How Are You Feeling?

“So… how are you feeling, Dex?” asked Jamie.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” asked Dex in a deep Kentucky drawl and raising his arm up to flex a rock-solid bicep, “I feel fuckin’ awesome.”

Indeed, laying there in the hospital bed, Jamie had to say that Dex looked the picture of perfect health.

“Yeah, I mean you look great,” said Jamie, looking over his shoulder and lowering his voice, “But, I mean – Is that really you in there, Vince?”

“It’s me…” said Vince, cracking a smile on Dex’s usually serious-looking face, “It’s really me. It worked Jamie… It fuckin’ worked!”

“Oh… my god,” Jamie’s jaw dropped, “And they believed everything? Nobody’s… noticed anything?”

“Noticed anything?” said Vince, “What is there to notice, except that I’m Dex through and through. They’ve done fuckin’ blood tests and everything. No fuckin’ way nobody’s noticed anything! And as far as I heard, they’re just saying the whole thing was a really unfortunate accident, this kid just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, passed out, doesn’t remember a thing, but woke up from it all feelin’ just fuckin’ fine!”

“Oh, that  is brilliant!” said Jaime, still not quite able to believe that inside of that young stud was his friend and colleague at the lab, Vince Bryant, “And any slip-ups ‘Dex’ here has with remembering things, or acting differently, you can just play off as trauma from the accident. – What about your old body though?”

“I dunno…” said Vince, a bit regretfully, “I guess it didn’t make it through the accident from what I’ve heard. It’s probably for the better, gives us one less thing to worry about. Still though… kinda means this is permanent.”

“Well I don’t mind that one bit!” smiled Jamie, “Just as long as we can find us another dumb young stud for me to swap with now that we know this whole thing works!”

Tattoos & Piercings

I had to pay a hell of a lot of extra money for the tattoos and piercings on this suit, but fuck they look hot! They totally help me pull off the persona I use when I’m wearing this suit – the kinda guy that nobody fucks with. The kinda guy who can get away with whatever the fuck he wants, pick up any guy he sees and do with him whatever he fuckin’ pleases. Without these tats and piercings, I would been just another prettyboy bodybuilder, and what fun is that? I can get in a whole lot more trouble this way – and that’s just the way I like it!

Almost Done

 
“Almost done…” said Aiden, lightly tracing his finger along Daniel’s body in the stillness of the locker room. Everyone else had long since gone home.

“I can’t wait to get all dressed up in you, Danny.” he said, “Yeah, fels like your dick is just about completely hollowed out now… God damn, it’s gonna feel so good sticking my cock in there and then looking down to see that pretty little pink dick of yours looking back at me. I’ve been wanting to get in your body for quite some time now, get out of this clunky linebacker body I’ve been wearing and slip into the sexy quarterback. Just had to wait for the right time. The way I see it, I’ll be able to play the last game of the season as you tomorrow, slip off into the offseason, and then come back next season just as good as new! No one’s ever gonna have a clue that there’s actually somebody else inside of you, pretending to be you, living your life. And the whole time I’m just gonna be smiling with that pretty smile of yours and soaking up every second of it! Now why don’t you just, uh, hang out here for another couple minutes? I’m gonna go take this suit off, rinse off in the showers, and then when I get back I’m gonna start putting you on!”

Taking a Break

“Adam…?” Steven said, walking into the kitchen, “What are you doing…?”

“I’m makin’ some coffee for ya, babe!” Adam said with a broad smile, “What’s it look like I’m doin’?”

“No,” said Steven, “I mean, what are you doing in your suit? I thought we weren’t going to wear them this weekend… I thought we were just gonna spend time as you and me. You know, in our real bodies.”

“Well,” said Adam, catching his reflection in the microwave door as he passed by, “I mean, yeah, but why don’t we just like spend the day in our suits and go out and do something and then we can take them off when we get home tonight?”

“Because, Adam,” said Steven, “I’m starting to think you don’t want to spend time with me when I’m not wearing the suit. And I think you’re spending too much time wearing yours. I mean, when we got them, we said we were just going to bring them out every once in a while for some fun, but now I can hardly get you to take yours off!”

“Aw, babe!” said Adam, “C’mon! You know it’s not like that. It’s just – why pass up the opportunity to look like this?”

For the effect, he seductively ran his hands along his tight pecs and flat abs.

“Come on,” he said, “You know you like me like this!”

“Adam,” said Steven, turning away, “It’s like I don’t even know who you are any more. I don’t even think you know who you are any more! If that’s how you want it to be, then fine. But I’m keeping my suit in the closet for a while. I’m taking a break. I just want to be myself.”

“Whatever,” said Adam with a cocky smile, “You’re just jealous that your suit isn’t as hot as mine.”

“You just don’t get it,” said Steven, with a sigh, “Do you?”

Canine Instincts

“Whoa there, boy! Don’t like it in there too much, do ya? Well that’s too bad, cuz I happen to like being in your body just fine! And hey – I had to put you somewhere, didn’t I? I figured this would be my safest bet, putting you inside your own dog while I’m using your body. I can keep a close eye on you this way. And don’t worry, pretty soon your canine instincts will start taking over and you’ll start behaving just like a good little doggie.

In the meantime, I’m gonna start acting more and more like you – although I think it’s gonna take a little bit longer than usual to learn how to drive a big body like this. After a few days though, pal, nobody’s gonna be able to tell that anything was ever different. I hope you like dog food, that’s all I can say!”

Lap Dance

By Guest Author – Nemo

 
Adam stared into the mirror as he delicately ran his fingers over his new face. He simultaneously traced the outlines of his new features, while gently pushing the material of the mask he was wearing against his own face. His dick began to stiffen as the mask bonded to his own skin and he started to feel the feather light touch of his new hands on his face. He knew from experience that within a few more seconds he would be able to forget he was wearing a mask, just as the bodysuit he was wearing already felt like his own body.

He almost lost himself in the intense sensations he always got when he first put on a new bodysuit. Almost, but the loud indrawing of breath behind him reminded him he had an audience to entertain.

He turned away from the mirror and proudly displayed his new naked body in it's full glory, his semi-erect member bobbing gently in front of him. Another involuntary gasp from his watcher showed the sight was fully appreciated. He grinned and turned, flexing a newly muscled bicep and licked it slowly, knowing the display would drive his watcher wild. He grinned out the corner of his mouth while he continued the gun show.
 
He lowered his arm and spoke, savouring his new voice to match his new face and body.

"I guess I should let you see the full effect close-up..." he said as he walked closer to where his watcher was sat in a chair, also buck naked. Without further preamble he sat astride the other man, he felt his dick rubbing against the other man's and once again marvelled at the way it felt so like his own dick, with no hint he was wearing a suit.
"So what do you think now you can see it close up?" he asked, grinding his hips into the other man's and pushing his firm muscled torso closer and closer.

There was only a groan in reply and Adam smirked, knowing the effect he was having and enjoying every second of it. He leant back slightly and dipped his head until he was level with the other man's nipples. His tongue slipped out and he lightly licked the nipple in front of him, while continuing his grinding motion. With his free hand he reached down and grasped both their dicks, jerking them both off together. His watcher began to buck underneath him as his groans came faster.

As he felt the other man's dick stiffen he slipped off his lap and knelt in between the man's spread wide legs. Adam slipped his mouth over the other man's dick while he played gently but expertly with the man's balls with one of his hands. As the groans became louder, Adam smiled as he bobbed up and down. He loved this part, driving men wild with his new body. He could make any man cum if he wanted to, when he was in the zone. Gay, straight, bi, it didn't matter, while he was like this he was like a sex god and he lived for it.

As he felt the dick stiffen and start to rhythmically throb, he slipped the dick out of his mouth and quickly wiped it clean, before expertly catching every drop of cum in a specimen jar he had ready and waiting. As the climax died away, he milked the other man's dick of every last drop, before giving it another wipe and dropping it.

He stood up and looked at the contents of the jar. "Not bad, not bad at all." He screwed a lid firmly on the jar "Waste not, want not. Eh?" he asked the other man. Only another groan answered him.
He stepped back to get a proper look at the figure in front of him. He checked behind himself in the mirror and satisfied with what he saw, turned back again. Yes, Adam's new body was a perfect duplicate of the man tied firmly to the chair in front of him. He smiled at the look of both anger and self-loathing on his double's face, sure that if the gag hadn't been there, he would have had to listen to the usual tired old accusations that were always thrown at him.

"Don't worry." he said "If I had a body like this for real, I'd probably get turned on by myself as well. Besides, I'm very good at what I do and you're not the first guy I've had like this." He turned to go and then stopped. He turned back and smiled at his bound and gagged double "I almost forgot... thanks for the DNA sample. It'll make what I'm about to do, so much easier to pin on you..." and he laughed as he turned a final time and left his victim ragging helplessly.

Chance opportunity..

Claire nudged Phil as they walked down the street; smiling at the young shirtless guy walking a few feet in front of them.

“What do you think?” She whispered, he smiled looking at the guys tight ass; “you know I think he’ll do fine” Phil said with a smile.

Phil picked up the pace coming up behind the guy and with a measured degree of experience pushed into the young guy without missing a step, only a low groan could be heard escaping the guys lips as he took control.

Phil stopped in his new disguise resting his hands on his knees taking taking a moment to familiarize himself with his new body.

Turning he smiled and walked back to Claire giving her a big smile before kissing her. “Mmm, nice” she whispered to Phil.

Phil smiled and pulled up a jeans a bit before they dropped completely; he laughed “Been a while since I wore my jeans like this.”

Phil put his arm around Claire shoulder and pulled her in close and gave her a squeeze and a hug that suggested they’d know each other for a long time. Walking along the street, Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys; “this way the car’s just around the corner.”

Claire looked at the time on her phone; “we got about about 30 minutes before it starts”, there was a hint of urgency in her voice but Phil just smiled and started to jogging, pulling Claire along by the hand like a teenager in love.

“We’d better hurry then..” sniggered Phil with a cute smile on his new face that Claire hadn’t seen before..

Just a Dream?

By Guest Author – Nemo

 
Rob threw more cold water in his face and scrubbed vigourously, try to wake himself up properly and get rid of the remains of last night's dream.

As the water drained off his face he studied his reflection. He looked completely normal, same military haircut, same close trimmed beard. His gaze moved further down, taking in the reflection of his gym trained body with it's generous covering of fur. Nothing looked out of place and yet....

And yet he still couldn't shake last night's dream, where instead of a successful, butch stud he'd been a skinny 18 year old, still living at home with his folks. And not just any twink, but Rob's next door neighbour, Stu.

In the dream, as Stu he'd crept into Rob's house and slipped something into Rob's protein shake. Something that when Rob had drunk it, Had turned Rob into a hollow shell. Rob broke into a cold sweat as the dream came back to him in more detail. The image he couldn't get out of his mind, was of Stu climbing into Rob's hollowed out body.

For some reason the dream been particularly clear at this point. Rob could even remember the sensations his dream alter-ego Stu had felt as he slipped first one leg and then the other down inside Rob's empty legs. Each leg wiggling slowly inside Rob's body to ensure a perfect and literally skin tight fit.

Rob blushed, and watched his face turn red as he remembered the sexual charge 'Stu' had gotten in Rob's dream as he'd stuck his dick into Rob's empty sheath. Almost involuntarily, Rob's hand strayed to his dick, just checking all was as it should be.

The contact of his hand on his dick, brought Rob back to reality. He had to focus, sure it had been a freaky dream, but if had only been a dream. He was his normal self this morning and he just had to forget about last night.

As he began to turn away from the mirror, the final memory of the suit sealing itself around 'Stu's' body lingered in his mind for a few last seconds. He caught himself checking the back of his neck for a seal, before he laughed at himself. Of course there was nothing there. He ran his hand over the back of his neck and stopped as his fingers found an almost imperceptible ridge. He stopped breathing for a second, surely that had always been there, hadn't it. His fingers rubbed at the ridge and he began to convince himself he could feel an edge...

"Rob! What the fuck are you doing in there? I thought you were just freshening up? If you want a fuck before I have to go to work, get your ass out here now!" The sound of Rob's boyfriend Dave yelling through the door, finally brought Rob down to earth with a bump. He smiled as he picture the exasperated look that Dave would have on his face. "Sorry baby. I'll be right out." Yelled Rob as he dried his face on a towel. He had one last glance in the mirror, and smiled. The dream had been odd, but it had only been a dream and it was time to enjoy the day. He opened the door and dived onto the bed next to Dave.

                     *********

Deep inside Rob, Stu cursed to himself, silently. Not that he had any choice of course, since the suit wasn't working the way it should. He should have been the one in control of the body, with full access to Rob's memories to allow him to pass as Rob, but he was meant to be in charge. Instead he as was stuck as an observer in Rob's body, so close to fulfilling his fantasies and yet, still so far. Still he thought, he was finally getting through to Rob's mind in his dreams and he was sure with more practice he could get Rob to release him from the suit. There was always tonight to send Rob another sweet dream. And in the meantime, well as Rob and Dave got hot and heavy, Stu at least got to share the sensations in Rob's body. Stu could wait one more day to make his dream come true.

Good Morning, Mr. Patrick

“Well good morning, Mr. Patrick…” I said to my reflection, “Pleasant waking up to find myself in your body this morning…”

I pulled open the front of my hot neighbor’s robe a litle bit, letting it slide over my beefy shoulders and exposing my powerful, manly new torso. The hairy chest was something new for me, but with Mr. Patricks’s big, bear-like body and his handsome goatee and furry abs, it just looked awesome!

“Oh yeah,” I said, my voice deep and gruff, “I bet Mrs. Patrick really loves that. Too bad she’s not gonna be around much longer. Not after ‘you’ tell her that you’ve finally decided to come out as a gay man and your whole marriage has been a sham. Don’t know what the fellas down at the station are gonna think about that either. But it doesn’t really matter to me. I’ll figure all of that out later. Right now, I’m just glad that body swap spell worked like it was supposed to and you’re probably waking up right now next door in my bedroom, a 17-year-old loser.”

I pulled the robe back over my chest a little bit, although I still let a little bit of chest hair peek out. I could see the outline of my pecs through the fabric. I smiled, and it was Dan Patrick that smiled back at me.

“I always wanted your life, Mr. Patrick,” I said with his warm, charming smile, “And now it’s all mine!”

Bendy

“All right, here goes!” said James, throwing his body weight forward and carefully balancing on his hands, “Well I’ll be damned! Looks like now that I’ve got Alex’s body, I’ve got all of his abilities too! Fuck yeah!”

He stretched his legs out in different directions, all the while keeping excellent balance on his hands, feeling the strength of his new arms holding his body perfectly stable. Alex had been a gymnast and a dancer, and James couldn’t believe how easily he was now pulling off some of Alex’s favorite tricks. Laughing, he gracefully lowered himself to the ground, expertly and cleanly rolling out of the handstand.

“This shit’s gonna be too much fun!” he chuckled, reaching out to touch his toes and easily doubling over himself. From that position, he realized that he could probably fit the tip of his new dick in his mouth. Experimentally, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own shaft. Smiling, he pushed himself down even further, wrapping his lips around his cock and giving it a taste.

“Damn,” he said to himself, his own precum trailing from his lips, “Fuck! The boys are gonna go crazy when I pull some of this shit out!”

He smiled, looking down at his cock, and then stood up in front of the mirror. He twisted his body around to check it out from all different angles.

“And I shouldn’t have any problem picking up boys, either,” he said to his reflection, admiring the athletic body he now possessed, “I’ve got a hot fuckin’ body now and all kinds of new things I can do with it!”

Innocent White Guy

 
“All right,” said Orlando, laughing, “Man, you gotta show me that that ‘Innocent White Guy’ face again!”

“Oh,” said De’Ron, “You mean this one?”

He carefully folded his hands in front of himself, cocked his head to the side and slightly furrowed his eyebrows.

“Honestly, Officer,” he said, all traces of his African-American accent wiped away, “I’ve never even seen this 'De’Ron Davis’ guy you’re looking for. Think I’d remember a big, scary looking black guy like that!”

“Oh shit, son!” said Orlando, slapping his thigh and doubling over in laughter, “Damn, yo! That shit is funny as hell! But, hey yo – you gonna just wait around at your apartment just lookin’ like this white dude and waitin’ for the cops to show up lookin’ for ya?”

“Aw, hell no, brotha!” said De’Ron, for a second dropping the ‘white-guy’ act, “Shit, I’ma get me the hell outta that place! Fuck, look at me man! I’m a good lookin’ dude now. I might be able to get me a real job, get me a real apartment and all that shit.”

“Well just don’t forget about yo’ brotha’s in the hood, D.,” said Orlando.

“No way, bro,” said De’Ron, earnestly, “And I mean that too. Lemme get outta here, get myself set up, find me a few more white boys I can turn into suits like this, and then I’ll be back for you and the rest of the boys. We gon’ live it up, homie! That’s a promise!”

He extended a firm hand, which Orlando gladly took.

“Man,” Orlando said, “Look at how white that hand is. And all smooth and shit. You gotta get me some guy a little bit tougher-lookin’, man. A’ight? Don’t wanna be no pretty boy.”

“Hey, hey! I still got me a few tattoos and shit!” said De’Ron, checking out his arms. He chuckled and then straightened himself out, slipping back into his white guy persona, “I’ll find you a good one, ok? I promise.”

“Yeah, bro,” said Orlando, smiling, “Now get yo’ white ass outta here ‘fore the cops come ‘round, wonderin’ how a pretty boy like you wandered into the wrong part of town!”

Freestylin’

“Hey, uh, guys?” said Rick, from the back of the pack, “Do you think we could, uh, find a restroom to stop in real quick?”

“Jesus, man!” said Christopher, turning around to speak with his colleague, “What the hell is up with you this afternoon? You’ve been acting weird ever since we left the hotel. This is supposed to be our ‘fun day’ at the convention, gettin’ out to do a little sight seeing, and the whole time you’ve just been hiding at the back of the group, which is so not like you – and what the hell is up with all this ‘I gotta go to the bathroom’ shit?”

“I, um… I’m just not feeling well,” Rick said, holding up his well-muscled arm behind his head.

“What, you got a headache or something?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah, something like that –“ said Rick, “Listen, I’m just gonna go in here and see if they have a restroom. Tell the rest of the guys I’ll meet up with ‘em in a bit, okay?”

“All right…” said Christopher, “Man, maybe you should just go back to the hotel and rest up. I mean, I’m sure everybody would understand and –”

“No, man!” said Rick, perhaps a bit aggressively, “I’ll be fine, just give me a second, okay?”

Dodging into the nearest storefront, Rick navigated to a small restroom in the back. He ensured that the door was locked and then looked himself over in the mirror.

“You’re a handsome fella, that’s for sure,” he said to his reflection, stroking his goateee and giving his body a quick flex, “But why the hell aren’t you bonding with me?”

Reaching behind his head with both hands, he pulled at an invisible seam, ripping the studly facemask off and pulling it down so that it hung loosely over his pecs. He examined the edges of the mask. It was a clean cut, no obstructions. Why wasn’t it working? He checked the inside of the mask, running his hands along the slippery interior, wiping it clean.

“Damn it,” he said to the mask, “I should be able to just slip you on, and you should stay on, and I should be able to bond with all of your memories and personality traits and pull this off just like I always do. Maybe I mixed the serum too weak for a big guy like you.”

Stretching the facemask out, he pulled it once again up to his face. He pressed it against his features, carefully making sure everything was lined up as it should be, and then firmly sealed everything together in the back. He felt the seams melt together, once again becoming invisible. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for a few moments for something to happen.

“God damn it,” he grumbled with his disguised voice, “Nothin’! Ah well, maybe I’ll have to ditch these guys and see if I can make my own fun with this body. I’ve handled a few guys like yourself before, and I think I can act the part well enough. Otherwise, I’d just be wasting a perfectly good body!”

Giving himself a tough look in the mirror, and another quick flex for good measure, Rick unlocked the bathroom door and peeked his head out. Looked like the rest of the group had already moved on. Casually, he exited the restroom, strolled out the front door of the store and made his way in the opposite direction of the rest of the group.

“All right!” he said to himself, “Looks like I’m freestylin’ it this time – Let’s see how this goes!”