Camouflage

Casey ran away from a broken home when he was 15, he’d been on the road going from town to town working where he could for the past two years. People had been good to him, but he missed his family and friends.

He’d picked up some recruitment flyer telling about placements in the marines, it described it as an extended family where your fellow soldiers became more than just friends but they would look out for you, become your family and more.

Being fed up with his current lifestyle, Casey tried to join but was rejected not only for his age but his lack of education. It hurt Casey a lot, he had a lot to offer; young, lean and street smart.

Dejected, Casey wandered down the street and came across a soldier. Being a confident individual Casey approached and squatted next to the soldier.

“Man, you’re so lucky – I wanted to join, but I was too young. I have so much to offer” murmured Casey.

“Man, I wish I could swap with you. Sure I sailed through Boot Camp”, he flexed his arm and the sleeve of the jacket tightened. “But I don’t think I’m smart enough to stay alive!”

“You know I know I have a enough smart’s to keep alive hell I’ve been doing it for the past two years!” exclaimed Casey.

The soldier pulled looked over at Casey over the top of his sunglasses; “Yeah, but you don’t look 18 years old.”

“We could help each other out, I know a way of  joining us together. We could share your body and strength and I would provide the street smarts that will keep us both alive!” Casey whispered.

“What! are you mad! I know that's not possible and even it it was I wouldn’t let you scrawny anywhere near mine!”

“Looser!” thought Casey and then he quickly lunged at the soldier pinching a nerve on his neck – the soldier groaned and became silent. “You’re right your not going to live very long out there!”

He slumped to the side and Casey straightened him. Pulling down the sunglasses Casey recognised the dull emptiness in his eyes before putting the sunglasses back. A couple of people walked passed and Casey pretended to have a conversation with the soldier,  of course he didn’t reply.

Looking around Casey checked there was no-one around before moving closer to the soldier; on the jacket Casey spotted a name badge “Williams”. One final check around and Casey jump on the Williams' lap and aligning himself before wriggling and squirming into the built body below him.

The Williams started to come around, but as he looked down he was shocked to see Casey half way into his body. Casey’s legs and arms had already disappeared. The he tried to call for help, but the sensation of Casey pushing and squeezing into his body was so erotic all he could do was let out a low groan as the remainder of Casey pushed in.

Casey knew from his conversation that Williams wouldn’t allow him to share his body even if it would help keep him alive!

Inside Williams body, the now stronger Casey eased himself into the space that Williams inner-self occupied, slowly Casey moved behind Williams putting himself between Williams and the control of Williams physical  body.

With one swift movement, Casey consumed Williams, and expanded to fill the space inside the built soldier. A low groan emanated from the soldiers body as Casey took control.

Suddenly Casey had Williams’ full memories; his training, boot camp, his future assignments – everything.

Casey flexed his new body and felt a tightness in his pants, it felt natural as he reached down with his large hand and rubbed his hard on through his pants.

Casey knew there was no return for the real Williams, Casey was gone now he was Williams and it was his job to be be the best they both could be!

Distracted

“Antonio!” the photographer said, putting down his camera, “Antonio! Tony! Come on, man. What’s up today? It’s like you’re completely distracted.”

“Huh?” I said, suddenly realizing that he was talking to me. I’d have to get used to being called “Antonio.”

“I said, what’s up with you today?” said the photographer, “You really ok?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Uh – yeah. So, um, what did you want me to do again?”

“Just do what you always do!” said the photographer, “You know, pose a little bit, show us that smile – and… try to keep your hands off of yourself for right now. We’ll move onto the more hardcore shots this afternoon.”

“Uh… sure,” I said, standing up straight and flexing my arms like I’d seen bodybuilders do. My whole body popped with muscle. It was awesome!

“There’s that smile!” said the photographer, seemingly pleased with my performance.

Who would have known that when I was walking home from school this afternoon, I’d come across this huge musclesuit just laying there in the alley behind the photo studio? I’d barely had time to get it on when these guys came out looking for me.

“Antonio!” they said, “There you are! Come on, man, what are you doing out here? We’ve been looking for you! We gotta get this shoot started!”

And before I knew it, here I was in front of the camera with some guy taking pictures of me and telling me to “turn this way” and “turn that way” and “tighten up the abs a little bit.” I think I’m some sort of porn star or something! I dunno. I’m liking it though! I don’t know who’s usually supposed to be inside of this suit, but I sure hope they don’t miss it, because I’m definitely not going to give it back!

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!”