André

You know, it’s a shame André Jones is locked up in prison for the next 26 years. If you ask me, it was just terrible how the whole trial went down. That bastard of a cop, John Calvin, really had it out for him. Typical story of a white guy trying to hold a black man down.

Of course, that was me inside of good ol’ Officer Calvin’s body the whole time, and I would’ve stayed there too if I hadn’t come across Mr. Jones down at the station one day. He was in for something real minor, not much longer than an overnight stay, but something about him just caught my eye. He was exactly what I was looking for after living the straight-edged life of John Calvin for the past couple of years.

André just had that street-hard, thug attitude, and a fuckin’ hot, tough-lookin’ body to go with it. I got the feeling not many people fucked around with André Jones. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to get his body just by simply walking up and asking him for it.

So, what can I say. I found a way to set him up. Fuck, I ain’t ashamed to say it now. And I did it from the inside of the police department, using John Calvin’s “I’d never tell a lie” good ol’ American boy reputation to carry it all the way through. When I saw André Jones getting dragged off to prison, boy, I couldn’t barely contain my grin.

As soon as I knew he was locked up, I made my way over to his apartment first thing and let myself right in. Slipping out of John Calvin’s police uniform, I let my body warm up from the inside out, focusing deeply as my skin darkened and my muscles pumped up. I’d let myself go a bit as John Calvin, and watching those new thick muscles pile on made me feel so fucking hot. I had finally became André Jones. I’d have to think of a different name for myself, of course, although it was a common enough name that if I got far enough away it might not matter too much.

Looking around his low-rent apartment, I started eyeing things that I could pack and take with me as I started my new life, only taking a moment to check out my newest body.

“Aw yeah, muthafucka!” I said with André’s deep voice as I flexed and pumped up my pecs, “I’ma have me some real fun wit dis one!”

Poser

 
“Ummm… ok,” said Bryan, taking a step back from the bodybuilder, “Yeah… I think the pecs are even now. Yeah, definitely. That looks much better. Hm. You know, you’re just gonna have to be really careful out there, Steven. At least until we can get this suit fixed. I don’t know why that left pec keeps sagging, but it should at least hold up through this competition, all right, Champ?”

“Bryan,” said Steven, “I’m getting really tired of this, you know. How much money are we making off of these competitions? And it all depends on how good I look out there on the stage, my friend. If anybody ever finds out about this, we’ll be kicked out of the sport forever, and you know that. Now you better hope like hell these pecs hold up, because after this show, I am not competing again until you put in some money to get these suits repaired the way that they need to be. Find another poser if you want until then, but I won’t keep risking my reputation like that.”

“Steven,” said Bryan, “Steven, buddy. Look, it’s in the works, all right? Just go out there and win me this show tonight, and then I promise I’ll get the suits in to be fixed up first thing next week. All of ‘em. All right? Now let’s go hit the pump room and get you oiled up. What do you say, huh?”

“All right,” said Steven, “But you really gotta promise me, man.”

“I promise,” said Bryan, placing his hand on Steven’s shoulder, “But first, you’ve got a competition to win!”

Turning Out Great

“Oh, Jimmy!” said Karl, as they both stood on Jimmy’s back porch, “Wow, he’s turning out great! I can hardly believe that’s little Mikey out there! Told ya it was amazing, didn’t I? When did you give him the pills again?”

“Oh, let’s see,” said Jimmy proudly, “It was on Monday. So, what, it’s only been about a week? It’s crazy, man. He’s just changed right before my eyes. Would ya look at him? My scrawny little 10-year-old is turning into quite the well-developed young man!”

“Oh –” said Karl, hesitating, “Uh – it’s already been a week?”

“Yeah…” said Jimmy, “Why?”

“It’s just –” said Karl, “I mean, well, physically I’d say he’s turning out pretty damn good. But, he’s still out there playing with his pool toys and stuff like that?”

“Well – yeah,” said Jimmy, “Isn’t that normal?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said Karl, “When I gave little Robbie the pills, he kinda stopped being interested in that stuff. You know, after just a few days I had him watching the games with me throwin’ some beers back like he’d been doin’ it for years.”

“Oh…” said Jimmy, “Well, I mean, I’m sure he’ll be ok, right? I mean, maybe the physical changes just have to kind of happen first, and then he’ll start changing, you know, the rest of the way.”

“Yeah, man,” said Karl, giving his friend a pat on the back, “Maybe. But – uh – if you think you need to give him some more pills or anything, I’ve still got a few on hand. I mean, couldn’t hurt, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Jimmy, “In fact, why don’t you bring those over next time… Last thing I want is a big old stud like that walkin’ around my house actin’ like a 10 year old boy!”

Checking Out the Goods

“All right, sonny. Now let’s see those abs, eh?” said Gerald, his eyes wide.

Evan, the model, begrudgingly lifted his sculpted arms above his head, twisting and flexing his abs.

“Very nice,” said Gerald, admiring Evan’s perfectly-etched muscles, “Very nice. But, come on, boy. You could at least look like you’re enjoying this. Put a smile on that pretty face of yours, huh?”

“You think I enjoy this?” said Evan, “Letting creepy old guys like you borrow my body on the weekends just so I can afford to get by at this school?”

“Oh,” said Gerald, “Creepy old guy, am I? Well maybe I’ll just check out one of the other models, then –”

“No, wait –” said Evan, “Look, I’m sorry. I really need the money – And I’m even running a special since there’s no school on Monday. I’ll let you have three days for the price of two. So, do we have a deal?”

“Well, well, well,” said Gerald, “I don’t think I’ll be able to find a better deal than that. And you have a nice enough body. What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” Evan gulped, “Just – It’s just like always. You gotta at least stay 50 miles away from here, and you can’t use my real name. And sex is always protected. Always.”

“I know the rules,” said Gerald, undressing, “You’ve already injected yourself? And you’ve made sure to inject enough to last you for the full 3-day weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan, already feeling the effects of the drug.

“I figured so,” said Gerald, “Why don’t you have a seat? Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes now, just enough time to sign the paperwork, and then I should have me a cute, young body to wear for the weekend.”

Evan took a seat on the paper-lined table, feeling his consciousness slip away. If there was one good thing about all of this, he thought, it was that he didn’t have to remember any of it. He promised himself that he would only do this for another semester, long enough to save up some good money and then be done with it. He knew some guys who kept this up all through college, but he wouldn’t do that. No way. Feeling weak, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the table, his last sight being the naked old man standing over him, hungrily checking out the goods.

Part Time

Simon walked into the back of the club, “My brother can’t work tonight, he sent me to cover his shift” he said to the guy in the office.

“You’re a bit young, you are over 19yrs?" he guy asked, “Err yeah of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here” Simon muttered.

“Ok, get yourself downstairs and into your brothers uniform, he’s on the floor crew this week”.

Simon goes down to the basement eager to try on his brothers uniform, damn he had to pay his brother enough money to take his place tonight.

Simon turned the corner and saw a huge guy facing the wall motionless, he had the word “CREW” on his back. Simon walked over and prodded the guy, no response.

Simon remembered his brothers instructions and felt under the guys right armpit and pushed, there was a noise like escaping air and his broad back opened like huge doors, inside was hollow.

Simon stripped and put his clothes in his brother locker, Simon hoisted himself into the suit, lowering his leg, and pushing his arms into the sleeves. Simon ducked his head into the suit and up onto the head of the guy.

Just then he heard a rush of air and suddenly he was sealed in the suit and suddenly he felt at one with the suit. It felt and moved naturally and it looked amazing in the mirror.

Simon walked over and pulled on a polo shirt with the word “security” on the back, damn it was tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Just then the door opened and one of the dancers walked in…

“Curtis?” the guy said, you was about to tell him you was standing in for your brother Curtis but you just said “Yeah” with a smile.

HE closed and locked the door before walking over and kneeling before you – all you could say was “fuck!”

Wash day

“Gary!” I shouted, “your bodysuit is finished in the dryer! Look man, will you come down and get it out of there, I need to put my stuff in.. GARY!!”, there was no reply.

I sighed and pulled it out of the dryer - “Damn! that’s a suit of Jon, I wondered why his gym bag was in the hall”

I smiled as I pulled on the suit, Jon was a popular jock with the girls and I needed some action. I looked at my new reflection in the mirror and gave a cocky smile. I rummaged through the gym bag and pulled on so of his clothes before throwing the bag over my shoulder and left to do a bit of hunting.

Social Trap

I smiled at Danny, we’d been interviewing jocks and bodybuilders all morning. We’d been looking for a guy to play the part of a bouncer for an adult film – Phil was perfect.

Danny was one of our top actors, but for this part he just didn’t have the physique so he was helping me interview the guys.

We told Phil about the part, but he was less than happy to hear it was an adult film. Danny said “Not to worry” and got up and shook Phil’s hand. He pointed to Phil and I nodded with a smile.

Suddenly Phil wobbled on his feet and Danny quickly grabbed him and groaned trying to support his muscular frame, I rushed around and helped lower Phil to the floor.

I looked at Danny “Well, you’re our best actor, think you’ve seen enough of Phil to play him?”, “Yeah” came the reply - “although I’d like to have a couple of days practice” he said with a glint in his eye.

I stripped Phil of his clothes admiring his muscular build as Danny removed his clothes. I watched as Danny laid on top of Phil’s much larger body, looking up at me he gave me a knowing smile and wriggled into Phil’s body. Phil let out a groan and got to his feet, I watched as he flexed and touched his body as if discovering it for the first time; of course for Danny it was.

Phil pulled on his clothes and shook my hand, “See you in a couple of days”  I said, “Yeah – look forward to it…” and he left.

I walked over to the bathroom and stripped, I reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a replica of Danny, I was already hard as I pulled on the bodysuit, I turned and looked into the mirror as I pulled on Danny’s face adjusting his spiked hair.

Walking back to the other room I picked up Danny’s discarded clothes and got dressed. I looked in the mirror; I was perfect.

When your the director and Danny’s agent you have responsibility to maintain your clients social ranking.

All for love

“Yeah, you know I’ll do anything for you – but this is weird, I’m not even sure its possible”

I smiled knowing it was possible, I’d done it loads of times before but I wasn’t going to tell Owen that.

I stripped in front of him, he smiled leaning casually on the counter. I walked up behind him and reached around and felt his tight abs. I unbuttoned his shorts and they dropped to the floor. Kissing him on the back of the neck I whispered in his ear “Ready?”, “Yeah” he whispered.

I stepped into the legs of his shorts on the floor and pushed into Owen, I heard him groan as I pushed in deeper and became one with Owen.

I smiled in my new body, reaching down and pulling up my shorts and buttoning them up and adjusting the hang on my hips, inside my head I talked with Owen – both of us excited for the night ahead.

Sorry, Mom

 
“Jesus Christ, Aaron! Put on some clothes!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, “I just needed to get a clean pair of underwear.”

“Well, ok,” she said, slightly flustered, “Just – go take your shower, will you? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Sure thing, Mom!” I said, hesitating for just a second as I almost started heading for the wrong bedroom.

As soon as I was around the corner, I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck! Even she wasn’t able to tell that I wasn’t really Aaron. I mean, I figured I’d be able to pull it off around his friends and stuff at school, but here I was fooling his own mother – my ex-wife! If only she knew it was me here inside our son’s body – especially since that bitch kicked me out of the house last month. Hell, maybe she’d like it! She did seem to get all excited when she saw me in my little boxer briefs out there… Maybe I’ll give her a few more little “peeks” just to fuck with her a little bit. My son’s quite the stud, actually, and I don’t think it would be all that out-of-character to start showing a little bit more skin around the house. And Aaron’s always been a momma’s boy, so would she really think anything was off if I started finding more excuses to hang around the house and just show off a little bit?

“Wow, Mom, dinner was awesome!” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I stood in my son’s room, surrounded by all of his things, “Oh yeah, she’s gonna love hearing that!”

“Aaron?” she said from out in the hallway, “Did you say something, honey?”

“No, Mom,”’ I said, “Just about to hop in the shower!”

I smiled at my reflection, happy to be back in my own house even though I had to take over my own son’s body to do it. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed Aarons shower caddy, and headed across the hallway to the bathroom. And you can bet  like hell that I left the door cracked open just a little bit too much….

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!”