The Rookie

You’re making your way through the school you’d been make to work on ‘that project.’

As you walk through the many empty corridors you slam the doors behind you; crash.. crash.. they echo through the dead corridors.

You hear a crash up ahead, sounds like a bucket being kicked; a hard metallic sound as it bounces of a door somewhere. You decide to investigate.

You shout “Hello?”

There’s a shout back “Help! I’m in the locker room.”

You make your way to the locker room and find Kurt Reynolds, its the new kid. You’ve heard he’s was a top football player in his last school but it seems that the team as given him the usual rookie treatment.

He struggles against the ropes, but they’re tight “Help me get these off dude, this just isn’t funny.”

You look at him, “They just left you here?”

“Yeah! Fuckers! said they’d be back at 19:00.”

You look at the clock on the wall; 18:30 and smile to yourself.

Throwing you rucksack into the corner you start to undress.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kurt asks, a little shocked

“You are a lucky fucker Kurt, your future is pretty much cast into stone and I want it. I’m sick of what I have and tonight I’m going to take a new direction in my life…”

Kurt cocks his head, “What the fuck are you talking about you looser?”

“… and today our paths are going to cross and merge.”

Kurt struggles again, but can do nothing as you turn your naked body and sit on his lap.

You can feel him struggling under you, but you slowly wriggle and boundaries between you and Kurt soften as you push back into his body.

Suddenly you feel a tightness as you’re now pulled into his body, tightness not of Kurt's body, but of the ropes securing him.

Struggling again you realise that you’re now in control, you are Kurt but like the previous own of the body you are still unable to break out of the ropes.

You can only relax; looking down past Kurt’s ripped shirt and tight abs you see his; no your dick hardening in the shorts tenting the fabric, a damp spot appears and you take a couple of deep breaths and chuckle to yourself.

You look over at the clock; 18:45 and spot your new reflection in the mirror, using everything that was Kurt you cock his head, “What the fuck are you talking about you looser?” you flash your reflection a cocky smile to yourself and whisper under your breath “This is going to be fucking awesome..” and then shout “YEAH!” just as the rest of the football team pile into the locker room.

"Boys will be boys." by Nemo

As Amy Williams let herself into her house, she heard the unmistakable sounds of her son Garrett and his best friend Bradley laughing and joking. The occasional muffled thud, suggested that they were up to the usual rough-housing and mindful of the damage done on the last occasion their play-fighting had gotten out of hand she raised her voice and called out "Garrett, I'm home."

As she'd expected the muffled thuds stopped immediately. She walked through the house and found the two young men waiting for her. Her son was wearing an expression that suggested he was trying hard not to laugh, while his best friend, while at first appearing calmer, also on closer inspection looked like he had a secret to hide. She sighed mentally, wondering what mischief they'd been up to.

 

"Hi Mom" said Garrett, neatly confirming her suspicions as he came close to giggling.

"Hi Mrs. Williams" said Bradley, as he gently but firmly stepped on her son's foot.

Amy pretended not to notice. The two boys were as inseparable as their father's were. Amy's husband Mike and Bradley's father Scott had grown up in each other's pockets and their sons, born only 6 weeks apart had done the same. Amy often joked with Bradley's mother, Michelle, that she never knew whether she was going to come home to two boys or no boys, but she knew she'd never come home to one. As they'd grown older Amy appreciated the steadying influence Bradley had on Garrett. Although the younger of the two, he always looked the older and had managed to stop her son from getting into a fix on many occasions. Once again, it would appear Bradley was keeping Garrett under control.
"So I thought you two were spending the day at the mall." Said Amy.

"We were, but we decided to use the pool instead." said Garrett "We figured it might be the last chance we get to use it this year." he said, picking at his red surf shorts.

"Well I don’t mind in the slightest." said Amy, "But you boys will have to get your own lunch. I promised your great Aunt Enid I'd drive over and see her today. In fact I only stopped to drop off the groceries and then I'm heading out."

"Would you like some help unpacking?" asked Bradley.

"You're always so thoughtful." said Amy smiling "But don't worry I've only a couple of bags to empty. It'll be easiest if I do it." and she turned and headed out the room.

The boys waited a moment and then Garrett leant in close to Bradley and said quietly but exaggeratedly "Ohhhh, Bradley. You're always soooooo thoughtful." before collapsing helplessly on the floor with laughter.

Bradley looked at him in disgust "A lot of help you are. Can't you stop goofing around for just 2 minutes."

Garrett had his face in his hands, trying to muffle his own laughing. He nodded silently and then looked up at Bradley. As he took his hands down, he revealed a now hideously distorted face with his ears pulled forward onto his cheeks and his nose stretched down over his mouth.

"I guess that's a no." Bradley sighed "Dude, cut it out. What if she came back in now?" and he reached out and pushed at pulled at his buddy's face until it looked normal.

Garrett reached out to pull Bradley's nose, but Bradley slapped his hand away, hard. "Fuck off! If you want to risk tearing your suit, that's up to you. But leave mine alone."

"Oh relax dude." said Garrett "These things are ultra-stretchy. I don't think I could rip it if I tried"

"Well that's not a risk I'm willing to take. Not after what we went through to get them."

"I just to finish trying them our properly" said Garrett.
"And we will, just as soon as your 'Mom' heads out, like she said she's going to. But until then, just try not to blow your cover."
"OK dude." said Garrett "So while we're waiting... last one in the pool's a loser." and he sprinted out into the yard.

"Such a fucking idiot." muttered Bradley under his breath, but he had a wide grin on his face as he sprinted after his best friend.

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"Attack of the evil twin...." by Nemo

Jeff heard the front door open and then slam shut. He looked puzzled, and called out.

"Hey Tad, did you forget something?"

A few seconds later, Tad stormed into Jeff's room, a pissed expression on his face.

"I didn't forget anything, some fucker stole all my gear while I was at the gym."

"Why did you go back to the gym?" asked Jeff

"What do you mean, I didn't go back to the gym, my stuff was taken while I was at the gym." said Tad "I spent nearly an hour with the morons they employ there, looking for my stuff. All they kept telling me was that their ID system said I'd already left. In the end they gave me these crappy shorts to get home in." Tad ground to a halt as he saw the expression on Jeff's face. "What?" he asked Jeff

Jeff looked at Tad with a slightly weirded out expression. "Umm, what time did you go to the gym this morning?" he asked

"8 am, same as normal." replied Tad

"And what time did you leave?"

"By the time I finished searching the place, about 20 minutes ago, I don't know exactly. I just came straight back here."

"And you didn't come home once already and go back out again?" asked Jeff, carefully.

"No of course I fucking didn't! What the fuck?" asked Tad "Christ! I don't have time for your fucking shit right now, you douche!"

Jeff stood up and walked over to the table where his camera was sitting. "There's no fucking way you'll believe me, so I'm just going to show you." he said. "I was messing around with my new lens on the camera this morning, taking some test shots." he plugged the camera into his lap-top and started transferring the files.

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" asked Tad

"Well, when you got home from the gym about 10am, you let me take some test shots of you." said Jeff

"I didn't get home at 10. I've only just gotten back now. Weren't you listening to a word I..." Tad stopped short, mid-sentence.

Jeff had opened the files on his lap-top and there as a picture of Tad, large as life, grinning from ear-to-ear, wearing his usual gym gear. The picture was clearly time-stamped from 10.05 that morning, a good 90 minutes before Tad knew he'd actually got back. "That's...that's not me." Tad said.

"Sure looks like you though, doesn't he?" asked Jeff "And that's not all, he sounded and acted just like you. I honestly had no idea it wasn't you until just now."

"So you're saying someone looking and sounding just like me walked in hear and you didn't realise?" asked Tad, sounding angry.

Jeff took a deep breath. "Yep, that's about the size of it. Shall I tell you why? Because the fake-Tad looked and sounded just like you! Don't you get it? It's not my fault you've got an evil twin running around."

"Well what did he want?" asked Tad

"I don't know. He went into your room, got changed and left here about 10 minutes ago with a bag. I thought you were him, coming back because you'd forgot something."

Tad got up and went to his room followed by Jake. He ran to the closet and started checking to see what was missing. After a few minutes, he stopped and then went back to double check something, he grew more frantic and then turned round to Jeff.

"What was he wearing on his feet when he left?" he asked.

Jeff screwed up his face trying to remember "Umm, some kind of boots I think.. Yeah, hiking boots maybe?"

Tad punched the wall in frustration  "Fuck!!" he yelled.

"Ehrr, what's the matter?" asked Jeff

"I know what the fucker's up to." said Tad "Jennifer's been at me to go on this hiking trip with her this weekend, but I told her I couldn't make it. But if fake-Tad turns up, looking just like me and with all my hiking gear, she's not going to ask any questions. Dude he's going to screw Jennifer and she'll never believe it wasn't me!"

"Well can't we just ring her?" asked Jeff

"Can't. She was going to leave her cell at home, cause they're no reception up in the mountains where she's going. And I can't drive up there myself, because my car's in the shop this weekend. Fuck! What I am going to do?" and Tad let out a groan as he put his head in his hands.

Jeff stood up for a moment and then said tentatively "You could take my car." he said slowly

Tad looked up at Jeff "You'd let me borrow your car? I mean I know we're roomies, but I can't say I've never been a jerk."

"Never mind that." said Jeff "Do you want to save Jennifer or not?"

Tad sprang into action and started to shove clothes into a bag. Jeff went into his room and found his car keys. Tad came in a few minutes later, now fully dressed.

"I've just thought, my license was in my wallet." said Tad

"Well then don't get pulled over by the cops." replied Jeff "You know where I park?"

Tad shook his head "No idea."

"It's in the lot round the back of the library. It's the red ford in the back corner space."

"I know the place." said Tad

"OK. Now drive safe, but go and save Jennifer" said Jeff

"Thanks dude" Tad punched Jeff on the arm playfully "I'll make this up to you." he said as he turned and left, the door closing behind him.

"I know you will." said Jeff to Tad's departing back.

Jeff, went back to his lap-top and shut it down. He wandered around his room, doing a bit of aimless tidying. All the while he kept an eye on the door, expecting Tad to come springing back in again, having forgotten something.

Finally after an hour, he went to the main door and pushed the deadbolt over.

Then he went into his room and opened his closet. He went to the back of the closet and moved an empty suitcase. Behind it was a ventilation grill. He slipped the grill cover off and reached inside. He drew out 3 bags in quick succession. The first was an unmarked sports holdall, the second Tad's gym bag and the third, Tad's back-pack. He carried the bags into his bedroom.

He opened the holdall and pulled out a skin-colored mass. He shook the mass out and laid it out on the bed, where it became more recognisable as a deflated version of Tad. Jeff shucked his clothes off and sat on the bed at the head end of the Tad suit. He drew his legs up and then reached down to the head of the suit and gently, but firmly stretched the mouth of the suit wide. He slipped one foot and then the other inside the mouth of the suit.

He moved his legs further inside the suit, sliding them down through the inside of the torso of the suit and then down into the actual legs of the suit. He moved as quickly as he could, torn between prolonging the experience and wanting to experience the finished product. He pushed his left foot and then his right into the inside of the suits feet. He reached down with his hands and smoothed the suit into place, pushing his fingers in-between the toes of the suit. As the suit lined up with his own body, he felt it begin to bond to his own feet. He pulled the suit further up his body so the widely stretched mouth sat around his waist. He pulled the suit into place around both legs, feeling the thick muscle of Tad's calves bind to his skinny legs and enjoying the sensation of his new powerful thighs.

He forced his rock hard dick into the suit where it easily slid into Tads slightly thicker meatier dick. He started to jerk off, but then stopped at the sight of his own small hands wrapped around Tad's dick. He slid the suit further up his body and massaged his new six pack into place, taking care there were no air bubbles trapped under the suit. He put his hands behind him and checked his ass cheeks were firmly in place, then pulled hard on the suit sliding it further and further up his body. He slipped one arm and then another under the edge of the suit and carefully manoeuvred his slim arms inside his new muscular forearms and thick guns. With his hands in place, he heaved upwards with his whole body and the suit sprang into place around his pecs and upper body. The mouth of the suit was still stretched wide around his neck, but there was far less tension on the suit than there had been a minute ago. He rubbed and smoothed the suit into place over his upper body, feeling it bond to his own skin underneath.

He gently stroked a new nipple with his thumbnail and felt a shiver as the sensation was passed onto his own nipple. After a couple of minutes he knew he'd stop feeling like he was wearing a suit and it would feel just like his own body.

Satisfied his new body was firmly in place, he placed a couple of fingers from each hand under the corners of the mouth of the mask and stretched wide, lifting up at the same time and pulling his hands up and over his head, bringing the mask of the suit over his own head. He lost sight of his reflection for a few seconds as the mask of Tad's face swallowed his own. He felt the mask fall into place over his own face and with his eyes closed, he gently aligned the mask, pressing delicately around his eyes, nose and mouth. He waited for a minute or so, continuing to massage his face, head and neck. As he felt the mask bind to his skin, he opened his eyes, feeling a slight pop as the eyes of the suit opened. He rolled his neck, checking the feel of the suit and then stopped and looked at himself in the mirror.

Jeff ran his hands over his hot new body. It was only the second time he'd been in the suit and it was the first time he'd been able to fully appreciate how awesome it was to have a body like Tad's. His hands explored his body and it wasn't long before he was jerking himself. The small moans of appreciation he made weren't in his normal voice, but in Tad's deeper pitched voice and hearing himself groan in Tad's voice was too much for Jeff. He came powerfully, spurting cum all over his reflection. As he relaxed, he licked his fingers clean and smiled at himself.

"See dude." he said in Tad's voice "I told you I'd make it up to you"

His initial arousal satisfied, Jeff wiped himself down with his towel and opened Tad's hiking bag. As well as Tad's hiking gear that he'd taken to throw Tad off the scent, he'd also taken a few more classical jock items of clothing, an A&F polo, a shell necklace, Tad's leather wrist band. He got dressed in his new clothes, enjoying the feeling of his shirt straining over his new pecs. Once he was ready he turned on Tad's iPhone and checked into Grindr with the profile of Tad he'd set up earlier that morning. A quick browse showed Jeff a few interesting prospects and then he stopped in amusement. There was one picture of a buff jock body that was headless, it's owner trying to stay anonymous. But the picture had been taken in the guy's dorm room and behind him on the guy's desk was a folder Jeff recognised all to well. It was Jeff's and it held some study notes he'd leant, under pressure, to one of Tad's buddies, Zack. It as too good an opportunity to miss.

It didn't take long for Zack to take the bait once Jeff contacted him. Jeff as Tad pretended ignorance of Zack's real identity, instead acting like one straight acting jock trying to hide his attraction to another. He was soon fixed to go over to his mystery jock fuck for an afternoon of fun and games. Jeff smiled at how he was going to destroy Tad's reputation, while having plenty of hot sex in the process.

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“Fucker’s gonna be late, as usual” LaRon sighed as he leaned against the Winn-Dixie store wall, casually placing one foot on it careful to not let his fresh white Addis get scuffed. The sun was beaming on this late summer day and why he had chosen to wear jeans was beyond him. He thought to himself: “This kid’s got some damn good tree trunk legs… I ougtha not be ‘shamed to show ‘em off… hate to admit they beat my ol’ scrawny-ass legs… yeah, I oughta get used to shorts if I’m gonna be like this for a while.”

A beautiful black girl wearing shorts that only accented what nature had given her walked by, catching LaRon’s eye. Subconsciously, he let out a whistle. “Ay baby, what’s yo know-good taday?”

The girl pulled down her sunglasses and looked at him peculiarly. “I think you barkin ‘up da wrong tree honey.”

“That’s funny cuz you stopped ta look back at who’s makin all da ruckus.”

“Haha, and maybe if a chiuaua wasn’t yappin’ ta try to tap something he ain’t got no know-how how ta tap we’d work somethin’ out.”

The girl removed a buggy from the holding rack and proceeded to go inside while LaRon continued to watch her from his distance, never moving from his pose – his head just nonchalantly turned in her direction.

“Baby, I don’t know what a pretty boy like you is doin’ round in these parts tryna holla at girls wearing that shirt is up to, but if you tryna be cute it’s workin. Just be careful cuz there a lot of people round here who you can’t be funny with.” She saunters inside.

LaRon let a coy grin creep on his face. Even wearing this college-aged white kid’s body he still had his charm. Even wearing this queer-ass shirt he still could get some pussy. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice approaching him.

“You’ve got to be the craziest muddafuca I ever seen standing in that white body wearing a shirt like that outside of a ghetto food store.”

“I been haunting this spot for 35 years & I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand. People here ain’t bad like them white folks have you think they is. You know dat fool.”

“I hope you don’t mean that hand! Cuz the hand you have now ain’t never had to touch nothing that wasn’t catered!”

“You always got some jokes,” LaRon playfully punched and fought with his comrade.

“So what’s it like?”

“I’m hornier, I never thought that the sex drive between 35 and 24 was so different, butcha learn somethin’ everyday.”

“Yeah? You find some fresh man meat?”

“Shuddup fool. Just cuz Jonny here’s gay don’t mean that I got to be.”

“So why you wearing that gay-ass shirt?”

“Got to play the role dog. I been struggling all week tryna be dis kid. But since the incantation only joined our physical bodies and not our minds or souls, it’s hard tryna pass as him.”

“When you ready we can go back to my place and finish it. You fool his family and friends up in the Hills?”

“Yea, tho dey think I be talkin like dis because I listen ta too much rap or shit like dat.”

“Fuckin’ rich folk, once you got his memories, we can rob dem all blind from dey bank accounts & everythin.”

“Dey deserve it for hirin those lawyers to convict yo brother of rape. Classic tale o pretty white daughter can never tell a lie especially when she don’t wanna confess to bein a slut.”

“Yea man, your “sister,” is gonna get hers…”

As the two conspire, the woman from earlier comes out of the store carrying her bag. She hands LaRon the receipt and he takes it with his index and middle fingers. He looks at the back and realizes that she wrote her number on it. He puts his hands to his face, let’s out an audible grunt as the woman looks back. She quickly smiles and walks away.

“Daaaamn Ron! You tryna get some wit dat body already?”

“Hellz yea. This boy got a hella fine body. I’m thinkin dat instead of me transferrin back to my ol one I just run away wit you in dis one. And maybe bring dat girl. Haha” He starts to act cocky by tip-toeing around his friend.

Wayne stays still and looks amused. “Listen, Ron, there’s somthin’ I gotta tell you.”

“You attracted to me? It’s all good, I can see why.” He flexes and teasingly licks his bicep. “Always known you like you boys… especially the creamy ones haha.”

Ron lifts up his shirt, showing off a defined chest and abdomen.

Wayne blushes. “Ron, fuck, stop dat. You can’t be doin dat shit round here lookin like you do and uhhh.. dressed like day.. listen… the spell… “

“Yea man, what?” He pulls down his shirt.

“This next part, about joining your mind and soul to his body… dat means dat you become him.”

“Yea, the master plan.”

“No, it means you become everything he is.”

“Yeah, and we take all that is his and his thievin’ family.”

“Yes, but that also means… you will be everything that he is… even gay.”

“Nah man, dat can’t be it.”

“Ron it is. Either you take the next part of the spell and accept being him totally with you as the dominant personality… or let his personality come back with you along for the ride. I’m sorry man.”

“Ah, damn.” Ron tears the receipt in two and drops it to the ground. “All’s well dat ends well.”

“You takin this really good? I don’t kno whether you mad at me or not…”

“Life has a funny way sometimes… ‘sides… I never go without a fight. What’s important now is deliverin some justice… some real equity. “ He puts his hand on Wayne’s shoulder, making wane blush again.

But we ain’t got to do the spell tonight… right?”

“We gotta do it relatively soon Ron….”

“Fine.” LaRon picks up the receipt pieces. “But tonite, before I start using my talents and his body to please some boys… Imma get this chick… maybe trigger some new cravings in this body.”

The two smile knowingly at one another, and give each other a soulful dap and pound.

- Slick Psych