Grandpa Jack

 
“Grandpa Jack!” said Lizzie, walking into the living room and seeing what appeared to be her older brother, Jason, sitting on the couch smoking a cigar and holding a glass of whiskey, “I knew it was you in there!”

“Ah, you caught me, kid!” said Grandpa Jack, “I had a feeling you were onto me. But, hey, why don’t we just keep this between us?”

“So, does that mean Jason’s in your body now?” asked Lizzie.

“Sure does,” said Grandpa Jack, “Don’t imagine he’s enjoying it too much either. It’s no fun being old, kid.”

“Are you ever going to change back?” asked Lizzie.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” said Grandpa Jack, “I kind of like being a kid again, even if I have to sneak away every now and again to enjoy some whiskey and a cigar.”

“Okay,” said Lizzie, “I won’t tell anybody. But, I was wondering if you could help me with something…”

“What is it, sweetheart?” asked Grandpa Jack.

“Well I’m kind of tired of being a little kid, Grandpa Jack. I wanna be a grownup. Since you switched bodies with Jason, do you think you could make me and Mom switch bodies too?”

“I’ll think about it, pumpkin,” chuckled Grandpa Jack.

“Thanks, Grandpa Jack!” smiled Lizzie, “Uh – I mean, Jason.”

“You’re welcome,” said Grandpa Jack, taking one last puff of his cigar and slipping back into the personality of Jason before his parents came home, “And remember, Lizzie, this is just between you and me!”

Hologram Suit Fail

Oh, shit! Now I know why this damn hologram suit was so cheap. Yeah, sure, it did the job of making me look like a college fratboy so I could get into this party, but now that I look at all of the pictures I’ve taken, I’m just showing up as a guy in a green hologram suit!

How embarrassing! I’ve gotta get out of here. At least my face is still covered in the pictures. Imagine what all these guys would think if they knew one of their own professors was trying to masquerade as a fratboy and sneak into their party. One thing’s for sure, I won’t be wearing this suit out again any time soon – and next time I buy one, I’m going to make sure it shows up in photos!

You’re Wearing That?

 
“Hey –” I said, as I ran into my roommate, Sam, on my way up the stairs, “Where are you headed out to?”

“Oh,” Sam said, “I was just going to go grab a drink or two, see if I can find any fun.”

“And you’re wearing that?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he said, “Is that cool?”

“I guess so,” I said, “I was kind of going to wear that tonight, but it’s fine.”

“You sure?” he said, “I can run back up to the apartment really quick and change if you want.”

“Nah,” I said with a smile, “You look good, man. Just like a cute little muscle Asian. You’re gonna find plenty of fun – I know I sure as hell did the last time I wore him! Anyway, what bar are you going to? Maybe I’ll run upstairs, slip on a suit myself, and join you in a bit.”

“Awesome!” he said, flashing me a peace sign, “Think I’m just going to the one down the street. You should put on the ‘Jamal’ suit. I’d love to see you in that big, black muscle body tonight!”

“Sounds good, bud!” I said, “I’ll meet you down there in a few!”

No Way!

“Oh, no way!” said Anthony, “That’s you inside of there? No way! Wow, I saw you watching me my whole workout, but I had no idea! Oh my gosh, that is seriously hot! Look at all that hair on your chest – and those muscles! And the shaved head, the beard... Man! What an awesome suit!”

“I thought you’d like it!” smiled Jonathan, “That’s a pretty cute one you’re wearing yourself…”

“Nah, this is just one I throw on to go out to the gym sometimes. But yours, dude, is seriously hot. Do you wanna go back to my place? I could maybe put on one of my musclebear suits and we could play around for a bit. I’ve got some hot leather that we could try on, too. Bet you would look awesome in this harness I just bought!”

“Sounds good to me, stud,” said Jonathan, “Do you want to go hit the showers first? I bet that body you’re wearing right now is a great little dick sucker.”

“Dude, I give great head in this body!” said Anthony, “Lead the way, I can’t wait to show you!”

Or Else What?

“Oh yeah!” said Michael, striking a pose, “Who’s the big brother with the big muscles now, huh!?”

“Mikey, stop it!” whined Matthew, his voice sounding much more childish than he had intended it to, “Please? Give me my body back or else – or else –”

“Or else what, little guy?” Michael chuckled, “You’ll tell Mom and Dad? Don’t you think they’ve gotten a little tired of your ‘fantasy’ about us swapping bodies all the time? They haven’t believed you once, bro. They think you’re just a little kid with an over-active imagination.”

Matthew sat down, defeated. He knew that Michael had a point. Nobody would believe him. He had to do exactly what Michael said and just pretend to be his little brother again until whenever Michael decided to swap back.

“That’s what I thought,” said Michael with a sneer, “Now why don’t you go up to my room and watch cartoons or somethin’. And when Mom and Dad get home, tell ‘em I probably won’t be home until late tonight. I don’t think they’ll mind since I’m the big kid now!”

Son’s Life

There was a knock at the door, I opened it and say Alex my sons boyfriend standing there. A fit strong guy with muscles desperately trying to escape the confines of the mesh shirt he was wearing.

 

“Hi Mr. Richards, is Kurt around I was meant to meet him – we were going out for the rest of the day.” He looked me up and down and bit his lip – I tried to act cool.

“I don’t think he’s up yet, he came in late last night…”

“Yeah, sorry about that I kept him out late again” replied Alex

“I’ll go and get him, you can wait in the kitchen if you like…” Alex walked in and headed for the Kitchen.

I wandered off to Kurt’s bedroom and tapped on the door - “Kurt, are you awake?” I waited for a while and then went in, closing the door behind me.

The room was bright, I saw Kurt on the bed laying quietly; his eyes were open but he was starting into space. I walked over and rubbed his head, stroking his cheek – he didn’t move.

   

Quickly taking off my clothes I stuffed them under the bed, suddenly I heard Alex knocking on the door… “Kurt, Kurt.. are you there?”

I knew I had to be quick, sitting on the bed I lifted Kurt onto my lap. Holding his shoulders I looked at the short black curly hair on the back of Kurt’s head, Alex tapped on the door again.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my head into the back of his, I suddenly felt a rush as all of my son’s memories became available.

Blinking a couple of times my new eyes became used to the light, I tried to speak, but only a gargle rasp came out. I push in a little further and my neck and throat passed into Kurt’s, I felt a tingle as my larynx took control of my sons.

“Yeah Alex, get me a beer – I see you in the kitchen in 5”, “OK man, but be quick..” came the reply from outside.

Gently I pulled my head out of Kurt’s, his eyes rolled up and he gasped a bit. Still unconscious his head flopped back onto my shoulder.

Stripping him of his vest and underwear I lifted his smaller frame and walked him over to the wall. He was almost a foot shorter than me, but I always enjoyed the rush of forcing my larger frame inside Kurt’s.

I pushed, twisted, squeezed myself in – becoming in every way my son. Kurt’s eyes rolled forward and I blinked a couple of times.

Stretching and flexing I once again familiarised myself with Kurt’s body. Quickly I pulled on the black vest and underwear, searching through his clothes I pulled on a shirt and some shorts.

Looking in the mirror, I quickly fixed Kurt’s hair and flashed a cute sideways smile at myself.

Leaving the room, I went to the kitchen to find Alex…

Kane

“You did a great job tonight, Kane,” I said to my reflection, “They loved ya, just like always.”

I struck a pose in the mirror that showed off my abs and my tattoos. I gave myself a sultry, masculine look, brushed my wavy blond hair out of my face, and snapped one more pic for the night.

Putting the phone down, I looked at the pile of dollar bills that I had dumped out on the dresser when I got home. It really had been a good night. The music was right, the guys were loving my moves. Or, Kane’s moves, I guess. I could never tell if the suit itself somehow made me a better dancer, or whether it was the fact that I felt so confident and uninhibited while I was wearing it.

Sighing, I reached behind my head and felt for the seam. I started tearing the facemask away from my own face, and then carefully rolled the rest of the heavy suit down my body. I was drenched inside, as always. I took a quick look at my real reflection. Nothing spectacular. Just your average guy. I wished, like I did every night, that I could just stay Kane all the time. Maybe one day I would figure out how to do it.

I picked the suit up off of the ground and shook it out. I’d need to wash it out tomorrow, but for tonight it would be fine to just hang it and let it air out a bit.

“See ya tomorrow night,” I said to the Kane suit as I hung it up in my closet and closed the door, “And you know I can’t wait!”

Total Bear

 
“Well, well, well,” said Bruce, lifting up Charlie’s shirt, “Looks like our little twink here isn’t such a little twink any more. Look at all that fur, man. You must be just about done, huh?”

“I’ve got two more pills to take,” Charlie said proudly as he took a big chug of beer, “Hopin’ they give me a little bit more fur, and some more muscle would be nice.”

“More fur and muscle, huh?” chuckled Bruce, “You really are startin’ to sound like a bear now. Just think, man, you used to be one of them girly guys with a smooth little skinny spray-tanned chest. Now you’re lookin’ like a total bear! Nice chest, shaved head, nice, thick goatee, showin’ up at the bar in jeans and a t-shirt…”

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “It’s pretty damn nice not having to waste money on hair products and body lotions and all that name-brand trendy Abercrombie shit now. And the goatee just kind of grew in by itself. I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Kinda completes the look, I think.”

“Well I think by the time you finish them other two pills, you’re gonna be one hell of a specimen,” said Bruce, “And I can already tell you’re happy with how things are turning out so far. You’re gonna have all kinds of guys all over ya – bears and twinks alike. ‘Course, we know you’ll be stickin’ with the bears from here on out, right?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Charlie grunted, lifting his glass, “Bears from here on out. Now that’s somethin’ I’ll drink to!”

London Pickup

Damn, I’m so glad I found Jas. When I’m on holiday I always try to take a local guy, it saves getting a hotel and stuff.

I’d been following him for a while, he was the best I’d seen all day and it was getting late so I had to make my move soon.

He darted down a back street, I checked around – quiet and few windows above us. I ran up and launched myself at him, with a single blow he was laying on the floor unconscious. I rolled him onto his back and checked for any damage.

Looking around I saw a dumpster, grabbing his wrists I pulled the heavyweight behind the dumpster and out of sight.

Pulling off the t-shirt and jeans, I stripped him to the skin, and then removed my own clothes dropping them into the waste.

Rolling him onto his front I smiled again at his bulk, thick and heavy – but natural. I squatted down and spread his cheeks before slipping myself into him. I laid on his back aligning myself on his back. Working my hips I push in deeper, finally I felt his firm muscular body give way beneath me; I was inside!

I smelt the odour of a dirty street and rolled onto my back and used my new hands to explore my new body; shaved head, heavy pecs, six pack and thick dick. I quickly got up and pulled on my new jeans and trainers.

Memories were coming though, my name as Jas, a Sikh in London!

I stretched, rolling my shoulders and expanding my lats and then pushing my shoulders back i took a deep breath feeling my chest double in size. Flexing my arms, I tested the power of my new arms – amazing!

I slipped on the tight t-shirt and adopted Jas’s confident stride as I left the back street. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped into Jas’s persona completely, bending and using his natural confidence for my own purposes.

By the end of the night I’d got five numbers and fucked two girls and a guy.

Take for a change

 

I dried my face looking at my reflection, its not often I get the chance now days. Smiling I checked out my pecs and impressive torso “Still haven’t lost it..” i commented to myself.

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at Ryan sitting in the chair. I loved everything about him, perfect body, angelic face that girls (and guys) always fell for.

I walked over and looked into the smiling face of Ryan, sitting on his lap, i touched and felt his abs. My hands traced his ripples up to his pecs, I squeezed the firm warm flesh.

Looking into his eyes I smiled as I rested my hands on his thick shoulders and leaned forward into a kiss. Our lips touched moist; I kissed and his lips parted as my tongue slipped into his mouth and tentatively explored his mouth.

I leaned back smiled, “you know Ryan – you are perfect in so many ways and you’re all mine.” I stood up and sat back on Ryan’s lap, leaning back I touched Ryan’s cheek, “ready babe?”

Taking a deep breath, I started to wriggle and gyrate on Ryan’s lap “you enjoying that?” I leaned back feeling his pecs on my back.

Groaning in pleasure I push back, feeling Ryan’s warmth wrap around me – I sunk down deeper and coughed this time with Ryan’s voice.

Getting out of the chair I stretched and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom “Damn! Ryan I love you…”

Looking good…

I’m really impressed with these new suits Adam, its amazing what they can do now.

I remember only a couple of years ago you either had to get yourself a suit bigger than your real size or diet like hell to fit inside a slim-skin.

With these new suits it doesn’t really matter what size you are just pull open the mouth and climb in! Sure the suit will be huge as you were a couple of hours ago but as you can see from these measurements you’re back to Kane's natural size.

Now get Kane’s clothes on and get out there, I smacked Adam’s new butt as he turned to get dressed.

Don’t worry about the real Kane, I’ll make sure he’s kept busy.

Can I Buy You a Drink?

“Can I buy you a drink?” asked this ridiculously hunky guy as I stood at the hotel bar waiting for my friend. His arms and pecs bulged out of his tight v-neck and he flashed me a sexy, confident smile. God, I hoped I wasn’t blushing.

“Um –” I stammered out, “I was, um, just waiting for my friend – he’s supposed to meet me down here.”

“Oh, ok,” he said coolly, turning his back to me.

“Um, wait –” I said, hesitating, “I’m David… I guess I could grab just one drink while I’m waiting.”

“Oh, I’ve got something you could grab!” he said with a wink and that irresistible smile.

I nearly melted as he extended his hand and gave me a firm, lingering handshake. I was sure I was sweating buckets.

“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked, “Wait – let me guess, gin and tonic?”

“Yeah…” I said, “How did you know?”

“Because that’s what you order every time we go out for drinks,” he said with a grin.

“What –?” I said, “I’m sorry… I feel really stupid, have we met before?”

“Um, yeah, you could say that!” he chuckled, “Dave! It’s me, man! CJ! I’m inside of here!”

“Oh… ok,” I said, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid, “I get it. CJ put you up to this whole thing. Yeah, I didn’t figure a guy like you would just come up to me and offer to buy me a drink like that.”

“No, man!” he said, “That’s not it. You don’t get it. I am CJ! Come on, I’ll prove it to you!”

“OK…” I said, nervously, “Look, man, I think I should go. I don’t really know what’s going on here.”

“Just come with me,” he said with a sincere smile as he took my hand, “Just up to my room.”

Despite all better judgment telling me not to go up to some random guy’s hotel room, I felt like I somehow trusted this guy. I followed him through the lobby, up the elevator and into his room, not saying a word the entire time. I wondered what people thought, seeing a completely average guy like me headed back up to this stud’s room.

When we got there, he could hardly contain himself.

“OK,” he said, “Don’t freak out! Actually, maybe you should sit down for this.”

I took a seat at the edge of his bed, my heart racing. He stood in front of me and unexpectedly pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfectly-sculpted torso, filled in with thick muscle. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide down his muscular legs – followed by the tight pair of boxer briefs that he had been wearing. He was now completely naked, standing in front of me with his 8.5 inch dick practically in my face. What was I getting myself into?

“It’s cool, huh?” he smiled, gesturing at the stiffening monster between his legs. He grabbed it and let it slap up against his abs, “OK, now really. You have to promise not to freak out.”

As he said that, he placed a finger into each side of his mouth and began stretching. As his mouth stretched far beyond the normal limits, he was able to use his entire hand to start peeling his face up and over his head. I couldn’t explain what I was seeing, but with a moan and a gasp for air, my best friend CJ’s face was revealed underneath. He was sweaty, his hair matted down to his head.

“CJ…?” I said, stunned, “What –?”

He just grinned but I could not get over the fact that I was seeing my best friend’s head on top of this hunk’s body. The hunk’s face was now wrapped around CJ’s neck, just waiting to be pulled back up to complete the illusion.

“I told you it was me inside of here,” he said, after giving me a few moments to take it all in, “Yeah, trust me, I thought it was pretty freaky too. It looks completely real, huh?”

“Yeah…” I said, not really sure what else to say, “Wow.”

“You’re too funny, dude!” CJ said, “You should see the look on your face!”

“I don’t know what to say!” I said, honestly.

“Say you’ll put on the other costume I brought with me,” CJ said with a smile.

“The other costume?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said, “You don’t think I’d get myself an awesome costume that makes me look like a total stud, and not get one for my best friend too, do you?!”

“No way…” I said as he unzipped a suitcase and dragged out a second costume. A blond guy from what I could tell, with tan skin. CJ knew that I had a thing for blond, surfer-looking kind of guys.

“You wanna put it on?” he said, holding it in front of me, “It’s easy, I’ll help!”

I got undressed and CJ helped me into the costume, stretching it out and pulling it up my legs and torso, making sure everything was perfectly in place. It felt like a second skin going on, just slick enough on the inside to allow it to slide up my body.

“Wow…” CJ said, “I actually haven’t seen anybody in it yet. I wanted to try it on so bad, but I wanted you to be the first one to wear it. You ready for the face now?”

“OK,” I said, and CJ pulled the facemask over my head.

There was a moment of darkness, a quick moment of panic where I felt that I couldn’t breathe, and everything seemed to be constricting around me. But then I opened my eyes and took in a breath of air. The costume didn’t feel like a second skin any more. It felt like my skin. And looking down at my tanned, ripped body, it looked like my body, not some costume.

“Go on, take a look at yourself!” CJ said with a huge smile.

I rushed into the bathroom and leaned up against the counter.

“Oh my god…” I said, running a hand through my new wavy blond hair, “Is that me?”

I tightened my abs and raised up an arm to flex a bicep. I flashed myself a smile. I was gorgeous.

“That’s you!” said CJ, coming around the corner. He had just finished pulling the hunk’s face back on and was pressing it into place, “Wow. It looks awesome on you, bud! Do you like it?”

“Oh, CJ!” I said, “I don’t know how I can repay you!”

“I’ve got some ideas,” he smirked, coming up behind me and pressing his rock-hard dick against my new smooth, toned ass.

I’d always really liked CJ as a friend, but now that we both had these irresistible bodies, we were both feeling other things. Standing in the mirror, I was unable to keep my hands off of the defined muscles I now possessed, and I was falling instantly in love with the beautiful face that was now mine.

“That is, if you can tear yourself away from that mirror, pretty boy,” he joked.

He smacked my ass and left the bathroom, laying himself out on the bed. He began playing with himself, feeling up his own muscles.

“I guess I’ll have plenty of time to check myself out!” I said, giving myself one more flex and a charming smile before flipping off the lights and joining him in bed, “Looks like you’ve got other things you’d like me to take care of for the time being!”