No More Xbox 360, Part 2

As good as it felt to rub his new pecker, David wasn’t sure what to do with it otherwise, and then left it alone, although he thought it got a little stiffer and bigger before it went down again.

Breaking the silence in the bathroom, his older stepbrother’s cell phone went off in his pocket with a new text message.  David looked at the phone, and saw that it was Aaron’s girlfriend, Tara, asking him if he wanted to come over to her place, since her parents were finally out of town.

I guess I should text her back, David thought, since I’m Aaron now.

“Sure ok i’m coming over” he typed, and sent the message.

He then wandered back out into the living room, and saw his old body still playing video games. 

“Hey, um, Aaron, I’m going to a friend’s house,” David said to his “little” brother.

“Huh?”  His old self looked up, and for a moment seemed more like the Aaron David remembered.  “Are you going to Tara’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.  No – you don’t even realize – I mean…”

It seemed like Aaron was going to get angry, but then its like he forgot, and shrugged his shoulders, like David would’ve done.  “Okay, Aaron,” his old body said.  “I’ll make some Easy Mac for myself.”

David went out to the garage, and was worried about if he’d be able to know how to drive.  But, weirdly, it just came to him when he turned the key, as did the memory of how to get to Tara’s house….

Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 2

Victor staggered up from the law recliner, dripping water as if he’d just gone swimming, all his old body’s fat gone; the back patio looked like he’d turned the garden hose on for a while, but that’s it.

I’M MARTY!  Holy fucking shit, I’m in this stud’s body!

Victor ran inside “his” house, and went into the bathroom, locking the door.  He almost hit his head on the door frame – goddamn, I’m tall, he thought!  He then immediately kicked off all his clothes, and stared at “himself” in the mirror.

A lean, model-hot teenage jock stared back at him, stretching up to about 6’3”, perfectly smooth chest, toned muscles, not an ounce of baby fat on his frame.  He probably weighed about 170, all ripcord runner’s build.  His styled brown hair was plastered to his head with sweat – of course, Marty (now Victor!) had been mowing the lawn just 20 minutes ago.  His new light brown eyes seemed bright and eager, and carried a hint of everything Victor had always wanted for himself growing up.

Victor started to feel his new cock get hard, looking at himself in the mirror.  It was an electric cycle, as he lusted at being in his new permanent “bodysuit,” and began thinking of all the crazy fucking that was going to commence shortly.  His new dick stretched and curved up, rock solid, a good 8 inches.  Holy fuck.  He had a light scrub of dark brown pubes, and a huge sack.

Victor reached down with his new huge hands, and grabbed his reborn nut sack and cock, and almost exploded in an orgasm at first touch, it was so erotic.  DAMN.

“Deep breaths, man,” Victor told himself, panting with desire, and anticipation, and a crazy lightheadedness that must be what it was like to be drunk or high.

Slowly, he began to stroke himself, feeling his hard, sweaty new hands work every inch of his new pole.   He tried his best to drag it out, but within about 30 seconds he still couldn’t help it, and his whole Marty body shuddered, and his cock spat a huge fountain of cum all over his smooth chest, the bathroom sink, and the bathroom mirror.  It shot with the force of a super-soaker, and even hit the ceiling!  GodDAMN!   The new Marty’s whole high school body convulsed in pleasure, and he quickly sat down on the toilet seat, dripping watery jizz in a sticky line from his dick down to the tile floor.

Victor then leaned over and rinsed his hands in the sink, and then saw the pile of clothes he’d torn off when he first came into the bathroom.  Carefully, savoring the moment, he picked up one of the old pair of Asics sneakers Marty had been wearing, and brought it up against his face, taking a long pull of how it smelled.  Just like he’d dreamed they would – jock and locker room stink. And they were his!  And size 14!  Victor slipped both old sneaks on his feet, no socks, and they fit him perfectly.  After all, “he’d” broken them in for years.

Naked except for his sneaks, the reborn Marty scooped up the rest of his outdoor lawn clothes, and walked into his new bedroom, eager to sit down at the computer and set up the manhunt account he knew was going to help him score by the end of the day.  (to be continued)

Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 1

“Marty” snapped his new sports girdle out, and admired his sweaty new package. His entire body ached, and was tired, and he reeked of sweat and locker room stink. All unfamiliar sensations to the former fat kid with coke-bottle glasses, who had never played on a sports team his whole life.

A month earlier, he’s still been Victor, a senior in high school who not only was still a virgin, but had never even kissed anyone. He’s never had a smoke, or any alcohol. He’d never been invited to any parties. Basically, at 18, 5’7, 210 lbs, with scraggly black hair and man-tits, Victor was not only no hot date, he was also nobody’s friend.

He’d lived with his elderly mother, and was always squirreled away in his bedroom, playing computer games or reading Dungeons and Dragons. Once or twice, he’d snuck home Men’s Health magazines, or anything else with pictures of hot men’s bodies. See, the final insult was that Victor was also gay.

Graduating high school with mediocre grades (he wasn’t even one of the smart kids), and no certain prospects at life thereafter, Victor’s future was already shipwrecked.

Until two things happened.

The first was when he ordered a massage oil online that was supposed to allow him to steal another guy’s muscles. The second was one Martin Courant moved in next door, in the middle of the school year, from California. His Dad, a widower, had gotten a job transfer and taken Marty with him to Victor’s hometown.

Victor remembered that first (and last) time he saw Marty in the front yard, mowing the lawn, shirtless. A fucking stud! And Martin was friendly, since he didn’t know anyone in town yet. Plus, Marty was just one of those nice guys, a good-natured, hot young jock who could afford to be nice to a ugly fat kid next door.

Victor brought him as a friendship offering a cold Pepsi, and also brought along his massage oil, which he had poured into an emptied bottle of sunscreen. When Marty stopped mowing to pop open the Pepsi, he also went with Victor into the back screened-in porch to sprawl out on his stomach on a large lawn chair.

This was Victor’s chance. “Hey, man, you’re gonna burn if you don’t put on some sunscreen. Here, this stuff I’ve got works really well, check it out.”

Unasked, Victor strolled across the back porch, poured some of his “theft oil” into his palm, and began rubbing it into Marty’s back, before the hot kid could object, or before it got awkward between them.

The oil was lukewarm, then ice cold, then hot, all quickly. Martin seemed to fall asleep as soon as Victor touched him with the oil, oddly enough. So Victor kept rubbing it in on his back. Fortunately, no one else was at home at Marty’s, or in the yard.

Then, the damndest thing happened! Victor’s hand suddenly sank INTO Martin’s back, as though into a soft gel. Weirdly, Marty felt hollowed out inside once Victor’s hand went deeper inside his back and chest cavity.

Freaked out but curious, Victor laid his other hand on Martin’s back, which also sank into the jock’s body. With a grunt, fat Victor lifted Marty’s now seemingly comatose body into an upright position, his hands both inside his chest from behind. Not knowing what else he could do, Victor began reaching as far as his arms would go into Marty’s own arms, and then noticed that his own chest and stomach was also sinking into Martin’s!

As more of Victor went inside of Marty, more of Marty began to conform to Victor, as though he was putting on a wetsuit. Victor then laid down completely on Marty on the lawn recliner, and the rest of his body sunk into Marty.

With a sudden intense pressure, Victor’s vision blurred, and he felt a rush of liquid pour out from him and around him, as his fat simply watered away, and his entire frame and form became that of Martin, from the inside out. Victor realized with growing amazement – and lust – that he was actually becoming Martin completely, he’d stepped into the new kid’s body like a bodysuit, and now it was his own.

And that was just the beginning. Up to that point, Marty’s body was a virgin too… but not for long with Victor in it. (to be continued)

Ruth, I Hope You’re Ready

 
“Oh… damn!” said Jerry, lightly rubbing his finger along his rock-hard nipple as he grabbed his stiffening cock through his boxer briefs with his other hand, “I don’t remember ‘em being that sensitive! ‘Course, how long has it been since I was 19 years old? I reckon there’s a lot of things I’ve forgotten about. But being in my grandson’s body – damn! It’s all comin’ back to me, boy, and it sure as hell feels good! Whoa! Well would ya look at that? Grandpa’s got a big ol’ boner now! Boy, wouldn’t grandma like to see that? My grandson’s quite the athletic young fellow. Kids these days! I was never this well-built back in my day! I feel like I could go for hours and hours with this body – and I know grandma would love that! Too bad she thinks I’m her grandson now. But hell, maybe I can get her to look past that. I’d hate to waste the opportunity to really please her again like I used to be able to do… Yeah, I reckon I’m gonna go see her now, matter of fact! Play it off like I’m Joshua and then really surprise her by telling her it’s me inside of here! Oh, Ruth, I hope you’re ready for this!”

Adorable

“God, Adam, you really do look adorable tonight,” said Darren, “Have I told you that yet?”

“Aw,” said Adam, blushing and bursting out in a huge smile, “Thanks, Darren! I feel so much better like this, you know? Kinda funny, I guess – big ol’ bear like me all dressed up in this little twink suit. But it just feels… really good!”

“Well I don’t think ‘big ol’ bear’ is the right way to describe you any more, buddy!” chuckled Darren, placing a meaty paw on his friend’s slim shoulders, “But I can definitely tell that you’re happy like this. I’ve never seen you out on the dancefloor as much as you have been tonight – and just about every guy here is checkin’ you out.”

“Aw, you know they don’t matter,” said Adam, “To them, I’m just a fresh piece of meat. But you know who I am on the inside. It really means a lot to me that you haven’t judged me for wanting to look like this.”

“As long as you’re happy,” said Darren, “And as long as you don’t stop being the guy that I’ve always really liked.”

“Promise I won’t!” said Adam, grabbing Darren by the hand, “Come on, let’s go dance! A little guy like me could really use a big, strong muscleguy like you to keep me company out there!”

Say Cheese!

“Say cheese!” said Steven, placing his arm around Brad’s shoulder and snapping a picture.

Brad tried to scream, tears welling up in his eyes as he struggled against the ropes that were tied tightly around his wrists and ankles.

“Aw, come on Bradley,” said Steven, “Why must you struggle every time we do this?”

He roughly ripped the duct tape off of Brad’s mouth, but left him tied up.

“You sick fuck!” screamed Brad, “You motherfucker!”

“Now, now, Bradley,” said Steven, calmly, “Just a few more seconds and the drug should start kicking in… You know, I’m very excited about using your body again this weekend. All that planning you’ve been doing with Andrew for your 1 year anniversary. You two are such a cute couple, you know. And when I’m in your body, I can really tell – just by the way that he looks at me – that he loves you. He really does. And what’s not to love? That handsome face, that beautiful, young body. I might just take it from you permanently one of these days.”

“Like hell you will!” Brad said, out of breath and starting to lose control to the drug, “Andrew will realize that it’s not really me!”

“Hmm,” said Steven, “He hasn’t yet. And we’ve been very intimate with each other.”

“Don’t you touch Andrew!” Brad roared, but his speech was beginning to slur, “Don’t you… fucking… touch him…”

“So cute when you’re all worked up,” smiled Steven, “Now then, I’m going to start getting ready to get inside of you.”

As Brad watched helplessly, Steven stripped off both of their clothes. He began to loosen the ropes, but Brad didn’t even put up a fight. He could only lay there as Steven laid him out on the bed, stretching his limbs out. Then Steven laid on top of him. This was the part that Brad hated the most – feeling Steven slide into his skin, violating him from the inside out.

Steven squirmed a bit, positioning himself just right inside of Brad’s body, feeling Brad’s young, warm flesh wrap around him. When he was all the way inside, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind connect with Brad’s so that he would have all of his memories and personality traits. It was this step that helped him pass off so seamlessly as whoever he appeared to be.

Then, with a smile, he sat himself up in the bed. He rubbed his ankles and wrists, where the ropes had been, and wiped the sweat and tears from Brad’s handsome face.

“Oh yeah,” said Steven, using Brad’s youthful voice, “It’s so nice to be back inside of ya, buddy. You’ve always been one of my favorites, and I’m gonna have one hell of a good time as you this weekend!”

Sunscreen

“Whoa,” said Grant, cocking his head as Dan smeared a heavy layer of cold lotion across his massive back, “Go easy, man. I know I burn easy, but damn. I don’t need that much sunscreen.”

“Sorry, dude,” said Dan, “Guess I put more on ya than I thought.”

“What is that stuff anyway?” grunted Grant, “Feels funny… Tingly.”

“It’s some… new stuff,” said Dan, “Thought you’d like to try it out.”

“Really feels… weird,” said Grant, twisting his torso to see what was going on behind him, “You sure this is – what the hell!?”

As Grant turned his head, he saw Dan massaging the lotion into his back – and then he suddenly thrust his arm in straight through the tight skin and thick layers of muscle. The odd thing about it was that Grant couldn’t feel a thing. His body felt numb all over and he was becoming lightheaded.

“What are you… doing…” he stammered, his mouth suddenly going dry.

“Sorry, buddy,” said Dan, now delving into Grant’s back with both hands, “I’m only gonna be inside of ya for the afternoon, I promise. Gotta meet up with this guy from Grindr. I been using your pics, and he’s expecting to see you.”

“Why…?” said Grant, now only only able to hold himself up because Dan had stepped more than halfway inside of him, taking control of his legs and powerful torso, “How…?”

“Ah, don’t you worry, buddy,” said Dan “I’ll treat your body just fine!”

Taking a deep breath, Dan pushed his face into the back of Grant’s head. He gasped, and Grant’s whole body shuddered, now completely under Dan’s control.

With a smirk on his handsome borrowed face, he raised a muscled arm up and smoothly removed Grant’s sunglasses. He looked down at his sexy chest, admiring the downward-facing nipples and the perfect coat of fur that dusted his pecs and abs.

“Now let’s show that little twink boy from Grindr the big muscle daddy he thinks he’s been talkin’ to!”

Blue Goo

“That stuff is cold, man,” said Omar, tensing up his muscles as Jaime spread the blue goo all over his body, “Feels funny.”

“Well we’re just doing your torso today,” said Jaime, skillfully applying the goo over the curves of Omar’s chest, “Maybe your hands and arms if you’ll let me. Legs tomorrow. And we’ll do your face last. That’s usually the toughest part.”

“Well, man,” said Omar, “It’s like I said. You can do it all, as long as I get paid for it all.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Jaime, “I already got your first paycheck signed and ready to give to you after we’re done here today. Getting to cast a body like yours – I’m not gonna mess around. You’ll get your money. It’s well worth it to me.”

“Yeah,” said Omar, nervously trying to make conversation, “So, um, how long – I mean after you’re done ‘casting’ – how long does it take to actually make the suit?”

“Couple of weeks,” Jaime said, gently turning Omar around and spreading the goo across his smooth back, “Depends. With you, I’m gonna take my time. Get all the details right. This cast is gonna make one hell of a suit. I can just tell.”

“Oh,” said Omar, blushing at the compliment, “So do you, uh, try them on before you sell them?”

“Each and every one of ‘em!” chuckled Jaime, “Just to ensure proper fit, of course. Then they’re shipped right out to the highest bidder.”

The thought of someone else walking around in a replica of his body, looking exactly like him, made Omar slightly uneasy. But if if it was like they said, and the right bidder bought the suit – he would be set for life. Or he could choose to rent out the suit, bringing in a huge paycheck every time somebody checked his body out for a fantasy weekend, or whatever they wanted.

“You doin’ OK, buddy?” Jaime asked, smoothing out the goo into an even layer, “Think we’re just about done here. Just gotta let it dry now. Then we’re gonna get this stuff off of you and start makin’ a suit!”

Check These Out

“Check these out,” I said, pulling open the front of my shirt and revealing a pair of solid, square pecs underneath, “Pretty awesome, huh?”

“Wow, Dude,” said my roommate, Chris, “Can I touch ‘em?”

“Yeah, man,” I said, letting him take a feel, “Go right ahead. They ain’t mine!”

“Well they are for the time being,” I joked with him, “Damn, where did you find him?”

“Well you know that girl Mandy?” I asked, “This guy is her boyfriend. Met him at a party last night.”

“Oh,” I frowned, “So you’ve been in him since last night then?”

“Yeah,” I said, “But I still got like 3 hours left before I gotta get out. That’s plenty of time for us to have a little bit of fun with him.”

“Let’s not waste any time then!” Chris said, “And you can start by getting the rest of those clothes off and showing me what you got!”

Bodybuilder Suit

Twisting and turning in front of the mirror, I watched as each of my massive muscles flexed flawlessly under my control. I tried several different poses, all the while eyeing the bodybuilding trophies lined up along the counter. With this body, I was sure to be collecting a few more of those.

Satisfied with my newest look, I pinched the skin of the suit to make sure it was snugly in place. As I pulled it away from my abs, it stretched just a bit, but then snapped firmly back into place. I gave my pecs a pump, and smirked in the mirror.

“Perfect,” I said, my voice heavy with some sort of Eastern European accent, “Just the body I was looking for…”

You Brought Justin

“Amy!” squealed Lisa, “You made it! And you… brought Justin…”

“Yep!” said Amy, tightly holding on to her boyfriend, “We’re both here!”

“Oh!” Lisa smiled politely, “I mean – yeah, of course! I just didn’t know if you both were still coming, or… Well, you know because of – well never mind! “

“We decided to stay together,” Amy said, cutting to the point, “We’ve done a lot of talking, and decided that we really want to work things out. Isn’t that right, babe?”

“Oh –” Justin said with an awkward smile, “Yeah, everything’s cool now.”

“Well I’m so happy for you two,” said Lisa, “And I’m glad you’re here – go on and grab some drinks, and there’s some food in the kitchen, too. Help yourselves!”

“OK,” said Amy into Justin’s ear, “This is going better than I thought it would. Do you think you can keep it up all night?”

“It’s up right now!” Justin joked, and Amy playfully slapped him on the shoulder, “What! I’m not used to having a dick, it’s like this thing has a mind of its own!”

“Well you might not be used to having a dick,” said Amy, “But Justin is, so you’ve just gotta do your best to keep acting like him and keep that thing under control! By the way – I love you for doing this, Katie. I could not have shown up to this party alone. Granted, it’s still awkward for me showing up with Justin – or you inside of Justin’s body – but who else could I trust to pull this off?”

“Well that’s what best friends are for,” said Katie, before slipping back into ‘Justin’ mode, “Now let’s go enjoy the party, babe.”

Ask No Questions

“God damn it, Combs!” said Coach Jennings, “Where in the hell have you been – and what the hell are you doing out of uniform?”

“Sorry, Coach,” said the college quarterback, Aaron Combs, as he brushed his tousled wavy hair away from his classically handsome face, inadvertently flexing one of his massive biceps in the process, “Lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time!” Coach Jennings said, furious, “Jesus, Aaron! We have practice at the same time every god damn day! What the hell’s going on with you, boy?!”

“Look, Coach,” Aaron said, “No offense or nothin’ but I don’t think I’m gonna be playing football no more. It’s not really my thing. And I’ve got much better uses planned for this body.”

“Not your thing…?” Coach Jennings said, “Not your thing? Aaron…”

“Listen, Coach,” Aaron said, suddenly becoming very uncharacteristically angry. He stood towering over his coach, “I’m not who I look like I am, and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t ask no questions. Got it.”

The coach saw a strange glint in Aaron’s eyes… something almost inhuman, although he couldn’t explain it. But the longer he stared into that cold gaze, the foggier things seemed to get.

“You will ask no questions…” a voice seemed to whisper in his head, “You will raise no suspicions that Aaron Combs is not anybody other than he says he is, no matter how strange his behavior may seem… You will ask no questions…”

“I will ask no questions…” the coach mumbled in a monotone.

“Good human,” said Aaron, his voice taking on a strange alien pitch for a split second before bumping the coach out of his way with his massive chest.

Coach Jennings stood dazed in the field as he watched his former student turn his back on him.

“I will ask no questions…” he repeated to himself, “I will ask no questions…”