Non-Disclosure

You're sitting in the plush caravan, it was top money bought this you could tell but Chris's agent always make sure his clients were treated well.

You've been working on the film for six weeks now, wasn't paid well but your job was simple; just be an understudy for Chris. Well to be honest not so much an understudy but to keep him out of trouble in the evenings and help the big lug with his lines, yeah he was a good actor but had the memory of a goldfish!

You'd just got yourself coffee and getting settled in the large couch by the window to go over tomorrows scenes.

You flip through the script reading out some lines aloud;

“The answers you seek shall be yours, once I claim what is mine.”

“This mortal form grows weak. I require sustenance!” You smile to yourself and say the line again before taking a gulp of your coffee.

Flipping through the script a bit more, you read another line “My friends, have you forgotten all that we have done together? Fandral, Hogun, who led you into the glorious of battles?” You make a note in the margin to remind Chris to use the correct inflection.

There's some shouting outside, but you don't take any notice until there is a thumping on there door. Jumping to your feet you run and open the door.

Colin, Chris's agent rushes in closely followed by Chris  helped by two of the production crew.

Colin was already on the phone calling Chris's own doctor, as the crew helped Chris limping to the couch. 

You knew he wasn’t looking forward to doing this scene, he hated working with animals, but it looked like the animals didn't like working with him either.

Colin ushered the crew out telling them to bring the Doc around as soon as they saw him.

“what happened?"

“Stupid ass fell off a horse didn't he! Fuck Chris, there is a lot of money riding on this contract and you go and break your ankle. I think I've convinced Kenneth it's just a sprain but we have to start filming again tomorrow!”

There's a knock at the door, it's the Doc.

“OK, give Chris some air. Let's see what the problem is.”

The Doc examines Chris, “Yup, definitely broken.” He gets his phone out and dials a number. Looking over his glasses he waits to be connected. “Ahhh, Mr. Branagh? Yes, its Dr. Wiseman Chris's personal doctor. Is it broken?“ He looks over at Chris, “No, no its not broken just a simple sprain. He’ll be back good as new tomorrow after some pain killers and sleep.”

Chris looks over to Colin, “So it's over?”

“Yeah shit head it's over!” Colin slams his briefcase onto the table and opens it. Turning to you he says, “Looks like its time for you to shine.”

You look confused as he beckons you over, “You want to be a rich man?”

You nod.

He slaps a huge document on the table, “It's a non-disclosure agreement. You'll need to sign it, you too Chris.”

He points to several places in the document and you sign it, then Colin gets more signatures from Chris in various places. Dr. Wiseman witnesses it.

“Well it was great while it lasted I guess” Groaned Chris, “What three years wasn't it?”

“Three years, six months,” Replied Colin, “one of the longest agreements.”

“I hate working with fucking animals.” Chris moaned, “Doc, give me something for this pain will you?”

The Doc gave him a shot, and Chris responded with a slightly spaced out smile.

“So, we'd better get this swapped out then. Dr. Wiseman, can you assist?”

“Don't see why not, it won't be the first time.”

You look confused as both Colin and the Doc approach Chris. The Doc sticks his fingers in Chris's mouth and yanks it to the right, your eyes widen as it stretches abnormally. “Gaaah.” Chris gargles.

There is some struggling, but your view is obscured by the Doc. With a lot of cussing he steps back, and your mouth drops. There lying on the couch is, well some guy you've never seen before but with Chris's body! Around his neck is Chris's squished up face.

“What the fuck is going on?” You mutter under your breath.

Colin turns to look at you, “Well as you've signed the NDA, I guess I can tell you. Chris here doesn't really exist, he's a character I created six years ago. I have different people with the appropriate skills for the acting role to wear him. That's why he's so popular. Danny here has been Chris for the past three years.”

“And six months.” Pipes Danny.

You look over, and while you've been talking to Colin the Doc has removed the remainder of Chris body from the naked Danny. He holds up the bodysuit, “Ready for a role change? From understudy to mega-star?”

“Oh yeah!” you reply starting to remove your clothes.

It's not long before the Doc has helped you into the suit and you're admiring your new form in the mirror.

“This is fucking awesome!” You yell in Chris's voice.

“But what will happen to Danny?”

“Danny will do fine, I’ll make sure he's looked after and when he’s well again we’ll sign him up with a new contract. We need someone to play Chris Evans in The Avengers in about six months.”

“You mean Chris Evans is... a suit as well?”

“Yup, one of our more popular actors, there must have been at least four people playing him over the past three years.”

You blink, wondering how many other actors are mere suits, maybe you'll find out soon.

Six months later you were working with Danny again…

Will o' the wisps

by Lord Wilmore

This whole story happened a several years ago. It was Samhain, what is usually called Halloween today. My friends and I had the tradition to venture in Ireland mainland so we could have a night by ourselves, to think about the past, the present and the future. On that year, we went for the mountains. Old Irish mythology always speaks of the mountains as one of the main hiding place for the “Little People” (Faeries, gnomes, pixies, etc), we thought it would be suitable for such a night.

We arrived there around 8 o’clock. We knew the sun was going down around 9;30 at this time of the year so we hurried up to gather a lot of wood for the bonfire. Such was the tradition of the Samhain, gather a huge pile of wood, light it, sit around and drink, chat, cry. (Could happen depending on the memories recalled, because the whole night chatting was based on old time memories and how we would see the upcoming year.) After an hour or so, we managed to get a 8 feet tall pile of wood. The sky was slowly darkening but we decided to wait for sunset to lit the bonfire. We had about half an hour to wait. Scott, my best friend, went for a piss while I remained with Rick. We opened two bottles of beer and looked at the skies, seeing the first stars appear. Rick was quite charming, like always. I had a crush on him since elementary school but never had the courage to tell him. We were both remaining silent. I was focusing on each of his breath, hearing his cloth move with his rising chest. I was barely looking at the sky anymore, I didn’t notice it go completely dark. It is Rick which got me out of that state when he made me realize we didn’t see Scott back since he went empty his bladder.

We went out in the woods, calling his name:

“Scott! Scott! Where are you bud!”

No answer.

We began to freak out, what could have happened, was there someone around in the wood? That would be exceptional, the nearest town is numerous kilometres away. I looked deeply in Rick’s eyes and told him:

“Rick, I’m scared.”

He didn’t answer but grabbed me by the hand; my heart was almost trying to rip out of my chest. He brought me deeper into the woods, I didn’t question him. Suddenly, he disappeared. He left my hand and jumped sideway in the shadow of the forest. I saw some dancing flame-like lights come and dance around me.

I saw a huge flash of light and when I came back to myself, it wasn’t the night anymore. Daylight shinned upon my body, which was now shirtless. I was chained to two trees. Isaw Rick on my side, he was grinning, and shirtless too but not chained. He walked up to me:

“Hello there jock boy”, he said.

“Wh- What? Rick you know I’m skinny as hell and that I am far from being such a “jock” as you call me” I answered.

He laughed, “Not anymore” and waved his hand. As soon as he did, a small pond of water appeared at my feet so I could see my reflection. The man chained to the trees wasn’t me, at least didn’t look like my actual self. I began to freak.

“What happened? Did you do this to me?”

He snapped his fingers: the chains disappeared. He grabbed my hand and said on a low tone:

“I can’t really tell you. But I know you wanted to be with me, but I just couldn’t have a relationship with a mortal. Now, however, things quite changed for you.”

I stood there, confused about all he just said to me. He smiled and caressed my abdominals. He moved up forward on the trail. I noticed a tattoo I never saw before on his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s nothing, now follow!”

I didn’t argue and followed him. He brought me to some kind of mushroom circle in the middle of the room. He stopped just before it and grabbed my hand.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” I answered.

“Ready for your new life” He said with a smirk.

From now on I can’t really tell you the story. All I can tell you is that we got together in the mushroom circle and since then, Rick and I are living happily together. Oh, and for those of you wondering, Scott got safely to his house that night… that night where everything changed.

“The Statement of X--- Y--- Z---" Part 2

by Seuzz

I didn't tell you last time how much I enjoy the view from here. You have a very nice place.

No, I don't have anything more to say about Billy Resch. I'm suppose I'm sorry that he-- No, never mind, I'm not sorry. It was a very long time ago, and we were both just kids. Neither of us knew better. I don't feel anything about him. Does that make me a sociopath?

Yeah, okay, be cagey.

Well, it was a long time before I tried crawling anyone again. I wasn't even sure I had done it, whatever "it" was. It had seemed like a dream, being inside Billy, being him, making him do ... things. It was like a fantasy I didn't know I'd wanted to have.

No, not if you mean, did I fantasize about doing to other kids what I did to Billy. But sometimes I would imagine what it would be like being them. When I was bored in class I'd imagine myself being behind their eyes, looking at the world from behind their desks, having people talking to me like they thought I was them. What I would say back, how I would feel.

I guess Stephen Ketchum was the one I thought most about. He was a boy in my fourth and fifth grade classes. He was a popular kid, especially with the other boys. He played basketball, had a nice bike. Smart, too. Good at math. Sometimes I daydreamed about how I could get into him, like I'd gotten into Billy. The easiest way, of course, would be to invite him over to my house. He lived in my neighborhood. I could get him in my bedroom, shove myself into him, then go back to his house like ... Well, like I was Stephen Ketchum. But that never occurred to me. Instead, I kept thinking of ways I could trick him into inviting me over to his house.

Well, when you're a kid you're not good at thinking through the mechanics of things. I mean, you can come up with all kinds of bizarre and complicated schemes. Like, if I could get his friend Aaron to invite me over to his house, and then arrange for Stephen to invite Aaron over on the same day, so that I'd have to tag along-- Silly stuff.

I think maybe in Stephen's case-- I think I didn't really want to crawl him. I just wanted to be friends with him, and that's why I wanted him to invite me over.

No, I had friends. Greg Byerly and Todd Mack. My summer afternoons weren't empty. But Stephen was popular and Greg and Todd and me weren't.

In fact, I stopped thinking about crawling, even in the abstract, for a while. I don't remember thinking much about it much when I was in the sixth grade. The seventh grade, though, we moved. It wasn't a bad school, but the jump into junior high with totally new classmates in a new city. It was ... unsettling. And I was getting older. I was getting interested in ... in other people's bodies.

Well, like any healthy kid, I guess, I was starting to notice how they were built. The aesthetics, you might say. I noticed the girls' boobs and hair, of course. But I was also sizing up the guys. You know, the competition.

Yeah, that was when I did my second crawl. Tommy DiMarco was his name, this twelve-year-old kid. He was Italian, played baseball in the sun a lot, so he was dark complected. His mom ran a beauty shop, so his hair was-- Oh, it was a nice haircut. Lotsa thick, dark hair, trimmed and combed in these waves. He liked to run, so he was lean. Had a bright white smile. All the guys liked him, because he had energy but was real easy-going. And all the girls were in love with him. For me, at first, it was like Stephen Ketchum all over again. I wanted to be friends with him. But I was totally in awe of him, because he so totally outclassed me. I couldn't talk to him. He was an alpha, I was ... I was nobody.

And I didn't even think about crawling him. Until it just happened.

See, I wasn't even sure I could do it anymore. But then one afternoon-- Okay, so I have PE with him. And one day I'm late for I don't remember what reason, and everyone is dressed out when I get to the gym, so I have to run into the locker room. And there's Tommy, because he's also running late. He's standing with his back to me. He's in his underwear, and he's about to put on his shirt. And I saw his back and his legs and that haircut and--

I don't even remember walking over to him. It was like I was floating. And I just reached around him and covered his mouth. I felt him stiffen, and then I felt like I was fainting. My hands seemed to be melting into putty, and I didn't have any feeling in my arms or my legs. I was sinking.

Yeah, it was a lot easier than it had been with Billy Resch. I guess that was part of puberty in my case, that the transformation went faster, more liquidly. Anyway, next thing I knew I was pulling myself up onto one of the benches in front of the locker. I was shaking, a little, I remember. I was wearing nothing but these tidy whities, and I looked down and they were definitely Tommy's legs. It was a real shock. I mean, it was only the second time I'd done it, and the first time was years before. And again, I felt that tap on the back of the head, like he was behind me, trying to get my attention. And I jerked and looked around, but it was just me in the locker room. I took a deep breath and I relaxed, and it was like falling backward into a deep pool of really warm water. All his memories and everything flooded around me and soaked into me.

I'm glad no one was in there watching me when I did what I did next. I pulled on his flannel shorts quick and snapped the elastic as it settled around my waist. I sat down and pulled on the socks and the sneakers just as fast, yanking the dirty laces tight. I snatched the smelly t-shirt out of the locker and whipped it down over my head, then tugged at the front so it'd settle. Raised a foot behind me and grabbed it and stretched my leg, then stretched the other one, then put my hands behind my back, you know, one over your shoulder and the other up behind your waist, and clasped hands and stretched my arms. Ran my fingers fast through that mop of hair and tossed it back. He took care of it, but he liked to look like he didn't.

I was glad no one was watching, because, you see ... I was totally being Tommy while doing it, but the whole time, I had this queer little smile on my face. I was watching myself as I was doing those moves, feeling how easy and right all the little flourishes and gestures were. I was moving his body, but I was totally synched up with his instincts. But if anyone'd seen that smile I had, they'da known something was really wrong. Because it wasn't a natural smile, I'm pretty sure.

But I relaxed that creepy smile into big ol' grin as I trotted out into the gym and I called to my friends-- His friends, but now mine. And they tossed me the basketball. It felt so smooth and comfortable in my hands. I'd never been better than what you might call adequate with a basketball, but now I was Tommy, and I could make it do whatever I wanted. And me and those friends were shouting and running and laughing with it. I made a couple of layups and I missed a couple, and I yelled at the guys, and I'm grinning the whole time, and there's nothing queer or sinister about that grin, it's just me, Tommy DiMarco, having a great time like I always do at PE.

And then I hear one of the guys call out, asking where I am. Not asking where Tommy is, he's asking where I am. I guess coach was asking about me, because no one ever really paid attention to me. I remember I had the ball in my hands, and I froze for just an instant, and someone stole it from me. And I cursed and turned and chased him down, though of course I was laughing. But all the time I also had this little wheel running inside my head. Well, two of 'em.

One is saying "I'm inside Tommy DiMarco, I am Tommy DiMarco, I'm nowhere, it's just me, and I'm Tommy DiMarco. Forget about me, there is no me, there never was a me, there's just Tommy DiMarco and that's all I've ever been."

And the other is Tommy DiMarco's brain. It hears my name and it goes-- "Huh? Who? Oh yeah. Him. Whatever." Which is kind of a kick in the stomach. His brain--my brain now--the reflex is-- He knows who I am, but he doesn't care about me. Pfft. I'm just that quiet kid no one really pays attention to. That he never paid attention to.

You'd think that, wouldn't you. That that'd make me mad.

Actually, funny you ask. You got a folder on Tommy too, next to Billy Resch's?

That's too bad. I don't Google many people. I gotta say, I'm real curious to know what happened to him after-- Well, let's just say "after."

But I see the hour is up. I guess this one ends on a cliffhanger.

Caption This! (18 Feb)

Back by popular demand!

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

Frat Party Night; “Damn who where those guys with Jonah I don’t know any of them. Fuck,” James slurred, “give me some more of that shit he brought with him.”

The two guys, just smile at each other and topped up James’s glass with some of the blue milky liquid that Jonah’s brought with him.

“Fuck, this is good shit! got a real bite to it. Where did you go earlier? Us Bro’s are meant to stick together!”

One of the guys just laughed, “No worries bro’ we ain’t going to leave you again.”

You’re watching all this from the other side of the room, you watch as James chokes a little, blue milky liquid spilling from his mouth. His bro’s take him upstairs; you follow them…

“What if…”

"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.

-----

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…”