Final Week

Well, what a journey… and there is still another week to go!

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Self Service

 

My car windscreen had cracked and I took it to the repair shop. Ryan the mechanic assessed the damage and said “You’re going to have to get it replaced.”

How much is it?” I asked him.

“About 400 bucks” was his reply.

“Christ I can’t afford that!” I said.

“Well there is a way you can do it for free and in a roundabout way you will be doing it yourself.”

“Really” I said.

“Yep if you’re interested I could do with a few hours off to sort some personal problems out.”

Ryan told me he was having trouble with his girlfriend and needed to sort finances’ out as well as childcare arrangements for the weeks ahead. His girlfriend had found out that deep down he was gay.

“Ok” I said, in a confused kind of way.

“If you’re up for it, I can swap our bodies and you could do the job yourself. Then I can go and get my bits sorted," he pulls at his lip, "it doesn’t matter what I look like, not this time.”

“Wait, hang on, I don't know how to replace the windscreen.”

“Sure you would we can also copy our memories and you would know exactly what to do. Once you have fixed your car. It will be lunch time and you can take my body for lunch and maybe a bit of fun.”

I started to look at him in a way I have never looked at another townie before. He was a good looking lad; shaved head, a bit of facial stubble maybe about twenty-two. It was his dimples in his cheeks and chin that got me going as well as his beefy arms and gorgeous hands and chewed finger nails.

“Look” he said, “I do this daily. It’s a way for me to do less work. I’m a lazy guy! I promise you will only have to be me for half a day.”

Ok I thought, this could get interesting. I still didn’t believe him. So I asked him to demonstrate his powers. He grabbed my hand and drew a smiley face on my palm. My hand went numb; it went very springy, bendy and floppy. He shown me his hands, nothing on them at all, clean and fresh ready for a days work, of course they had the rugged look that mine didn’t have, but still clean.

I gasped as I lost control of my hand and arm and I looked over to Ryan, a little scared. With eyes wide I watched as his arm changed to mine, he showed me his new palm and there was the smiley face he had drawn on mine. I was shocked when my own arm started to move by itself. He began to stroke his shaved head, and my own arm followed suit. It was a very strange; instead of feeling my own hair, I could feel the rough stubble from Ryan's head.

My arm fell floppy again, still resting on my head, Ryan’s arm and hand became his own and I was able to control my own arm again.

Still looking confused, I asked him show me what he looked like under his clothes. I might be taking his good looking face, but underneath he might not be so lucky.

“You might have something wrong with you.” I said

“What do you mean like a plastic leg or something?" He scratched his nose and laughed to himself…

“Never heard it put that way but every time I swap with someone for half a day like this, I do offer a private thirty minute viewing. Are you up for it?” he asked.

“I’ll try anything once!” I said to him.

He sits down and takes off his boots and socks.

“Wait” I said, “I don’t need or want to see everything.”

“Oh…”He chuckled “You’re going to get a lot more than you expect.”

He hands me his boots and socks and just says “take these to the washroom and put them on, stand in front of the mirror and watch.”

“Ok” I said. “What size are these?

“8s” he said.

“Oh they won’t fit me. I’m a 10.”

“They will” Ryan said. “Just try it.”

I'm still not convinced but I head over to the washroom and sit down. I remove my trainers and socks and keep repeating to myself, this is madness; whatever he has planned sure as hell can’t work.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I pick up his socks. Pure white ones that smell of after shave. They are ever so slightly damp, warm and a little discoloured on the toes and heals. Pure white other than that with a black stitched Nike tick. I hated people who wore white socks with formal shoes and boots, white socks were for trainers, not boots. Never mind I thought, this is only temporary.

The socks were smaller than I'm used to and I struggle to make them fit properly at first, all tight around my ankles and they don’t reach as far up my legs as I am used too.

My feet start to warm up and tingle. There was no heating in the wash room so I put it down to how cold the room was and how warm his socks were. I start to mutter to my self this is weird. I’ve just put someone else’s socks onto my feet; A lad I had only known for a half hour at most.

Questions start to pop into my head; When did he last wash his feet or his socks. This is weird. He might have any number of infections and now I’m passing them onto my feet.

Passing it off, I line the toe marks up with my own toes. Strange I thought, my toes must be the same size and shape as his. As I pull them on further the heal marks also line up with my own heals. I look in amazement my feet look smaller than they were earlier. I put them next to my own trainers and they have shrunk. They must be two sizes smaller now. What’s happened? I thought.

Getting more and more curious I grab Ryan’s boots and slip them onto my feet. The groves for the heal and the toes and the uncompressed cushioning where the arch of his foot doesn’t touch his boot matches perfectly with the feet I have just put into the boots. I only notice because my feet are flat.

I stand up and look into the mirror. The first thing I notice is that my clothes are fading and dissolving. Suddenly I’m completely naked except for Ryan’s boots and socks. My entire body begins to tingle and heat up. I scream with pain and stare even harder into the mirror. My legs are the first thing to adjust; closest to the boots. They heat up so much that I begin to drip sweat all over. They seem to change shape grow longer and more muscular. Hairless right now. In fact I don’t have a single hair on my body or my head.

At that moment my arse begins to swell and my dick becomes instantly erect as they heat up too. Next my body seems to shrink and then grow muscle. I’m in so much pain, sweating profusely, but it looks like it’s going to be worth it. I can only guess right now but it appears I’m becoming Ryan.

My arms shorten and my hands become rough and rugged. My head changes, developing features of Ryan’s face. Hairs start to grow all over my body, face and head. My skin tone changes to that of Ryan’s as my body makes its final transformation into Ryan.

The grand finale was when horny looking white Calvin Klein boxer shorts appear around my waist and then black pants and black mechanics uniform cover me up. I then feel needles on my arm as a tattoo of a dragon is etched as well as the names of Ryan’s kids.

There’s a knock on the door. I say “Hello? Wait I don’t sound like me.”

“No!” said Ryan from behind the door. “You sound like me and hopefully, you look like me too.”

I open the door. Its Ryan still as Ryan. He gazed at me up and down.

“Yep it’s worked. This is your 30 minute trial time. Follow me.”

I feel strange and start to ask loads of questions. “I’m you. I still know nothing about you. I feel dirty and unclean, but I can see and smell you’re not, I’m not… It’s a weird sensation.. When did you last take a shower? I want a smoke but I don’t smoke. I feel hungry but I’ve only just eaten. I can taste coffee but I don’t like it.

He says “Don’t worry, by the time we get to the office you will feel better as all your questions and more will be answered as our minds merge.”

We head into the back rooms of the repair shop and into an office.

“Right," he said, "normally when a guy trials me he picks up some of my traits and becomes gay just like me so normally we have a little play time but that’s up to you; Although I don’t think you look as attractive as I do you are still making me really horny.”

“Wait, I’m a duplicate of you I’m exactly the same attractiveness as you.”

“Well,” he says “Prove it. It’s not always about looks!”

So I walk over to him and kiss him. “Good start.” He says.

I reach down to his waist and remove his polo shirt. I lift it over his head and reveal his sexy body the six pack the gorgeous pec's. I start to rub his chest and nipples then kiss his chest examining every inch of him. Knowing now exactly what gets him going.

I move down to his dick its already hard and I begin to tease his balls with my tongue then the end of his dick before swallowing his entire piece of meat down my throat.

“You like the taste of that don’t you.” he said to me.

“I sure do!” I said, almost being gagged whilst coming up for air.

I got him really going, and he nearly spurted his cum inside my mouth. So I stopped and went back to kissing him.

Before long I ended up rimming his arse. Tasting every inch of him in learning all I could about his amazing body. I went back round to his cock and began sucking him off and making him cum.

He repeated the process on me and sucked, licked and rimmed every inch of my body – the twin of his. He then spun me around and ploughed his cock into my virgin arse hole, well it’s his arse hole – it’s not virgin, but I am, so it’s as good as.

He finally forces me to lie down before riding my cock and making me cum in his arse. Once I’ve cum inside him he stops but just rests with my cock still inside him.

“Wow!” he said “the full works you must have been well horny and you sure as hell did it for me. 11 out of 10 pal.

So, now you have explored me are you happy to fix your car yourself?”

“Yer I’m happy to swap with you.”

“I thought so.”

He removed his boots and socks from my feet and my body is instantly transformed back into my own.

“Are you ready then” he says?

“Yup” I say.

“Well fuck me!!” he said.

“Ok” I said and began to enjoy it.

I cummed inside him quite quickly. Then with all the excitement, he soon flips me over and fucks me HARD. He cums even quicker than I did and his sperm doesn’t just stay in my arse this time. I feel it oozing all around my body, warming as it goes, internally and externally transforming me into him and eventually duplicating his brain into mine and leaving my knowledge there too.

After twenty minutes the transformation is complete We begin to get dressed. Me in Ryan’s uniform. He places my scally gear I arrived into a bag and grabs another pair of size 8 boots and socks from under the desk, he puts them on and reaches into the pocket of my pants, has a quick feel of my cock and grabs the keys to Ryan’s van. I look up at him and he has transformed into himself.

“Why you done that” I asked him.

He told me he had to be “Ryan” to get the van out past the boss.

“Don’t worry, he won’t notice, just go down and start work in about fifteen minutes.” He said before kissing me on my unshaven cheek. “Its 8am, switch back will be at ten past two, ten minutes after your dinner hour will be over. Be ready with the car, ok?”

“Yer fine” I said and he left.

I watched as he drove off in the van. I waited for fifteen minutes and went down stairs. It was a busy morning for Ryan, well me. I finally managed to meet his targets for the end of the month and managed to gain him a bonus of $300 in his wages.

Finally it was dinner time. I hadn’t had time to stop for a drink or food or even a chat I headed to a greasy fast food joint. I hated them, so greasy and not really appetising. But I was in someone else’s body, may as well enjoy it!

With thirty minutes to spare I decided to strip out of Ryan’s uniform and explore this body in private, examining every part of it and wanking off in the mirror. I looked at the time and it was 2pm, there was a knock on the door and I quickly got dressed.

“Err come in,” I shouted.

“I was just having a snooze, come in.”

Ryan had returned wearing his own body. He transformed back into me and we just chatted for ten minutes before cum began to ooze out of our arses and transformed us both back into ourselves.

“Enjoy that?” He said?

He handed me his spare boots and socks.

I said “Yer, shame it’s over, where do you want me to leave these?”

“Err take em with ya. I have a feeling you may be needing them.”

Ok I thought, wonder what he means. I meet him in reception ten minutes later and sign the paperwork,

“It’s all done”

“Oh thanks.”

I get into my car and it smells of Ryan, his hands have touched my steering wheel, the mirror the paint, the gear stick, his arse has touched my seat. I knew all this because it was me wearing his body. I felt strange driving home, I could still smell Ryan which I thought was weird since the windows open but somehow his scent and his DNA on the steering wheel had merged with my own and my body had transformed into his again.

I’m Ryan again!! I didn’t want to get out of the car and begin to look in even more detail at his hands, face and stomach. My cock is hard again. I pull into the drive and luckily no one is about, how long will this last I wonder?

Eventually I get out and transform back into myself. I can still remember Ryan’s memories but they are fading fast so I write down his mobile number.

Later that day, my phone rings from a number I that looks familiar, I look at the number I wrote down for Ryan; it was the same.

I answer and say “err hi is this Ryan?

“Yep” is the reply. “Err I have an advantage over you, I remember everything about you, I know you have almost forgotten what happened earlier and almost everything about me, but I just wanted to say thanks for doing so much as me this morning.”

“Oh its ok, I enjoyed it.”

“Good” he says, “how do you feel about making it permanent?”

I don’t know why because I knew how unhappy Ryan was with his life, and if I was him permanently, but I say “yes ok.” Maybe I can make improvements to his life and make him happier again.

True to his word, he turns up straight from work, he is filthy and he stinks like a man who has done a day’s work. Strangely I found it extremely attractive.

“Wow I said to him you carried on working this afternoon.”

“Nope this is how you left me, I did switch with someone else, but they did even less work than I normally do.”

“So do you really want to make todays swap permanent?”

“My boss was thrilled with what I got, sorry; you got done this morning.”

“Yer” I say to him, “I’m just bothered that when I’m you, I might go back to your old ways.”

“Doubt it he says. Traits are also passed on like you becoming gay when you were a duplicate of me.”

“Ok” I said “let’s do it.”

He said “there’s no difference to this morning’s swap, but between hour 5 and 6 we must cum inside each other again.”

“Ok” I said, “go get showered and ill swap with you then we can go out for a bit.”

That was a horny time, lathering each other up sucking and licking whatever we could. Once we were both clean; He fucked me and then I fucked him, as before the sperm that we had ejaculated into each other went further into our bodies and also surrounded the outside of our bodies as well like some kind of cocoon. Temporally cocooned and frozen whilst our bodies swap with each other.

Once complete and we are swapped and clean we get out of the shower and head out to the pub for a few hours. We just chatted and got on really well together; who wouldn’t if they both knew how the other felt and what they were thinking?

We returned home almost 5 hours after we swapped. We head straight to my new bedroom, Ryan’s old one, tired and drunk. This time his body has to have the last fuck so he fucks me again then I fuck him. Once again, we are frozen and the sperm leaves our bodies and surrounds us both.

This time it’s different though, our bodies are sucked inside each other. The entire process will take around 6 hours to complete during which we are forced to sleep.

Finally its over and we awake. Myself, 22 again in control of Ryan, never changing back. Ryan now me.

He says “I hope you enjoy your new body and like being me.”

“I think I will” I said

Gym Swap

I had been coming to my gym for about 6 months now and working out. Not because I was fat just to get more tone and have a hot body for summer when I go on vacation and hit up the beaches. I noticed this kid on the other side of the gym, he couldn't be more than about 19-20 roughly.

His body was very well built and from what i could tell he was packing something huge inside.

Eventually I started talking to him and found out his name was Anthony and was working out to attract more girls around the area. I asked him if he could help me with my workouts and get me to his level, which he did agree.

After a few weeks of him training me my body was looking good. It was late and he was going to be late to a movie after out workout went longer and we lost track of time. He ended up leaving in a hurry and rushed out without locking his locker.

I figured I would lock it up for him since we were not going to be in the gym for two days since he plans to leave for the weekend after tonight. When shutting his locker I saw his workout clothes still sitting there and decided to try on his boxers and shorts that he wore just a little while before he ran out. I started to feel dizzy but I figured I was just getting turned on by wearing this kids clothes, even though he was only 5 years younger than I was. Next thing I knew I woke up on the ground with a huge headache, I must had slipped on something and fell over. I stood up but it seemed like I was shorter for some reason. I walked over the mirror and noticed Anthony staring back, when I moved he moved.

I thought to myself this was very creepy but I look just like Anthony. I looked around to see if anyone was here and it seemed that no one was left in the locker room. I quickly went over to a mirror and snapped a few photos of myself.

My phone started ringing and I saw it was Anthony on the phone. "Dude you will never believe what has happened." He said hysterically. "That we swapped bodies?" I asked laughing. "Yeah man we swapped and I am sorry for borrowing your boxers when I left but I just grabbed some and took off. I called my date and told her I was going to be late so I have an hour before I need to be there so can we figure out something."

He arrived at my apartment since I lived alone and we talked about trying to figure out what happened. We both tried wearing the others clothes and nothing happened. We talked some more and I explained I was in fact bi not straight and being me he would have to deal with my relationships if we didn't swap back. He agreed that it would be ok and he always wanted to try it anyways. He told me about his girlfriend that he had a date with tonight and he really liked her.

The date went well and I pulled it off being him, even though sometimes it was weird answering to his name and hearing his voice instead of mine. That night I had sex with her and it was amazing I don't even know if I will ever go back to how I was before when we swap back. He apparently went on a date in my body with a guy from a local bar.
We met back at my apartment the next day but he started off the conversation saying he isn't going to swap back with me, we are staying as the other.

I wasn't to happy with his decision even though I had a lot of fun. I was a angry because he was only a bagger at a grocery store and I was done with college and working for my own company making a ton of money.
He explained that he couldn't go back to being under 21 even though he had another year and he had too much fun as me. So he decided that he would move me into my old apartment with him and he would give me a job running the company together.

I guess I am stuck being him for now but hey it could be worse. Plus being straight has its advantages and this girl could be the one.

Duty Free

You check yourself in the mirrored wall as you make your way to customs and border control. A tall straight backed officer.

With a smile you hang your sunglasses on your shirt, raising an eyebrow on your perfect face, a face you can trust, a face that oozes confidence. The name on the badge catches your eye; D'Arcy, with a chuckle you rub a thumb across its embossed surface.

You turn and look at your travel partner, "Patricks, what's wrong?" You say with a touch of loathing in your voice. 

"I don't like what you're doing. We're not meant to be here. It's a direct violation of orders."

You give a sniff as the queue starts to move, "You really think I give a shit about any orders?"

"It goes against everything we stand for. It makes me sick."

"You must really hate me Patricks. But why WOULD I lie to you, this IS our new destination. You're still following orders, just someone else's now."

"I don't hate you, I just don't believe you. You've got everyone believing your fine and normal, but you're not fooling me, I don't know what it is yet; but you're not D'Arcy."

Your mouth twitches as you glance over at Patricks; your lip curls and you look directly into his eyes. He wobbles a little and his eyelids flutter. A single drop of blood falls from his nose, blemishing the perfect white of his shirt.

"Are we on the same page now Patricks?" He slowly nods. "It's a shame, I didn't really want to break you. I was starting to like you."

You get your papers out, passing them on to the attendant at the gate. He looks at the papers, the picture and then at you for a few moments. "Last minute change of destination?" He says in a dull tone. You shrug, and he waves you through.

You watch Patricks carefully, and he glances over at you for a split second before being waved through, he slowly walks over to you, as if it's forced.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" You say coolly, "I need a piss, follow me." At the restroom, you turn and look him in the eyes, "Don't let anyone IN, and count down slowly from one hundred," you tap his forehead with your finger, "after that you will remember nothing. Nod if you understand." He slowly nods. 

Inside you check the stalls, they're all clear. You glance into the mirrors above the wash basins, and grin; officer and a gentleman? Like fuck!

Glancing down, you see a spot of blood in the basin, then another. A low groan erupts from deep inside you, and with a snap of pain your vision blurs, into a cascade of crimson and white. You groan again, although this time it's different as your eyes focus on the back of D'Arcy's head.

You take a step back as the officer crumples to the ground, devoid of any master. Looking up you smile at your true identity, a face of a seventeen year old still clothed in a red t-shirt and black hoodie.

You step over the officer, and leave; only glancing at Patricks on the way out. A new country and new adventures.

Standing up to a new life

 

I am not even sure how this really happened. I was out at an event for Ben Cohen and his Stand Up Foundation and there were serving some really good drinks. I had a few more than I should have and don’t remember a lot of the evening.

I woke up the next morning feeling weird. I felt bigger and when I scratched I had a chest covered with fur. I stumbled over to the bathroom and was shocked at what I saw. It wasn’t my normal 5’6” 130 pound skinny hairless body. I was looking back at 6’2” 230 pound hairy Ben Cohen. I was in total shock.

I figured this had to be some sort of dream or I was still super drunk. I figured once I showered it would sober me up and I would be myself. Only it didn’t. The water washed over this body it felt normal. I started to slowly check it out while the warm water poured over me.

Life just carried on after this. I seemed to know everything he knew and was able to just merge with his life. It is quite a life. It is weird I went from a small gay college student to a big bearish straight former rugby player and couldn’t be happier.

There are days that it does hit me my old life is out there somewhere….at least I think it is. I don’t actually know. I have no idea what happened and so I don’t even know if the old me is there. But I can say if it is I do hope the real Ben is enjoying it as much as I am enjoying his.

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!”