A Completely Different Guy

“Oh my god… look at this face!” said Andy, “Isn’t it adorable! And my body, Carl! Look at it! My skin – and these muscles? Look at me! I’ve got muscles, baby!”

“Yeah, Andy,” said Carl, “You look great. But I dunno. You just don’t look like… you.”

“Of course I don’t look like me!” said Andy, “That’s what this stuff was supposed to do – turn me into a completely different guy!”

“But, Andy,” said Carl, “I told you. I like you the way you are – Well, I mean, were. Now you look like some 20-year-old kid. That’s not the guy I fell in love with, Andy. And when is that stuff supposed to wear off, anyway?”

“Wear off?” said Andy, “Carl… I told you. It’s permanent. I mean, if you don’t like how I turned out, I could maybe get some more and turn into a different guy, but I don’t think I can ever go back to being the way I was before… I thought you would like this, Carl. And I was gonna surprise you. I have some left over, I thought maybe you could use it and we could both be young and hot together!”

“Andy!” said Carl, “Don’t you get it? That’s not what I want! I just want things back the way they were! If you’re telling me that that’s not gonna happen, then I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t going to work out any more.”

“Carl!” said Andy, suddenly feeling very alone in his handsome new body, “Please don’t leave me! I’m still the same guy on the inside, I promise!”

“You’re not getting it!” said Carl, hastily gathering his things and heading out the door, “You may be the same person on the inside, but to me it’s like looking at a stranger laying in your bed. I’m sorry, Andy, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding somebody else with that ‘adorable’ new body of yours.”

Got It, Rex?

“I know you can still fuckin’ hear me in there, Grant, so let me tell you something. You are going to quit acting like this right now, or trust me – I will do much, much worse than putting you in your dog’s body. How’d ya like to be a baby again, huh Grant? Or maybe a precious little girl? I could even make it so that you were forced to act like one, tea parties and pretty little blonde curls and all! Can’t imagine a tattooed-up, masculine guy like yourself would enjoy that too much. So are we clear? Now, I’m keeping you in your dog’s body so that I can have you around just in case I ever need you, but I’m going to be using your body for the time being and for as long as I fuckin’ want to. Got it, Rex? Now let’s get you home and see how you enjoy your first taste of dog food, and then I’m putting you in your kennel, putting on some of your leather gear and taking this body out for a spin!”

Getting The Hang Of It

 
“Man, my big brother didn’t think I could handle being in his body, having to shave every day and dealing ‘grown up’ stuff. But I have to say, I’m really getting the hang of it. I can even shave his goatee exactly like he used to. I think it’s kinda cool, actually, and his girlfriend seems to really like it – although she does like it when I got all the way clean-shaven sometimes too. She says it makes me look like a little boy. Ha! If only she knew!

Anyways, my big bro hasn’t really bothered me about giving his body back recently, either. Seems like he’s too busy watching cartoons and hanging out with my friends. It’s a little weird, I guess, but whatever. I mean, maybe he just likes being an 8-year-old kid again. If he ever asks about it, maybe I’ll think about switching back with him, but I dunno. I don’t know if I could really go back to being into that sort of stuff. Ah well, I think that looks good. Time for me to throw on some clothes and drive to work!”

Quick Visit

The girl turns and looks as the door opens; “"Oh hi Hun, you’re back early”, “Yeah, got a couple of hours off from the garage thought I’d pop back for for loving” the built guy give the girl a cheeky smile.

He leans in and gives her a kiss on the lips; long… She breaks off the kiss gasping, “Wow, what's got into you Harry?”, he laughs and leans forward to kiss her again.

She spots a necklace hanging from his neck, her eyes narrow; “Damn Harry! it’s not from that slut Sally is it?”, “No, no” the jock replies, but 'it’s too late as the girls yanks it from his neck.

“Fuck no” yells the guy as he runs out of the house, each second his clothes become more and more baggy. He stumbles and pulls up his jeans; already he’s swamped by the guys clothes as he slowly transforms back to his original form; Brandon the kid from next door.

Undercover Inspector

Kenny, a porter at the hotel was talking to a new guest at the hotel; "We're expecting an undercover guy from head office to check over the hotel, not sure when he's getting here, "Yeah I know" says the guest.

The young guy suddenly feels a cloth over his mouth and then it goes black..

The guest carries Kenny to the bed and strips him, and we see the guy climb into Kenny's body and get dressed.. looking in the mirror "Yeah this will do fine, can check out the rest of the staff and have some fun as well"

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.