“Workout Buddy” by Nemo

 
Brock had just finished his gym routine and was starting to cool down, his body was glistened with sweat and all his muscles were pumped. The gym was nearly deserted, the only other occupant, only Brock's buddy Marshall who was still finishing his last set of reps. Brock was taking a long drink from his water bottle, when he became aware that someone else had approached him. He looked around and saw Neil, a slim guy who hung around the gym a lot, but never seemed to put on any muscle.

"Excuse me" Neil asked Brock, "but I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's up little dude?" asked Brock

"Well it's just I've been watching you use the weights and you're obviously such a pro. So I was thinking..." Neil stepped in closer to Brock and lowered his voice "I was thinking," he continued "that must mean the suit serum worked exactly as we planned."

Brock looked at Neil with a blank expression for a few heart-beats, long enough for Neil to start to worry, before a huge grin broke out on his face "It's amazing!" he said in a hushed but excited voice "Not only does the suit give me the same strength as Brock's body, but I've got access to all his memories as well. I can do his full routine without skipping a beat. And it's not just that, I can walk like him, talk like him, no-one suspects a thing."

"Oh Mike, baby!" sighed Neil, "I can't wait to get my hands all over your new body" and he reached out and touched Brock gently on one forearm.

"Hey Faggot!" A shout rang out from across the gym. "Get your hands off my buddy" continued Marshall, as he walked over to the pair. "Is this fairy bothering you?" Marshall asked Brock, moving towards Neil.

Brock put a hand out and stopped Marshall "Relax dude, he's just after some work out tips."

"It's more than that." said Marshall "He and his faggy little pal Mike have been staring at you the last few weeks." Marshall turned round to face Neil "That's right faggot, I know all about your little boy crush on my buddy."

Brock shook his head gently "Marshall, dude, you've got to relax. So what if he's been staring at my body. I mean face it, when would a kid like this ever get a body like mine.. " Brock flexed his arm, popping a huge biceps ".. or yours." he finished, gesturing at Marshall. Marshall, unable to resist a challenge, threw his arm up and flexed his arm, straining to make his bicep bigger than Brock. After a minute the two, realising they were equally matched, relaxed. Brock threw an arm around Marshall and steered him away from Neil. "You know dude, I don't think that latest batch of roids agreed with you, you've been flipping out all the time. You should try the new stuff I've been using" Brock reached into the pocket of his gym pants and pulled out a syringe of bright blue liquid.

Marshall reached for it. "What is it?" he asked.
"Some sort of new hormone shit." said Brock "Don't know exactly, but dude I've felt like a new man since I started using it. Go on, give it a go." he urged Marshall.

Marshall glanced around the gym, ignoring Neil, but making sure none of the gym staff was around. He flipped the cap of the needle and with practiced ease, jabbed it into his leg. He handed the syringe back to Brock and massaged his leg "So how long before this stuff starts to kick in?" he asked Brock.

"Bro, it works totally fast. You'll be a new man before you know it. Come on, lets hit the showers." As the two muscle men walked towards the changing rooms, Brock flashed a quick wink at Neil. In a few minutes, Marshall would be all hollowed out and ready for Neil to slip into. The shower block would be the perfect place for the change to take place. At the thought of Neil slipping inside Marshall's body and what the two of them would be able to do in their new bodies Brock/Mike began to stiffen inside his pants...

“Work Related Stress” by Nemo

 
Donald Carter's driver was amazed, when while driving though one of the rougher parts of the city, his boss suddenly yelled "Stop! Pull over!" His driver, knowing better to ask why, simply pulled the town car in to the kerb and drew up alongside a phone booth. He was inwardly surprised again, when Mr Carter opened the window of his car and leant over to address the half-naked man standing in the booth.

"Campbell? What on earth are you doing. You're a disgrace!" The man that Donald Carter had addressed as Campbell, leant forward unsteadily, clinging onto the phone with one hand for balance. He pushed back the shades he was wearing onto the top of his head and then took a long drag of his cigarette, before taking it out of his mouth. He looked at Donald Carter and then opened his mouth "You'rrre not what I or..ordered" he slurred. Before Donald Carter could react to this strange announcement, Campbell had dragged the phone back round to his mouth. "I ordered... hot horny... college jock." he managed, after a few stops and starts "and you send me.. fucking old and wrinkly. I'm not fuckkkingg... that. I want the horney jock here... now!" he finished in a sudden rush. At the same time he shoved his free hand inside his briefs and started pumping away at his cock.

Donald Carter, who'd been silenced by the sight of his VP for marketing having a public melt-down was revolted by the sight of this further display and tried again to intervene. "Campbell!" he barked, in the tone his subordinates had learned to dread "Pull yourself together." This time Campbell seemed to recognise something in his bosses voice as he took the time to try to hang up the phone. He gave it two or three futile events, missing his target each time, before he gave up and let it fall. He shuffled forward, his pants still around his ankles and tried to crouch in front of the car window before he dropped to his knees. As he hit the ground with a thud, he groped for the whiskey bottle on the ground, and when he found it he held it up to his hands hopefully and then sadly discarding it when he realised it was empty. His attempt at a drink a failure, he turned his attention back to his boss.

"Mister Carter!" he said with the happy tones of the staggeringly drunk "What are you doing here? Are you after a hot...." he belched and continued "college jock as well?" he finished blinking, owlishly.

Donald Carter who'd involuntarily leant back, as his VP belched, leant forward again with grim determination. "Campbell, you're not the first man I've seen brought to ruin by drink and you won't be the last." His tone softened, ever so slightly. "But I'm not going to throw you away after all the work you've done. You're going to take some time off work and spend it in a facility I know of. In six months you'll be a new man." he finished.

A look of vague horror crossed Campbell's face "But, but.. who'll do my work" he managed to slur.

"That's not your problem Campbell, but I'm sure your assistant can handle everything until your return. Now go home and I'll have a private ambulance pick you up in the morning." Campbell stared at Donald Carter for a moment, before bursting into sobs of what sounded like relief, as far as his boss could make out from the few words that made sense. He raised the window of the car and motioned to his driver to move off, while he picked up the car phone and rang the number of a old psychiatrist friend of his who specialised in the burn outs his office produced every so often. As the car pulled away, the last sight the driver had in his rear view mirror was of Campbell, still slumped sobbing on the sidewalk, before the care turned a corner and he was lost to sight.

About thirty seconds after the car was gone, the sobbing figure suddenly stopped crying. He pushed himself up off the sidewalk and with no obvious difficulty, pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt in neatly and then fastened his belt. His cigarettes were discarded and his shades tucked inside his jacket, carefully folded. He reached behind the phone booth and drew out an expensive looking briefcase. He put it down on the shelf below the phone and popped it open. He paused then to check no-one was around and then looking at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of the briefcase lid, he reached up to his neck and probed delicately with his fingers. After a few seconds he found the edge he was looking for and slipped his fingers underneath it before pulling sharply upwards with both hands. His face crumpled as he ripped it up and off, revealing a very different face underneath. The mask was dropped into the briefcase and the guy pulled out a neck-tie and tied it around his neck. He adjusted his hair in the mirror and then with one final check of his newly smart appearance, closed the briefcase and walked swiftly away from the phone booth. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, leaving no trace of either Campbell or the man who'd be impersonating him.

Later that same day, the same guy let himself into an apartment, briefcase still in hand. As he closed the door behind him he heard a voice call out "Hey baby, I'm in the kitchen. Come and join me." The guy smiled and walked down the hall and into the kitchen area. As he entered the room a cute looking built guy in his late twenties, came over and kissed him full on the lips. The two men stood locked together in a passionate embrace for a few moments before the guy, gently prised his lover off him, one hand still holding his briefcase. "Well I missed you too Scott." he said, with an air of mischief, "but what have I done to deserve that as soon as I walk in."

"Oh, you've done nothing." replied Scott "but I've had some incredible news and I'm just so excited about it."

"Well go on, spill the beans." replied the first guy.

"My boss Greg Campbell has had a complete nervous breakdown and the CEOs had him packed off to some nut house for six months. And guess who's going to step in to take his place.?"

"Is it that girl Janine who works with you?" asked the first guy, playfully.

"No, you bastard." said Scott in mock anger, thumping the first guy in the top of the arm "It's me, of course. You know Ryan, a better boyfriend wouldn't have had to be prompted."

"Well then I'm sorry for being a bad boyfriend." He stepped in closer to Scott and kissed him on the mouth again. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

"I did think you could take me out to dinner to celebrate." said Scott.

"Of course baby. But let me get out of my suit first."

"Sure thing. Oh I forgot you said you had an important meeting today. How did it go?" asked Scott

"Oh it went just fine." replied Ryan "But tonight's about you. Now why don't you make me one of your amazing Martinis, while I get changed." and he gave a peck on the cheek to Scott and headed back down the hall to the bedroom. Once inside he pushed the door to with a quiet 'click'. He knew he'd only have a few minutes grace while Scott made his drink. He stepped up to his closet and opened the door. He stepped inside and reached to the back where he triggered the secret catch. The rear wall of the closet swung back, revealing a small space about 2 feet deep. Ryan reached up and pushed aside a few hangers, trying to muffle the scrape they made as he moved them. From each hanger dangled a full length anatomically correct male body-suit, each different. One was black, one looked Hispanic, two were smooth and another two were covered in thick body hair. One was covered in tattoos and one had only a pair of Greek letters tattooed on the shoulder. He ignored all of them and instead, opened his briefcase and lifted out the mask of Greg Campbell he'd worn earlier. On back wall of the recess were some shelves and they were covered with wig stands, each supporting a different face mask that matched the body-suits. Again they varied as much as as the suits, some clean shaven, one with goatee and one with a long scar down one cheek. Next to each mask was a small box with wallet, ID and cell phone. Again he ignored all of these and dumped the mask of Greg on an empty shelf, not even bothering to store it on an empty stand. If all went well he'd have no further need of it, but he'd hang on to it just in case.

Aware that Scott would be along with his drink any minute, he started backing out the hidden storage space. As always he wondered how Scott would react if he knew about Ryan's secret lives, but as discretion won out over curiosity. His employers tolerated a certain leeway in the personal use of suits, but their existence had to remain a secret. His fingers lingered on the Hispanic skin. Maybe it was time for a visit from the pool boy, Juan. Scott was always so horny after Juan's visit to the apartment complex. Their poolside bedroom gave Scott an ample view of Juan's firm young body and Ryan used every trick he knew to get Scott hard, knowing he'd reap the benefits later. He'd thing about it later, but for now he had a celebration to get ready for, and if Scott never knew how much he owed to Ryan, well that was fine with Ryan. He closed the closet door and began to get changed.

Instant Diet

“Oh yeah! Who’s got the flat stomach now, huh!” said James, twisting and turning his torso for his roommate, Luke, to see, “Look at this! If I flex real hard, it’s like I’ve got a six-pack. Not too shabby, huh?”

“Stop it!” said Luke, “Give me my body back!”

“Yeah, right,” said James, “Because I’d really like to go back to being fat.”

Luke looked down at the body he was now in. His soft belly protruded out in front of him, capped with a pair of man tits that hung heavily on top. Every time he moved, he could feel it jiggling.

“Please?” said Luke, “Look, once you give me my body back, I’ll work with you on a diet and stuff, okay? I know you’ve been wanting to lose weight, but this is not cool.”

“I think I’ve already lost all the weight I need to lose! It’s like an instant diet!” said James, admiring how small his waist was, and imagining the whole closet full of smaller clothes that he could now fit into, “If you want to get that body into shape, that’s all on you, dude. But there is absolutely no way I’m giving this up!”

Yeah, I Took The Pills

“'Morning, Ed,” said Ryan, rubbing his eyes as he came into the kitchen, “Did you take those hair growth pills last night before – Oh my god!!”

“Yeah,” said Ed, “I took the hair growth pills.”

“Holy shit, buddy!” said Ryan, “What the hell happened…?! Well, I guess we can trim you down a little bit, and it won’t be so bad. And is it me, or are you looking a little bit.. beefier this morning?”

“Well I took the muscle growth pills last night, too.”

“Oh no, no, no!” said Ryan, “So you took the hair growth pills and the muscle growth pills both on the same night?”

“Yeah,” said Ed, “So what? I figured I’d just take care of it all at once.”

“Wow, man,” said Ryan, “You’re not supposed to take them together like that. It, like, multiplies the effects.”

“What!” said Ed, “I just wanted a little bit more hair and a little bit more muscle! What are you saying?!”

“I’m saying I think you’re gonna end up one huge, hairy fucking muscleguy, dude,” said Ryan, “I think you’re already halfway there!”

“Halfway!” said Ed, “Oh shit! So I’m gonna get even bigger and even hairier? And how long until the pills wear off and I go back to normal?”

“Well the effects usually last up to 48 hours, but since you took them together, man, I don’t really know…”

“But it’s not gonna be, like, permanent, is it??” said Ed, starting to get worried.

“I don’t know, dude,” said Ryan, “Listen, why don’t we just give it the rest of today to let your transformation finish, and then we’ll enjoy our weekend just like we planned on doing.”

“Yeah,” said Ed, “Except you turned out perfectly and I’m gonna end up some muscle brute.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Ryan, “Maybe you’ll like it! And as soon as we get back, we’ll go see the guy who sold us these pills and see what he has to say.”

“Well all right,” said Ed, “But he sure as hell better be able to fix this!”

A Good Dog

Ah, look at Charlie all tuckered out. It’s too bad I can’t slip into his body right now, but I’ve got to wait until we get home. I saw him down at the park with his buds and his dog this afternoon, and when I saw them packing up to leave, I figured it would be a good chance for me to catch a ride home with him. I could have hopped into one of his buds, but I didn’t think that would give me the chance to get as close to him as I need to.

And so here I am inside of Dexter, Charlie’s golden retriever, just panting my tongue, acting like a good dog, and patiently waiting. Hopefully I’ll get the chance to cuddle up with him on the couch this afternoon as he watches a game or something, and then I’ll hop right into his studly body. He’ll never even see it coming… I just hope he doesn’t try to feed me any dog food first!

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!”