See Anything Back There?

“See anything back there, Officer?” asked Chief Polanski, “You were sure back there a long time.”

“Not a thing, Chief,” Officer Jameson reported back, “With all due respect, sir, I don’t think we’re going to catch this guy.”

“Not today, anyhow,” said Chief Polanski, wiping the sweat from his brow, “God damn it. We’ve searched these woods high and low. Don’t know where the fucker got off to.”

“This guy has a history of slipping off the radar,” said Officer Jameson, “Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a lot closer to us than we think he is.”

“Well we’ll find him, son,” said Chief Polanski, placing a firm hand on his officer’s shoulder, “I’m going to start rounding up the troops.”

“Sure thing, Chief,” said Officer Jameson, in just the way that you would expect an officer to speak to his chief.

“Fuck, that was almost too easy,” he smiled to himself as the chief walked away, “Good ol’ Chief Polanski couldn’t even get his guy when he was standing right in front of him! Granted, who’s gonna suspect Mr. clean-cut Officer Jameson here? Guy’s got a perfect record, and he’s in good with the Chief. Damn, I was lucky that he came back lookin’ for me. Couldn’t have asked for a better hiding place than his body. Think I might lay low as him for a while, as a matter of fact. Enjoy the good life for a bit. Why not? His wife is hot as fuck, he’s got a good, steady income, nice house in the ‘burbs. Don’t know what I’ll do about his two little brats, though. Guess I’ll have to get used to being called ‘Daddy’ for a bit. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Jameson!” Chief Polanski called over the radio, “You comin’?”

“Yes, sir!” he grinned, “Be right there, sir!”

Can’t Thank You Enough

“OK, yeah – just like that!” said Charlie as I held the pose and he snapped the picture, “Wow! Cool, man!”

“Let me see it!” I said, jumping off of the couch, “Ha! Why didn’t you tell me my belly was hanging out? God, I guess I’m going to have to get used to that now!”

“Yeah you are, big guy!” Chris chuckled, giving my belly a little pat,“Looks good though. It’s a very cute little belly, perfect amount of hair. JC is going to love it! You sure you’re ok with all of this, though? I can change you back if you want.”

“I love it!” I said, “I mean, I guess it’s not as bad as I thought. It’s kind of fun actually. I can feel my whole body jiggling every time I move, and it’ll be kind of nice not having to worry about what I eat all the time. And plus, I think I’m still kinda cute – I mean I’m definitely not the little twink that I used to be, but I think you’re right. JC is really going to love this.”

“Well, you know what I told you,” said Chris, “I know that he’s always liked you, but just physically you weren’t his type. This body is going to drive him absolutely wild.”

“I really hope so!” I smiled, looking down at my new, rounder body and running a paw through my goatee, “Man, I can’t thank you enough!”

Kind Of Like Being Like This

 
“Babe?” Charlie asked as he watched his boyfriend take another deep drag of the cigarette and blow out a thick puff of smoke, “You sure you’re all right?”

“The fuck you mean, am I all right?” growled Jared, “Fuck. I’m fine, ok? I’m fuckin’ great, as a matter of fuckin’ fact.”

“OK…” said Charlie, “It’s just, I can’t tell if you’re still playing or not. I mean, you know I think it’s so hot seeing you act like this, but I just need to know that it’s still you inside of there…”

“So, what?” said Jared, “Last night you couldn’t get enough of me like this, wanted me to call you every fuckin’ dirty name in the book, wanted to feel up all of my muscles, check out my tattoos, fuck you like the little pussy boy that you are – and now this morning you ain’t into it any more? What the fuck, bud? Maybe you can’t fuckin’ handle a guy like this. Is that it?”

“What? Jared… really?” said Charlie, “Look, maybe we should get you out of that suit. That guy who rented it to me did say that you shouldn’t wear it overnight, and now I think I’m starting to see why.”

“Yeah, OK,” chuckled Jared, “I’ll just take off this suit and go back to being some lame, scrawny-ass little sissy gayboy again. Fuck no, man! I kind of like being like this, if you couldn’t fucking tell, and I’ll take off this suit when and if I want to. Now you’ve got two choices the way I see it. You can stay with me and get with the fuckin’ program, or you can leave and let me go do my own thing. I don’t really fuckin’ care either way.”

“Jared!” said Charlie, “Please! Just – take off the suit!”

“Not a chance, bud,” said Jared, putting out his cigarette and lumbering around the hotel room, gathering his things and trying to put together some semblance of an outfit that would fit his new body, “Hey, do me a favor and pack up the rest of my shit, will ya? I’ll come by the apartment later and pick it up.”

You Know You Want It

“Come on, you know you want it,” Jake smirked, lifting up his ass in the air.

“Yeah…” Andy stuttered, “But it’s just – it doesn’t seem right.”

“What’s not right about it?” Jake asked, his crystal clear blue eyes sparkling, “You’ve wanted to play around with Adam Masterson for as long as we can both remember, and now I’m giving you the opportunity.”

“But that’s the thing,” Andy said, “You look like Adam – I mean exactly like him – but I know that it’s you inside of there, Jake!”

“So forget that it’s me,” smiled Jake, flipping around onto his back and idly checking out his borrowed muscles, “Let me be Adam Masterson for you. I have access to all of his memories, his personality. I can be as much Adam Masterson as you want me to be.”

“But…” said Andy, “I don’t think Adam would want you using his body that way…”

“I don’t really think he has much say in the matter!” Jake chuckled, “Now get over here and show me everything you always wanted to do to me, stud.”

Nervously, Andy approached the bed where Jake laid spread out in Adam’s handsome body.

“Go on,” Jake urged, “Do whatever you want…”

Andy reached out a hand and tentatively felt the muscles of Adam’s body. Under Jake’s control, they flexed as Andy’s hand passed lightly over them.

“Oh my god, Jake,” Andy said, “I never thought I would get to do this…”

“Well you’re going to get a whole hell of a lot more than that!” Jake smiled, “Oh – and why don’t you call me Adam for the rest of the afternoon…?”

Home Alone

Dad left me at home again. In his body. I’m starting to get tired of this. Any time he needs a “break,” as he calls it, he makes me swap bodies with him so that he can go out and enjoy being a kid again. He hangs out with all my friends and goes and does all of the things that I like to do like hanging out at the mall and skating at the park, and I just have to stay at home and wait for him to swap us back.

Wait a minute… if he’s out having fun in my body, why can’t I have fun in his? I mean, it is kind of cool being a grown up, I guess. I have a beard and a hairy chest and everything! I bet I could really freak out some of my friends pretending to be my dad! And since I look like an adult, I bet I can totally get away with doing adult things now. Like, what if I went to go buy some beer? Bet nobody would think I was just a kid! I bet I could even wear some of my dad’s clothes and drive his car to the store. How hard can it be? I just have to make sure I’m back home before Dad gets here to swap us back, and he’ll never have any idea… I’ll just tell him I sat around the house and watched TV like he told me to. Oh man, this could totally rock!

Eduardo

“Damn, Joshua, those lips feel perfect,” I said, wrapping my arm around Joshua’s neck and going in for another kiss, “So big and juicy!”

“I’m glad you like them,” Joshua said, his voice coming out in a hispanic accent that was unfamiliar to him, “I’m glad that you like me better like this.”

“Oh, Joshua,” I said to him, “It’s not that I didn’t like you before. I always thought you were a real cool dude, but I’m just not attracted to white guys. Now that you’ve got Eduardo’s sexy latino body, though, it’s like you’re the perfect package!”

“I think I can get used to it,” Joshua said, “I just don’t know how Eduardo is going to do now that he’s in my body.”

“Naw, don’t worry about him, babe,” I said, “Let’s just worry about us from here on out. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being Eddie. Me and him go way back, although he sure as hell wouldn’t have ever kissed me like you just did!”

“Well,” Joshua smiled, “I get the feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of things that the real Eduardo never did, and I am more than ready for it!”

I Look Hot

“Damn,” I said, turning the camera around and looking at the picture I had just snapped, “I look fuckin’ hot.”

“Um, what?” said Jenna.

“Oh –” I stumbled, “I mean, uh – we look fuckin’ hot.”

“OK…” said Jenna, “You know, what is up with you today? It’s like all day long you’ve just been totally into yourself. You’ve been completely ignoring me, you keep taking pictures of yourself and checking yourself out. I mean, damn Jerry! Maybe you should have just come to the beach by yourself today if that’s what you wanted!”

“Yeah, babe,” I said, looking down at my smooth pecs and dusting off some sand,“You know what, I’ve been thinking about that and I really don’t think I’m into you any more.”

Jenna looked stunned.

“OK, asshole,” she said, “Fine! Take me home then. I thought you were different when I first met you, you know that Jerry? Yeah, you’re fuckin’ hot but you didn’t act like it! You were a real sweet guy, and that’s what I liked about you. Now, for some reason the past couple of days you’ve been walking around like you’re God’s gift to women or some shit! It’s like you’re a completely different person!”

I only grinned as I thought about the fact that up until a few days ago I had been a scrawny nerd who had always envied Jerry’s hot body. Now that we’d swapped, it was all mine.

“Oh, babe,” I smiled to myself, as I gathered up our beach blanket and headed towards the car, “If you only knew…”

The Swap Club

Peter took the obligatory mirror-phone pic, and uploaded it to the site.  He’d stumbled across the “Swap Club” website online, and immediately decided to join, even though it’d taken all night to fill out the registration forms.

The rules stated that, once you joined, you agreed that your body and identity become property of the Swap Club, and available for use by any member, according to a monthly lottery and ranking system.  Every month, all "”waitlisted” members are entered into a random lottery, and the winner gets first pick of any new bodies that have joined the pool that month.  If they wanted to, they could defer their first place pick to the next month, and the next, until a body enters the group pool that they want.   The lottery then determines who gets 2nd pick of whats left, 3rd pick, etc.  If you tired of the body that you select through the system, you can re-enter that body into the pool, and wait again in the lottery system.  The only downside was, you could be “downloaded,” without a body, for months or years after you gave your original meat frame to the pool, and until you made your next selection.

Some guys, no matter what their lottery position, swapped into the first available new body, young or old, hot or ugly.  It was the swap itself that was erotic for them.

Others banked their 1st place picks for years, waiting for that perfect young stud that they always longed to become.

Peter realized that, by entering his current college body into the pool, he would probably forever lose his looks and identity to someone who bid on them.  But that was okay… he wanted to be someone else…

Sure enough, within 5 minutes of joining the Swap Club, Peter’s body was bid and taken, and the old Peter found himself aware, but without a physical form, scanning a list of possible other meat to inhabit, other members who had joined and given up who they were…

And the club wasn’t that large, and Peter realized he’d be waiting a long time for the type of guy he wanted to become.  He wondered what the dude who just took over his old life would now do with it.

Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 3

Victor flipped open Marty’s laptop – now his – and sprawled on his new bed, careful to keep his sneaks hanging off the side, which wasn’t hard, with how tall he was.  He quickly logged in and created a manhunt account for his new self, but realized he needed a pic.

Tilting the laptop at an angle to catch his chest and cock, he used the built-in cam in his computer to take a series of new pics.  Victor had lurked for years on every major gay hookup site, using other hot stud’s pics and pretending that they were his own.  It was a disorienting flash of hot lust to be taking “real” pics of his own new flesh.  He was fuckin hot for real now, and whoever hooked up with him was going to get a treat!

Within 20 minutes of putting his profile up, he was getting hits.  One was from a guy who said he was a 32-year-old bi married construction worker; he only lived a few miles away.

So long as he wasn’t ugly, Victor didn’t care.  He wanted dick like he was never able to get before.  And he felt bold and reckless and sexy, now that he was Marty.

“Can’t host,” he typed.  “R u a bottom?” the guy asked.  Victor shrugged.  “Yeah,” he replied.  Might as well go all the way.  “Come to my place, let yourself in through the side door,” construction dude wrote, and gave a street addy.

Victor logged off, and considered what to wear.  He pawed through his new drawers, and found an off-white jock strap, which he sniffed and then slipped on over his new dick like a glove.  Next, came a pair of A&F khaki cargo shorts, and a random tight white T-shirt with a bald eagle on it, scooped off the floor.  They all smelled different than he was used to, and he realized it was his own new scent, especially when laundry sat in the hamper or on the bedroom floor for a week.  He kept his sneaks on, no socks, and found a shell surfer necklace on top of the dresser, which he snapped on. 

His reflection in the closet door mirror was like from an MTV spring break episode, and his Marty-cock started tenting in his jock.  Fuck.

15 minutes and a quick car ride later, Victor found himself walking into another house in the subdivision next door, a place with the A/C cranked up, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

A tall, hairy, muscled middle-aged man, lounging in nothing but tightie whitie Calvin Klein underwear, lay out on an old orange couch in the living room, watching him come in, and seeming nervous and amped up with energy.  He had tribal tattoos lacing his entire left and right upper arms, and other tat’s across his body.  Marine buzzcut brown hair, with a few streak of white, framed a square jaw.  Dark brown eyes followed Victor’s every move.

“Goddamn, dude,” the tattoo guy smiled, “you are fine as hell!  You legal?”

Victor cleared his throat nervously.  “Of course man, college kid here,” he lied.

“What’s your name?”

“Vi – Marty.  I’m Marty.  You?”

“Wes.  Hey, let’s not waste any time man, I need to get off and get back to work in an hour.  Want to head to the bedroom?”

Victor swallowed hard, his hot new teenage body throbbing in anticipation.  The old Victor would’ve never been able to do so.  But the new Marty could, and was about it.   “Yeah.”

As soon as the two crossed into the bedroom, Wes grabbed Victor, and pulled his face towards his.   Wes’s tongue went into Victor’s mouth, the older man’s stubble scratching his face.  With abrupt roughness, construction guy’s hand slid down under Victor’s cargo shorts and jock, and grabbed his new tool hard.

Victor had never kissed a man before, and he had definitely never had his dick touched by another guy before.   Both sensations were electric.

“Yeah, you’re a nice piece of ass, boy,” Wes growled, taking off his shoes, tearing off Victor’s T-shirt, and sliding his shorts down off his legs.  “The jock stays on for now,” Wes added, and then tossed Victor onto his back, on the bed.  “You like it rough?”

Victor nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Good.”  The older man yanked his underwear off his expanding dick, a short, beer-barrel thick dark appendage sprouting from a hairy crotch.  “Open up, kid.”

Victor opened his mouth, and suddenly the man’s thick cock was filling it, choking him.  He gagged for a moment, but Wes wasn’t gentle, and slammed his member all the way to the back of his throat, and began rocking in and out, face fucking him.  Victor could taste the man’s salty pre-cum dribbling onto his tongue and teeth.

Victor’s own hard-on raged even bigger, knowing that this guy – probably married (he had a ring) – was getting sucked by a hot teenage stud; Marty’s body was about to be ravaged by a middle aged homo, and Victor was the one making it happen, and enjoying the ride.  Not a bad way for Victor to lose his own virginity, and to start Marty’s whoring around.

“Yeah, ready to take it for real, kid?”  Wes panted, sweat streaming down his hairy chest, and glistening on his tattoos.

“Yeah!” Victor panted, still tasting the man’s cock in his mouth from before. 

Wes then flipped Victor over the side of the bed, and Victor saw him take a tube of something out of the bedside drawer.  Wes also flipped Victor a condom in a package, and told him to open it.

Victor thought for a moment, and then decided to go for broke.  “Why bother, stud?  Just go right in.”

Wes paused, and then grinned.  “Abso-fucking-lutely, kid.”   He quickly lubed up his tool, and pressed it against Victor/Marty’s virgin hole.

In a stab of pain that made Victor cry out, Wes drove his thick bare cock into Marty’s tight, smooth jock ass, and made it his own.  Which each new thrust into him, Victor reminded himself that it was Marty’s body getting fucked, not his.  The kid was too good-looking for his own good anyway – a guy like Marty deserved to take some random dude’s dick up his ass.  All the jocks at school did.  Getting fucked was dirty, it was humiliating, it was painful… and it was also becoming more and more pleasurable.  FUCK Marty and his stud body Victor thought.  FUCK me in Marty’s stud body.  And, aloud, “Fuck me harder!  HARDER!”

Suddenly, Victor felt a flood of hot jizz fill his ass, as Wes shot his load inside, groaning and jackhammering his dick into him with a final frenzy. 

Victor’s own boy cock exploded itself, soaking the bedcover in Marty’s cum.

The guy then rolled off him, and went to piss.  The encounter was over.

As Victor left, pulling a stray pube from his teeth, and leaking cum from his newly pounded ass, he wondered how many guys he could get fucked by as Marty, in say, the next 48 hours?  And what else should he try? (to be continued)

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)