Boss

Guest Post by Erick S.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeff thought when his Blackberry lit up not 10 minutes after he had finally gotten into his hotel room for the night. It was an email from his boss.

“Meet in my room. 3409. Something to discuss with you.”

What the fuck could it be at this hour? They’d spent the whole day at this sales meeting, Jeff was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was pick up any more work for the night. He groaned and tightened his tie back up around his neck.

Room 3409 was just down the hallway. Jeff went to knock on the door, but found it propped slightly open. He knocked anyhow.

“Come on in, Jeff,” his boss invited him.

Jeff walked in and saw his boss sitting on the corner of the bed. Even with his expensive, top-end jacket tossed over a chair in the corner, even with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, even in the dim light of the hotel room, Andy Conklin still radiated with a sense of power and confidence. He was the kind of man who never had any problems sealing the deal. A natural-born sales executive.

“You, um, wanted to see me?” Jeff stuttered. It was strange for him to see his boss in such a casual setting.

“Jeff,” he started out, “I just wanted to congratulate you on your presentation today. Didn’t get the chance to do it this afternoon, since I had to head into that call with corporate right afterwards.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jeff said, feeling a knot growing in his throat and beads of sweat starting to collect on his forehead.

“I like to recognize the rising stars on my sales team,” he continued, purposefully standing up, “And I think you’ve really got what it takes to make it around here. Thought I might get the chance to know some more about you, if you’re all caught up on your work for the night.”

Jeff had a ton of shit to do to prep for tomorrow, but he couldn’t seem to move from where he was standing, or make any sort of response at all, really.

“Come from a good family?” his boss went on, not even phased by Jeff’s obvious uneasiness, “Your father is quite the salesman himself, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yes, sir,” Jeff stammered. It was true, his father had been very successful.

“Must be pretty proud to see you following in his footsteps,” he said.

He was now standing inches away from Jeff, his eyes intensely focused like the King of the Jungle on a hunt. Jeff had to look up at him a little bit to meet his gaze. He didn’t know what to feel. Intimidated? Or something else, as he felt himself start to stiffen under his business slacks.

“Yes,” was all that he could say.

He felt his boss starting to lean in towards him. His heart was racing. He wanted this, he’d wanted it since the very first time he’d met Andy Conklin at the holiday party right after he’d been hired last year. And how many times since then had he fantasized about a moment exactly like this? He forced himself to swallow the knot in his throat as he closed his eyes and felt himself starting to lean in, too.

And then suddenly, the expression on his boss’ face completely changed. The intense, sultry, masculine gaze was replaced with a harsh, too-wide grin. A grin like Jeff had never seen on that face before.

“You dumb fuck!” his boss said, only it wasn’t his boss’ voice. It was another voice. A familiar voice. Jeff jumped back towards the door. Somehow it had been latched closed now. When had that happened?

He found himself suddenly being grasped by his shoulders and pulled in against his boss' solid body. He wanted to pull away, but he felt sick and light-headed. He had pins and needles all over his body. Had he felt something prick him on his arm?

“What -- Stop --” Jeff mumbled, but he was losing control of himself rapidly.

Things were blurry now, but Jeff couldn’t mistake when he saw his boss reach up and pull his face off like a mask -- And he couldn’t mistake the face that he saw underneath. His brother, Alan.

“God, Jeff, you are such a dumb fuck,” Alan said with Andy Conklin’s crumpled-up face now gripped in his hands,  “Thinking your boss would come on to you like that. Dad sure as hell wasted his money sending you to that fancy business school.”

Jeff struggled to hang on to anything. Struggled to make sense of what was happening. That was his boss’ body, but on top of it was his brother’s head and face.

“Well you always were Mom and Dad’s favorite,” Alan continued, “Followed right in ol’ Pops’ footsteps, while they couldn’t have given a fuck about me. Did you know, Jeff, that I’ve been starving for the past month? Literally starving. They didn’t set me up with the cushy life they set you up with. Did you know that? ‘Course you didn’t. ‘Cuz none of you have fuckin’ bothered to reach out to me in the past, what, five years? Is that how long it’s been?”

“Alan --” Jeff tried to say, but his mouth was dry and his voice was weak.

“Anyhow,” Alan said, leading Jeff over to the bed and laying him down, “You see this?”

He held up the Andy Conklin mask and stretched it out so Jeff could see.

“This is what’s about to become of you,” Alan said with a satisfied smirk, “It’s going to feel so great putting you on, Jeff. Wearing you, becoming you, going home to Mom and Dad and having them think that I’m you.”

Alan started to take off the clothes that he had been wearing as Andy Conklin. And when he was completely naked, he started to remove the rest of Andy Conklin’s body, stripping it off just like it was another layer of clothing. He laid everything carefully out on the bed right next to Jeff.

“Don’t worry about your ol’ boss here” said Alan, “In a couple hours he’ll be back to his old self, probably with one hell of a headache and not a whole lot of memories from tonight.”

For Jeff, the world was now reeling around him. He couldn’t tell at this point what was real and what wasn’t. He felt himself slipping away. He managed to look down at himself and was horrified to see his chest literally caving in as he felt emptier and emptier inside.

“Alan --” he whispered.

“Sorry, Jeff,” Alan said with absolutely zero sympathy, "It's just a matter of time now."

Soon, Jeff was completely emptied out, and Alan was quick to go about his work. Already nude, he slipped right into his brother’s body. He shifted and twisted around inside of his new skin. Of course he’d worn other bodies before, but being inside of his own brother’s body made him feel something different. This is what he had been working up to.

Only once he had squeezed himself completely inside did he saunter into the bathroom and look into the mirror. His brother had a great body. With his lifestyle, he had the luxury of working out at high-end health clubs simply for leisure and for sculpting six-pack abs. He adjusted his brother’s face over his own. They looked remarkably similar to each other, actually. They were only a year apart in age. When they were growing up, they were always mistaken as twins. He cleared his throat and spoke with his brother’s voice.

“I’m Jeff Mansfield,” he practiced, “Jeff. Mansfield.”

He smiled, satisfied with the results. He knew, though, that he needed to sleep now. He would need at least six hours to absorb all of Jeff’s memories.

“And when I wake up tomorrow morning,” Alan said to his reflection with a gleam in his eyes, “I’m going to be totally you.”

Playing Soldiers (Updated)

Sunday Bonus

When I saw this guy in the arcade I could tell he had a military background, fuck he was built and could handle the gun even though it was a fake.

I pushed past his friend knocking his money to the floor, it was all the time I needed to sidle up behind the soldier and push in.

Sure, I missed a couple of targets as I rolled my shoulders and got used to the feel of my new body but fuck! it was worth it. My new buddy slapped me on the back and laughed, “beers on you buddy.”

I just turned and smiled.

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I had a couple of messages come through on here and YIM asking me to extend this story so I took aNa suggestion and used it. Hope you like this addition.

I knew I needed time to get used to my new disguise so I said nothing and followed my new friend out of the arcade.

"Beers?" He asked. I nodded, although I was underage I felt confident enough that I would be OK in this new muscled giant. Deep down, I knew that this was the start of a new adventure.

My friend; James, I pulled at my lip memories were starting to come through. My new name was Jay, I was right, a soldier on leave. I fazed out for a moment as memories washed over my own, things of horror; friends lost a hard dirty history of the past six months.

"Jay?" My friend snapped his fingers a couple of times in front of my face. "You OK? You sort of zoned out there for a minute."

I nodded. "Yeah fine, just... just thinking of something." Jay's memories had caught up with me, and I felt that I had just aged eight years in only seconds.

"Just need to shake the weasel, be right back." James stands and makes his way to the restrooms.

For the first time, I check my new form. Thick strong arms, I look at my hands; strong and rough. A rush of guilt hits me and I rest my head in my hands regretting what I had done.

I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, its James. "Jay, you OK? You've been acting weird since we left the arcade."

"Yeah, I'm OK. Just thinking about the rest of the guys, and... you know, Tony."

"Bastards," Jason squeezes my shoulder, "he was a good soldier, and we'll never forget him."

In the minutes I've been Jay, I've aged; experienced anger, control, loss of a friend and ultimately the emptiness of what appears to be a loss cause.

I can hear James talking but it's not really registering; I take a couple of deep breaths, and something catches my interest, a noise in the bar.

Voices; I can't tell what they are saying but the tone isn't right. Jay's training sparked in my head, a tugging feeling. I hold up a hand, "Shhh." James instantly stops talking. "Listen."

Slowly I raise my head, glancing cautiously around the bar. It's practically empty with only small knots of people dotted around.

A raised voice catches my attention and I turn to see a group of three, one in his early twenties, the other two in their thirties. Something inside Jay, something I inherited let's me pick out the details. There's a glint; something in the hand of the youngest catches my eye. Quietly I stand giving James a tug, he nods and follows.

I chat quietly with James, about nothing in particular just enough not to raise any suspicions. Suddenly the youth knocks a beer from one of the guys, and step back brandishing a knife.

It was a blurr; Jay's no, my training snapped into focus and I think I must have caught James out, as before I knew it I had disarmed the kid forcing him to the ground with his arm up tight behind his back. "Drop it!" I growled, he complied. I pushed my knee into the small of his back; my whole weight. It didn't take long for the police to pick up the little shit.

I sat down again, the adrenaline receding. James slapped me on the back and crouched down and looked me in the eye; "This is why--WE need to go back, you are the best on the team. You can pick up these signals that the rest of us miss. Tony, sadly died but it wasn't YOUR fault there were just too many of them." He slams a palm on the table, and I flinch a little caught off guard. "YOU have saved the team time and time again, we need you."

I slowly nod realising the importance of Jay's work, I look up at James, "Yeah, I believe... I believe... I can MAKE a difference." I gently slap his face "We both can make a difference. Can't we?"

James smiles, "I think we can, but not without you buddy."

Confidence

by SlickPsych

My jaw dropped when I saw my reflection in the mirror; I was literally flabbergasted! I hadn’t expected my wish and my plan to work, but it had. I was Mr. Anderson!

Last night before bed, I had wished on a shooting star to be like Mr. Anderson, but to actually be him? I hadn’t quite anticipated this. I flipped my beefy palms over and looked at the lines on my light brown palms. I noticed a hangnail and bit it off really quickly; which isn’t a good sign… Tim bites his nails, not me… I'm going to have to concentrate to fully merge into my new body...

Kyle Anderson is a counslor at my high school. I had to meet with him three times a week ever since I had been placed on suicide watch after winter break last semester. I was always being picked on for being a skinny nerd. Instinctively I began to flex my brown biceps; not only were my arms a different color than pale white, but they were bulging with power. I ran my palms over my beautiful chocolate chest, lightly pinching a nipple. I knew that I loved it when my partner, Rico, played with them with his tongue. All that work that I had been pulling in the gym was paying off, I thought as I smacked my chest. Yes, my student Tim could benefit from going to the gym.

Since I am a gay man myself, Tim found it comforting and inspiring to see such a beautiful man like me be so confident in my sexuality – and my masculinity. I like to inspire self-worth and acceptance, because I had once had trouble with those elements until I started to work out and invest in my looks. Yes, once I began putting on meat and started getting rid of fat, I started getting more attention in the gym. Then, one day, I met Rico: the love of my life. Blood started flowing to my penis, and I reached a heavy hand down there to massage my balls and stroke my tool.

After a few months of counseling, Tim began to ask me more personal questions – almost as if he were trying to get to the essence of my personal journey. He always brought in some weird charm to our sessions, and for some reason I wasn’t afraid to break my professional reservations and tell him very intimate details about my personal life… even down to how Rico and I made love. He seemed intrigued by gay sex, and expressed a deep desire to experience it.

It didn’t help that Rico always picked me up after work, and that Tim was my last session of the day. I could see the hunger in his eyes.

I shake my head. Yea, it’s confusing. I knew the wish in tandem with the spell would merge our consciousness, but I didn’t expect it to confuse my thoughts. Let me focus. I need to see myself as Kyle Anderson; I am him and him alone. I gaze intently in the mirror, focusing on my eyes, making myself look sexy.

Yea, Rico is lucky to have such a sexy motherfucker as his lover. Tim’s damn lucky to have me as his coach, too. I puff my luscious lips out and give myself a kiss from afar.

“Damn, I’m one sexy fucker,” my baritone booms in my Brooklyn accent.

I hope Tim’s going to have a good day. Something tells me that he’s going to come in and tell me about a strange dream he may have had about making love with Rico. I’m going to start riding public transit home and ask him to stop bringing in that charm. It’ best if we keep a professional distance and stop sharing intimate things…  after all, I don’t want him to get any strange ideas.

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Motocross Swap

It was too much... The homework and studying for my tests have finally driven me mad. I left my house so I could clear my head. Mid terms were coming up next week and I needed to make sure I passed everything and such.  My name is Colin and I am a Sophomore at the University of Nevada.

Walking down the road I start to walk in the desert where its just peaceful and relaxing. I hear the low hum of a dirt bike in the distance but pay no attention and just keep walking. After about 10minutes that low hum became an overwhelming sound when it flew by me throwing up dust everywhere and barely missing me as I jumped out of the way into a sagebrush.

 

The rider quickly parked the bike and ran towards me asking if I was alright and apologizing for almost hitting me. He introduced himself as Jeff and told me he was practicing for a race this weekend.

 

"Dude I am so sorry man I never saw you out there I was too focused on speed and the jumps." He said.

"Its ok I should know better to walk around the desert anyways." I said. He helped me up and I got real light headed so he helped me to his truck, which was not that far from everything. The truck was a fully loaded 2012 Chevy Silverado looked expensive. I asked Jeff how old he was and he said he was only 22 and he was a semi-pro racer in motocross. "Its a hard life and I am always practicing and racing all the time." He said.

 

After he finished talking he took his shirt off and said how hot it was outside and wiped the sweat off his face.

 

I told him about who I was and how I was stressed with school and mid terms. He said how he wished that he could be in college and working on a career with a slower pace. Racing was always go go go and never time to rest. I told him i wished the opposite where I could race bikes and be in a fast pace life. I asked maybe if this summer I could join him maybe help him in the pits or just watch. I felt something bite my leg and quickly twitched to swat it away but I saw nothing. At that same moment Jeff felt the same thing and swat at the air.

 

Jeff walked to his bike and said " do you mind if I take a leak?" "Go ahead man I don't mind" I yelled. He quickly pulled his pants down and started peeing and was going a while before he finally finished.

 

 

I heard Jeff finish and then I saw him just fall over on his side. I ran over and felt really light headed and passed out several feet from him.

 

I woke up with a pounding headache and next to Jeff's bike. I stood up and noticed I was now wearing his boots and pants but something didn't feel right. I looked down and said it wasn't my body.

 

I heard a noise and looked over and saw my body standing up and looking puzzled.

 

We stood in shock before Jeff yelled this is amazing I can now know how it feels to not be racing and be in college and you can get your fast pace you wanted.

 

We talked for a while and realized that we had the others memories and knew pretty much what the other did but we still knew what we did before the swap.

 

Jeff Decided it would be a good idea to head back to our homes and live out the weekend as the other and then try and swap back afterwards,

 

I watched as my body walked towards my house as I still was standing by my new life and truck.

 

I figured it would a good as time as any to explore my new body and see what all it has to offer.

 

After I finished jerking off I felt amazing and cleaned up with some rags I had in the truck and put my clothes back on and went back for a ride. I knew I was going to have a fun time being Jeff and racing.

A week went by and Jeff and I kept texting and finally met up we tried for hours to reenact how to swap and couldn't. Even the all knowing google.com didn't know any real ways.

 

Jeff decided if he was going to be me then why not be my pit crew and join in that way all the pressure isn't on him but on the racer which was now me.

Racing is amazing every weekend we have a new venue and I have been getting 1st or 2nd every time... which was better than the old Jeff ever did. Jeff got my grades amazing and after finals he took the next semester off so we can tour around the country for Supercross.

Stranger in a bar

I had seen this guy walking around town all the time. The perfect job look. He had a strong jawline and dressed like the typical straight guy. He had that cocky look to him but yet you could see there was an innocence to him yet. I started to take a real interest into him and wanted to get closer. Figured hell I would try to befriend him because he seemed like a real sweet guy.

I finally got the courage to approach him at the bar and offered to buy him a drink. We sat and chatted. I found out his name was Anthony and he was working at an investment company in the city. We were getting along perfectly and really enjoying talking. The bartender then brought over some drinks for us bought by some stranger. We cheers to the drink and have a good time.

It was some time later when I noticed Anthony was feeling pretty drunk. I offered to take him home. We got to his apartment and he was really starting to stumble. We got him inside when I noticed something was really wrong. Anthony wasn’t moving really. I laid him on the couch and went to get him some water to help sober him up. When I came back that is when I noticed something was really wrong.

Anthony was laying there only he didn’t look like he had before. He seemed thinner. I went over and tapped him and when his mouth opened tons of air rushed out and he flattened out. I stared to panic. I was so scared he was dead. I tried to open his mouth to do CPR when I noticed it was stretchy. This got me curious about what happened to him. His mouth was super stretchy so I figured at this point I would see why.

It stretched enough that I could easily get my feet into his. As I started to slip him on I found his body was empty just like a suit. He felt like a wetsuit almost. I kept pulling him on as he clung to my body perfectly. I walked into the bathroom once I had his body on and looked in the mirror as I pulled his head on. With a gasp I pulled it up. Looking back at me was Anthony. It was crazy. I figured I must be dreaming and passed out somewhere.

After several hours I realized this was real. I was learning what Anthony knew and feeling like he would. I could almost feel his presence but yet he seemed really relaxed with me in him.

I am not sure how it happened or why but it has been months now since I became Anthony. I think the stranger in the bar had something to do with this but I am not sure. The old me vanished and no one seemed to notice. I now get to be the man I had always wanted. A nice jock with a great job. I am so thankful I was able to befriend Anthony.

Gallery

Guest Post by Erick S.

 

I wanted muscles today. Not just an athletic swimmer’s body, or even a football jock like I had been yesterday. I wanted a lot of muscles. Like a bodybuilder. Standing in front of the mirror, I unlocked my phone, opened up the Gallery app, and started browsing my pics. I knew that didn’t have too many truly huge guys in my collection. I don’t know, honestly, if there even were any professional bodybuilders who lived around here. I lived right by campus, so Big Men on Campus and hot freshman jocks were easy to come by. Bodybuilders, not so much.

“I’m gonna have to find out where the closest bodybuilding gym is,” I noted to myself as I continued flipping through the photos.

I stopped at a few of the pics, remembering the hot times I’d had as this guy, or all the guys I’d fucked using that guy’s body the other weekend. The awesome trip to the lake with this stud Jeremy’s body earlier in the summer. There were a few in there that I’d used multiple times. A few of my favorites. But I kept searching. I knew I had a bodybuilder somewhere.

Finally, I found the one I’d been thinking of. This huge dude I’d seen completely by chance in the airport food court a couple of months ago. I guessed that he was travelling to a competition somewhere -- his body was certainly competition-ready. The guy was wearing a sleeveless workout shirt at the airport and his giant guns were out on full display. I was so stunned seeing him there that I almost forgot to snap a pic, but I got one just as he was standing up from his table. The pic was a little blurry, not always the best scenario, but I think I’d gotten enough of him for the app to work.

I hit the “Select” button and held the phone up to the mirror. I caught a quick look at my normal reflection as the timer on the screen counted down. I didn’t spend too much time looking like that these days. “3... 2... 1.”

The flash went off and I felt an instant spurt in growth, like every single muscle in my body was being inflated and pumped up. It felt like I had exploded -- Well, I had! I had probably nearly tripled in size! I let out a deep grunt as the flash cleared from my eyes.

“Fuck. Yeah!” I growled, checking out my new physique.

This one was massive. Definitely the biggest I’d ever been. And I had all these big veins everywhere. I just felt like I wanted to lift some heavy shit! I flexed my arms and tightened my muscles in the mirror. I didn’t know a whole lot about flexing, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to pull it off in a competition. But damn, I looked like a fuckin’ monster!

“Maybe today would be a good day to find that bodybuilding gym,” I said to myself, loving how much of the mirror I took up now, “I gotta get more guys like this in my Gallery!”

Hired Help

By Gary Travis

He had been my hired help around the house for months and I trusted him implicitly. Obviously I hired him for his looks and although he was talented at maintaining my house, it was more the view I was interested in. 9 hours over 3 days a week he was all mine; shame I could only memorise with thoughts about what I could do with him.

I was a young millionaire, after my parents died, I inherited all of their fortunes. So long as I looked after the accountants, my money looked after its self. I lived of a monthly interest payment which was high enough for me to enjoy life with constant nights out, parties and lots of fun. I didn’t want anything to change. I was fairly attractive and wanted for nothing.

Anthony was his name a 6ft bushy haired stud; bit of a skater boy. He worked for minimum wage. He was obviously gay, he was far too attractive to be straight and his mannerisms’ confirmed it. His only duty for me over the 3 days was to clean my house from top to bottom. I would help him in my own little way ensuring I got as much viewing time as possible. He always used my own stuff for cleaning.

That was until about a month ago when he brought his own vacuum cleaner into my house. I questioned him about it, and he told me that mine wasn’t working. I left it there but I wasn’t really happy with this piece of ancient machinery being in my house, I was sure it would do more harm than good to the cleaning side of things.

“Don’t worry,” Anthony said with a sinister cheeky grin on his face, “this baby will make you see your house in a whole new light.”

Even more concerned now, I decided the best thing to do would be to leave him too it disappear for a while, so I headed to my bedroom for a cat nap.

I must have been in a really deep sleep. I was disturbed by a sudden loud whirring noise and Anthony knelt over the top of me. As at that point, I blacked out; The last thing I remember was a black suction tube being placed over my nose.

When I finally woke up again, I was moving around my house, but I wasn’t able to control my own movements, unable to speak. It seemed I was on auto pilot. Was I dead, possessed or still asleep in some kind of dream?

My body moved towards my bathroom where I ended up staring my own reflection in my own mirror. “What the hell was going on?” I thought to myself. That’s when my nightmare was realised.

My own hands were rubbing my pecs and abs in quite an intimidating sexual motion. My head tilted as my hands followed a treasure trail and peered down my shorts. My own voice said “Anthony, you have done well this time, perfect body, millions in the bank”

“Holy shit!” I silently screamed “Anthony has taken over me, I'm trapped inside my own body like some kind of puppet.”

Over the next few days I was horrified and crying inside not only at the money he was wasting; MY MONEY ; but also the strange things he was doing with my body, sexual things, things I could never even imagined were possible. I was still unable to move or communicate; all I could do was take whatever he was doing.

After about a week, I began being able to do simple things, small movements of my fingers, twitches of my head. I found that if I concentrated hard enough, I could pick things up. Finally my chance to communicate when Anthony sat down at my computer, I could type away on the computer and he could read and respond.

Suddenly, I could see and move again, I was sat on a chair next to him. I looked down at my self, I was almost invisible, ghost like. Also, I wasn’t me I was Anthony.

“Well, this is a start” I said to him.
“Let me explain.” he said. “To you, your body is dead, you can no longer access it or its thoughts, I am in control as you have previously discovered. I know you have a few questions and I will try to explain some of them.
First, this happens to approximately 1 in every 100 people that our alien race does this too, you were right to be suspicious of the device I brought into your house. What it did was suck your body inside it, ate its insides, and then it pumped your skin suit out onto my body, retaining your knowledge for me. I am human looking and if you wish and will pass off as human to any medical examination, I can create a duplicate of my own body, the one inside this suit, you can then take control of it. I will give you £1million. You will then disappear, signing a non-disclosure document and create a new life. I am really sorry, normally, this does not happen, and when it does, I have never known for the surrogate to be able to control and communicate. Does this meet with your approval?”

I mustered over it for a few moments before lunging for him with a fist. My hand and arm passed straight through him and I almost fell flat on my face.

“Err,” he said. “There is something else you should know. In your current form, you have no purpose, you are a {spirit} form, you can not eat or touch anything. You have a few options.
1. When I'm here, you can live as you are now>
2. You can return to being conscious inside me
3. You can choose for me to create a duplicate of me and you can become with me with that £1million to disappear and create a new life, there is also a special bonus to this that I will tell you about later.”

“Well, I have no choice do I? I choose to become you” I sobbed.

Anthony disappeared for a few seconds and came back with the device that had taken away my body only a few weeks back. He fiddled around with it and told me that a new body would be created in 5 days’ time for me; Great I thought.

“Right, your special bonus. Now you have chosen to have my body, for the next 5 days, you are my slave. After that you are released. If you object, your new body will be erased and started again, making sure it takes another 5 days.
You can make your body a solid form for 2 hours per seamen intake, so the more you suck my cock, the more you get to be a solid human form. Again, this is preprogramed into you. Oh and by the way, during your 2 hours, it’s your duty to clean this house.”

“Yes Master, I live to service you” was the only reply I could muster, of course this is what I had to say, not what I wanted to say.

I lived for those 5 days servicing my master whenever he demanded and as promised on day 6 I was presented with my new body and £1 million plus a bit more as payment. Compensation he called it.

I did as he asked and disappeared to Miami and began a new life.

"The Changeling" – Guest Post by Seuzz

"Sometimes he looks like my father," the boy said. His tone was placid and matter-of-fact, and he didn't raise his eyes from the paper that he was coloring. "Sometimes he looks like my brother." He chose another color. "He fixes my breakfast and lunch, and he cleans the house when no one else is at home."

His teacher twisted her neck to look at the drawing. It was a picture of a house, with a dog and a child playing in front of it. "Does he ever look like anyone else," she gently asked.

The child shook his head, then frowned. "One time he looked like another man. In the park."

"What was he doing in the park?" She glanced up at the school psychiatrist, who was listening intently, but who had not spoken up to this point.

"I don't know. He just was." The boy started drawing a tree. "I was on the swings. Another boy pushed me off. He came over and told the boy to leave me alone. Then he told me who he was, and that I should probably go home because supper would be ready in an hour."

"Was there anyone else there when he told you this?"

The boy shrugged, then said "I don't remember."

"What do your father and brother say about him?"

The boy looked up, puzzled. "They're not there. Except when he's being them."

"Is he both of them at the same time?"

"I don't know." The boy began to sound irritated. "It's just him and me there, mostly. Except when he's gone."

"Where does he go?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think he would talk to me?" Todd shrugged. "If I came out to visit your house, would he be there?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Who would he look like?"

"I don't know." Todd sounded very tired and put the crayons down.

"Does he have a name?" the teacher asked. The psychiatrist blinked, and smiled encouragingly at her.

"Daryl," the boy replied matter-of-factly.

* * * * *

"Oh, I know all about Daryl," Theodore Emmett said with a smile. "I don't think Todd has any secrets from me. I don't have any from him, either. Except, of course, the ones that no one tells an eight-year-old boy."

Dr. Lloyd Tollefson smiled in reply. "How long has Todd been ... ah ... acquainted with Daryl?"

Emmett scratched his nose. "About nine months, I guess. Yeah, it was around Christmas time."

"How did you find out about Daryl?"

"Todd asked me one day if I was Daryl. I asked who Daryl was, and he said that Daryl was his friend. I said that I was his friend, so that must mean that I was Daryl."

"A clever reply," the psychiatrist said. He glanced around the living room, which was mostly clean though certainly disordered from ordinary living. The apartment was very small, and the sounds of other tenants leaked in easily through the thin walls. "Your other son is also sometimes Daryl?"

"I suppose so. Yes, he is, now that I think about it. Sometimes Todd tells me that Daryl was Greg that afternoon."

"What does Greg think of this?"

"I guess he tolerates it. I've told him that Daryl is Todd's friend, and that when it is his turn to be Daryl that he has to be nice to Todd."

"Is he ever not nice to Todd?"

"I've never heard them seriously quarrel, so I think it's easy for Greg to be Daryl."

"What does your wife think of this?"

Emmett's smile faded. "My wife is dead," he said. "We separated because I had been drinking too much. Then she was in a car accident. It's a hell of thing if that's what it takes to get you to sober up."

"I'm sorry," Dr. Tollefson said. There was an awkward moment, which the psychiatrist chose to fill by returning to the main topic. "Do you know that other people are sometimes Daryl?"

Emmett's mouth tightened. "I know it has sometimes happened," he says. "Todd has told me that Daryl has spoken to him outside of the house—"

"When he looks like other people."

"Yes. I've asked, and it has turned out it was strangers being helpful to my son. I've told him that it was very nice of Daryl to help him, but that not everyone he meets is Daryl, and that he should wait for Daryl to tell him who he is before he trusts them."

"It's still a dangerous delusion."

"I've been quite emphatic," Emmett replied firmly.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Dr. Tollefson said, rising with a sigh. "It's a most interesting friend your son has, but it doesn't strike me as a very healthy delusion."

"Maybe it's not a delusion," Emmett snapped. "Maybe it's an angel, someone watching over Todd and protecting him by taking possession of people."

"You don't believe that," Dr. Tollefson said. "You certainly don't believe that you are being possessed by an angel." They held each other's eyes for a moment before Emmett relaxed.

"No, I don't," he admitted. "But our lives have been much nicer since Daryl came along."

Dr. Tollefson bit the inside of his cheek, and then ventured onto the dangerous ground. "You almost lost custody of your children, over alcohol abuse, and not that long ago," he said softly.

He expected an outburst, but Emmett just smiled sadly. "I know. Just before my wife died. Greg had run away to live with her, even. I was a mess." He sighed. "But then he came back after she died. Maybe Daryl came with him, because that's when I got my ... got my stuff together." He smiled again. "You see? I don't even cuss anymore."

"I like you, Mr. Emmett," said Dr. Tollefson. "Certainly I want to believe you. But for the sake of your son's long-term health ..." He trailed off. "As I said, I like you, and because I like you I'm going to confess that this matter won't end with this interview."

"Whatever you have to do, doctor ... What did you say your name was again?" Tollefson repeated it. "Whatever you have to do, Dr. Tollefson."

The men shook hands and parted.

On his way home, Dr. Tollefson turned over in his head the most intriguing bit of information, that "Daryl" had appeared about the time that the teenage son had returned home. He genuinely liked Emmett, and didn't want to share his dark suspicion about the other son until he'd had a chance to look into certain juvenile records.

For his part, Emmett stood thoughtfully in the living room for a spell, then retreated to the dining nook to look up some records himself on the internet. Then he repaired to the bedroom, where he spent the rest of the evening preparing a batch of injections. The chemicals were expensive, but he had satchels and satchels of stolen money hidden behind a fake panel he'd installed in the closet.

* * * * *

"There's nothing to the matter," Dr. Tollefson told Mrs. Roberts a few days later. "Forget what I told you last Friday. I've already told social services they can delete the file I asked them to set up."

"But this imaginary friend," she said. She glanced over at Todd, who was reading to himself in the corner of the classroom.

"Just an imaginary friend," the doctor replied. "Didn't you have one when you were small?"

She seemed uneasy, but he was a professional. "Can I talk to you about it later?"

"There's nothing to talk about," he said brusquely. "Besides, I'm going on vacation tomorrow." She looked startled. "Mad, sudden trip, all the way to Argentina," he said. "Just got the bug, all of a sudden." He smiled. "Maybe I won't even come back." She congratulated him and left him alone, as she went out to watch the children on the playground.

Dr. Tollefson went over to Todd and knelt down by the desk. "Do you know who I am," he asked the boy. Todd shrugged. "I always tell you where I am," Dr. Tollefson said. "Right? Just for today, I'm Daryl." Todd's eyes widened, then he smiled.

Dr. Tollefson stroked his hair gently. "I always tell you the truth, Todd," he said soothingly. "Some day, I'll tell you more of it. But always remember, I'm your friend.

"And I will never ... never ... let anyone hurt you in any way."

That promise made, he left for his office. On the way he rubbed his forearm. It showed no marks, but beneath that skin was another, and the badly healed burn marks left by a drunken, rarely ceased to trouble Gregory Daryl Emmett.

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Tebowing

Growing up I had always been that skinny nerd all the jock had picked on. I tried to work out but it never helped me to gain any weight. I was a closet football fan too. I always hid the fact I enjoyed watching the game because the bigger guys would make fun of me saying I only liked it because of the guys. That wasn’t true.

I finally got the chance to attend my first NFL game watching the NY Jets. I didn’t know much of the team but as soon as I saw him I knew I had to be him. Tim Tebow had always been a favorite of mine but seeing him in person was amazing. His sweaty body, his cocky attitude, yet he was still shy in a way.

When I got home that night I went to work. I started to look into ways to get Tebow’s manly body. After hours of searching online I found the spell I was finally looking for. It was going to swap us and make it so Tebow would not ever remember his old life. He would just believe he was me. The only problem with this spell was I needed something of his.

The part of getting something that belonged to him took way longer than I had planned. After a few months I finally got into the locker room and was able to raid his locker. There was so much to choose but I finally took one of his sweaty work out shirts.

That night I got to work setting up the spell. After hours nothing had happened and I figured I got scammed and committed a theft for nothing. I went to bed disappointed I fell for this scam.

The next morning I woke up really groggy and feeling out of it. I stumbled to the bathroom. I didn’t know what was up but everything seemed familiar yet different. When I got to the mirror that is when I realized what was different….I was! My body…..I was looking back at Tim Tebow.
I took some time to explore this new manly muscular body. It was a big difference from my 5’4” 100 pound nerdy body. I was a heart throb now!
I have been enjoying my new life. I know everything he does and am getting all this amazing attention. I even had my old bullies come up to me and act so nice. It took all I could to not say something but I just acted the part.

I must admit the one downside is I feel like I am back in school still. The coach always has me studying plays and stuff. t is so much harder to think too. But I guess this isn’t the worst downside for all I get. Plus the guys and girls I attract is amazing.

Bath time

Guest Post by Erick S.

 

“A bath?” my brother Drew laughed me off, “I dunno, bro. No offense, but this whole ‘taking a bath’ thing is a little gay to me.”

“C’mon,” I told him, “I know you’re stressed out about your date with Jess tonight. A nice bath will help you relax. It’s worked all those other times, right?”

“Yeah, man,” he said, “Still can’t believe you got this whole thing set up with Jess. I’ve been trying to hook up with her since she broke up with Matt last summer. You’re sure she’s gonna be there? I’m getting kind of nervous, I haven’t heard anything from her yet.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna be there!” I assured him, “She’s the one who asked me to set this whole thing up when we were out shopping this afternoon. I think she’s really excited about it!”

“Well having a gay little brother has its advantages, I guess,” Drew laughed, “You spend the whole day shopping and getting your nails done with the hottest chicks in town and then you set me up on dates with them. Gotta say that’s kinda cool, bro. Glad you’re living with me this year.”

“Hey, any time. Mom and Dad were totally wrong when they said we’d never be able to live together, right?” I smiled, “Do you want me to get your bath ready?”

“All right, all right,” he finally agreed, “But I don’t want any of that fruity stuff in there. None of those bath oils or whatever. Just plain.”
“You got it, bro,” I said.

That had been exactly one hour ago. Now, pressing my ear up against the bathroom door, I didn’t hear a sound. Cautiously, I turned the knob and peeked in. There was my big brother, laid back in the tub and looking completely knocked out. Just as I had expected. I grinned, looking over his body. He had a nice, athletic build and your typical masculine, scruffy straight-guy look. He looked his best in a pair of basketball shorts, some sort of random, wrinkled t-shirt and a baseball cap -- the kind of thing he could wear out to the gym or over to his bros’ place to watch a game. At least, that was the look I always liked on him best.

I guess if he got all of the typical straight-guy genes, it was only natural that I ended up much smaller and, I guess, more feminine. Which was fine with me, most of the time. But sometimes I envied him for the way he looked, and sometimes I just wanted to wear his body for a couple of hours to have people look at me just like an average dude and not like The Gay Brother. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Sorry, bro,” I said, reaching into the tub and pulling the plug, “No date with Jess tonight after all.”

It didn’t matter. Before I left his body, I would leave him with the memory of having had an amazing date with Jess, and probably add in some hot sex just like he’d been wanting. He was never shy with the way he talked about girls around me. He told me exactly what he liked them to do and what he liked to do to them. It made it really easy for me to create the memories for him.

As the last of the water drained out of the tub, I got undressed. I squished myself into the tub right next to him and took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, I started to work my way into him, feeling myself completely disappear into his body. There was always this dizzying moment just before I made it all the way in. A nauseating, all-over feeling. I just had to focus on holding my breath. And then I was in.

With a gasp of air, I opened my eyes and looked down at my brother’s buzzed chest. I looked over and twisted my arm. Sure enough, there was his tattoo. I reached up and scratched my scruffy face. He had probably grown this scruff in a day or two. For me, I don’t know if I would get that scruffy even after two weeks of not shaving. I grinned. It felt great being inside of him again.

I stood myself up and grabbed a towel. I dried off my borrowed body, letting myself enjoy my new size and shape. I took a look at myself in the mirror.
“Well, bro,” I said to my reflection, “Since the date with Jess is off, what do ya say we do tonight instead?”

As if on cue, I heard his phone buzz in his bedroom. I finished drying myself off and headed into his room. I could walk around the house totally naked like this, and I loved it.

Something I never knew about him before I started doing this was how big his balls were. It sounds kinda strange, but I loved how heavy they felt and the way they flopped around. Totally different from mine. Our dicks were about the same size, but I liked the way those big balls made me feel.

I reached for his phone on the nightstand. His buddy Bryan had texted him. “O’Tooles tonight?” Local sports bar. Perfect.

“Yeah,” I texted back, “Game starts at 7. Meet you there. Matt coming?”

Another thing I loved about being Drew was the way I just knew everything about sports all of a sudden. When I was inside of him, I knew everything about him, really. Knew all of his friends, knew how he acted around them. Knew the right things to say. It surprised me sometimes how much I could sound like him and act like him. I don’t know if it was a totally perfect impersonation, but more often than not when I was him, I would be out with his buds and after a few beers, it didn’t matter too much anyhow.

I pulled a pair of Fruit of the Loom boxers out of his top drawer. No Andrew Christian briefs for me tonight. I slid them up over my hairy legs and then grabbed a pair of basketball shorts off of the floor and a t-shirt out of the laundry hamper. I liked to wear stuff of his that he’d already worn. Plus, that was totally Drew. Just throwing together an “outfit” out of the first things he could grab. He could never understand my sense of fashion, or how I could spend hours shopping or trying to decide on the right outfit.

I completed the look with a pair of his favorite sneakers and, of course, a baseball cap. I didn’t even need to style my hair or put product in it. It was great. He had a stick of deodorant on top of his dresser and I swiped some on under my shirt. I took a breath in and smiled. I totally smelled like him now.

He had a mirror on the back of his door, and when I stepped in front of it, I saw Drew. Completely and totally. Just a laid-back straight guy heading out to the local sports bar to meet up with a few of his buds. I almost couldn’t contain myself. It was exciting every time.

I took one last confident look at myself, grabbed his keys, and flipped off the light in his bedroom.

“All right, bro,” I said to myself as I headed out the door, “Let’s have us a good night, what do ya say?"