Tutu

Vinnie would have done anything to get out of doing this after he lost that bet, and I was more than happy to offer him a quick solution. Told him for a small fee I’d “borrow” his body, put on the tutu and ballet slippers and make an appearance on the court at halftime, just like he was supposed to do. Sure, to everyone in the stadium it would appear to be Vinnie making an ass out of himself, but at least he wouldn’t have to live with the memory of actually doing it, right? Well, that's what I told him.

The best thing is, the dumb meathead bought it! Met me in the locker room before the game, gave me the money in cash, and just let me slide right into his body! Can you imagine! It’s usually hard as fuck to get anywhere near these big guys, but here was big, dumb Vinnie willingly letting me in and paying me to do it!

Think he’s getting his body back? Fuck no! I’m going to hang onto this one for as long as I can, even if it means wearing this stupid tutu for a little bit. It’s well worth it, if you ask me!

Better Than The Original

“Come on, man, are you going to be in there all night?” asked Steve from the bed in their hotel room.

“Almost done,” John replied from the bathroom, “Just trying to get everything exactly right…”

“All right,” said Steve, “I mean, it’s not like it has to be completely perfect. As long as – Oh my god! You look just like him!”

John stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall.

“Think this’ll work?” he asked.

“Wow!” said Steve, running up to him, “Just… wow! I would swear to god that Jason was standing in front of me right now if I didn’t know it was really you. What about your voice though?”

“Oh yeah,” said John, clearing his throat, “This better?”

“That’s his voice!” said Steve, giving John a kiss, “That’s exactly it! Oh, wow, John. I can’t thank you enough for this!”

“Well, I know that this was supposed to be a very special trip for you and Jason, and it really sucks that he decided to break up with you right before it was supposed to happen,” said John, “And the truth is, I’m really glad that I’m the one who gets to spend it with you instead.”

“I am, too,” smiled Steve, “And you know what? Even though you look like Jason now, knowing that it’s actually my best friend in the world inside of there makes you an even better than the original!”

Cute New Boyfriend

Well, it looks like the facemask stayed firmly in-place all night. And Ben didn’t say a single thing about me acting different or anything like that! In fact, he’s treating me exactly like his cute new boyfriend. If only he knew it’s actually me inside of here -- the guy he dumped six months ago!

I’ve been looking for a way to get back with him ever since then, and I think this is going to work out even better than I expected. I get a cute new body, I get to be with Ben again, and he has no idea about any of it!

Drunk

“Come on, man,” Jeff said, “Don’t you think we should go home now?”

“What?” said Nick with a belch, “Why?”

“I mean, you said you’d only come out and get one drink, just to see what it’s like, and I think you’re getting drunk…” said Jeff, “I mean, I shouldn’t even be letting you do this in the first place, and – Jesus Christ – put your clothes back on!”

“Look at my body, dude!” slurred Nick, who had lifted his shirt up over his furry pecs and tight stomach, “Look at it! I’ve got a hairy chest! And muscles! Feel ‘em!”

“OK, that’s it!” said Jeff, taking the beer from Nick’s hand and pulling down his shirt, “We’re going home, and you’re taking that suit off right away. You’re a 16 year old kid, Nick! You shouldn’t even be in this place!”

“Do I look like a 16 year old kid?” chuckled Nick, “Hey – do I look like a 16 year old kid!?”

He stumbled over and placed a big meaty arm around his brother’s shoulder.

“Cuz I’m pretty sure I look, like, even older than you!” He said, “Check this out! I’ve got stubble! I’m gonna have to shave tomorrow!”

“I don’t think so, buddy!” said Jeff, “We’re gonna take you home, get this suit off, and you’re gonna wake up tomorrow like none of this ever happened. And I am never letting you dress up as an adult again – not until you’re old enough!”

“But I can still use your other suits?” asked Nick, placing a puppy-dog look on the handsome face of the suit he was wearing, “The ones that aren’t adults?”

“Yeah,” said Jeff, “I suppose so.”

“You’re the best!” said Nick, planting a big, drunk, sloppy kiss on his brother’s cheek, “I love you, bro!”

Young Athlete

“I haven’t been able to lift weights like this in years!” thought Jim with a grunt, “Hell, even when I was this young the first time around, I wasn’t lifting weights like this!”

He looked down and admired the powerful muscles in his legs as he pumped the weights up and down.

“Of course, I suppose a lot more is expected of young athletes these days. Good thing I chose to swap with this hot, young freshman. With this body and these good looks, I shouldn’t have any problem at all becoming a star college athlete again – instead of watching from the sidelines as an old coach about to retire!”

Comic Book

I can’t believe Tom stole my body and just left me here in his! God, I’m stick-thin now, and I’m sure he’s loving having all of my muscles, and being so athletic and popular.

He’s probably at football practice right now, using my body to command the field like I usually do, and here I am, alone in his dorm room, reading his comic books. I mean, it's not like I'm a huge fan of comic books, I just couldn't really think of anything else to do. Maybe I’ll just read a few more pages and then go down to the football field and try to get my body back from him.

Don’t really know what’s so great about football anyhow, just a bunch of meatheads throwing around a ball. And, anyways, I’m almost done with this comic book, so maybe I’ll just get started on the next one and wait for Tom to get back to the dorms tonight before I try to get my body back.

You know, maybe I should just wait a few days, actually. He’s a lot bigger than I am, and the last thing I want to do is piss him off. Plus, he’ll be tired after coming home from football practice so I should probably just let him rest. Yeah, I’ll do that. Just give it a couple of days. OK! Done with this comic book, time to start the next one!

Ready For Our Run

“Hey, man!” said Kyle, “Ready for our run?”

“Well it’s about time!” said Jake, “What took you so long to get here, man? Said you left your house 45 minutes ago.”

“Yeah, I… uh… ran into something,” said Kyle, “Sorry about that.”

“OK…” said Jake, “And, going shirtless today?”

“Yep,” Kyle said with a cocky grin.

“Well then what was all that the other day, talking about how you work out for the health benefits and not so you can ‘show off’ and all of that? Said you didn’t want people to look at you like a piece of meat, and now here you are with no shirt and those tiny shorts. Where did you even get those things, man?”

“I never said any of those things,” said Kyle confidently, “I’m fuckin’ hot, and I wanna show it off. That OK?”

“I guess,” said Jake, “I don’t know. Dude, let’s just go for our run. Hope you don’t mind, I’m going to wear a shirt.”

“Yeah, about that –” said Kyle

Suddenly, a smaller kid, no older than 15 or 16 years old, jumped out from behind the corner. Catching Jake off-guard, he was able to knock him to the ground.

“Get him!” said Kyle.

The smaller kid began to speak a strange language and then disappeared into Jake’s flesh. Jake rose from the floor, now under the control of the young kid.

“Nice!” said the new Jake, “Sweet!”

“Yeah!” said Kyle, “Looks good on you, man! Now let’s see what he’s been hiding under that shirt!”

The new Jake proudly tore off his shirt, revealing a tight, muscular body. He grinned with his handsome smile.

“Awesome!” said Kyle, “Can’t believe we saw these guys jogging around our neighborhood all the time, and now we’ve got their bodies! And we’re way hot!”

“Fuck yeah!” said the new Jake with a smile, “So, are you ready for our run?”

Tattooed

“You know, man, I’m glad to see you finally starting to get some work done,” said Mike as he carefully tattooed Justin’s sculpted bicep, “To be honest with you, I didn’t think you ever would. All those times you came in here with your brother, you said you’d never get any tattoos yourself – and now here you are getting a second one!”

“Well,” said Justin with a smirk, “I’ve, uh… changed my mind, I guess you could say. I think the tats are a great way to show off my muscles a little bit. Makes ‘em look even cooler.”

“I guess you could say that,” Mike chuckled, “Guess I’d definitely want to show off a little bit too if I looked like you.”

Justin leaned back in the chair and smiled. Since he’d swapped bodies with his straight-laced older brother, he couldn’t wait to change him into a bad-ass tattooed stud.

“Hey, Mike,” he said, “You do piercings here too, right?”

“Wow man! Thinking about piercings, too?” said Mike, “You really have changed your mind about all of this stuff!”

“Oh yeah,” said Justin, “I definitely have!”

Washes Right Off

“Hey, Josh, are you ready –” Ryan said, stepping into the bathroom and catching his friend standing in front of the sink with a bar of soap, “Oh! Sorry, dude – Um… whoa. Wow. I’ve never seen you, uh, in-between before.”

“It’s fine!” Josh laughed, “I’m almost done. You can watch if you want. See, it’s just like I told you – it washes right off. When I put this stuff on, it makes me look like a black guy, and as soon as I wash it off, I’m back to just being me again.”

“Man, I still can’t believe it,” said Ryan, “It’s kinda like I have two friends now. I can’t believe it changes your face and your voice and everything. Hey – does it even change your…”

“Yeah,” said Josh, dropping his boxers in front of his friend and displaying a huge 9 inch black cock, “It even changes that.”

As he took the bar of soap to it and lathered up and down the shaft, it began to change shape in his hands, becoming a more modest 6 inches. It changed color from a deep black to a light pink.

“All right dude,” he said, “I’m gonna hop in the shower and wash the rest of this off. I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, then we can head out to the mall. I’ve gotta be back in like 2 hours though -- ‘Jamal’ has a date and I’ll need some time to change!”

Duplicates

“Guys, come on!” said Jeff, “Wake up!”

“Dude,” said Tom, rolling over onto his back, “Can’t you let us just sleep in for once?”

“Seriously,” said Luke, “I didn’t get home until like 4am last night because you wanted me to go out to that party for you.”

“OK, fine,” said Jeff, “Luke, you can sleep in a little bit. What’s your excuse, Tom? I need you to go to my 9 o’clock class and take that test for me today. I didn’t give you these suits so you could just lay around all day! If you can’t handle it, then you can take it off right now and I’ll find somebody else to be my assistant!”

“All right, all right,” said Tom, stretching out, “I’ll go to your class for you today.”

He had to admit, it was nice waking up in a duplicate of Jeff’s slim, toned body instead of his usual fat, flabby one.

“That’s more like it,” said Jeff, “And hey – if you do good on the test, maybe I’ll let you go on that date I’m supposed to go on tonight. I don’t really want to go, anyhow. This guy’s starting to bore me, but I bet you could at least get a good fuck out of it.”

“Gee, thanks,” said Tom.

“Careful, Tom,” said Jeff, “I meant what I said about finding another assistant. If you don’t want to do this any more, then I’m sure there are tons of guys lined up waiting to take your place!”

“SMS” by Nemo

Jack and Bill slowly drew apart from their kiss. They said nothing for a moment, just enjoying looking into each other's eyes, while Jack continued to slowly massage Bill's cock through his bright red pants.

"You know what's going to happen if you keep doing that." said Bill
"Fine by me." said Jack "I think I've recovered enough from last night to go again." and he leant in and kissed Bill again, pushing his tongue deep into Bill's mouth. The two men kissed passionately for another minute, while Jack's rhythm became gradually faster. Eventually Bill drew back and placed his hand on top of Jack's, stopping his motion,

"Hold that thought. I need to freshen up first. I'll be back in 5 minutes" and he rolled off the bed and headed out the bedroom. He paused at the door and looked back at Jack and gave him a quick wink before he closed the door behind him.

Jack sighed and laid back on the bed, his hand now straying to his own boner, idly rubbing it while he thought of what Bill would soon be doing to him. His pleasantly erotic dreaming was interrupted by his iPhone vibrating. He checked for a second that the bedroom door was closed and then reached over and picked up his iPhone. There was a new message from his buddy Rob.

<hwz yor wknd goin bro> asked Rob. Jack smirked, Rob had no idea how well his weekend was going. He sent a message back

<amazn bro. I finalE got my h&z on a muscle Bod suit...> sent Jack, waiting for a response from Rob

<n f'n way! Waht do U L%k lIk?> Jack thought for a second and then held his phone out at arms length and snapped a picture of himself stretched out the bed and sent it on to Rob

<Youre a f'n stud, dud!> sent Rob.

<BetA thN bn a skinny twink> replied Jack <bt U shud c d muscle bear huz Bin f'n me aL wknd.>

<Im so f'n jealous. cn U git me a Bod suit t%?> sent Rob

<weL c.> replied Jack, deliberatly teasing Rob <Got 2 go. My muscle stud'll b bak 4 a feck s%n.>

<cum round my plAc 2nt & teL me aL bout it.> sent Rob. Jack smiled at the phone and turned it off. He didn't want any interruptions when Bill came back. He returned to his gentle masturbation, while he waited for Bill.

Down the hall and safely behind a locked bathroom door, Bill looked at the last message on his own iPhone. "So you're expecting your muscle stud back for a fuck soon, ehh ?" He muttered to himself. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, a face that Jack would have recognised not as Bill's but as Rob's. "Well I guess I can't disappoint my buddy, can I?" he asked himself and he picked up the mask of Bill's face that was lying on the counter-top and pulled it down over his own face. He adjusted his new face in the mirror, until he was sure that his mask was firmly in place. He ran a hand over his new beard and then down his hairy chest. "Well you're muscle bear's all ready Jack" he said to himself and he turned and headed back to the unsuspecting Jack.

“Ticked!” by Nemo

Josh was taken aback when without any warning, his boyfriend Alex leant over and pinned his arms to the bed. At first he thought Alex was just teasing him, but as he tried to get loose and Alex used his full body weight to restrain him, Josh began to worry "Baby, what's the matter?" Josh asked.

"Don't call me 'baby'" growled Alex as he pushed Josh down hard into the bed.

"But Lex... I don't understand, what's wrong?" asked Josh, still wriggling his body under Alex in a futile attempt to get free.

"You know what's wrong." said Alex "You just need to admit it. But don't think you're fooling me for one more second."

"Look Lex, baby..." Whatever Josh was trying to say was interrupted as Alex backhanded him across his face, with a loud thwack. Josh paused, surprise and hurt on his face "Alex." he began

Alex interrupted "I told you. Don't call me 'baby' or 'Lex', only Josh gets to call me that and you're not Josh."

Josh stopped struggling and became very still underneath Alex. "Now Alex, I don't know what's wrong, but of course I'm Josh. I don't think you must be feeling well. Maybe we should take you to the ER and get you checked out."

"There's nothing wrong with me." replied Alex in a chillingly quiet voice. "I'm not going mad, so don't try to suggest I am. I know you're not Josh. Something's been off all morning and there's no way Josh acts like you just did in bed. So," he continued "since I know you're not Josh, you might as well admit it and tell me how you've done it."

Alex started struggling again "I am Josh. Alex, how can I convince you?"

"You can't convince me, because I know you'd be lying. Now how did you do it? Are you some sort of shape shifter? Is it plastic surgery? Have you got scars?" and as he said this Alex, reached out with his free hand and forcibly tried to turn Josh's head sideways into the bed. Josh resisted as hard as he could, pushing his head back against Alex's hand. The two men fought for a minute before Alex overpowered Josh and slammed his head down against the bed, but as he did so there was a small but distinct ripping noise. Both men went still for a second and then Josh's struggles doubled.

Alex however held the upper hand and kept Josh pinned down. He looked at the side of Josh's neck where a small slit had appeared after the ripping noise. Despite Josh's mumbled protests he reached out with his finger and poked it into the slit. Initially he felt only a small pocket under the skin, no bigger than his finger tip. As he pushed a bit harder, his whole finger slid under the skin of Josh's neck. He could feel a smooth, slightly sticky surface on the underside of Josh's 'skin', while underneath that he could feel stubbled skin. He slid his finger out and rubbed his index finger against his thumb. Despite the slightly sticky feeling, there was no residue on his finger. He looked down at Josh's neck where there was still only a small slit.

"So what's your explanation for this then?" asked Alex, gesturing at Josh's neck. Josh refused to answer and just stared at the bed, his struggles now stopped as all the fight had left him. Alex grunted at Josh's refusal to answer him and turned his attention back to Josh's neck. He poked the slit again, this time pushing his index and middle finger against the slit. After a moment's resistance, he got both fingers under the slit and thrust them in to the hilt. He pumped his fingers back and forth a few times to loosen things up. Then he spread his fingers wide, parting the upper layer from its adhesion to the underlying surface. As he worked vigorously he was able to slip in another finger and then another until he got his whole hand under the slit. Throughout all this, Josh lay still, making small whimpering noises.

With his whole hand under the skin of Josh's neck, Alex was able to pull the upper layer up and away, as it seemed to get stretchier as it was released. As he lifted his hand up, air entered through the slit, making a farting noise. With the extra air under the upper layer, Alex got a glimpse of skin underneath, pale stubbeled skin. "You fucker." breathed Alex "This is a mask, isn't it?" Not waiting for a reply, Alex thrust half his forearm under the mask, forcing his fingers around the back of 'Josh's' head. He levered the mask forwards, so it slipped off 'Josh's' head, with a rubbery 'slurp'. As soon as the mask came free in Alex's hand, it sprang back into shape and for a second Alex was looking at the empty eyed face of his lover. He turned his gaze to the face of the man he still had pinned to the bed.

The face revealed from under the mask, was pale and very sweaty with lank hair pushed forwards over his face from the mask's removal. Alex roughly pushed the hair away and then recognition slowly dawned on his face. "You're that guy from downstairs aren't you? What's your name you little weasel? Wait it's ehrmm... Kevin. That's it, Kevin." said Alex. Kevin nodded once, not yet sure what to say. Alex paused for a second and then exploded, his face only inches away from Kevin's he screamed at him "What the fuck do you think you were doing, you sick fucker. Where the fuck do you get off dressing up as my boyfriend and trying to trick me into bed?" and he pushed the mask in his hand into Kevin's face "Halloween was last month you little fucker." he finished, his murderous rage dying down for the moment.

Kevin swallowed, trying to judge if Alex actually wanted an answer or if he was better off staying quiet. Eventually he decided that he'd best say something and so he cleared his mouth "I....I'm sorry." he managed to splutter "I just wanted to be with you so much, and I knew there was no way you'd ever look at a guy like me...." he trailed off into nervous silence.

Alex looked at him, disgust plain on his face "What? You're after sympathy from me? After this sick, twisted..." his face contorted as he spoke "I don't even have the words to describe this fucking stunt. God you make me ill." and he got off Kevin and stood up. Kevin waited a second, fearing another blow to the head, but none came. Cringing, he slowly stood up as well and then reached down to pick up the Josh mask. Alex's hand shot out and grabbed Kevin's arm, twisting viciously, forcing Kevin to his knees.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Alex, each word punctuated by another twist to Kevin's arm. Kevin writhed in pain and whimpered but was too scared to make too much noise. Kevin managed to force out a sentence.

"I... I was going to go." he muttered, "Please, p..please let go. You're hurting me."

"This is nothing you little turd." said Alex "But that's beside the point. I know you're going, but what planet are you living on that makes you think you're going to leave looking like Josh? Now, drop the mask before I break your fucking arm." Kevin dropped the mask like it was red hot and Alex hauled him to his feet. "And the rest." he said.

"The rest?" asked Kevin. Alex didn't even blink, he simply grabbed Kevin by the throat and pinned him up against the wall. With a slight grunt, he managed to lift Kevin so his feet were dangling, the tips just touching the ground. Kevin began to turn red and started clawing at Alex's arm. Alex ignored him. "Do you think I'm extra stupid or something? " he asked the breathless Kevin "Not content with trying to convince me you were my actual boyfriend, now you think I'll buy that that's your real body? What, you just happened to get the same tatts Josh did? That's no more your body that mask is your real face." He looked at Kevin who was nearly unconscious and let go. Kevin slid down the wall, breathing heavily.

Alex stood over Kevin, glaring at him while Kevin coughed and spluttered. Eventually Kevin managed to stand up again. He didn't waste any time and as soon as he was upright, he put both hands to his neck and worked his finger tips under the suit. As with the mask, the suit was firmly stuck to Kevin's body, but as he freed more and more of the suit he was able to start stretching the neck wider and wider until it was big enough to slip down over Kevin's skinny shoulders. He pulled the neck down with both hands until he couldn't pull it down any further. Then he worked one hand free of the suit and then the other. With both hands free and under the watchful glare of Alex, Kevin was able to move a bit faster. As he worked the suit lower and lower down his body, the suit began to pool inside out on the floor around his ankles. As he worked his feet free and let go the suit snapped back into place with a slithering sound. Kevin looked down almost wistfully at the suit, before pulling on the now too large jeans and T-shirt he's worn as Josh. With his head down he turned and headed for the door.

Alex stepped in front of him. "OK you little turd. You should consider yourself lucky that I don't want the police sniffing around my life right now or I've have you locked up as the twisted little pervert you are. And because I don't want another assault charge to deal with, I'm not going to beat the crap out of you." Alex turned and opened the door to the apartment and Kevin started to stumble through, holding his jeans up with one hand. As he began to cross the threshold, Alex leant forward and spoke quietly to him "But I'm going to be watching you, and if I see you looking at me or my boyfriend ever again, then I'll take my chances with the assault charge. Understand?" Kevin looked at Alex and shrank away from the look in his eyes. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "Good." said Alex "In fact I think it's best I don't see you around anymore, so from now on, why don't you use the stairs and even better, start looking for a new apartment." As Kevin nodded again and left the apartment, Alex put his foot in the square of Kevin's back and pushed him out the door and then slammed it behind him.

With Kevin out the way, Alex stepped over to the floor of the bedroom and collected his shorts and tank top, pulling them both on. He looked at the clock and then down at the Josh suit and mask lying on the floor. Josh would be back soon and Alex didn't enjoy the prospect of explaining to Josh how he'd nearly been tricked into sleeping with a Josh imposter. He picked up the suit, still inside out and shook it the right way round and then collected the Josh mask from the floor. After a moment’s thought he shoved them both in a gym bag and then headed out the apartment. He didn't go far, simply crossing the hall in the building until he was standing in front of their neighbour’s apartment. He let himself in with a spare key not even bothering to knock.

As he entered the apartment he was already calling out. "Hey! You’re not going to believe what's happened. That little fucker from downstairs, Kevin, only managed to get himself a Josh suit and nearly tricked me into sleeping with him." He walked into the bedroom of the apartment and lifted the Josh mask out of the gym bag, holding it up with one hand inside of it. "I mean look at this thing. I nearly bought it as well, but bad luck for him I caught a whiff of that suit smell. He mustn't have washed for a while and I recognised the smell coming from the suit." Alex looked down at the bed where another Alex was strapped firmly to the bed. But this new Alex was noticeably thinner than the other Alex, his muscles wasted by months of being forcibly bed-bound and he had a scruffy beard and longer hair. The bound Alex glared at the old Alex, but the leather gag in his mouth stopped him from saying anything.

The old Alex turned to the closet and opened the door. He took the Josh suit out of his gym bag and hung it on a spare hanger, while the Josh mask was popped onto a conveniently handy wig stand.  The hanger went onto a rail, next to several other similarly laden hangers and the mask and its stand onto an equally full shelf. Alex paused for a second and then reached to the rail and lifted down another body-suit. He turned back from the closet to the bed and held the suit up for size in front of the bound Alex. He looked back and forward from one to another and then spoke. "You know, you've nearly lost enough bulk to fit into your new body. Another inch or so off your biceps and chest and I think you'll be ready." he said, reaching down and pinching the bound Alex's chest. The bound Alex writhed helplessly, fury evident in his eyes and from his muffled grunts. "I think we can step up the hypno-tapes." the free Alex continued "After all we'll want your personality to match your new body.... my old body. You know Josh asked after me, well the old me, only the other day. Won't it be nice when you can take my place and everything can go back to normal?" He laughed as the bound Alex nearly snapped his own back, trying to get free.

"Anyway, I can't spend all day chatting, I've got to get back and get ready for Josh, the real Josh, to get home." He picked up the mask of Josh one last time. "Poor Kevin" he said with mock sincerity "I guess he didn't know, you can't trick a trickster." and putting the mask back on the shelf, he closed the closet door and headed out the apartment, whistling happily, ignoring the muffled cries of his captive.