Four Pack

 
“One… two… three… four. Ok, so it’s not quite a six-pack, but at least this gives me something to work with. Considering that I was only given 45 minutes to find someone to swap with, I think I did pretty good for myself, actually. Oh yeah, I can totally make this work! It’s kind of a cute little body I’ve got for myself now! Sucks for the kid who ended up in my body, though. He may have only had a four pack before, but now he’s got a big ol’ beer gut to deal with!”

Happy Thanksgiving 2009!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you all have some hot bodies lined up to hit the malls in tomorrow and do some shopping ;)

I have to say that I'm truly thankful for all of your support for the Male Transformation Blog this year. I haven't been able to write much lately, but after the holiday I think I may have some time to sit down and write a few new ones. I've got some great pics that I’m dying to use, so keep checkin' back! -- E.

Let’s Go Over The Plays

“OK, Coach Daniels,” said Jeremy Givens, holding out the playbook as Coach Daniels looked on from inside of Jeremy’s hot teenage body, “Let’s go over the plays just one more time. If you get the ball, you’re gonna run it all the way down, and I want you to keep your eye on this guy here, and this guy over here –”

“Jesus, Jeremy,” said Coach Daniels, “Of course I know these plays! I’m the one who wrote ‘em, you know! Just because we swapped bodies doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to play football any more! Jesus! I might be even better than I was before now that I’ve got your body plus all of my skills and knowledge! So don’t worry about it, huh?”

“I know, Coach,” said Jeremy, slightly upset at seeing his own athletic body being paraded around without a shirt while he was stuck with the still in shape, but middle-aged body of his own Coach, “But it’s just that… In the last game, you were doing stuff that, I dunno, reminded me of stuff that I would actually do. Do you know what I mean? Like the way you were checking out Kelsey and the way you were real cool with all the guys. And lately, I’ve been feeling really weird, like I know all of this stuff about football and writing playbooks and stuff that I never even thought about before…”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Coach,” said Coach Daniels, giving his old body a firm slap on the shoulder, “I think we oughtta just get out there and play some ball, huh?”

“Yeah…” said Jeremy, “Um. Well. Go grab the rest of the guys from the locker room for me, huh? Tell ‘em I want ‘em all out here in ten, or it’s a 5am workout tomorrow.”

“You betchya, Coach!” said Coach Daniels with a wink, jogging off into the locker room.

“Damn it,” Jeremy sighed, “I’ve gotta find a way to get my body back!”

You Gotta Calm Down, Dude

“Dude, we’ve been in Dustin and Chris’ bodies all day, and we haven’t done anything but hang out in their dorm room and try on all of their clothes! I wanna get out and do something, dude! Look at us! We’re fucking hot now!”

“I’m workin’ on it, I’m workin’ on it,” said Michael, “For some reason, none of the girls in Chris’ cell phone are picking up. Oh wait, wait, wait – he’s got Michelle Morris’ number in here! Oh my god – it’s ringing. Shit! Maybe she can bring one of her hot little friends over too!”

“Ohhh yeah!” said Robbie, “Man, I can’t wait to use Dustin’s dick! When I jacked off in the bathroom earlier, I came like a fuckin’ lot, dude! It was so hot!”

“Shh!” said Michael, “Oh – hey! Michelle? Uh, it’s me. Um. Chris. You know, Chris Dahlinger. You know, the, um – Well, yeah, of course I know that you know who I am. I was just, um – I don’t know. Hey, do you maybe want to… come over and like, watch a movie or something? Play some video games? Um.. Yeah? Yeah, like, I dunno. Like any time tonight? Oh – and my friend Dustin is here too, do you think you know anybody else who would want to come over?”

“Yes!” said Robbie in the background, “Dude you’re doing awesome!!”

“Shut it, Robbie!” said Michael, “Oh – sorry, Michelle. No, I didn’t say ‘Robbie.’ It’s just me and Dustin here. I don’t know where you heard Robbie. Ha… Well, um. So, we’ll see you guys maybe in like an hour? Sweet – OK. Bye!”

“Yes!” said Robbie, looking at himself in the mirror, “Yes, yes, yes! That was awesome. God! We are such fucking studs now! After I’m done with Dustin’s body, I wanna try this with like every hot guy on campus!”

“Come on, man,” said Michael, “You gotta calm down, dude, or else Michelle and her friend are gonna think somethings… up. Trust me, I’ve done this lots of times before and it’s better if you try to act like the person a little bit more. You know how Dustin is always kinda dumb, and I dunno, just kinda slow and laid-back. Just try acting like that huh?”

“No way, man!” said Robbie, flexing his muscles and watching them pop through the tight material of the wrestling singlet, “I’ve got his body now and I’m gonna do whatever I want with it! Fuck yeah!”

“Oh, man,” thought Michael, “I should never have told Robbie that I have the ability to put myself in different bodies – and I definitely shouldn’t have used my powers to help him get inside of Dustin’s body. This is gonna be a disaster, I can just tell…”

Get In There Quick!

“Shaun?” said the cute hunk wrapped only in a towel, “It’s me, Danny! Look, man, you gotta get inside quick! They’re all knocked out cold and you can just slip right into whichever one you choose! Look at me man! I was able to get Luke Cozzens!”

“Danny!” said Shaun, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you guys text me earlier! Damn! Is there even anybody left?”

“Sorry, man,” said Danny, pumping up his new chest muscles, “You know we didn’t really know if it would work, and if we were going to get them all, but we totally did! So don’t worry, there’s still plenty of good ones left. Oh – and hey. Once you get a new body, do you want to, um, you know, meet back at my dorm room?”

“Danny…?” said Shaun, “Really?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I mean, I always kinda had a crush on you but I know you weren’t really into the way I looked. But it’s cool man. I’m Luke now, and I know that you’re into him!”

“I am not!” said Danny, “I could never be into such a dumb jock who only cares about himself and all of his fucking dumb frat boy friends –”

“Danny,” chuckled Shaun, “Come on, man. It’s cool. I know you were always checking him out, and this is totally your chance to get with him! I mean, it’s me inside of here! Now go get yourself a new body! I think I still saw Jason Trautman passed out in his bedroom – up the stairs and third door on the right. I think he’d be really hot with you in control of him…”

“Oh, whoa!” said Danny, “OK – I gotta get in there.”

“Yeah you do,” said Shaun, “And then, like I said, I’ll be waiting in my dorm room for you. OK? Damn, I can’t wait for ‘Jason’ to show up! You’re gonna look so fucking hot, man! We all are! This is awesome!”

I Can’t Stand It

 
God fucking damn it! I am so tired of seeing my dad walk around the house in my body, dressed in hardly anything, just so he can flaunt it in front of me. I can’t fucking stand it! God, he just loves being a teenager again, and yeah it’s not like I was a bodybuilder or anything, but he really gets turned on by my body, I can just fucking tell! And meanwhile, here I am stuck in his body – dying to tell him exactly how I feel, wishing like hell that I could find a way to swap back with him – and yet he’s fucking made it so that all I have to act like his father.

“You really ought to put some more clothes on, son,” I hear myself saying with a fatherly sternness.

“Yeah, whatever, Dad!” he says back to me with a smug little smirk, “Oh, and hey, by the way – how are you liking performing all of your husbandly duties with Mom, huh?”

I struggle to find an answer. Fuck! He’s made it so that I have to sleep with my own mother, how the fuck does he think I feel about that? Still, I feel myself looking over the tops of my glasses with a look of disappointment.

“Jonathan,” I say, “I’ve told you we don’t talk about those things. That’s between your mother and I.”

He cocks his head, oh so fucking pleased with himself because I answered just the way I was supposed to, even though those words weren’t my own. Then, I watch him go off into his room – no my room! – probably to jack off, and then maybe call up his girlfriend – no, my girlfriend! Oh my god! Please, will somebody help me? I can’t fucking stand this any more!

The Construction Site

Strolling by the construction site near my office one evening, I was shocked to see what at first to be one of the construction workers unconscious and slumped over one of the huge tires of a tractor. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I stepped off the sidewalk, through the wire fence, and cautiously towards the construction worker. As I looked down at him, I realized that I had noticed this same guy earlier when I was walking to work. I mean, how could you forget a guy like that? He was the ideal construction worker personified – big, beefy muscles, totally built for hard labor, and a rough, masculine face that made him look like he wasn’t gonna take no shit from nobody. It was odd, actually, because it seemed like all of the workers on this site were that way. All of the women in my office joked about how lucky I was to have a view of the construction from my office window. Of course, I never told them that I took every opportunity I could to watch those hot, sweaty guys lifting big, heavy things.

As I stood there, I noticed something strange. The man didn’t seem to be breathing. In fact, something seemed really off about him. He didn’t seem alive. I reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and quickly pulled back. His skin! It didn’t feel like skin! It felt strange and cold and…. rubbery. I reached out again, but as I put my hand on his shoulder this time, his whole body slid off the tire, collapsing on the ground in what looked like a heap of flesh.

“I knew it!” I said.

I had always suspected this company of picking up illegal workers, and then stuffing them inside these construction worker body suits, but how could you prove something like that? Well, for whatever reason, one of those workers had left his suit carelessly discarded on the construction site – and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by!

Acting quickly, I dragged the heavy suit behind the tractor, stripping out of my suit and tie as I did so. I stood naked with the suit in my hands as I searched for the seam in the back. Finding it at the base of the neck, I inserted my fingers and started to peel open a large slit in the suit’s back. The inside was completely hollow – perfect for stepping right inside! I hastily pulled it on, just like a pair of coveralls, feeling the seam seal itself back up as I pressed everything into place, roughly pushing the suit’s muscles to line up with my scrawny body underneath. I aligned the face over my own, loving the way my big, work-worn hands felt against my rough beard. With a few final adjustments, I looked down at myself and was greeted with a beefy, hairy chest, a furry set of six-pack abs, and some huge-ass arms! I even had a tattoo on one of my shoulders!

My heart was pounding as I peered around the corner. Could I really do this? Could I really just walk all the way back to my apartment looking like this? I looked at my button-up shirt, which I had discarded on the ground. I let out a deep grunt of a chuckle.

“No way that’s gonna fit me now,” I said in a deep, rumbling voice, “Ah, fuck it!”

I stepped out confidently from behind the tractor, taking a deep breath and feeling the masculinity of the suit rushing over me. Yeah, I was probably gonna turn a few heads, but fuck! I was just gonna have to get used to that now.

“Guess I won’t be comin’ into work tomorrow!” I said, looking up at my office building and feeling amused at the thought of showing up at the construction site tomorrow instead and spending the whole day just getting used to what these big new muscles could do.

“Heck,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I won’t be comin’ back to work ever! I’m built for hard labor now, man, not some pansy-ass office job!”

Activation: Failed

 
“Oh shit!” said Austin, frantically inserting quarters into the payphone and dialing the number, “Come on, come on, come on!”

He looked completely out of place standing there at the payphone in a bad part of town, in the middle of the day, and dressed only in a pair of tiny black briefs. Sure, he had a hot body, but this was no place to be showing it off. Payphones were hard to come across any more, and with his cell phone dead and time running extremely short, he had no choice.

“Come on! Pick up!” he screamed into the phone.

“Thank you for calling the Activation Line,” greeted the pre-recorded voice system, “Please listen carefully, as our menu options have changed. For new activations, please say ‘New Activations.’ For extensions to current activations, please say ‘Extensions.’ To speak with a customer service representative –”

“Extensions!” said Austin, “Extensions!”

“I’m sorry,” the voice system responded, “I didn’t understand you. Please say your command again.”

“Extensions!” said Austin, as clearly as he could.

“Got it. Extensions. Please speak your current sixteen-digit rental number, or dial it on the keypad, followed by the pound sign.”

“I don’t know it!” said Austin, “I don’t have it with me!”

“I’m sorry,” said the voice system, “I didn’t understand you. Please speak your current sixteen-digit rental number, or dial it on the keypad, followed by the pound sign. If you do not have a current rental number, please say ‘New Activations.’”

“No!” said Austin, “No, no, no!”

He felt the suit become suddenly tight around him and heard a faint beeping sound coming from the transponder inside the back of the suit’s neck. He reached back, attempting to silence it, but it only got louder and faster.

“Shit!” he said, slamming the receiver against the phone booth.

“I’m sorry,” he heard the voice system say, “I didn’t understand you. Activation: Failed. Goodbye.”

Austin felt his body go rigid, his hand still tightly gripping the phone as his lost control and tumbled solidly to the ground. The suit had gone into full shut-down mode, and thanks to the transponder in the back of its neck, a collection team would be on the way shortly to manually re-activate  it – and no doubt charge Austin a hefty late fee.

In the meantime, all he could do was lay there on the ground, completely motionless.

“Damn it!” he thought to himself, “I should have kept my fucking eye on the time!  Next time I rent one of these things, I’m gonna have to shell out for an Automatic Extension, that’s for damn sure!”

Have You Seen My Son?

“Excuse me, sir,” said Karen, “Have you seen my son? He was here just a second ago, and –”

“Mommy?” interrupted the burly, hairy-chested man sitting in the water, “Mommy, I feel funny. My skin is really itchy, and I feel big!”

“I’m sorry?” said Karen, getting a strange feeling in her stomach, “Sir? I’m sorry. I was just looking for my son. I swear, he was right here just a second ago –”

“I am your son, Mommy!” said the big man, “I’m Caleb! And I live at 2117 Maple Street, and my phone number is 272-7606, and my Mommy’s name is Karen, and my Daddy’s name is David. And… – Mommy, I feel weird!”

“Listen, sicko!” said Michelle, “How the hell do you know all of that!? Now you listen here, if you did something with my son, I swear to god, I will –”

“Mommy!” said the man, bursting into tears, “What’s wrong with me! Stop yelling at me! I want my bear-bear!”

“Oh my god…” said Karen, pausing and kneeling down to look into the stranger’s masculine face, “That’s what Caleb calls his teddy bear. How could you know that…? Unless… Caleb? Is that really you”

“It’s me, Mommy!” said Caleb, “I promise! I was sitting here, and I got real itchy, and then all of this hair got on me and I got really big everywhere…”

“Oh my god!” said Karen, “My baby! Everybody told me not to take you here because that big factory up the shore was dumping chemicals in the water. But, stupid me, I didn’t want to drive an extra twenty minutes to the other beach. Oh my god! What have I done to my baby!”

“I’m still your baby, Mommy!” said Caleb, who, to all outside appearances, was anything but. Still, his face reflected a certain childhood innocence, the tears having quickly dried away, “Mommy, can we go home now?”

He awkwardly stood up on his adult legs, wobbling a bit as he got used to his impressive new frame. He now easily towered over his mother.

“Yes, Caleb,” gulped Karen, “I think we ought to go home now… And then we’re going to call the doctor, and then we’re going to get this all taken care of, ok?”

“OK, Mommy,” said Caleb, “Oh! Does this mean I don’t have to go to school tomorrow!?”

Totally Doing This Right

“Um, hey. Guys? Do any of us actually know how to, you know… exercise?” said Neil.

“Yeah,” said Leo, awkwardly raising an arm over his head, “It’s like I told you guys, you gotta stretch first. See? Like this.”

“I dunno,” said Bobby, laying on the ground, and moreso just feeling up his new muscles than doing any actual stretching, “I don’t think this is what you’re supposed to do. And shouldn’t we be wearing more clothes?”

“More clothes?” said Leo, “Bobby, that’s why we swapped bodies with these jocks in the first place! So we don’t have to be ashamed of our bodies any more and we can, like, show off all the time! Look at us! We’re like totally hot now! And they’re just the little nerds!”

“I don’t know,” said Neil, “Maybe we shoulda thought this out. I mean, yeah, we have these hot frat guys’ bodies now, but it seems like it’s gonna be a lot of work to keep them looking, well, hot… And I mean, I don’t even like exercising.”

“Guys, guys, guys!” said Leo, “Trust me. We’re gonna go to the gym, and we’re gonna be able to use all of those machines just fine. I mean, what could be so hard about it? We’re all smart guys! And we’ve got the perfect bodies now, so just trust me, okay? We’re totally doing this right!”

A New Truck

“I told my son I wasn’t gonna get him no new truck for graduation, ‘specially if he didn’t keep his grades up and kept goin’ out with his friends goofin’ off instead of payin’ attention to his schoolwork. But, I’ll be damned, I went out and bought him one anyway. And I was gonna give it to him, too – until he let it slip to me that he was gonna skip the last week of classes and go down to Mexico with his buddies. Well, I told him hell no! The boy needs to learn some responsibility. He gotta learn that you don’t just get somethin’ for nothin’ in this world!

So, that’s why I swapped bodies with him. And that’s why I’m drivin’ this here new truck down to Mexico with his buddies next week, just like they all had planned – only not one of ‘em is gonna know it’s me here inside of Jake’s body. And Jake? Well, he’s gonna spend the whole week at home, goin’ to work every day in my body – and he knows he’d better do pretty damn good job, too, or else he can kiss this truck and his body goodbye!”

Not A Phase

 
“God, Jeremy has a hot little body. I mean, being his uncle, I never really got the chance to check it out the way that I wanted to. But now that I’m right inside of it, controlling its every move, I have a feeling I’m going to be able to ‘check it out’ in ways that I never even imagined. It’s a shame he doesn’t have any cute little underwear though. I had to roll these damn boxer briefs up just to show a little bit of skin. Maybe I’ll have to ask his parents to buy some for me. Ha! Wouldn’t my wealthy, too-good-for-me brother, Sam, and his lovely trophy wife, Judy, just die if they knew it was me inside of here? And won’t they be so surprised when their precious little ‘son,’ the little tough-talkin’, all-the-way straight jock, starts asking for stuff like cute underwear and starts bringing his hot high school jock friends over to the house for a little bit more than just playing video games – if you know what I mean. I just hope they don’t think it’s a ‘phase,’ because I plan on staying in this body for a very, very long time!”