just happened.

“Uh –” said Stu, now the one holding the microphone and pointing it at the very handsome athlete seated next to him, “Uh – Thank you for the interview?”

“You’re welcome, Robert,” said the new Stu, getting up from his seat, “Any time. And uh – have fun, huh?”

He winked and gave an all too charming smile to the camera and then slipped off into the shower room just like a victorious young athlete, eager to celebrate with his team.

The real Stu just watched in terror as his teammates gathered around the impostor.

“Robert…?” said one of the cameramen, “Rob? You ok?”

“Um,” said Stu, when he realized they were talking to him, “I don’t know…”

“Well, let’s get you home, buddy,” said the cameraman, placing an arm around Stu’s shoulders, “It seems like you’re having a little bit of a rough day. Maybe we should just skip tonight’s game and let you rest a little bit. And, hey – Rob, don’t let those meatheads get to ya so much, huh?”

Time to Start Lookin’

“Damn. I guess it’s time to start lookin’ for a new body. It’s too bad, too, because this one was really hot when I first took it over – six-pack abs and everything! Had a lot of fun with him, too. Maybe too much fun, gauging by this big ol’ beer gut I’ve got now! Oh well, I’ll just have to make sure with the next body I take over, I really try to keep in shape and go to the gym and all of that. Ah, what am I sayin’? I always say I’m gonna do that, but I never do! It’s always easier just to slip into something new – and believe me, there’s at least a couple of guys I’ve had my eye on recently! Maybe I’ll have one more fun night out in this body, and then tomorrow start seriously lookin’ for a new one!”

That’s Our Son

 
“Chris!” shouted Ellen, “For the last time – get out of our son’s body! Do you know what you’re doing to him?! It’s just – wrong! I want you out of there right now!”

“Gee, Mom,” said Chris, from inside his son’s body, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s me, Kevin. You know, your son. Maybe you should just calm down, Mom.”

“You are not Kevin! And don’t call me that!” said Ellen, “I know what you’re doing here, Chris. You found out that I was going to divorce you and thought that you could stick around using Kevin’s body. Well, that’s just sick! That’s our son!”

“And he turned out pretty good, didn’t he?” said Chris, looking down at his body and running his hands along Kevin’s tight, flat belly, “No more pot belly for me!”

“Stop it!” said Ellen, “Just stop it! And get out of his body before I –“

“Before you what?” said Chris, “Go and tell somebody that your husband used some magic spell to take over your son’s body? Yeah, go ahead and try that, Ellen. Sounds like a real good plan to me.”

“Somebody will believe me –“ said Ellen.

“Baby,” said Chris, caressing his wife’s cheek in a way that was totally inappropriate now that he was in his son’s body, “Nobody’s going to believe you. So, why don’t you just get used to me being Kevin now, huh? Speaking of which – I’m a teenage boy again, and I’m hungry! When’s dinner, Mom?”

“Chris,” said Ellen, “You can’t do this…”

“Pretty sure I can!” said Chris, “Anyways, if you’d let me finish getting dressed, I’m gonna go out with some of Kevin’s friends now. I’ve got access to all of his memories. Did you know that, sweetheart? So when I show up to ‘chill’ at the mall, none of his friend are gonna have any idea that anything’s up. Sound ‘cool,’ Mom?”

Chris finished putting on one of Kevin’s shirts and checked his reflection in the mirror. His teenage son’s face beamed back at him with a mischievous smile. Then he grabbed the keys to his son’s car and picked up his son’s wallet from the nightstand, moving about the room as though he knew exactly where everything was.

“Catch ya later, Mom!” he said, heading out the door, “Oh, and don’t wait up for me. I might be out a little late tonight!”

It’s Too Late

 
“It’s too late, Derrick. I can tell the serum’s already started to work. I’m amazed that you were able to make it out to my back yard, but don’t worry. You won’t make it much further than that! You feel that numbness all over your body? That’s just your skin turning into a synthetic material that will stretch and fit right over my own body like a glove. And that strange feeling inside? That’s just you hollowing out, leaving an empty interior for me to slide into. Yes, Derrick, it won’t be too much longer now before you’re just another suit in my collection – and boy, do I have plans for that sexy body of yours tonight!”

Using my Talents

You know my talents are much sort after; especially for adverts. The advertiser doesn’t know now its done before the sight the contract and the non-disclosure forms but it saves them lots of money in CGI effects I can assure you.

Take my latest; it was easy to do; put on this grey t-shirt and do your work;

With the ability to morph into any person it was easy to be honest and we did the whole shoot in a single take.

Of course… I never miss-used my talent – Honest – LOL :)

Costume Shop

You walk around the shop, it seems to of been divided into many different sections - male, female, animal and magical. There are bodysuits hanging up everywhere with detailed lifelike masks on shelves.

"Try on anything you like, and give me a shout if you see anything you like" the shopkeeper says as he walks through a door into the back of the shop.

You glance into one of the mirrors dotted around the shop, and see your reflection - you're a 5'8" 16yr old but skinny and have a drawn face.

You continue to browse the bodysuits and masks around the shop, you seem drawn into the "Jock" section for some reason. You study the many masks on the shelves, blond hair, black hair, spiked, long and flowing there are so many to choose from - some of them even look familiar, but all of them handsome almost model like.

Again you feel yourself drawn to a particular place within the shop, you look at the bodysuits, and the masks - and suddenly you spot something familiar. The mask has thick spiked hair, strong eyebrows that seem to be in a perpetual scowl. Piercing blue eyes, an cute nose and strong chin and a wicked smile. The head of the mask flows down to a strong thick neck. You recognise the mask as being a duplicate of the star QB Rick!

You lift down the mask feeling the texture of the hair which feels real! You push and poke the skin and mouth, the skin feels real - absolutely unbelievable!

You take the mask over to the mirror, and hold the mask up to your own studying the reflection. Again you check the mask, the neck is stretchy, you take a deep breath and go for the plunge. You pull the mask over your head - it goes dark for a while as you pull, push and twist the mask into place. You blink a couple of times as your eyes adjust to the light.

The reflection looks back certainly is not yours. Looking back at you from the mirror is Rick's face. You look closer studying the mask, you feel the strong chiselled jaw and chin. Your amazed as the edge of the mask round your neck seems to of merged with you own skin making the seam almost invisible. You pull some faces, and Rick does the same. The look of surprise, fear, anger all performed flawlessly - suddenly you realise your previously brown eyes are now Ricks piercing blue eyes.. "must be contacts or something" you say to yourself - shocked you realise that it isn't your voice anymore - but now it's Rick's.

There is a gentle cough behind you, you turn to see the shopkeeper. "Excellent choice Sir", the storekeeper says. "Would you like to try on the rest of the costume?", "Erm, yes why not - I guess" you reply.

The shopkeeper returns to a rack of bodysuits and begins to flip through the suits. "Ahh here we are." he hands you a heavily built suit, it looks like the chest has been shaved, leaving only a dark trail of hair from the thick ABS to the neatly trimmed pubes around the 7" dick. "Cool" you say in Rick's voice. "There are some other parts to this costume, try it on - changing room is over there - I'll collect the other bits together".

You take the heavy muscular suit from the shopkeeper and enter the changing room. You strip off your clothes and check the suit. You cannot find a zipper, but quickly realise that it's made from the same stretchy material as the mask. You sit down and pull open the neck and push your legs into the suit. You work your feet and toes into the suits, and slowly work the suit up and over your own body. You slip your own dick into the suits - your balls slip into the Rick suits. You work the suits heavy ABS and chest up your own body slipping your arms into the suits muscular arms - now using the suits heavy arms you pull the boulder like shoulders into place smoothing down the join between the suit and the mask.

With the transformation complete, you study your new physique. The narrow waist, rippling abs, muscular heavy disc like pecs almost hypnotised by the rhythmic rising and falling as you breath heavily. You feel the muscular arms, striking a couple of poses - feeling the muscles move below your new skin.

You look around, but are disappointed that there are no mirrors in the changing room, with your new found confidence you walk into the shop as a completely nude Rick. You check yourself in the mirror and realise that you have somehow increased in height, you are now about 6'1" looking about 22yrs. You check yourself in the mirror, amazing a narrow 30" waist transforms into a classic v-shaped back up to a 48" chest.

"Ahh, good - fits you like a glove" the shopkeeper says. "I have put the rest of the costume in the changing room for you".

You take another look over your shoulder to check out your arse as you walk back into the changing room to see what else there is.

Inside the changing room is a complete set of "jock wear", you smile remembering these are the exact clothes you saw the real Rick wearing only a couple of days earlier. You begin to dress in Ricks clothes.

You pull on his white jockstrap, flipping you big dick into the pouch. You pull on his socks, and his jeans over his huge thighs and tight bubble-butt, leaving the zipper and top un-buttoned. You slip on his Nikes and tie the laces, next a white vest. You pick it up and raise your arms to pull it over your head, you glance down amazed how your new body reacts with the new stretching movement, your new lats spreading like wings behind you. You pull the vest over your head and slowly pull it down over your chest and abs. The cloth hugs you like a second skin accentuating every bump and crevice of your body. Lastly you pick up Ricks shirt and slide it over your tight new body. You tuck the vest and shirt into your jeans and zip/button up, you secure the belt realising that somehow you have lost some weight as well!  You finally pull on Rick’s letter jacket sliding it across your back. You leave the small room to check your new look.

You check the mirror again to see Rick starring back at you, it’s easy to see his fit muscular body fighting to burst out of his clothes, “Wow this is just amazing” you say in Ricks voice.

“Looks good on you”, the shopkeeper says. “We have a policy here at the Costume Shop, you can test drive the costume for 48hrs. If you like it you can have an extended rental when you return”.

“Excellent” you think to yourself, “Just a couple of other things before you go.” He says. He hands you a wallet and some keys, you check the contents of the wallet – there is some cash, a credit card and Rick’s student and driving license. “Wow! This really is the complete package!” you say. “The keys are for Ricks red convertible parked around the corner” the shopkeeper says. “But I’m only 16yrs old!” you tell the shopkeeper. “Not a problem” – he hands you a small blue pill. “What’s this?” you ask, “It’s all the memories for the costume, dissolve it under your tongue” he says. You take the pill and put it under your tongue, you can feel it fizzing as it dissolves.. the more of Ricks memories you can remember. His girlfriends, the sports he’s good at, his life at home, his friends, how to drive – you smile to yourself. Thanking the shopkeeper you leave to find the car.

Happy Halloween 2009!

Happy Halloween, everyone! Have fun, be safe, and keep an eye out for any bodysuits you may come across after all the partying is done ;) -- E.

Halloween: Devil of a Job

I looked up “Why me!” as I pulled into the rest-stop on the motorway.

Today had been a lousy day, and come to think of it a lousy life as well. I just wanted to cut my ties with my life so far, and start anew. But I knew it wasn’t possible or so I believed at the time.

I walked into the burger joint and ordered a ¼lb and fries, and sat down at a table. I started to eat the burger and a hot stud caught me eye sipping on a drink. He was about 6 foot, with striking features with short black hair. He was a heavy set guy with muscles in all the right places. He looked over to me and I swear his eyes glowed.

I finished my meal, and watched as he left, he looked over his shoulder at me, and then he left for the car park, I got up from my seat and followed.

I watched him walk across the car park and over to where some 18 wheelers were parked, he ducked between two of them, and I followed. I gingerly looked around the corner of the truck and saw that he had already removed his polo shirt revelling his heavy chest and broad shoulders. Next he removed the remainder of his clothes, almost performing for me – although I was sure he didn’t know I was there.

I watched as he pulled at the back of his head, and started to pull the skin, hair and his face off like a mask, moments passed and he discarded his previously handsome face to the ground. What was revealed was some kind of devil creature, smiling and somehow enjoying the release.

Minutes passed as I watched the devil like creature continued to pull its skinny frame from the guy big muscular body, and then discarding it alongside the hunks face. I was captivated and amazed at the unfolding story in front of my eyes. The creature stretched its body; it must have been at least 6’5” a lot taller than the original hunks body. Suddenly there was a flash, and the creature was gone with the echoes of an evil laugh and a foul stench.

I stood there for a while, just trying to take in what I’d just seen I’m not sure how long but it was as if time had stopped. Suddenly my dream was interrupted by the sound of an air horn of a truck leaving, and within a flash I was back to reality.

I quickly surveyed my surroundings, there was no one to be seen, and all that was left of the hunk was the guy’s empty muscular torso and head discarded like some kind of Halloween costume.

I waited in the shadows for a while afraid that the creature may return to reclaim this hunks life – time passed, and no one or creature returned.

I finally plucked up enough courage and gingerly walked over to the torso. I kicked the body’s leg with the toe of my shoe, and it flipped over halfway down the leg resting in a most unsettling angle it was visibly obvious that there was nothing within this skin itself. Feeling a little braver I picked up the guys discarded head, the skin and hair felt natural and warm which was a little eerie. I looked into the guys deep blue eyes trying to see if there were any signs of life, but there was none. I felt inside the head, it was moist and warm, my fingers felt their way to the guy’s mouth, it was a weird feeling, and I could feel his teeth and tongue. I pushed further and scared myself as my fingers pushed through the guy’s lips into the air. I quickly withdrew my hand still shaking from the obvious but still eerie surprise.

I don’t know what possessed me but suddenly I felt a lot stronger and pulled the guys masculine head over my own. Suddenly it all went dark apart from a dark red glow as the bright sunshine filtered through the guy’s skin as I pulled it over my own face. I pulled and pushed his features into place over my own, making what was his mine. Within moments I could see again, but with a renewed clarity almost perfect vision. I moved my tongue around my new mouth, and suddenly found my airways blocked and I felt panic come over me as I felt something moving down my throat. I gagged and then I could breathe again, I swallowed hard and realised that this wasn’t the inside of my mouth but the hunks! I rolled my new tongue around my mouth feeling the perfectly formed teeth and lips.

I walked over to the cab of the truck and looked into the drivers mirror, I was shocked to see the handsome stud looking back at me, the deep blue eyes, no longer empty and void but full of life. I pulled and pushed “my” face it felt and acted natural, I roughed up my new dark thick hair and smiled, “Wow!” I said and stopped. Again I said “This is unbelievable” but it wasn’t my voice - was the guy’s deep voice?

With renewed confidence I walked over to the suit of flesh and muscle which made up the remainder of this soulless giant. Again a gentle kick to the suit to straighten the leg and grabbing the skins shoulders pulling the torso to its full length. I looked at the muscle suit lying on the ground, and something in my new head reassured me, and egged me on, I knew what I had to do.

I stripped out of my suit, discarding my shirt and tie, enjoying the warm air all over my body. Within minutes I was pulling on the creature’s discarded human disguise. It felt warm and slick inside which made it easier to pull the guys heavy muscular body over my own. First the legs, pulling the heavy skin up my legs, I tucked my own dick into the sheath of the suit, pulling up the torso, and my little beer gut disappeared into the studs six pack. I slipped my arms into the suit taking on the guy’s muscular arms and broad shoulders. I walked over to the trucks mirror and checked out my new body, it was fantastic.

Within minutes the guy’s memories started to leak into my own mind, my name was Craig and I was a long distance truck driver. I pulled on the guys, no my clothes – the jock, the jeans and the trainers they all felt great!

With my old life discarded, I pulled myself into the trucks cab and pulled on my shades, looking forward to my new life, and leaving my old one behind.

Along for the Ride

I needed a vacation, so the airport was my destination. It was crowded that day, and filled with so many possibilities, but as soon as I saw this kid sitting there waiting for his plane, I knew that I had to have him. I sat right next to him, and he didn’t even look up from his book. He appeared to be alone, but after a few minutes his family came back – his father, his mother, and what appeared to be his younger sister. They were all very well-groomed people. Wealthy-lookin’ people, if you know what I mean – the dad in a business suit, the mom with perfectly-styled hair and a designer handbag, and the sister dressed head-to-toe in Abercrombie. I smiled on the inside as I listened to them talk about their upcoming vacation. From what I could gather, it was going to be a month-long trip around Europe, hitting up all the major destinations. Perfect.

I began to pay extra attention to the boy now, whose name I learned was Kyle. I watched him as intently as I could without anybody noticing, but he wasn’t budging from his seat. It was getting close to boarding time, and I was getting nervous. Finally, I saw him tuck away his book in his backpack and stand up and stretch. My heartbeat quickened as I heard him tell his mom that he was going to go to the restroom. This was it! I discreetly followed him as he entered the restroom. By some stroke of luck, it was only us two in there as he walked up to a stall, unzipped his shorts and let out a thick stream of piss. Damn! Maybe he was pretty well-hung as well!

As he finished, I walked right up behind him, grabbing his hair with one hand and reaching around his chest with the other, holding him tightly against me.

“What the fuck man!” he screamed, “I knew you were watching me all day! Dude, that's so sick! Somebody help me! Fuck!”

I moved my hand over his mouth, muffling his calls for help, but not silencing them. This would have to be quick.

I pressed myself into his body, my hot breath on his neck as I felt him come under my control. I grunted as I pushed myself all the way in. It was a tight fit getting into that trim teenage body of his, but it felt great being inside. I looked down at myself and saw Kyle’s cute body, his chest steadily rising and falling as I breathed in and out with his lungs. His dick was still hanging out of his shorts – and, man, was I right! The boy was hung!

“Awesome…” I said, sounding every bit like a teenage boy who was just getting used to his growing body.

Knowing that I didn’t have much time, I tucked his dick back into his pants, adjusting it so that there was a nice, noticeable bulge. I turned around and looked in the mirror at my newest body.

“Nice one!” I said, smiling.

I gave my little muscles a quick flex. This boy could really have a nice body if he started packing on some muscle. And at his age, that shouldn't be any problem at all. Maybe I'd stick around in his body long enough to get him started. But for now, it was all about the all-expenses paid trip to Europe I was about to take! I exited the restroom confidently and made my way back to Kyle’s family.

“Honey!” said his mom, “What took you so long? We’re about to board!”

“Sorry, Mom!” I said, picking up Kyle’s backpack and slinging it across my strong new back, “I was just… freshening myself up.”

“Freshening yourself up?” his mom said with a quizzical look, “Well, ok. Come on everybody – let’s go!”

I followed them all onto the plane. For the time being, they felt like complete strangers, but I had an 8-hour flight ahead of me. That would give me plenty of time to go through Kyle’s memories and adapt his personality. By the time we got to Paris, they wouldn’t even know me from their own son. Little would they know that I was really just some stranger along for the ride.

Show Time

It had been the 3rd time this week, Ryan was one of the few jocks that worked out early in the mornings – I couldn’t believe my luck when I met him for the first time.

A heavy built guy, maybe a little naive but I could work with that. I got to know him quite well very quickly, well it wasn’t all that difficult this time in the morning.

I made sure I met up with him the in locker room, and offered him one of my special protein drinks; I smiled as he gulped it down.  Wasn’t long before Ryan was out cold, sleeping on the floor.

I checked outside and was happy to see the two other guys in the Gym were busy.

I dropped my towel, and pulled off Ryan’s shorts rolling him onto his back. He had an amazing physique. I layed on this thick heavy body and closed my eyes. Letting out a groan I sunk into Ryan’s body, I heard a familiar groan, it was Ryan’s voice.

Getting up I looked at my new reflection and flexed; smiling. I pulled on his shorts and vest and went out into the gym. I flexed and tested the potential of this body.

I spent a couple of hours in his body taking a copy of his memories that I could check over later, I made myself his best friend planting it deep in his memory and a keyword that I could use and he would simply turn around and wait for me to push in.

After the third night of being in Ryan, I knew him as well as he knew himself, I finished in the Gym and showered; it would be the first time I’d be leaving the gym in Ryan.

My Halloween Costume

Yeah, I heard everyone at the party laughing behind my back, saying how stupid my bodybuilder costume was, saying it didn’t even look real. I guess a few people thought it was funny, too, but whatever. All night long, I had my eye on the clock, just waiting for midnight to come.

When the clock struck twelve, the party was full of people, all dressed up in their Halloween costumes. None of them had any idea about the spell I had cast that night – a spell that would only work on Halloween night. A spell that would finally give me what I had always wanted!

The fact that the spell had worked was immediately apparent. All around me, I watched as people reacted in shock and horror. You see, whatever they had chosen to dress up as that night, that’s what they were becoming. I saw two frat guys who thought it’d be funny to dress up as cheerleaders transform right in front of my eyes, becoming two buxom beauties with perfectly-fitting uniforms. Beau Sandler, one of the school’s biggest jocks, had been wearing an adult-sized diaper and was sucking on a pacifier all night, dressed up as a baby. With his big, muscular, hairy body, the effect was quite humorous. But now, he was shrinking down and losing all traces of his adult self as he became an actual infant!

Myself, I just looked down at my bodybuilder costume and grinned as the foam muscles became real. I grunted and gave my biceps a flex, and they popped up like two mountains on my arms – just like I had always wished they would. Standing there in just a pair of black posing trunks, I just knew that I looked amazing! I couldn’t stay at the party a moment longer – I had a closet full of costumes at home that were going to look amazing on my new body and only a few hours of Halloween left to try them out!