Congratulations to Gary for hitting the fifty votes; below are the placings;
| 1st | 50 votes | Self Service | Gary Travis |
| 2nd | 39 votes | Stranger in a bar | Brody |
| 2nd | 39 votes | Motocross Swap | Warhawk |
| 3rd | 36 votes | Up Skilling | Gary Travis |
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As Sean has already said its the end of the month. And I would like to take the opportunity to thank the person who got us all working on these stories. Sean spends so much of his time teaching and coaching us all and i think he gets forgotten about from time to time. Not to mention the planning and co ordination it has taken. MtB is a great place and I love being a part of it.
I think all the writers will agree that we couldn’t do it without you Sean.
So can you all please join me in saying a big thank you to Sean. Hats off to you Sir.
Luis looks into the mirror and gently touches his face, only to flinch slightly. His eyes flick over to his friend Adam's reflection as he comes into the bathroom.
"Hey Luis, did you miss me?"
A smile flicks across Luis's face. "Man, I always miss you. It seems longer each time you're away."
Adam smiles. "Turn around, I want to see what I've been missing." Luis turns slowly, looking away. With a smile Adam ducks left and right to get a good look at his friend, then his smile fades as he looks Luis in the face. "Wh-- What happened?"
Luis turns away and looks at the deep purple bruise on this cheek in the mirror. "Nothing, it's OK, please don't worry about it, I don't want it to spoil what little time we have left."
Adam comes up close behind Luis, with a touch so light it makes him gasp. He had always loved Adam; they had been more than friends for longer than he could remember. A chill runs down Luis's back as his friend gently kisses his neck.
There's a knock on the door, and Adam quickly steps away from Luis just before it opens. It's Luis's father.
"Dad!" Luis protests.
"Oh... Sorry Luis," his father blushes. "I thought you were ready. Is that a bruise?"
Luis rolls his eyes. "Yes, it's a bruise. I walked into a door at school, it's nothing."
"OK, well I'll wait for you downstairs. Don't be long."
Adam steps over and raises his hand to his friends face, but Luis turns away. "Was it Dylan? Did he hit you again?" Luis slowly nods. "I wish you'd let me take care of him. You know he doesn't frighten me any more."
"Yeah I know, but I don't want you to get involved with him. He doesn't deserve your attention."
Adam sighs, gently holding his friend. "You know how much I love you, right?"
"Yeah, I know." Now it's Luis's turn to blush.
"I want to help you, it makes me angry that he picks on you. There is another way I can help."
Luis looks at his friends reflection. "No!"
"It's a sacrifice I'm prepared to make. You know that I don't have much to give now, only my love and it's the only way I can show you how much you mean to me." Adam replies
"But I'd never see you again. It's painful enough seeing you as rarely as I do already." Luis's lip trembles as he tries to fight a hidden emotion.
Adam looks into his eyes. "You wouldn't see me again--that is true, but we would be closer, closer than we'd ever been before." He rests a couple of fingers on Luis's chest. "Here." He touches his own chest. "And here, in our hearts."
Luis turns, resting his hands on the table. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been so sure, you mean everything to me and it's the last thing I have that I can give to you," Adam whispers.
There's a shout from downstairs. "Luis, it's almost time to go. We don't want to keep Adam's family waiting."
"I'll be right there," Luis shouts.
"It'll be fun," Adam smiles. "We'll be closer then we've ever been."
"OK." Luis mummers, glancing at his friends reflection.
"Close your eyes." Adam whispers.
Luis gasps as he feels a warmth rush over his entire body. A softness laps at his skin, and he lets out a groan as it penetrates his body, enveloping him completely.
Luis opens his eyes again and his friend is gone. He gasps again; and feels his friend grow within him. Luis is becoming stronger, bigger, better. Inside he hears a familiar voice warm and soothing; it's Adam. "Dylan won't be bothering us again."
Luis's father shouts again: "Luis?"
Luis quickly pulls a shirt over his larger body and pulls on a jacket, and runs down the stairs. "Are you ready?" his father asks. Luis's mother is standing next to him, they are both dressed in black.
Luis smiles faintly, "Yes, I think I am."
His father looks quizzically at Luis. "I thought you had a bruise."
Luis touches his face. It's warm, and there is none of the sharp pain there was before. "Fixed it for you." Adam whispers.
Luis's mother sighs, "Adam was such a nice boy, such a sad loss for someone so young." She gives Luis a hug. "I know he was special to you, very special. But I want you to know that we understand how painful it must be for you."
It's the second anniversary of Adam's untimely death. Luis squeezes his mother "I think, I'm ready to say goodbye. I know where he is now, with me in my heart.' She wipes a tear from her eye.
A voice inside Luis whispers "Together forever, the power of two, I'll be with you all the way."
“That was a great nite, babe.”
“Yeah, I enjoyed myself, though the suburban dad type body you’re using isn’t exactly the most enticing object for me, you made it work baby.”
Chris flexed his biceps while Andy lay on him stroking the man fur on his chest.
“Haha, by the way you’re coo-ing right now you’d have fooled me.”
“What can I say, you’re one hot dad!”
Chris nodded in agreement.
“Ok, let’s go get up and get going. The book-fair is in town and I don’t want us to be late.”
Andy rolled off of Chris and began to busy himself around the room. Chris got up and pulled on a pair of blue pajama bottoms. He posed with his hands on his hips while he addressed his husband.
“What, no breakfast in bed, honey?”
Andy let out a guffaw and continued to iron his clothes.
“Now babe, you know how I like my breakfast in bed on Saturday mornings. I’d expect you to at least do me this service after all I do for you and the kids…”
“Ok, you can cut this little fantasy of yours out. You know I don’t play the submissive house-wife role well. And eww! Sex with a woman… what a horrid thought!”
Chris sits on the bed and cracks a sly smirk at Andy. “Oh, I dunno. Can’t be all that bad.”
“Ooookkk. Can we talk about something else? Like what are you going to wear to the fair?”
Andy turns around and begins to head to the bathroom while Chris smiles stealthily. Andy continues: “Several of my favorite authors are going to be there and I want you to be on your most sophisticated behavior.”
As Andy turned his back to go into the bathroom, Chris lowers his head and begins his shapeshifting. First, his skin takes on a noticeably browner hue… tattoos begin to etch themselves around his arms and chest and his bone structure rearranges …
“And babe…” Andy comes back in time to watch as Chris finishes his transformation…”CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK!”
Chris lifts his head and smirks coyly at Andy. “What up babi boy?”
“REALLY? CHRIS BROWN? The most homophobic and crass jerk to trick audiences into loving him?!?”
Chris looks unamused at the accusations. “Yo, team breezy for life. You gotta learn how to have some fun nigga.”
“Ewwww. C’mon! Please don’t wear this persona!”
The Breezy Imposter stands up and begins to flex his body. “Listen homie, why don’t you relax and come let me lay you down a minute.”
Andy, despite being an outspoken critic of Chris Brown’s music and lifestyle, couldn’t help but feel enticed by the pure sexual energy radiating from the way that Chris was moving. He looked into Chris’s eyes… they were luring him almost daring him to traverse down a road of sexual abuse and sadistic pleasure. He could see why Chris Brown always won… the man’s body screamed of raw and dominant sexual energy.
Smiling knowingly, Andy continued: “You know, the real Chris Brown would have a heart attack if he knew you were behaving like this with his image.”
“Whay you talkn ‘bout shawte, da real Breezy is right here lookin atchu. And the real Breezy want some real good sex right about now.”
Chris leaned in and began to kiss Andy furiously. The two made love, madly, through the night.
So far, it was a typical Friday evening for Jacob. Work was exhausting this week but he put the frustration it caused to good use at the gym. As an IT specialist Jacob had seen it all, but this week it seemed everything happened simultaneously. He used the gym to escape the stress of his job, and it showed. At just barely six feet, Jacob had made significant accomplishments in the gym, getting his weight up to a respectable 235 pounds. He noticed time to time the glances or casual lingering stares from other guys in the gym. Some were even bold enough to approach him, and he had to admit to himself that he found it flattering and that it boosted his ego and self-esteem. He had even caught a few guys trying to get a peek of his cock when he removed his towel to change after showering. He thought it was average, but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth.
Jacob took his workouts seriously, and always made the time no matter how busy he was. Close to 9:30pm, Jacob entered the locker room and began to undress. His shirt was drenched with sweat, and he peeled it off of himself, grabbing the tail and then pulling it up and over. A few stray beads of sweat rolled down his hard chest and each ridge of his abdominals as Jacob admired himself in the mirror. It was considered perfection by others, but Jacob saw the imperfections and strived to keep improving. Sometimes the thought of starting fresh and getting a new body would pop into his head, but that wouldn’t be possible, though he wished that it was. The thought of it got him excited, as his cock began to harden inside his shorts. Quickly he dismissed the thought from his mind, and took a picture of himself in the mirror with his phone, a post-workout tradition he did once a week to track his progress.
After his shower, Jacob checked his phone and saw new messages from his online dating profile, particularly one that commented about his photos. It was from a local guy, Alex, and he had sent messages to him before. Jacob had seen pictures of his profile and he definitely liked what he saw. Earlier pictures of Alex were athletic and smooth, and more recent pictures were more muscular, closer to Jacob’s build, with a couple of tattoos. He could tell that he took his workouts seriously, which was a plus to Jacob. He sent Alex a reply suggesting to meet up later that evening. While Jacob began to towel off and put on his clothes, Alex sent a reply inviting Jacob to his place along with his address. Jacob slipped his phone into his pocket, grabbed his gym bag and left.
Alex’s place wasn’t too far from his own, so Jacob didn’t have far to travel. It was about half a mile from his own place so he was able to drop his things off at home first. He decided to change again. Jacob put on an older pair of jeans with a few tears in them that hung lower on his hips. They brought focus to and accentuated his ass, especially when he wore just a jock strap underneath, and were tight on his legs and showed some their definition. He decided to wear a tight t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, especially after his arm workout today, and his gym shoes. Satisfied, Jacob left and headed over to Alex’s place.
As he walked, Jacob looked at Alex’s profile again. There was a thought in the back of his head that he couldn’t shake. His pictures were great but something seemed…off. Maybe he was just thinking too much, but Jacob forgot that thought, and found he had arrived at Alex’s place. He rand the doorbell, and Jacob was buzzed inside.
Third floor, apartment 305, and the door was open. Jacob walked inside and the lights were dimmed. He could hear the shower running in the other room. “Alex, you in there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Take your time.” Jacob looked around the room. The apartment so far was sparsely decorated with the essentials. The living room had a couch and chair, and on the wall were a few framed pictures, probably with stock photos that are inside when the frames are purchased. There was a small kitchen connecting to the living room, a few dishes in the sink, the counters bare, the refrigerator humming lowly in the background.
“Here I am…”
Jacob turned around to see Alex standing at the door frame just wearing board shorts.
“Wow, your pictures really don’t do you justice, Alex. You look you’ve put on some size.”
“Yeah, trying out some new stuff I’ve read up about.”
“Oh, yeah? Maybe I should give it a try…” Jacob stepped closer to Alex and put his hands on his waist. He brushed his thumbs along the ridges of Alex’s abdominals and brought his eyes up to his chest. “Looks like it’s really working wonders for you.”
Alex grinned at Jacob as he put his hands on him, enjoying the touch of his hands on his body. Jacob ran his hands up Alex’s side, grabbing at his muscular frame. Alex took notice and began to flex for him. Jacob grabbed tightly, enjoying what he was feeling. He leaned in closer to Alex and wrapped his arms around him. Alex did the same and dragged his hands down Jacob’s back and landed on his ass. He slid his hands into his jeans and felt the jock strap Jacob was wearing.
“Mmmm, looks like someone just went to the gym…”
“Yeah, I usually do at the end of the day.” Jacob brought his arms up and flexed his biceps for him. The veins pulsed and twitched along the surface of his skin. Alex grabbed one his arms and tried to wrap his hands around his bicep as he flexed, and then leaned in closer, dragging his tongue on his skin, kissing the peak, worshipping it.
“Glad you did. Man, I want your body so bad….”
And there was that thought in the back of Jacob’s head again, but it was dismissed by the feeling of Alex’s tongue and lips on his smooth armpit. He watched as Alex dove his face into Jacob’s pit, licking and kissing. He grabbed the back of Alex’s head and pushed him in closer and heard his muffled moans and felt them on his skin. Jacob shuddered from enjoyment and tightened his grip on Alex’s head, and then he heard something completely different, almost like a pop, like when you remove a suction cup or mount from a surface. It was loud enough to snap Jacob out of the moment and he opened his eyes. Looking down, he still saw the back of Alex’s head in the grip of his hand and something else that he didn’t believe it at first.
Alex’s body was standing in front of Jacob, his hands on his hips, and then it reached and readjusted himself, his cock getting hard. Jacob was speechless seeing this in front of him. He began to loosen his hold on Alex’s head and started to feel it fall but quickly recovered it. He heard Alex’s head yelp from the surprise of almost falling.
“Whew, thanks.”
“What….wha-wha….”
Alex’s body then approached Jacob, reached out with his hand and grabbed his crotch.
“Huh, looks like my body wants your body too...”
Jacob was mesmerized at the sight of Alex’s body as it began to massage his cock and balls, getting harder in his grip. Alex’s body then grabbed the collar of Jacob’s shirt. With a forceful tug, he ripped the collar and tore Jacob’s shirt open. He threw the shirt onto the floor and then began to grab Jacob’s huge pecs with his hands, brushing his fingers on his nipples. Jacob began to moan out loud. He wasn’t thinking of anything but this at the moment, enjoying it thoroughly. He got caught up in the moment, and dropped Jacob’s head onto the floor.
“Hey, watch it!”
Jacob didn’t hear Alex as he dropped to the floor. He was too preoccupied with Alex’s body. He had circled around Jacob, standing behind him, his hands running up and down his chest, then down his stomach, and finally beginning to undo his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and undid the button, then slowly tugged the zipper to slide his hand inside his jock to grab his hard cock. Jacob moaned in ecstasy.
“Wow, looks like my body really wants your body badly. Guess we’ll have to fix that….”
Alex’s body reached out his foot and rolled his head closer to him so that he could easily pick it up. He held it in his hand for a second.
“Yeah, I want your body all for myself…”
Jacob was enjoying everything, and then there was another sudden and loud pop. Alex’s body grabbed onto Jacob’s head and had easily removed it from his body, and then quickly replaced it with Alex’s head. He stood there now with Jacob’s body and began getting accustomed to Jacob’s body. He zipped up his jeans but not before sliding his hand inside his jock to check out his new equipment. Alex’s other body put Jacob’s head down on the side table near Alex’s phone. He grabbed the phone ready to take a picture.
“Gotta tell you, Jacob. Your body feels amazing. Well, my body now. Great legs too, it’s like these jeans are painted on.”
Alex then put his arms up and flexed his biceps while his other body took the picture.
“Great, another progress picture for my profile. Hopefully I can get another one for next month.”
I was so annoyed when I got home from work after a 12 hour night shift. Apparently I had sprung a leak in my bathroom. I had no skills or spare cash to fix it, so all I could do was turn the water off at the mains and speak to my Dad later in the day. After cleaning up most of the mess, chilling for an hour or so with a beer and some pizza; I headed into the garden for a quick smoke before heading to bed.
I looked across the fence to the new housing estate where there were builders, building brand new houses. I contemplated to myself “I wish I had gone to college and learned a trade after school and had the skills to fix my leak” It was rumoured that plumbers were on $40 an hour as opposed to my measly $8 an hour. Having said that, I was fairly well off, but only on pay day, money seemed to go nowhere.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep is “I wonder what it would be like to be a builder?”
What happened next was a real out of body experience or maybe it was a dream. Suddenly, I found myself on the building site across from my garden fence, I was chatting to a few other builders like I was there best mates, the banter and chit chat, all whilst I was laying bricks to build this house. I just got on with it as though it was the norm. I knew in the back of my mind that I should be asleep so this had to be a dream.
I glanced at my watch, on my left arm. It was the first time I had looked at myself. I was confused; I always wore a watch on my right arm. I noticed how young my arm looked. This was weird; in all my other dreams I had been myself, this time it appeared that I was someone completely different. It was 11am and time for a tea break.
A man who I recognised as Jack shouted “YOU COMING MARTYN?”
“Sure am, I'm gasping for a brew and a bacon butty” I replied.
I headed for the washroom and began to wash my hands. It was the first time I had seen my reflection. Grabbing onto the basin that I almost pulled off the wall as I jumped back in shock. The mirror image was not my normal bear type body. It was an athletic looking body that was barely out of its teenage years. Obviously an apprentice in the building trade and freshly out of college. He had all the knowledge and skills required to build a house on his own from scratch if he ever needed too.
I admired my new form only for an instant before I heard a voice behind me and said in a husky American accent “You’re not in Kansas anymore Martyn.” It was shortly followed by a comical chuckle. Remembering the old classic film; The Wizard of Oz; for some reason I taped my heals together three times and the next thing I knew I was waking up in my own bed.
I remembered everything about Martyn, his day, his life and his skills. I had all of his memories. Absolutely everything, it was quite strange I had the desire to build something simply because I suddenly knew how. It was a dream right?!?!?
At work I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking – fat use a builder was; I needed a plumber. But it was more than that, I had the memories of Martyn, a guy I had never met, but I had been in a dream. It was really disorienting, almost like having a second brain inside my head. I pondered on what would happen if I had seen a plumber before I went to bed the yesterday. I decided that finding a plumber would be my next challenge for the morning.
As luck would have it, when I got home there was a white van pulling onto the building estate. Well I say luck, but I was parked just outside the gates of the sites car park where I could see exactly what was going on. I didn’t have a clue what he did for a living, but to he had a roguish look that sort of hit all the right buttons. I had never considered myself to swing the other way, but I've been told that I'm in touch with my sensitive side and even I knew he was good looking guy. You could always tell the luckier ones – the ones who were cut from a different cloth so to speak. I had decided that if this was in fact happening for real then I would only choose good looking guys. I had been lucky yesterday, Martyn, the builder I had only seen from a distance.
The lad in the van was young lad who dressed a little scruffily but he looked like he kept himself clean and tidy as a person. It was obviously some sort of apprentice scheme, maybe a get back into work or possibly a young offenders payback system because all of these lads were young, with the odd middle aged bloke dotted about – must have been the tutors. Something that I would have to dig into and find out why they were all under about 25.
Once he opened his van, I realised that this guy would be perfect, lots of pipes and plumbing equipment. I could recognise the UpVC pipes and the copper bits, but there were tools that I didn’t have a clue what they did.
I was getting tired and knew what I needed to do. I raced to bed and began to drift away. The last thing I remember thinking was “I wonder what it would be like to be a plumber?”
Once again, it happened. The next thing I knew was getting wet as Jimmy had decided it would be funny to make one of the pipes leak. I had just connected them and turned the water on for its test.
“Shit” I screamed “you’re gonna pay for that Jimmy, the boss is coming to sign me off on this house later, how am I gonna explain me being soaked to the skin and all this water everywhere.”
Jimmy headed over to the mains and turned off the tap, then threw me a mop. I sat back for a moment and realised I was actually having fun, I hadn’t even realised that I had swapped in to Jake. The guy I had seen earlier this morning. I started chatting to Jimmy.
“Don’t worry Jake; it was just a bit of harmless fun. I’ve got some spare kit in the van and we’ll get this mess sorted before the boss sees anything.”
I just chuckled and Jimmy went off while I finished off cleaning up. Jimmy returned with a set of brand new overalls, still in their wrapper and a towel.
“Thanks” I said
I snuck into a corner, and striped, drying myself off then I pause; suddenly I had a feeling I was being watched, I quickly spun round to see Jimmy staring straight at me.
“Sorry mate” he said, I’ve just never seen such a stunner before”
I felt myself going red… then there was a knock at the door and to my horror it was the boss, here for my inspection.
My boss let himself in. He had a clip board and he was obviously an official. All he did was tick boxes on his clip board. Finally he spoke.
“Excellent work Jake. I have no problem signing you off.” He stated.
With that I figured I had been Jake long enough. So I quickly tapped my heals three times. This time something was different. I looked down at myself and I was sure that I was once again myself, but I hadn’t woken in my own room. Instead I was in a very bright white room with a single computer terminal sat in the middle. I walked over to it and sat down.
There was an interactive application on the screen and it said to begin, I needed to connect my iPhone to it. Which I did. The app stated that I had been pre-selected for a magical experiences of up skilling my life skills with a unique way of body swapping. Basically, the last 2 days had been trials. I was now able to browse images on my phone and view their skills that I wanted to add to my own life. I wouldn’t be able to return to my own body and life without fixing something about their life first, kind of a payment for them up skilling my life.
The next I knew I was waking up in my own bed. Possibly for the last time in a while. The app was ready there and waiting on my iPhone. I fixed my leak and set to browsing the apps profiles. There were literally hundreds of faces popping up, any age, and religion, any race and both sexes. All it told me was their name and the skill they would provide, the rest I would find out when I arrived in my chosen body.
I had decided to attempt to play it safe and went for someone who was male and looked around my own age. The only real decision I had to make from there was what skill I wanted to learn. I had been a builder and a plumber so decided to continue with the trades for a while. I set the filter to show me only electricians. At this point there were only three to choose from. A young lady, an older man and this guy.
I chose him because he looked my age and after pressing on his picture, I then pressed the button that began the transfer. I felt my own body drift to sleep and soon enough I had woken up in the body of Chris. Instantly, Chris was sent into me and I knew everything he knew about being an electrician. In fact everything Chris and what I needed to do to return back to being myself.
Chris had been with his partner, Danni, for around ten years. Chris knew what Danni wanted, marriage. But Chris didn’t have the nerve to do it. That was going to be my job. I didn’t want to just jump into it though, I decided to learn to live as Chris for a while first, and then make a bit of a fuss to make it a special moment for them both. I tried the heal tapping, just for curiosity but it didn’t work.
Since I was staying for a while, I decided it would be ok for me to learn about Chris. Of course I already knew everything, but I hadn’t experienced anything as Chris. Believe me I had picked a good body. He was packing a very large package that was sure to hurt anyone it encountered. He had obviously spent a lot of time in the gym as his body was perfectly sculptured. Amazing abdominal area, really nice toned pecs and arms that I could only ever of dreamed of. He kept himself trim and proper too with a trip to the men’s salon on a monthly basis where he was pampered tip to toe. I considered it a bit strange, a little feminine, but from looking at my new temporary reflection, it had been worth it. Chris also had a tribal tattoo on his left shoulder and arm. As he didn’t know what it meant, neither did I. But the tattoo completed his appearance perfectly. I was sure to have some fun being Chris. Safe in the knowledge that Chris would be having fun as me and ensuring that I was a qualified electrician when I returned.
We had to send daily e-mails to each other and it was weird seeing my own name pop up as the sender but I soon got used to it. After 2 weeks Chris was getting home sick form his own life. He told me I had a week before I would put in a complaint. That gave me the boost I needed. I quickly booked a holiday for Chris and Danni; I packed the cases for us both. I also included a few bits to help with the proposal. That night we jetted off for a holiday in the sun.
It was great, being in a foreign country, in a body that didn’t belong to me, spending someone else's money. Spoiling myself. I really didn’t want to have to give this up. I have to admit though it was beginning to feel strange without my own routine that I had lived with for years. Half way through the holiday, I decided tonight was the night and made the proposal. Once the predicted yes was given, there was a quick kiss and a cuddle before I knew it was time I had to return. Three taps of my heals and I was instantly returned home.
About 3 hours later an e-mail popped from Chris that simply said Thanks. I was thrilled I now knew how to be a builder, a plumber and an electrician. Where could my journey go next? It was nice to be back home and I stayed for a few days.
Mechanic? Policeman? Brain Surgeon? Baker? This time my decision was based up on the fact my car was due a service and realising that my car was normally one of the most expensive hic-cups in my life. I began to browse the app on my phone and found a profile that looked like he needed cheering up. I pressed on his picture and hit the transfer button.
I arrived in Mike and I have to admit I felt very hard done by. Mike was a qualified mechanic with ten years’ experience under his belt. I expected to arrive in his body, full of grease working under the bonnet of a car. Instead I arrived sat on his couch lounging around.
“What the fuck” I exclaimed. That was until I began to explore his memories. Mike had lost his job that he was extremely good at and loved doing. It was rare to find someone so fond of their job in this day and age, but Mike was one of those unique people. He had lost his job due to the recession and the company he worked for unfortunately closed down. The company owed Mike a month’s wage and he was now on benefits. He hated every second of his life right now. He needed a break, he needed out and was ready to give it all up until he found this app.
It was now my task to find him a new job and get him out of his depressive state of mind. Mike had the qualifications and experience, but being in one job that he walked into straight from college without an interview meant that he didn’t have the skills to pass at interview. He just went to pieces every time he attended and as I said, he really was ready to give it all up.
Finding a job could wait. I had decided that he had abused the system to get out of his body for the wrong reasons. After all I had effectively been paying his wages for the last six months. Of course I felt sorry for the lad, but I hated people who were claiming free money off the state and not making any effort to find work. I concluded it was time for a break myself. Enjoy life a little and see what there was out there for fun. I had worked all my life and it might be fun to let my hair down for a while. I set my self a time limit of one week though. I didn’t want to fall into the same rut that Mike had fallen into.
I spent the week partying, eating, drinking, having sex, sleeping, watching TV, and going the gym, then some partying eating and drinking. All expenses were paid during a swap, so it really didn’t matter. I didn’t seem to sleep much that week so after the first week I chilled out for a day and caught up on sleep.
It was really nice abusing someone else's body. And I have to admit I had grown quite fond of his body. I enjoyed staring at it in the mirror, touching it, feeling it, and admiring it. He really did have an amazing look and one that was far too nice to be left sat at home doing nothing.
I hit the streets, gave Mikes resume to every car repair centre out there. My feet ached at the end of every day. So I still managed to enjoy myself each evening in the local bar. I don’t know how I did it but I managed to find Mike a girlfriend. It has to of been a combination of Mikes good looks and my charming nature.
It was now a month into the swap and Mike’s perfect body was becoming a bore. Mikes new girlfriend had moved into Mike’s house and brought her 2 children with her. However, still no job, so I couldn’t swap back to my own body yet, no matter how many times I tapped my heals. The new addition to Mike’s finances had caused a larger strain on his finances and it became imperative that I found Mike a job and quick. I knew with a job that Mike would be happy with what I had done for him, because I was him and the daily e-mail communication was encouragement enough. He was desperate to return home and meet his new girlfriend and adopted children.
Two weeks later, I finally got the hit I was looking for; I found him a job in a major car repair centre paying almost double what Mike was used too. I attended the interview and passed for him. After heading back to Mike’s house and spending my last few hours with the Kids and girlfriend before shedding a small tear and tapping my heals three times and returning home.
Oh boy! It was good to be back. I had now learned how to be a builder, a plumber, an electrician and a qualified mechanic. My life should be much cheaper with all these new skills I have gained in such a short time. What else could a guy need?
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Sorry everyone – that’s it for this part of the story
I need your direction – this story definitely has further parts to it, but I need your help deciding its direction.
Here are a few ideas
* Suggest a person, a profession for me to become! Ever wanted to be a soccer player, hockey player? Ever wondered what it was like to have a 9-5 job? Be a doctor?
*Shall I be gay or straight?
*Shall I find a guy or girl and stay as him or her?
*What about returning to my first guy? Like buying a car, you look at hundreds, but always end up getting the one you looked at first.
“God, Matt,” said Tyler, “Do you really have to show off like that all the time?”
“Huh?” said Matt, not taking his eyes off of the TV, “What do you mean? I’m just sittin’ here.”
“I mean... your chest. Your pecs, or whatever. It’s like they’re just... all out there,” said Tyler, as casually as he could.
“Oh,” said Matt, “Sorry. I can put my hoodie back on. It’s just, not too many of my old clothes fit me any more.”
“Must be a nice problem to have,” Tyler sighed, looking down at his own scrawny, underdeveloped body.
Up until a week ago, Matt and Tyler were just about the same, physically. Both of them had always been small, skinny guys -- not that they had ever really tried to change that. They’d spent a lot of time together like this since middle school, just the two of them hanging out on the couch in their parents’ basements. Neither one of them had any particular interest in sports, or anything athletic for that matter. And then last week, Matt’s parents surprised him with a membership to The Gym, just in time for his senior year of high school.
The Gym had done exactly what it said it would do. Even after Matt’s first visit, Tyler had noticed the changes. It’s like Matt's body was instantly tighter and leaner. His clothes fit differently, and then after a few days they started to not fit at all. Tyler wished his parents had money like Matt’s parents did. He couldn’t even imagine how much money they had spent on the membership. And now Matt’s dad was talking about joining, too, after seeing his son’s results.
“Hey, Matt?” said Tyler.
“Huh?” Matt grunted.
“You, uh, think you could get me a Guest Pass?”
Matt turned away from the TV and looked his friend in the eyes.
“Sorry, Ty,” he said, genuinely, “You know how hard it is to get a Guest Pass. And my parents only paid for the basic membership to get me started. No Guest Passes included.”
“I wish I could go there just for a day,” Tyler sighed, “It made you look so... amazing.”
Matt noticed that Tyler was staring right at his exposed chest.
“Do you want to feel it?” Matt asked, unabashedly, “Really. You can.”
Tyler reached out tentatively, but Matt grabbed his hand and guided it confidently to his thick chest. The muscles flinched under Tyler’s touch and Matt gave them a little bounce, a trick he had just discovered in the shower this morning.
“Whoa. Cool,” said Tyler.
“I know, right!” Matt grinned, “Hey -- what if I talked to my parents? Maybe when my dad joins, he can add a Guest Pass to his membership.”
“Matt -- I couldn’t. It’s so much --”
“No,” said Matt, “Don’t worry about it, Ty. I mean, maybe you could find a way to pay him back. But you wouldn’t have to. I really want you to be like this with me. I... like the way you look at me now.”
“Yeah,” said Tyler, “I mean -- I haven’t been looking at you!”
“You so have been!” laughed Matt, “It’s OK. I’ve been checking myself out a lot lately, too. Just kinda comes with the package, I guess. The thing is, Ty, you and I have always been really close. It’s kind of cool being hot now, but I don’t want to be like this with just anybody. I know that you’re my friend because of who I am inside, and not because of all of... this.”
He looked down at his bulging muscles. They looked so foreign to him.
“I know,” said Tyler, taking Matt’s hand, “The truth is... Matt, you're my best friend. And... I love you."
Matt felt himself starting to blush. He smiled.
“I know we’ve never really said that to each other,” Tyler continued, “But I’d really love it if we were more that just best friends. I’ve been really worried ever since you started going to The Gym. Thought maybe you’d stop hanging out with me and find some hot guy and forget all about me.”
“Never!” Matt kissed Tyler’s hand, “I’m gonna get that Guest Pass for you, because I know it’ll make you feel better about yourself. But no matter what I look like, and no matter what you look like, I’m really glad that we have each other.”
“I am, too,” smiled Tyler.
Matt pulled his smaller friend under his arm, and Tyler rested his head on Matt’s sculpted chest. Neither one of them could have been any happier.
I knew I had a great body. I had worked on it for years and taken great care of it. Some would say it wasn’t the most enjoyable…no pizza…no soda…no real desserts. I watched what I ate and made sure I kept myself healthy.
My friends loved it as well. It always attracted tons of guys over to us. I was able to always hook my friends up with guys when I wasn’t into them.
There was one friend though that was never confident. He was a good looking guy but definitely not built like me. He was always asking me how he could look like me. He never wanted to do the hard work though.
Being so into working on myself it took a lot of time and money so it was tight every month with money. My buds all knew this and that is when the one buddy who was never confident came to me with an idea.
He offered me $1000 to let him use my body. I thought he was crazy but he explained what would happen. He had been working on a file for an iPod that would make someone into a wearable suit. The person would know this and feel it all. Just not have control of their body. He also had a way to undo it and make the person normal as well.
The money sounded amazing and so I figured I will humor him and let him believe he could do this. I got the file from his email and put it on my iPod and headed outside to lay out in the sun.
I closed my eyes and put his file on. It relaxed me so much. I thought it was awesome just to feel relaxed for once. It wasn’t until I felt my buddy poking my shoulder I realized I couldn’t move. I felt so odd. Like my body was there just hollow. I actually got scared when he grabbed my mouth and started to stretch it out. I was being stretched! He then started to put his feet into me. Ugh that was horrible. I could taste them as they passed through my mouth. He kept pushing into me until I could feel him in to my shoulders.
It was the oddest feeling having him walk in me. I couldn’t control my movements. He went into the bathroom to check his reflection. It was then he pulled my head over his and then looked into the mirror. I could see myself looking back but it wasn’t me in control.
“Damn Tanner this is awesome” my buddy said in my voice.
“I can’t believe you are letting me do this! I promise to take care of you man and turn you back after the weekend.” He said knowing I could hear yet not respond. In my mind I was screaming. It was Wednesday so I was under his control until Sunday. It hit me too I was relying on him to turn me back.
It took a lot of getting use to. I would space out and suddenly wake up and think it was all a dream only to not be able to move. After a few days I was actually enjoying it. My buddy was too. He was acting like I would and I could tell it was making him feel better. I also got to experience stuff without having to do it. Though my bud decided I would be a hot bottom and kept finding guys to fuck me.
Finally Sunday night came and he took me off. I was just laying on the couch until he put my ear buds in and started the reversal. After about a half hour I woke up finally able to move.
“Damn man that was so freaky. I did enjoy it though. Was a real adventure.” I said to him.
“Glad you enjoyed it Tanner….was hoping we could do it again sometime….I will for sure pay you” He said looking down.
That was 6 months ago. Now I almost spend more time as a suit than I do walking around on my own. It was hot being my buddies suit. He even started to loan me out to other friends as well. I have had everyone use me at least once. Damn bud even rented me to a stripper once who used me on stage.
I am not sure but I am thinking I may let him just take over for me one day. I am getting so use to being worn it feels odd not to have a guy in me.
Your chance to shine, you must have been inspired by the stories in the past three weeks? These pictures of Jeff must spark some ideas?
Here’s my idea for a starter, you can continue mine or start your own!
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Terry sniffed, “Fuck Jeff you’re so full of shit!”
Jeff cocked his head, “When you’re as good as me everyone else just pales in my shadow.” Terry rolled his eyes as Jeff flexing his biceps kissing each in turn.
“Seriously Jeff? Look I know you’re good and practically carry this shit team but do you have to be such a jerk?” John scoffed.
Jeff glared at John and then grinned, “Surely you mean why do I have to be such an awesome Jock?”
John just sighed, “You’re with me right?” He looked over at Terry.
“Yeah 100%,” Terry prodded Jeff’s thick heavy pecs, “you are a jerk.”
“You’re just jealous, just relax and bask in my awesomeness.” Jeff retorted ran his hands down his thickly muscled torso, “Fucking awesome!” Jeff’s friends watched as he winked at one of the passing cheerleaders; with a blush and giggle she runs off.
Terry nodded at John and without warning each of them grab an arm and frogmarch Jeff towards the locker rooms.
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