The Artist

“So, you’re just gonna sit around and… paint all day long?” asked Chris.

“Yeah,” Michael responded calmly, stepping back from his painting for a moment before dipping his brush in some paint and adding a few final touches, “Why?”

"It’s just… I don’t know. I figured since you used that muscle growth powder and got all big and muscley, you’d spend more time at the gym, or you know – don’t you have another bodybuilding competition lined up or something?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, barely turning away from his artwork to motion towards the small collection of bodybuilding trophies on his bookshelf, “I guess so. But I mean, I’ve already done all of that stuff. It was cool, I guess. But I haven’t gotten to paint in a while, you know. I kinda just want to do that.”

“Um…” Chris said, “OK. But don’t you feel like you’re kind of wasting it all?”

“Wasting what?” said Michael, honestly.

“That body, man! The muscles! The good looks! I mean, you’re a total stud, man!”

“I suppose so,” said Michael, “But you could be too, if you used some of that muscle powder. I think you’d like it. But me, I’m just kind of over it. Actually, I’m kind of thinking of using the reversal powder and just getting rid of all this.”

“Wow, man,” Chris said, “I never thought I’d hear you say that, the way you used to talk about how bad you wanted to be a big muscleguy, be in bodybuilding shows and everything… But I mean, hey, I guess you’re just happier… being yourself.”

“I guess so,” said Michael, “Funny, isn’t it?”

Christ sat on the couch for a few moments, watching as Michael quietly finished his painting.

“Um, hey – ” he finally said, breaking the silence, “So, I guess you’re not going to be needing the rest of that muscle growth powder then…”

Hershey’s Cream Pie

“Darren!” I said, “What are you doing?! You can’ be eating shit like that any more!”

“Huh?” he said, stuffing another big fork full of Hershey’s cream pie in his mouth, “What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal!?” I said, swiping the pie away from him, “I went through all this god damn work to get you my hunky roommate’s body, and this is how you treat it? Fuck no, man! If you don’t watch it, you’re gonna end up just like you used to be – fat, out of shape, and always wishing that you could have a better body! Have you even been to the gym today?”

“Um, no…” said Darren, “But I was gonna go later – I swear!”

“God, Darren!” I said, “I’m so fucking mad at you. I thought it would be so cool having my best friend inside of that hot body. You know, maybe we could have finally been something. But it’s like you’re just throwing it away! I swear to god, if you don’t start treating that body the right way, I’m gonna swap you guys back.”

“I’m… sorry,” said Darren, “Look, I’m trying really hard. This is just kind of a big change for me. Eating all that healthy shit and making myself drink protein shakes and go to the gym and everything, I just have to get used to it.”

“Well I hope you get used to it a little bit quicker,” I said, turning away, “Or else you can just kiss that body goodbye!”

This Isn’t Too Weird?

“Do you want me to stop?” asked Riley as he took Nick’s nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

“Oh god, no!” answered Nick, leaning back against the wall of the hot tub, “Oh, fuck no!”

“This isn’t too weird for you?” asked Riley, “I mean, this body?”

“No fuckin’ way!” said Nick, “Dude, you hit the nail right on the head with this one!”

“That’s a little sick, you know,” said Riley, wrapping his arms around Nick’s muscled torso and pulling himself out of the water a bit so that they were nearly nose-to-nose, “Making out in the hot tub with your own little brother…”

“Shut up!” said Nick, “Just keep doing what you were doing. Fuck!  That was too fuckin’ hot!”

“All right,” grinned Riley, feeling up Nick’s cock under the water, “Do you wanna call me Nathan while I look like this?”

“Yeah…” moaned Nick, “Oh god… Nathan… I’ve wanted this for so long…”

“Me too, ‘bro,’” Riley smiled, giving Nick a deep kiss, “And since it’s just us two this weekend, you can do whatever you want with me – maybe we can even invite ‘Dad’ over for a little bit too, if you know what I mean!”

Hold That Pose!

 
“Hold that pose!” said Lisa, snapping a picture with her digital camera as the big muscleguy in the tight t-shirt bent over and Jennifer, the pretty blonde, posed behind him, “Oh my god! That’s hilarious! Vinnie is gonna die when he sees these pics all over his Facebook tomorrow!”

“Well that’s what the fucker gets for cheating on me!” said Jennifer, “You still doin’ all right in there, Michelle?”

“Yeah,” said Michelle, still a little bit unused to the size and bulk of the Vinnie suit she was wearing, “God, I’m still thrown off that it’s actually Vinnie's voice coming out of my mouth!”

“Well, duh!” said Jennifer, “If we’re gonna pull this whole thing off, you’ve gotta be Vinnie all the way!”

“Well I’m definitely Vinnie all the way!” said Michelle, motioning down to the unfamiliar piece of meat that was now stuffed in the front of her jeans.

“Yeah,” Jennifer laughed, “I will say, he at least had a big dick!”

“Ok, ok you guys!” said Lisa, giggling, “Come on! These pics are funny but I think we can do much better!”

“Oh?” said Jennifer, her mind whirling, “Like what?”

“Well…” said Lisa, “I was kind of thinking we could find some hotel room somewhere and go take some really nasty photos of ‘Vinny’ here, if you know what I mean!”

“Oh, I know what you mean!” said Jennifer, “What do you think, Michelle?”

“I guess so…” said Michelle, “But I mean, but you guys have to swear that nobody will ever find out that it’s actually me in any of these pictures, ok?”

“Michelle!” said Lisa, “Totally don’t worry about it. You look exactly like Vinnie in every possible way, and me and Jenn aren’t going to tell anybody. Right, Jenn?”

“Right,” said Jennifer, “This is totally just between us girls.”

“Well,” said Michelle, wrapping her muscular arms around her two best friends, “Let’s do this then!”

“Perfect!” said Jennifer, “God, you girls are the best! I knew you’d help me pull this off!”

Good Workout

 
“Good workout today, babe,” said Sam, lightly placing a hand on his boyfriend Mike’s smooth, tight pec an going in for big kiss.

“You too, hun,” said Mike, “Damn! You were killin’ it in there today. I could hardly keep up with you!”

“Well what can I say?” smiled Sam, “I’m just feeling …really good today!”

“Oh?” chuckled Mike, “And why is that?”

“Well,” said Sam, “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got the hottest boyfriend in the world, and I can just tell by the way that he looks in my eyes that he really, really loves me – plus, look at me! I mean… I just feel like my workouts have really been paying off lately…”

“Yeah, they have been!” said Mike, “You really look great, babe. I’m so fuckin’ glad to be your boyfriend. And you’re right… I really, really love you.”

“Oh, Mike,” Sam said, going in for another kiss, “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that!”

Somewhere deep inside of Sam’s body, there was a scream. He was trapped, watching helplessly from the inside as this imposter drove his body, kissing and placing his hands all over his boyfriend. The maddening part was that Mike apparently had no clue that anything was wrong – he even seemed to like it!

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today,” said Mike, “But it’s kinda hot, you acting all aggressive and confident!”

“Well don’t be surprised if you start to see a few more changes,” Sam heard his body say, using his lips, his tongue, his vocal cords,  “But I promise, you’re really going to like them!”

“Oh?” said Mike, becoming visibly aroused, “Well why don’t we head back to the apartment and put that to the test!”

Protein Drink

“Geez, Bricen,” said Cole, “You’ve been drinking a hell of a lot of milk lately. Uh – that is milk, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah…” said Bricen, chugging down a few more big gulps from the jug and then wiping the white liquid from around his lips, “Well, I mean, it’s like… uh… It’s like this new protein drink. You know, just trying to add a little bulk?”

“You’re crazy, dude!” said Cole, chuckling as he headed out the door, “I mean you look awesome as it is, I can’t believe you wanna get bigger! Anyways, dude, good workin’ out with ya today – we’ll do it again tomorrow!”

“You bet, bro,” smiled Bricen.

As Cole made his way down the front steps of the apartment, Bricen locked the door and drew all of the curtains closed. Turning back to the kitchen table, he picked up the gallon jug and thirstily chugged down the rest of its contents. Taking the empty jug with him down the hallway, he turned into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and again making certain that all of the curtains were closed.

Opening the door to his closet, he saw the real Bricen helplessly tied and gagged on the floor.

“I’m gonna need you to make some more of this for me,” he said, kneeling down and holding the empty jug in front of his prisoner, “You’re lucky. That last batch was a real good one. Lasted me for almost a week. Bet you’ve got quite a bit saved up for me, don’t ya?”

The real Bricen could barely struggle, at this point hopelessly weakened as he was dragged out of the closet by his impostor and thrown onto the bed.

“I know you don’t like this very much,” said the impostor, wrapping his hands around Bricen’s stiffening cock, “But let’s face it. You don’t have much say in the matter. As long as I can keep getting you to pump out enough cum to mix with my little ‘protein drink,’ I’ll be able to pull this whole thing off with absolutely no questions. Now let’s see how much of that good stuff you’ve got saved up, cuz I’m gonna collect every last drop of it from you today!”

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.