"The Best of Both Worlds"

By Nemo

"Dude are we going to waste all afternoon watching these guys play? You said we were just heading out to get some beer but we've been standing here like 20 minutes already." said Tyler leaning forward against the rail.

"Quit complaining. I got the beer didn't I?" said Cody, gesturing at the bag hanging off his wrist "I just want to get an idea of what the competition's going to be like."

"You need to lighten up a bit bro." said Tyler "It's only a friendly game of beach volleyball, not the Super Bowl, and I can think of plenty of other ways we could be spending the afternoon." He said as he began to grind his crotch against the rail.

"Jesus, you're such a horny little fucker!" laughed Cody "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that later. In the meantime, I don't care if it's just a 'friendly game', because you've got to play every game like it's the most important game of your life!"

Tyler, swung his head round to look directly at Cody, paused for a second and then cracked up laughing.

Cody stood puzzled "I don't get it. What's so funny?"

Tyler managed to stop laughing, although a couple of tears were still running down his cheeks. "Dude, you sounded just like Coach Jennings. That's exactly the sort of pep talk he used to give us before a game."

"Coach who?" asked Cody

"Coach Jennings. He retired the semester before you transferred in."

"Great so I remind you of some old dude. Should I get a walker to complete the look?" asked Cody

"No Bro, it wasn't like that. He took early retirement or some shit like that. He was only like fifty or something."

Cody turned and faced Tyler, the game going on below them forgotten. Cody ran his hand down his abs, flexing them as he did so. "I don't know dude, fifty still seems pretty old to me. I bet he didn't have a hot bod like mine."

Tyler reached out and touched Cody's chest lightly with a finger tip, following the line of his pecs "Well he wasn't a twenty year old stud like you, but actually the guy kept himself in good shape. He was an ex-marine I think, he always had a high and tight hair cut and he still worked out every day. In fact..." Tyler stopped.

"What?" asked Cody, with a slight tone of exasperation "In fact what??"

"In fact.... I always thought he was kind of hot." said Tyler, still running his finger over Cody's body.

Cody reached out and gripped Tyler by the wrist. Tyler automatically looked at Cody's face. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses, but Tyler thought he could see a twinkle of amusement in Cody's eyes.

"So..." said Cody "You've got a thing for muscle Daddy's is that it?" he asked

"Well I never really thought about it." said Tyler

"Doesn't mean it isn't true though." said Cody. He paused and then his entire posture changed. Instead of a laid back young jock he now stood ramrod straight like a Sergeant inspecting his platoon. "You see if you want to be disciplined, that can be arranged. Understand?" and like his posture his tone of voice had altered as well. He spoke quietly but in a fashion that made it clear his word was law.

A shiver of excitement ran down Tyler's spine and he gulped "Yes." he managed to say as he nervously licked his lips.

"Yes, what?" asked Cody, and now he sounded frankly dangerous, again not shouting, but fiercely controlled.

"Yes,... Sir?" asked Tyler, aware of how ridiculous that sounded, but also aware of how painfully hard his dick now was."

Cody grunted and then suddenly relaxed and he was back to being a young jock again. He gestured down at Tyler's shorts where the outline of Tyler's huge erection was clearly visible. "So, I take it you liked that?" he asked.

"Dude that was... that was something else." said Tyler "Wow, I had no idea you could be that scary. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I dated this actor guy at my last college and he was into role play, so he taught me a few tricks. I didn't realise you'd get so turned on by my Marine act. You know if you found that exciting, we could always....." he stopped "No forget it, it's a stupid idea."

"What?" asked Tyler "What's a stupid idea? If it's as hot as that last trick of yours I want to hear it."

"Well, my ex had another buddy who was into movie FX and he used to make these incredible masks and skin suits, like something out of Mission Impossible. I mean these weren't like some crappy Halloween masks, these were impossible to spot from the real thing."

Tyler looked disbelievingly at Cody "Come on dude, they can't be that good?"

Cody snorted "Dude you have no fucking idea, I could be wearing a suit and mask right now and you couldn't tell. I once spent an entire evening with my ex and it turned out to be his buddy in a mask he'd made of my ex. The two of them used to love pranking me like that."

Tyler shrugged, "OK so they were that good. What's your big idea that would be no good?"

"Well if you could get me some photos of your old Coach... Jenkins or whatever the guy's name was, then I could get myself a mask made and then you could get some alone time with your old Coach. What da ya think?"

"I think that's the craziest fucking thing I've ever heard." said Tyler "Of course, it's also the hottest thing I've ever heard, assuming you could pull off being Coach Jennings." he said, stressing the Coach's name.

Cody stiffened beside Tyler "Are you questioning my authority?" he asked, and once again it was scary Cody that asked the question. "Because if you are boy...." he left the sentence hanging.

"OK, OK" said Tyler and Cody again relaxed and grinned at Tyler. "Damm you're something else" said Tyler "You know whether or not you get that mask made, we've got to get back to the room now! I don't want to waste a second more of the day when you could be making me feel like that somewhere private."

"Sure. Listen you go and get the jeep and I'll wait here and watch the end of the game." and he tossed the keys to Tyler.

"I'll be five minutes." said Tyler as he left at a jog.

Cody watched him go. 'Well that had been an unexpected turn of events' he thought to himself. 'I thought I'd said goodbye to Coach Jennings when I slipped on the Cody suit, who knew that horny little fucker had the hots for me...' He ran a hand over his six-pack, feeling the suit move with his own body 'Looks like I'll be getting the best of both worlds'.

Party Night

The room shook; the dull thud, thud, thud of the bass rumbled around the room and Steve's head.

It was a Saturday night and Ryan Doolan, was upstairs having a party – AGAIN! "Fucking college jocks" Steve groaned under his breath. Looking out the window it was no surprise to see fifteen or so cars parked down the street and on the grass outside.

Of course Ryan had told him this morning that he'd be having a party tonight. He stood there in his long shorts and vest; he was a big tall guy, built as well, perfect for the basketball team. He filled most of the door frame ad he looked down at Steve.

"Yeah, it will be kicking off about nine tonight. You're welcome to come of course and I promise to keep the noise down, I know it got a little out of hand last time." He yawned.

"Thanks." Steve replied in a tone wasted on the towering jock.

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It was now 1am and the noise hadn't dropped in fact it had gotten worse.

It's true he could have called the police again as he did before but it was pointless, he thought he'd sorted out the late night parties but Ryan had made him pay for snitching, for the following three weeks he'd made Steve's life a misery.

But tonight Steve had a plan to undermine and humiliate Ryan.

In the bathroom Steve mixed a mysterious blue milky liquid, topping it up with vodka in a couple of 2 litre bottles He intercepted a couple of Ryan's friends and gave them a bottle each for the party telling them it was a special mix. They tried it and liked the sharp bite of the spirit.

Steve only had to wait knowing that the addictive qualities of the drink would mean that they would be reluctant to share, and they needed to drink a lot for it to work.

The party was still going on at three, but Steve was waiting patiently by the window, waiting and watching.

Finally there was a commotion outside, and Steve watched as the two jocks he'd spoken to earlier stumbled out onto the grass outside and collapsed.

He walked outside and rolled one of the jocks over, he was still holding onto one of bottles, over half of the milky blue liquid was gone. Resting his foot on the guys stomach he pushed gently, the jock made no sound but a milky blue liquid escaped from his mouth and nose, running down his face. The other guy was much the same although he'd almost finished the whole bottle.

Grabbing a foot from each of the jocks Steve let out a grunt as he pulled them into his apartment. Dragging them into the bathroom he flopped each of them over the rim of the bath, and leaned on their backs as more and more of the liquid spewed out of their mouths. It wasn't long before the two of the them were completely empty lifeless skins.

Steve lifted up one of the heads of the jocks looking in the lifeless empty eyes, "Fuck the formula had worked perfectly, two down and many more to go."

With little effort Steve stripped the guys of their clothes, finding their ID's in their pockets, he mused for a moment "Ok, Todd Mickle, Jonah Hall who's going to be the lucky guy?" Todd was 21 whereas Jonah was 19, a good ten years younger than Steve but he reminded himself that these guys were just tools to connect with other more influential jocks.

Biting his lip a little, Steve looked at each of the deformed, drooping faces as he held them by the scruffs of the neck. A grin appeared on Steve's face as he dropped Todd, "It's your lucky day Jonah." Steve brushed back the thick black hair of the young jock and left the bathroom dragging Jonah behind him.

There was a lot of snapping noises like elastic and cussing coming from the bedroom, only a couple of minutes later a restored Jonah returned to the bathroom scratching the thick mop of hair on his head. Limping and hopping a bit he pulled on his dick, "Chafes a bit." He groaned. Jonah, admittedly with Steve on the inside threw Todd into the bathtub, and started pulling on Jonah's jeans and polo, Steve wriggled a bit pulling Jonah's jeans down to a familiar sag. Grabbing a bottle, Jonah filled it up with the milky blue fluid topping it up with vodka. Performing a final check in the mirror, he returned to the party.

Jonah worked his way around the jocks who were making most of the noise, getting them to try this new drink, they all loved it of course. They even used it in their game of beer-pong, and it wasn't long before they were looking for a quiet spot to rest.

Finding Ryan wasn't a big problem either, just had to look for the cocky jerk mouthing off about how great he was and how the team would most certainly fail without him.

Jonah filled up Ryan's plastic cup with the liquid and he sniffed it looking at Jonah suspiciously, but without hesitation Jonah took a big gulp knowing that he'd be safe with low quantities. Grinning Ryan chugged the lot down and held out his cup for more, of course Jonah kept filling it up.

It was only 20 minutes later when Ryan stumbled falling to the floor, his eyes were glazing over; Jonah put his arm around the heavy jock and like a good friend took him somewhere quiet, his bedroom. He reassured all his friends that he'd be back very soon, like a new man!

Strangely enough Ryan returned a while later and of course all his friends were pleased to see him, Jonah? nobody saw him for the rest of the party.

Promise

Tony stood there holding Adam with tears in his eyes. They had been dating ever since they were 14 and after 4 years together it finally came to this… the goodbye. It wasn’t by choice but Adam’s parents had gotten a job offer across the country. “It’s… not… fair…” Tony managed to spit out between sobs, gripping Adam tighter with each sob. “I know babe” Adam kissed Tony’s forehead gently, “I’ll figure something out… I promise. Here.” He took a strange looking pearl out from his pocket, “keep this with you and I promise we’ll be together soon.” Tony looked up “How… do you… know?” He managed to sniffle out.

A car horn interrupted them; Adam’s parents were ready to leave. Adam kissed Tony passionately one last time before reluctantly releasing him from his embrace. “I’ll see you around, ‘k?” And he jumped in the car before finally allowing himself to cry.

After a couple days of driving, Adam decided it was finally time; he grabbed a matching pearl from his pocket and mumbled something under his breath before passing out.

When he awoke he was in a home on the beach, definitely something new for him. “Did it work?” he said aloud, reaching a hand for his throat, surprised at how much deeper his voice was. He felt so much… bigger now. He flexed a bicep and smirked deviously to himself while he caught a picture of his reflection. “Oh yeah it definitely worked…” he mumbled to himself while exploring the home a little more, catching a photo of his “new” self on the table.

 
Damn he was sexy… he ran a hand down his cobbled abs as he reached into his boxers and fondles his new rod for a bit… Man he loved how much bigger everything was!

Okay now, to finish his plan, he pulled out his phone and called up “Chris” and invited him over. Chris arrived within 10 minutes and was wondering what was up. “Oh… you’ll see…” Adam said outloud licking his lips while admiring Chris up and down. “Dude, the fu-“Adam started chanting and Chris froze mid-sentence, a look of terror clear in his eyes. Adam finished the chant and caught Chris as he fell to the ground and lay him down on the bed, anxiously waiting for him to awaken.

What seemed like forever had passed before a moan finally escaped Chris’ lips. “Wh-what happened?” A look of surprise crossed Chris’ face as he reached for his throat, before looking up and seeing the new Adam standing there. “Hey stud” Adam said before leaning across the bed and kissing Chris. “Wh- how?” Adam smiled. “I told you babe, we’d be together soon!” Tony smiled in his new body before kissing Adam back. Damn he was a great kisser, must be the bodies’ muscle memories? Tony leaned back and posed in a way he knew would drive Adam crazy.

 
Damn this was driving Adam crazy; this new body must have a high sex drive! He was so horny and could barely contain it anymore before going in for another kiss as he began to lay Tony down…

Rugby Challenge

By Gary Travis

It was half time at the rugby game when I got a phone call. It was Jamie Foz one of the players on the team I was supporting.

“Hey Foz” I said, “how come your not playing tonight?”

“Injured last weekend, fell down hard in a tackle and hurt my knee, I'm only out for a week, but it’s the first game at our new stadium, we cant loose.” he replied.

“I need to get out there, they are going to loose this game, hove you seen Laffati’s kicks?”

Foz and Laffiti were competitive against each other as they both had the same goal, they both played the same position, but Laffiti was usually the sub in case Foz got injured.

“He has missed every kick, If I was out there then I’d of got every one! We’d be winning now” he said.

“How are you going to get out there” I asked.

“Well, if I can get into Laffati’s body I can win the game”

“Foz, I can get you into Laffati’s body, you know I can, but that means a week out of your own body, me never returning to my current body and me ending up with Laffiti’s body for life. I have offered you a swap before and you have never acted upon it, so why now.” I asked.

“We can’t loose this game, plus being away from being me will do me good while you look after it and get it better. I am sure you are willing to help out the team”

Before I could answer, I heard the beeps on his phone and then felt the anticipated drain as my body vanished and was teleported next to Foz on the side lines.

“So, you have decided then.” I said to him.

“Yep we have to do this for the team.”

“Ok.” I said.

FOZ

LAFFATI

“Right Foz, I am going to stand behind you, put my hands on your shoulders, this will make me invisible to everyone but you, it also enables a transference system. The next player you touch I will take control of. You’ll feel uncomfortable as my body travels through yours and into Laffits’s when I will then take control of him.” I explained.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and I was turned invisible. Foz began to walk down the tunnel towards the players changing rooms where he knew all the players would now be getting their pep talk from the coach. As he walked down the seemingly never ending corridor with me closely following in his foot steps, I heard chanting, chatting and singing, I eagerly awaited the thrill of my next body swap. My cock was already beginning to throb and swell at the thought of the excitement.

Outside stood Dixon he was the teams best try scorer last season, but today he hadn’t managed a single point. He started chatting to Foz and told him he was planning a little prank. Without thinking Foz shook his hand.

Dixon

That was the moment it happened, literally a moment, a split second almost. The moment Foz’s hand touched Dixons was the moment of pleasure, pain, and uncontrollable emotion. That second my cock became harder than ever before, travelled into Foz’s bottom and he sucked me inside him. I felt Foz’s pain, I felt his memories merge with mine, I felt Foz’s cock get hard and begin to orgasm, then I felt despair as all of Foz’s feelings left my grasp and I began to sense new feelings, new emotions, a new sense of surroundings, new memories as I entered Dixons body and took instant control of him.

Foz hadn’t even realised what had happened until I spoke to him in a way that Dixon wouldn’t normally.
“Shit Foz, you didn’t get to Laffati, your going to have to become Dixon now.”

“Great!” He said, “Never played in centre before, not sure I can still do this.”

“Foz,” I said “Nothing I can do, the transference has begun, you are the key to it now and I can’t switch again, its Dixon or Dixon, no other way. Maybe in the future I can get you into Laffati, but it has to be Dixon for this week.”

“Well if I have no choice then I will have to do it, maybe I will enjoy playing centre, maybe we can still win.” Foz replied.

“Foz, I slipped some small pills into your coat pocket earlier.”

“Ok” he said and he reached into his pocket and handed me a pill bottle.

“Foz we need to go some where private for a few minutes.” I followed him to the gym, “no one would be in there.” he said. He was right there wasn’t.

“Dixon,” He said, “I'm scared.”

“Don’t worry.” I said,  “It will all be over soon. Just think, at least when you win the game tonight for the team you will be Dixon, able to enjoy knowing you were part of it, I will be you, knowing I wasn’t part of it!”

He soon cheered up and said “lets get on with it.”

I gave him one pill and told him to swallow it, I took one too and we stood looking at each other.

A bright light shone around our bodies and seemed to encompass us together in a spiralling swirling motion. Our backs arched backwards and our arms were thrown our backs, then a greenish glow emerges from our chests we watch as we become lifeless. Foz’s soul wraps around Dixons and the two seem to battle between each other, before calming and slowing down then shooting into the other body.

That bit was painful and caused us both to jolt forwards and almost bang our heads. Some how we managed to prevent it and ended up in a hugging position.

That was it, it was all over, well almost! Foz was now inside Dixon and I was inside Foz, the injured player on the side lines, Dixon was about to go out and smash the opposition.

My body of course had taken itself elsewhere – back to the stands, forgetting its switching powers and being controlled by a unknowing Dixon.

Dixon who will never return to who he was as I was not allowed to posses a body I had once owned.

The new Dixon went onto win the game with four tries and the result was 38-10. Laffati managed one goal kick, and missed the rest again!

Dixon was mad at him, but was thrilled to be able to make the team win, he enjoyed his night in his new body and the rest of the week. I of course had seven more nights until I got the body I had wanted for years. One more pill and I would be finally where I wanted.

Taking the captains life

by Warhawk

When I first saw Luke in criminal justice class I envied him. Perfect looks, athletic body, girls (and guys) want him, and he is captain of the soccer team.

I read online about switching lives with people but I thought it was all just stories. Until I came across this site of this local shop who said on their website they had a way to swap with people.
I drove to the store, about an hour from my house. It was a small store looked run down so I walked up and went in.

The store was filled with old stuff looks from all over the world and some strange things.

A young man walked up to me must have been my age,around 25,and greeted me.

"welcome what are you looking for today?" he said

"hey, I saw online that you have a way to swap bodies with someone..." I looked down at the ground looking embarrassed
"yeah man I have ways to do it, how you think I look like this haha!" he exclaimed

We talked for a while as he showed me his family was native American originally and they had ways of swapping with people to get close to enemies to attack or be healthy again.

He gave me a small bottle filled with liquid enough for what looks to be two shots, sorry being in college we always measure everything in shots.

He instructed to pour one shot in a drink for the person I want to swap with and the other I drink. It would take 4 hours to go into effect.

I offered money but he declined saying this would be free to help me out in a time of need.

I thanked him and headed back to campus for class.

All through criminal justice I sat next to Luke trying to think of a way to get him to drink it but I couldn't find a way to make him.
Class ended and Luke headed to the gym for his daily workout, I followed and stayed in the locker room when he changed and headed to the restroom for a quick pee.

I saw his water bottle and poured the shot in it quickly and left.
I quickly took my shot and headed to my next classes which would last a few hours and I would be back in time to see the friendly match against our sister college where Luke would be leading as always.

***3 1/2 hours later***

I walked back to the field and saw Luke relaxing before the game. I started to feel faint and everything went black.
Next thing I knew I was being splashed with water and people around me.

"Luke you gave us a scare man, it seems you and James both passed out at the same time... Did you both take something?" another player said.

"nah man I'm good must have been some food at the snack bar... Give us some room I'll help James back to the stands and get some water" I stammered sounding out of it.

I stood up and noticed my body was amazing, I lifted my shirt showing my six pack. I walked over to my former body, which was not fat just with a beer belly and just plain looking.

I woke him up and immediately Luke looked scared seeing himself, I decided to play it off and ask him "dude what happened how did we swap?"

"idk man guess it was a random occurrence but it's ok I am tired of playing soccer and being the hot jock everyone thinks is easy to get with. This is a dream come true and I can simply be normal and not be worried about scholarships and staying in college as the captain, enjoy the spotlight I am going to be you and be normal and hook up with guys." he stated

I was shocked to hear this and Luke and I talked for a while and we both found out we both hated being ourselves and wanted to be the other. Luke was secretly gay and wanted to live in the public and I was closeted bi so I wanted the best of both worlds. He explained who he hooks up with guys and girls then he went to the stands.

I headed to the locker room and stripped down to Luke's, I mean my jockstrap and started to put my uniform on.

At that moment Jordan, the goalie, walks in and walks right up to me and kisses me right on the lips.

I was in shock but it felt so good.

"let's win today and there will be more in the after game party" he said walking away as others start to come in.

I knew this was going to workout great.

I got my uniform on and went out to the field.

The game went well we won the friendly and I got the game winning goal.

Jordan and I walked back to the dorms and he pushed me down on the bed and pulled my shorts off and jock off.

He began kissing and massaging me all over finally getting to my new cock now fully hard.

I sat back and all I could think is this is going to be the most amazing life ever idk why Luke didn't want it anymore.

Caption This! (11th Feb)

Back by popular demand!

If you want to submit a photo by email, use this link. Only one photo per email please, can’t guarantee they will be used or when they will be used though..

Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

The Locker room; Curtis scrolled through the stats on the on the phone as he sat in the darkened room. It was hot, damp with a musky smell in the air from its many previous boxing competitors.

Billy, Curtis’s trainer was unusually quiet as he roughly massaged oil into Curtis’s muscular shoulders, something didn’t feel right as he caught the sight of Bill’s eyes in the reflection in the phone.

Suddenly some guys burst through the door, Curtis tried to stand by Billy pushed him to the bench again…

“What if…”

The Toy

I blinked and opened an eye, throwing my arm across the bed it came down with a low thud, my hand explored the firm muscular pecs covered in soft fur, its owner simply let out a groan.

Turning I looked at the heavy set body of Jack laying next to me, thick muscles and shoulders, a perfect specimen. I blew gently in his ear, and his hand raised to scratch the irritation, his bicep swelled as he blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

Reaching up I rested my palm on his short black hair, tracing it down his sideburns to finally resting it under his chin. With a gentle motion I turned his head to face mine. He blinked again, his thick expressive eyebrows raised as if questioning. I simply smiled and he relaxed again, his full lips parted into a lazy smile.

“Can you get me a coffee buddy?” I asked.

With a slow smile he sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled on some of my boxers turning he gave me a cheeky wink, he knew how much I liked that.

Standing he slowly walked to the door; he was watching me in the mirror, and with a grin he rolled his massive shoulders forward, grasping his outstretched hands in front of him spreading his broad back.

I bit my lip as he swung his hands above his head, tensing and shivering slightly. With a gasp he dropped his arms and left the room. My dick was hard, he was always teasing me!

I’d dozed off again somehow and was woken again by Jack sitting on the side of the bed gently stroking my ear. I opened my eyes and smiled as he offered me a hot cup of coffee.

“I’m so lucky I found you Jack.”

He smiled and simply gave me a thumbs up.

“How long has it been now?”

He looked thoughtful as he started to count on his fingers, I loved watching him when he was thinking about stuff. With a smile he held up an open hand and a little finger from the other.

“Six years?” I asked?

He nodded with a smile.

“I wish you could talk.” I said with a soft smile on my face. He looked at me, and then down at the floor. I reached out with my hand gently touching his soft stubbly cheek lifting his face. His eyes lifted to look into mine, a puckered frown on his face.

“Even so, you are perfect.” With that he beams a smile.

There was a ring at the front door, I started to get up but Jack just wagged his finger at me. He tapped himself on his furry pecs and then flicked his thumb other his shoulder to the door silently mouthing ‘I’ll go.’ He left the room again.

Sipping on the coffee I heard the postman talking. Moments later Jack came back into the room, only this time he looked exactly like me.

He smiled; perfectly mimicking my grin before handing me the post. I gave him the same grin back and pulled him onto the bed, sitting next to me.

I looked into the my own reflection that was Jack, who looked away nervously biting his lip, another one of my habits.

“So it’s the weekend, what mischief should we get up to?” I asked.

He looked back, with a thoughtful look, and rubbed my morning stubble still on his face.

He raised a finger as an idea came to him, and I watched as my buddy melted before my eyes and reformed into a beautiful blonde, still wearing my underwear. With puckered lips “Jack” thrusted his hips back and forth slapping his pert ass.

“Nah, not today”

He changed back into the Jock I woke up with, slowly rubbing his pecs in thought.

“Do you think we can go down the gym together?” I asked.

A sly grin formed on his face as he rubbed his belly.

“Yeah, that’s the way.” I said with a grin.

I picked up some printed papers I had left on the table next to the bed and flipped through them stopping at one, I showed it to Jack and looked carefully at it and nodded.

Jack kicked my underwear off and got onto the bed and I stood up finishing my coffee as I watched him lay out in the middle of the bed.

I watched as his shape slowly lost it’s definition, becoming flatter and spreading out and changing colour into a black shiny surface.

Climbing onto the bed I laid in its centre, it was warm almost sticky and then I felt it start to move, up my legs, stretching around my thighs and feet. It worked its way up my torso until it covered me completely, it felt tight and warm to my skin.

Getting up from the bed I walked over to the mirror only to see a faceless, muscular body covered in a matte black alien substance.

I felt Jack move again, and I blinked a couple of times as my reflection changed.

This time my reflection was a muscular guy with a tanned skin. I smiled at my new reflection, and I felt a warmness inside as Jack’s pleasure washed over me.

I walked back to the papers on the table and looked at the the one I’d shown Jack. I was a perfect duplicate of the picture. I turned to the next picture and smiled at the heavy built jock with the furry pecs; the guy Jack had chosen to be for last night.

Teacher's Pet

“Alright, can anyone tell me the answer to this problem?” Mr. Smith turned to face the class, glancing at the bored faces before his gaze rested on Dylan. “Ah yes, Mr. Summers, why don’t you come show the class how to work this problem?” “Yeah sure, whatever.” Dylan got up and trudged slowly to the board. “The answer is -5”, and with that he returned to his seat. Dusty Smith knew his student was bright, but was the typical athlete; not wanting anyone to know he excelled in his ‘nerdy’ classes.

Dylan glanced at the clock, 2:30. He sighed, 30 more minutes of torture before he could go home. He wasn’t agonized by the subject itself, but rather that he had to hide his passion for it. He was an abomination; Lord knows how relentless his punishment would be if his schoolmates discovered he were one of ‘them’, the nerds. Heh, if only they knew that he himself wanted to be a math teacher when he grew up.

The bell rang, “Alright class, don’t forget that your chapter problems are due Monday, have a great weekend! Oh and Mr. Summers, may I speak with you for a moment?” Dylan sighed, of course he wanted to talk with him, same thing every time.

Mr. Smith began to speak, blah blah blah, why doesn’t he apply himself more… why doesn’t he take the class more seriously…

“Look, I appreciate the talk and all, but I’m fine with how things are.” Dylan sighed, “’sides, even if I wasn’t, it’s not like there is much I could do anyways…” and with that he began to trudge out of the classroom.

“Oh, and one more thing Mr. Summers?” Dylan sighed and responded “What?” “What if I told you there was something that could be done about your current situation?” Dylan smirked, obviously just a teacher trying to pick his student up when he seemed down. “Heh, sure! I’d just love that” Dylan rolled his eyes. Mr. Smith smiled all too knowingly, “Alright, fine have a seat.” And with that he reached into his personal bag he brought with him into school every day and pulled out two metal bracelets with some strange carvings engraved into them; amongst them was a what appeared to be a “+” sign and the other had a “-“ sign. “Put this on” he instructed of Dylan and handed him the “+” bracelet then placed the “-“bracelet on his arm opposite then looked down at Dylan. “Look me in the eyes.” “What? Why?” “Just do it!” Dylan sighed, knowing he had no choice but to go along with this charade before lifting his gaze to meet Mr. Smith’s face when he suddenly passed out.

“Well hello there handsome” a familiar voice awoke Dylan. “Mnnn” Dylan moaned, feeling strange and a little groggy, “What happened?” Dylan gasped, placing a hand to his throat; that wasn’t his voice. He looked up to see his own face reflected back at him, “I switched our bodies” it said with a cocky smile, slowly raising his arm into a tight muscle. “What? How?” Dylan managed to gasp in heed of his head pulsing.

His body smiled cockily back at him lifting its shirt up and feeling its chiseled abdomen, allowing a small groan to be released. “Just enjoy being a teacher for a while, pursuing your passion, and being independent… If you don’t like it after a couple weeks I’ll switch right back with you, promise!” his body winked at him, but uh… for now… I’m going to see what kind of fun I can get into this weekend…”

Tyler Time

By Lord Wilmore

That’s Tyler, luckiest bastard in the whole town. Football player, he could get all the ladies around but sticks with one, Clara. I was so jealous of him, handsome, tall, muscular and intelligent; he had everything to dream of. HAD… Everything changed after a strange encounter I had in the locker room.

It was Monday, first school day of 2012. I had a long and painful day, I wasn’t the most popular guy in college and, in fact, had barely any friends my small height and baby face didn’t help me socialize with the other grown up jocks and ladies. I was one of those punk kids with mediocre grades since all my empty time was spent smoking weed and drinking, few friends. I had a 2 hour class at 8 in the morning and then my other class was at 4, leaving me 6 hours of time to waste. I couldn’t go back home since my mother stayed there and I wouldn’t be able to peacefully smoke. I decided to find a spot and waste myself but I couldn’t find a calm one. I decided to go to the locker room, our college locker room is quite big, a lot of place to hide, and would be empty on first day.

I walked to the dead end of the locker room. I was about to open my backpack when I heard some someone. I hid myself behind the laundry basket just in time to see Tyler, only covered by a towel, reach his shampoo bottle from his locker.

The sight of his naked body made my member harden. I wasn’t especially gay, maybe bisexual, but Tyler was the only guy that had such effect on me.

He went for the showers; I knew I had about half an hour before he would be back. I dropped my backpack and jumped to his locker. I opened it and found his casual clothes: a wine red tee, a plaid shirt and some jeans. Grabbing the red undershirt, I brought the armpits to my face and smelled Tyler’s masculine scent. My dick was begging for release. Without thinking, I then removed my clothes and dressed up with Tyler’s; first boxers, then pants, tee and, finally, the shirt. I was submerged with confusion and, I decided to return home, so I could ease my raging boner. As I exited the locker room, I didn’t understand why Tyler’s friends were all waving at me. I guess it was because of the clothes: they must be asking themselves why I am wearing his clothes and carrying his backpack. I understood everything when I looked at myself in one of the glass door.

“The Statement of X--- Y--- Z---" By Seuzz

Hundreds. It's gotta be in the hundreds. I mean, look at me, I'm in my fifties, I've been doing it for more than forty years, never anyplace for more than a week at a time. Well, maybe I spent a month or two in a really good situation, and I didn't really start seriously crawling people until I was out of high school. Too hard to do it before then. But let's say thirty years, twenty changes a year, that's what, six hundred situation? Like I say, it's in the hundreds.

Yeah, that's right. "Crawling." That's my word for it, as in "I crawl into people and crawl out of them." Or like a pub crawl. It's a change of situation. I dunno when I started calling it that. Probably after being in some rugby player or football hooligan doing the aforementioned pub crawl.

No, I never used that word with friends. I ain't got any. No friends of my own, I mean. I've had plenty of friends while I was crawling guys, but you know, shoot, you don't say anything to them about what you're doing.

Although once ... Eh, let it drift. Maybe I'll tell you about that later. After we've, uh, gotten to trust each other a little more.

Oh, please. Don't ask stupid questions. No one ever "just knows" that they can do something. You gotta find out the first time you do it. Yeah, I can tell you about my first crawl.

I was about seven years old, I guess. Second year in public school. Shitty school. I guess I'd always been kind of sensitive. I bruised easy. If I didn't get picked to play on a team, or I got a wrong answer in the classroom, it hurt. No one seemed interested in me, either. They all had their friends, and I was just the extra kid or something. No one paid any attention to me.

Except for one kid. Billy Resch was his name, and I was his project. He knew I was sensitive--oh, hell, I guess everyone knew it, but he took a special interest in me. Oh, such delight he took in tormenting me. He wasn't even very clever about it. I realized that, eventually. He just knew he only had to look at me, to let his contempt ooze out, and he could upset me. Like I said, I bruised easily. He would tell me that the other kids hated me, and I'd believe him. Isn't that sick? I don't mean that he was sick for saying so. I mean, I was sick for believing it.

No, he didn't physically abuse me. He was about my size, we were probably about the same strength. He wasn't a fighter and I wasn't either. But one day we did get in a fist fight, and that's how I found out I could crawl people.

I don't remember what set it off. Something stupid, I'm sure. I was probably complaining about the cafeteria food, because he was making fun of the food I liked. You wanna know how pathetic his teasing was? One time--and maybe it was even this one time--he made fun of me for liking "boiled potatoes." That's what he said. His lip curled and his eyes rolled back and he said, "You like boiled potatoes" as though that was the silliest thing in the world. I don't even think I said anything about liking potatoes, but that's all he had to do, was sneer out a line, something as silly as that, and I would just go to pieces.

So, I dunno what he said on that particular day, but it was something. We were alone, out behind the garbage dumpsters. I guess he'd followed me out there. Anyway, he said something in that sneering way of his. And this time, I got angry, seriously angry, and I jumped him. I got him under me, and we were rolling around. He tried fighting, but then he just gave up and lay there, with me sitting on his stomach. He grinned up at me, and he said "You like touching me."

And then I did flip out. I wanted to shove those words back down inside him, I wanted to push them down into his chest and smother them there. So I clamped my hands over his mouth and I pressed down hard. I was crying, probably, and I know I could hardly think straight. I just kept pushing and pushing and squeezing and pushing. And I was feeling lightheaded, too, and dizzy, but I just kept hanging onto that thought, to push the words inside him with my own hands. And I was pushing so hard I lost all feeling in my own hands and arms and shoulders, and I remember feeling myself falling. It seemed to go on forever, and for only a split second, at the same time.

And then, suddenly, I was looking up at the sky. I was on my back and I was feeling bruised, like someone had been beating me up. I sat up, and it felt kind of funny when I did, but then I saw it was because I was wearing long pants. I should have been wearing short pants. And I looked down at those pants and at my shoes and at my shirt, and I realized they weren't mine.

Except suddenly they were. It was like being touched on the back of the head. I felt Billy Resch touch me on the back of my head, and I spun around, but he wasn't there. He was in the back of my skull. I felt him there, I felt all of his thoughts and memories, right there. They were very tender, they felt new, but I knew whose they were. I knew who I was. I didn't have to look in a mirror. I knew I was Billy Resch.

Still, it felt very funny as I walked back across the playground to the school building. My feet didn't feel like they were touching the ground, and my head seemed to be revolving. I wondered if I'd see me--the real me--somewhere off by a wall, crying, but of course I didn't. I went inside and went to the boys' bathroom and looked in the mirror, and there, just as I'd expected, was Billy Resch staring back at me from the mirror. I stared and he stared, and I guess both of us--me and my reflection--looked really wooden.

And then I let my face relax, and it was the most wonderful thing. Because then I really did look just like Billy Resch. I had that horrible glint in my eye, and the side of my mouth went up like this. And I made a little smirk and I said something in his soft, snake-like voice, something he would say to me. "You like boiled potatoes," probably.

And oh my God what a rush it gave me. I instantly thought of something nasty I could say to this one girl in the class that neither Billy or I liked, so I went sauntering out to find her, and I said it to her, and she chased me and hit me. And then I went off to hang around with some of the other boys. It turned out that they didn't like Billy all that much either, and Billy knew it, but he didn't let it bother him. He'd just jeer and horse around with them, so that's what I did. They called me names and I called them names back, and when they didn't pick me to play a ball game with them I went over to the swing set and said some more nasty things to some of the girls. I felt so pleased with myself. It was the kind of thing that made Billy feel good, and because I was being Billy, it made me feel good too.

Oh yeah, of course the teacher noticed I was missing. Right after recess. She took roll and asked where I was, and I used Billy Resch to say that I'd run home crying to my mommy. I guess they did some kind of search. I didn't care. I was having too much fun. After school I took Billy's bus home, where I messed up his room and got in all kinds of trouble with his mom. Billy had a nasty mind, and I let all his nastiness out of him, did all the things that he himself didn't dare to do.

Why are you asking that? You've read the statements, you know the people I crawl can remember everything. Of course he knew what was happening. Well, I didn't worry about it at the time. I told you, I was only seven, and it was all brand new to me.

No, it never occurred to me. Well ... I say that, but it's been a long time. I don't remember what occurred to me or not. I do know I was probably about twelve or thirteen before I sat down and told myself that no one else could crawl other people, that it was probably my own unique gift. I did get scared that someone would figure out what I'd done, that I was inside Billy Resch, but that's-- That's just like every kid whose afraid he'll be found out for doing something wrong.

Of course I knew it was wrong. But he deserved it, and I was having fun giving him what he deserved.

The next day, after lunch. I snuck away into a corner of the playground near some big trees where I wouldn't be seen. I didn't know if I could do it, but I figured that if I could put myself into someone I could pull myself out. So I did. It was ... Well, it was an out of body experience, I guess you could say. I feel weak and light-headed when I come out of someone, because I'm shaking off all their memories and personalities and stuff. I don't know what it "feels" like to come out of someone, any more than I know what it feels like to go inside them. It's kind of like vomiting. It happens all at once, and you feel kind of displaced when it happens. Anyway, I was back on the ground pretty quick without a lot of worry. Billy was laying beside me. I was staring at him when he opened his eyes. Oh, they were so big when he clapped them on me. I was shaking all over, but I managed to say "If you ever, ever--" I didn't even have to what he ever might do. I just said "If you ever, then I'll do it to you again." And he knew just what I meant. That I'd go back inside him.

He ran off. I never talked to him again.

Really? I didn't know that. Do you have any idea how long-- No, I wouldn't know that. I do know he quit the school early, but he was probably still attending for ... at least a few weeks after I crawled him? He moved his desk to the other side of the room, I remember that. And he totally avoided me.

I guess by the fact that you have a folder there with his name on it, that you know all about Billy Resch and what I did to him. Is that his side of the story in there? I'd love to read what he had to say about it.

Suit yourself. I guess it doesn't matter much to me. It looks like the hour is almost up. Same time tomorrow?

"From boys to men...." by Nemo

As Jim let himself into his house he stopped. He could hear voices, but there shouldn't have been anyone home. His son Travis was meant to have headed off on a trip with his two best friends. Jim closed the front door quietly and made his way silently into the house. The voices, and there seemed to be two of them, were coming from the Den. Jim crept to the door of the Den and then suddenly, pulled it open.

Jim's sudden entrance stopped the conversation, but neither of the two occupants of the room seemed surprised. Instead it was Jim who was dumbstruck. Standing in front of him were Travis' best friends, Austin and Scott. The two boys seemed to have made themselves feel right at home as they were drinking Jim's best Scotch and smoking some of his finest cigars.

Jim put his briefcase down with a thump and Austin looked him straight in the eye and smiled at him. Austin lifted his left hand, the black fabric of his Tee-shirt straining around his biceps, and took the cigar from his mouth.

"Hey Jim, glad you could you join us. Now we can get this party started." said Austin.

"What the..!" Jim caught himself, the habits of years just stopping him from cursing out the two boys. He took a couple of slow deliberate breaths before he thought he could control himself and then slowly spoke. "OK boys. This is obviously some sort of prank and I admit you got me, but your funs over. Where's Travis, I thought you were all leaving town for your trip this afternoon?"

"Travis is waiting for us in the motel where we said we'd spend the first night." said Scott, trying to talk around the thick cigar he had in his mouth. He gave up and took it out "You see, old goody-two-shoes Travis doesn't need to know about tonight Jim."

Jim exploded with anger "You will call me Mr Donaldson or sir, while you are under my roof. I will have some respect!" and he went to grab the drink out of Scott's hand, only to find Austin in the way. Austin calmly but firmly gripped Jim by the wrist. Jim tried to shake him off and then realised that he couldn't. He brought his free hand round, but Scott grabbed that wrist and a sudden icy calm washed over Jim as he realised that the two 'boys' were now men and he was physically at their mercy.

"Now, now. Temper Jim, temper." said Austin as he gently, but firmly twisted Jim's arm behind his back. Scott did likewise and then handed the wrist he was holding over to Austin. Austin easily held both Jim's wrists in one of his big meaty hands and he threw his free arm around Jim's chest. Jim was now held pinned against Austin's body, he briefly struggled, but the squeeze Austin exerted on his wrists sent pain shooting up his arms and he stopped moving.

"That's better." said Austin in Jim's ear "Now as my buddy Scott said, Travis has got nothing to do with this little party. We told him we were having car trouble and he's waiting patiently for us to join him tomorrow. We didn't think he'd be quite as excited by tonight as we are."

"Wha..what do you mean?" asked Jim, finding his voice again after the shock of the last few seconds. "What is going on? What do you want?"

"Well that's easy Jim." Said Scott "We want some of what our dad's have been getting."

Jim's mind raced furiously as he tried to make sense of Scott's cryptic statement. He shied away from the most obvious explanation, sure that his secret was buried deeply enough for there to be no possibility of the boys talking about...  that.

"Cat got your tongue?" asked Austin, quietly in Jim's ear interrupting Jim's internal turmoil. "You don't have to think about it too hard. You know what we're talking about..."

"I... I don't. I don't know what you mean." said Jim

"Come on Jim." Said Scott "There's no point in playing dumb, I found my dad's secret diary. We all know what you three get up to on 'Poker' nights. I want a piece of the "best cock-sucker in the county", and that's exactly how my dad describes you."

"Yeah Jim." said Austin as he pulled Jim firmly back against his groin and began to rub himself up and down against Jim's butt "We know what you can do and we want some!"

Jim sagged, his secret was out. He didn't even bother trying to deny it. He had no idea Scott's dad Jeff kept a diary, but it was the sort of thing Jeff was dumb enough to do and he was just as capable of leaving it somewhere that Scott could find it. As his mind began to cope with the shock of his guilty secret being discovered, he realised something... "The fact your dads and I have an occasionally intimate relationship is none of your business boys. And don't think you can blackmail me into doing anything I don't want to. The only way you could hurt me would be to hurt your dads and I know you don't want that."

"Oh we weren't planning on blackmailing you." said Austin "We thought you'd decide to have a little fuck-fest of your own free will."

"Sorry boys" said Jim "I'm not in the mood and you're not your dads, so why don't you just let go of me and we can forget all about this."

"Well when we said your own free will, we meant after we'd done a little bit of attitude adjustment." replied Scott. Before Jim had a chance to ask what he meant, Scott turned away for a second, and took something from a bag on the floor. Hiding it with his body he moved closer to Jim. Austin tightened his grip on Jim and then Scott lunged and pulled some sort of hood over Jim's head.

As the hood covered Jim's eyes and everything went black, Jim began to panic. He's still held some idea that he was the grown up, the one in charge. Now he appreciated how much he was at the mercy of the two boys. No matter how hard Jim struggled, Austin kept him pinned and Scott kept pulling the hood further and further over Jim's head. The hood moved lower and blocked his nose, he began to take huge gulps of air, anticipating the moment his mouth would be covered. Austin spoke quietly in his ear, like someone calming down a hurt animal "Easy there Jim, you don't have to struggle so much. Just a few more seconds and then you'll see the world from our point of view." Austin paused and tightened his grip as Scott pulled the hood all the way down and covered Jim's mouth. Jim held his breath, praying for release. "Just a few seconds more" continued Austin "and then I promise you, you'll be begging me to shove my dick so far up your ass you be able to taste my balls in the back of your throat."

Jim was barely listening as he fought to try and stay calm and then he felt fresh air coming in through his nose. Two holes in the hood had lined up with his nostrils and he could breath again. As the panic began to subside with each breath, Scott continued to push and pull at the hood. Jim found a hole for his mouth and opened his mouth wide, taking in more fresh air. Finally as he felt Scott's finger's running over the surface of his face, he felt a give around his eyes and as he forced his eyelids open, somehow taking the material of the hood with them, the light came back.

His first sight was of Scott standing in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "Perfect, fucking perfect." said Scott in deep tones of satisfaction. Jim had no idea what he meant. He could only guess what depraved reasons the boys had for putting a hood over his face and frankly he wasn't happy with any of the images that came to mind. Scott turned to Austin "I think he's ready to have a look" said Scott. Austin simply grunted his assent and, still holding firmly on to Jim, marched him over to the mirror.

Jim was braced for many sights as he came into line with his reflection, but not as it turned out for the one he confronted. He stopped his jaw hanging open slightly, at the site of his reflection, but with Travis' face on his body. There was no doubting it was his reflection, Travis's face moved at his command. When he closed his mouth, so did Travis' reflection, when he frowned so did Travis' reflection. He reached out with one trembling hand to touch first his new reflection and then his new face, only dimly aware that Austin had let go of him. This was real, completely insane, but real, of that he had no doubt. Jim spun round and stated at Scott & Austin "How??" he asked. His voice sounded different too and he suspected he now sounded like Travis as well, but that was only one small shock alongside the much bigger one of his new face.

"So do you like your new look Jim?" asked Scott

"It's kind of a new you, don't you think?" added Austin

"Of course." continued Scott, "At the moment it kind of looks like out buddy Travis has let his figure go." Gesturing at Jim's slight paunch. Scott reached into the bag again and drew out a much larger item, making no effort to hide it from Jim this time. Scott held up a full length body suit that was very definitely anatomically correct. The body was that of a fit young male in his twenties, complete with the request six-pack, and Jim realised, a totally accurate copy of Travis' body "So do you want to finish your new look with the full outfit?" asked Scott.

"But why?" asked Jim as he reached out to touch the body-suit.

"Well buddy, you know you just told us we weren't our dads? Well you were kind of 100% wrong there." said Austin as he reached up to his neck and gripping the skin firmly yanked upwards pulling off his face to reveal Austin's dad, Chris. Jim heard a similar ripping noise behind him and turned round to see Jeff's face smiling back at him on top of Scott's body.

"You see we got these suits a few days ago and we figured with our boys out of town we could break them in properly" said Jeff

"And I just couldn't resist the chance to mess with your mind." said Chris "So we staged this little demonstration for you."

Jim shook his head, smiling despite himself. He was too excited by the options the suits gave him to be angry.

"Well I guess I'd better finish getting ready then." said Jim, taking the body-suit off Scott. "You two make yourself comfortable and when I get back... well I believe you promised me a good hard fuck.... Austin."

Chris smiled and pulled the Austin mask back into place. He picked up his cigar and took a long draw on it "Damm right." he said.

"And don't think you're getting out of the action either.. Scott" finished Jim, but Jeff already had his mask back in place as he raised his glass to Jim and knocked back a mouthful.

Jim smiled as he headed for the bedroom, suddenly things were looking interesting.

Good Boy! (Sunday Bonus)

Special Guest Post by Erick S.

“You sure you don’t want to come out?” said Kevin, “We sure are having a great time, and everybody’s been saying how you’ve been acting real strange all day.”

I could only stare helplessly at him as I watched him manipulate my body… the best response I could muster was a low growl. Here I was trapped inside the body of my Golden Retriever, Rex, and Kevin was inside of mine, enjoying a day out at the lake with all of my friends — and none of them had any freakin’ idea that anything was amiss!

“You know,” he said, “If I were you, I’d start playing the part a little bit better — especially if you ever want to get back into your own body again. So what do ya say, huh boy? Why don’t you come out and play and jump in the lake and all the things that Rex usually does. And maybe if you’re a real good boy, I’ll throw ya a nice bone to chew on once we start grillin’ later!”