Ab Contest

“Okay, boys,” I said, “Whoever has the best abs gets to buy me a drink!”

It was amazing the things I could get away with around guys at bars when I was wearing “Kristy,” the blonde bombshell with big tits. I could have them wrapped around my finger from the second I stepped in the door, and these guys were no exception. As they lifted their shirts, I took a quick glance at what they had to offer.

Timothy’s tummy was smooth and perfectly tanned, and Jeff  had a chiseled set of abs with a perfect treasure trail – but it was Adam’s hairy, muscled torso that was just perfect!

“Oh yummy!” I said in the girliest way possible, “I just love a man with chest hair!”

I reached out with my manicured, pink nails and ran my fingers along Adam’s chest. He didn’t even flinch. In fact, I think I saw his jeans tent out a little bit. If only he knew that it was another dude inside of this hot chick that was feeling him up

“Well I guess I won the prize then,” he said confidently.

“You sure did, stud,” I said with a wink, my voice coming out as airy and sultry as I could possibly make it, “Why don’t you come over to the bar with me and buy me that drink.”

He gave his buddies a high five and a knowing smirk as I grabbed him around the waist.

“You lead the way,” I said, pushing him into the crowd.

The bar was busy, and I knew I had only a split-second to act. As I lead him into the very center of the crowd, I took a deep breath and pushed myself into him. It had to be done quickly and smoothly, with no struggle. Thankfully, I’d had some practice.

In the blink of an eye, I was inside of Adam’s body. It was good to be inside the body of a very hot, masculine guy again. I grinned as Adam’s alcohol buzz washed over my body. He’d already had a few drinks. Nice. Giving myself a few seconds to collect my senses, I turned around and went back to Adam’s friends.

“Dude!” Timothy said, “Where’s the chick?”

“She ditched me, man,” I said, “Told me she was gonna go to the bathroom and I saw her walk out the front door.”

“What a bitch!” Jeff said.

“Yeah, she was a total bitch,” I said.

“Well, fuck her!” said Timothy, giving me a firm pat on the back, “Let’s go grab some more shots!”

“Sounds great!” I said, “You buying this round?”

“Fuck no!” he said, “I bought the last round! You really think that’s gonna work one of these times, don’t you!”

I laughed, knowing that I was slipping right into Adam’s life without a hitch. I could see myself spending a good couple of weeks as him, hanging out with his buddies, having a good time, finding a few hot chicks to fuck. Adam was a total party guy, and now that I was in his body, the fun had just begun!

I Miss My Roommate

“Hey, Bri,” Drew said, peeking his head into his roommate’s bedroom, “I was gonna head down to GameStop and maybe buy a few new games. Thought maybe you’d want to come with me and then we could hang out this afternoon.”

“Sorry, Drew,” Brian said as he finished his set of crunches. He stood up completely naked and unashamed, “I was gonna get dressed and go for a run around the lake. You can come with me if you want.”

Drew looked down at his chubby belly. He could probably use a run around the lake, but there was no way he’d be able to keep up with Brian.

“No…” he said, starting to close the door, “That’s all right – Hey, Bri?”

“Yeah?” Brian said, looking at himself in the full-length mirror on his wall.

“It’s just… I kinda miss you, man,” Drew said.

“What do you mean?” Brian said, twisting his torso in the mirror and practicing different poses to show off his muscles.

“I mean, ever since you took over Jackson’s body…” Drew said.

“Dude,” he said, in a way that was distinctly Jackson, “It’s like I told you. It’s still me inside of here. I mean, sometimes I have to act a little bit more like Jackson just so people don’t get suspicious – like when I’m around his parents and friends and stuff.”

“I guess,” I said, “But the old you never spent the morning doing pushups and crunches, or went for runs around the lake. I miss just kind of hanging out with you around the apartment, you know. Playing video games and ordering pizza and watching movies and stuff.”

“Sorry, dude” he said with a chuckle, “But if I want to stay looking like this, I can’t exactly be sitting around all day eating pizza and playing video games!”

“Yeah…” Drew said, “I guess not… Maybe we can hang out some when you get back from your run. Or maybe this weekend or something?”

“Ah man, I’d love to, but I’ve got this thing with Jackson’s friends tonight,” said Brain, “And this weekend I think I’m driving home to his parents’ house. This’ll be the longest time I’ve spent with them since I’ve taken over his body – I’m stoked!”

“Oh,” Drew said, “Wow. Yeah, that should be really cool… Well I guess I’ll just go down to the mall by myself then…”

“Okay, buddy,” Brian said, not taking his eyes off of his reflection in the mirror, “Have fun! If I don’t see ya until after this weekend, try not to miss me too much!”

"If only you could understand how much I really do miss you, Brian,” Drew thought to himself as he closed the door. He sighed as he thought of Brian the way he used to be, and wondered if he would ever see that person again.

Just Another Suit

“Oh, man,” Marco said, opening his closet, “I really need to do some laundry. I’m down to my last suit.”

He undressed and reached towards the hanger that the suit was loosely hung up on, preparing to get dressed for the day, when suddenly the suit sprung to life!

“Oh shit!” Marco said, jumping back before realizing that his roommate was inside of the suit, “God damn it, Rocky. Scared me half to death. Come on man, get outta there – it’s the last one I’ve got clean and I need to wear it this afternoon.”

“I don’t think so,” said Rocky unhooking himself from the hanger, “I think I’m gonna keep this one for good. In fact, I’m think I’m gonna take all of your suits.”

“What?” said Marco, “What are you talking about? Come on, stop joking. You know I’ve always shared my suits with you. You can wear them whenever you want – it’s just, this is my last one. I’ll clean up the other ones when I get home tonight, but I’ve gotta use this one today, man.”

“I don’t think you get it,” said Rocky with a sneer, “I’m tired of sharing!”

Before Marco could say another word, Rocky rushed towards him with a syringe in hand, quickly and firmly knocking Marco to the ground.

“Shouldn’t have left this stuff just laying out on the coffee table!” smiled Rocky, holding Marco against the floor as he injected the serum.

“Rocky, please don’t!” said Marco, his voice weakening, “I trusted you…”

Rocky held Marco down for a few moments as he watched the last signs of life vanish from his  face.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to trust me,” Rocky said to the Marco suit as he placed it on a hanger in the closet, “Now you’re just another suit in your own collection!”

“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!”