Caption This (12 Jan)

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When Tony told me about this Astral Projection shit I didn’t believe him, that was until he showed me how. Sure, first couple of times I needed something to loosen me up but the more I practiced the easier it was. I had a great life, heading to a full football scholarship—fuck girls wanted to be with me, and the guys wanted to be me.

We had an game out of town and they’d put us all in a swanky hotel, guys on one floor and all the cheerleaders on another. Shit, I was lusting after my girl but coach had banned us from leaving the rooms I just needed to see her. I stripped down to my vest and underwear and slumped into one of the chairs closing my eyes; after a couple of deep breaths I felt the familiar falling sensation and then a pulling.

I felt weightless, and i slowly opened my eyes, below was my own body, my huge pecs rising with every breath. I blinked again, thinking of my girl, and suddenly I was in her room, she was laying on the bed in one of my shirts sleeping. I floated above her for a while, dreaming about last night before returning to my room.

I smiled at my body, and for a moment I understood how much the other guys admired me—hell I’d put enough effort into making it. I looked at my dick tenting through my underwear; strange I’d never noticed it doing that before when I’m out of my body. I floated over and started to lower myself back into my body; I felt the firmness of my own pecs against my back; wriggling I tried to push inside just like I had always done, but some force was stopping me.

I turned and looked down at my body confused and gasped as it twitched and let out a groan…

What if…

Criminal

“Huff huff” I was breathing heavy, finally the cops had almost caught up to me, but they hadn’t caught me before, and I was determined not to let them catch me now!

I dipped down an alleyway that came out to a normally crowded square, but as it was raining, no one was around; No one that is, except ol’ Josh here.

I smirked, he looked like such a good boy, you know the type: straight A’s, all-around athlete, popular, all that cliché bullshit. With one final burst of energy I shot towards him and he was knocked clean off his feet. Perfect.

I slowly leaned down and pressed my lips against his, he was struggling alright but hey, I liked it that way. Our lips finally met and I began to press every bit of my essence into him, I could feel him gagging, choking, trying to spit up whatever was invading him. I could feel his tongue dancing wildly and with one final push, I was in. I allowed Josh one final groan and twitch as I took control. I took a deep breath and as my new lungs filled with oxygen, I could feel that powerful chest expanding. I sat up and looked around, no one. “heh, perfect.” I muttered to no one in particular. I stood up and kicked my old body over, relishing the strength of this new body. I leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Goodbye, old friend.” I could see Ken coming to, and I knew that I had to be quick, ” Help, help!” I shouted making sure that police would hear me, and within seconds I could see the entire team that was trailing me swarming my old body, or shall I say, Ken’s body? I allowed a smirk to dance across my lips before quickly wiping it away, I didn’t want to ruin the “Good boy” façade. As Ken began to recover from my years of, shall we say, “borrowing” his body? He began to shout, pleading his innocence, “No, no! It’s not me! I swear! It was him!” The end of his trembling finger directed at me. Why wouldn’t he be scared? I mean, he robbed a bank and shot a few people, he was going to do life, or he may even join the unlucky latters?

”No, no, it wasn’t me, it wa-“ he began sobbing, the bastard was weak. That’s why it was just so easy to control him. He didn’t even put up a fight when I decided to make him my new “home.”

“You have the right to remain silent..” As they began to read him his Miranda rights, another officer came over. He asked me if I was alright, and what exactly happened, and I lied, saying that he tried to mug me, but I managed to wrestle him off long enough for the police to come. The officer made sure to record my every detail, “Alright, thanks son. We’ll let you know if we need anything more from you. And uh, good luck in next week’s game, Josh.” He smiled a cheeky grin at me. “Thanks, I’ll do my best!” Damn, I love how innocent this boy seemed, I wondered how everyone would act if they knew just exactly who was in here…

| My thoughts were cut short as Kenneth was in tears now, crying uncontrollably. I took one last look at him, and I winked at him, allowing him a brief view of my essence, smirking as this upset him even more. “I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!” and he took one final lunge at me before he was tazered, leaving him unconscious. I made sure to take a step back, tapping into Josh’s fear and letting it play across my face, I didn’t want to let my rouse break yet.

“Don’t worry son, he’s not going anywhere, anytime soon. And with that little outburst, that should be sure to seal the deal.” “Thanks officer, I’m just so happy that you finally caught him!”

And with that, they began walking back towards the car and I could hear the last bit of their dialect, “You know, I wonder what exactly made this guy snap anyhow? Successful partner at a law firm, real nice family, and beautiful wife and children. Dang, I guess we’ll just never know…”

With my back turned, that smirk returned to my lips. Yeah, Kenneth Jones really did have a nice, comfortable life, but that got boring real quick. Family wasn’t cut out for me, although I sure did enjoy plowing that fucker’s wife. Damn, she was smoking hot, and I made sure to plant a few of Kenneth’s seeds during our play time... Shame, she’d probably be finding out about now that she’s pregnant. Too bad the little bastard won’t ever get to know his daddy. Although, technically speaking I guess I was the kid’s dad too…

I took the kid’s wallet out, deciding to go “home” for now. Damn he was loaded! (Not that it mattered with all the money that I embezzled from the firm… )The address wasn’t far from here, and according to Josh’s thoughts, he was just coming home from a friend’s. I smirked, and began walking when I felt something vibrating. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone;

It was a text message,

Ana:
omgsh! Are you okay?! I’ll meet you at your house, okay! See you in a few! <3 <3 <3

Hm, according to Joshy here’s thoughts, this bitch was his girlfriend and his- or rather, “my” parents were out of the state for a business meeting this weekend. I smirked, I knew the fun that was going to be had as I dashed for my house.

Ana was waiting for me on the front porch, when she saw me she ran to hug me and I lifted her, spinning her around the way that she liked, and our lips met, and I could feel how much she loved Josh, my heart began to race, and somehow this was all I felt I needed… Damn, what was happening?

”baby, I was so worried about you!” she kissed me again, “Are you okay? Tell me what happened!”

and so I did my best to construct a believable story, using Josh’s memories, although I did put a slight twist on the story, wanting to impress her, weaving her a tale of how he tried to rob me, but I fought him to the ground with his gun. I watched as her eyes widened in horror and then turned to relief as she embraced me again. Damn, why did I even care what this bit- girl thought about me? What was happening?

”Well, I’ve got a little reward for your bravery,” she whispered shyly in my ear, taking time to play with it in her mouth, before she took me hand and began to lead me into the house…

We finally made out way to my bedroom and I could see her clothes coming off and immediately I ripped my shirt off, making sure to flex my abs for her, I knew she loved that. Before moving in and kissing her, allowing her to run her hands along my chest and stomach muscles, and I leaned in and kissed her neck, slowly undoing my pants with one hand while caressing her breast with the other.

and with one final fling, the pants came off and I could feel my cock raging to get out, fuck this thing felt enormous, I was dying to see it but I knew I couldn’t break the façade, as I kept at the foreplay, licking her nipples and gently biting her neck before finally she took off her panties, revealing that she was ready. Hell, that was all the encouragement that I needed as I flung my underwear into the corner.

Damn! Ken’s body wasn’t bad, but this kid was fuckin’ packing! I reached down and gave it a light rub as I lowered myself on top of her flesh and directed it towards that opening, and my brain began to rush with all sorts of new experiences. I’d had sex plenty of times, but something about this time was different. This felt so much fuckin’ better than any of those past times, and as I began to near my climax, I could hear her breathes getting shorter and I leaned in towards her ear and whispered, “I love you, babe.” Before allowing myself to climax and blasting my load. Wave after wave came out and she allowed a few light moans to escape her throat, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing my cock hard, fuck this felt amazing… Afterwards we just laid there and cuddled, and I loved wrapping my arms around her, and I could feel her heart beating in my hands. I relished this moment more than any other that I had experienced during my existence…

She let out a light shake, and I saw something leave her body, it appeared to be a guy about late 20’s but that was all I saw before it vanished through the ceiling. She was knocked out cold. I decided to explore my new house and I got up, taking care not to wake her.

I walked back downstairs and I saw some photos, and oddly enough, I saw the guy who had left Ana’s body in one of the photos… He was a friend of “my” dad’s apparently, but I just kept walking until I found the living room. I saw some cigarettes and I reached for one and lit up, I coughed, this body wasn’t used to smoking. I smirked, I was loving having such a sweet, innocent, body. Damn, the thing that I was planning…

Caption This (5th Jan)

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New Year Costume Party

“Welcome to the Costume Store sir. Please browse around and let me know if you want to try something on,” I smile. I watch you carefully, you move from rack to rack pulling at the usually monkey, gorilla and Mario costumes with a disappointed look you go to leave.

“Sir, can I have a couple more minutes of your time? You look like the type of person that knows what they’re looking for, am I right?” I say in a cheery voice, you nod.

I pull a binder from under the counter. “Let me show you some of our more special costumes.” I start to flip through the pages and describe some of the costumes.

1. Batman and Robin

“These are popular pair, you can take one or the other; better still if you have a friend take both of them. I can assure you that you’ll have complete anonymity.”

“How do you mean?” you reply

“The Batman and Robin costumes are just cosmetic, the guys in the photo are real identities you’ll be using.”

“You mean they’re just rubber suits?”

“No they’re real enough—a couple of room mates from the local university. You get to use their body for the rental period, use them as you wish. If you don’t have a friend for the other guy I can tweak their memory to fit what ever you desire; friend, brother—lover,” I chuckle.

“Are they OK with that,” you ask

“They owe me, but don’t worry they won’t remember anything and if you rent by yourself the other guy won’t even know your inside his room mate,” I say flipping to the next page.

 

 2. Wolverine

“Perhaps this one will interest you, it works the same as Batman and Robin. You can possess, body swap with him—he’ll look after your life while your in him—or you can make him into a suit. This guy is really popular, I’m surprised he’s still available.”

“Why’s he popular?” you ask.

“He’s the surfer and a party animal, a guy rented him last year and ended up fucking a load of guys at a party. Was a bit awkward when he returned the suit had to re-write a lot of his memories to fit in with his coming out at the party.”

 

3. Security

“Maybe something in authority? Daniel is a bouncer at a night club—he used to be a marine. You’ll need to finish off the last of his shift but then the time is yours. He’s very strong and has an air about him, he can make even the biggest guys wilt with just a look. I should know I’ve worn him a few times myself."

Your grin widens.

 

 4. Solider

“Oh, touched an interest maybe?"

You blush.

“Have a look at this guy, Sergeant Ryan. He’s just come back onto the books back from duty for the holiday period. I can do a special offer on him; two weeks for the price of one.”

“Tell me more,” you say.

I look over my notes. “Well he’s 23 years old, 5’10” tall, 190lbs with a 48” chest. A natural born killer,” I grin. “He’s straight—maybe,” I wink.

You bite your lip.

“Before you make any decisions, look at the others first.”

 

5. Something Different

“I don’t know, perhaps you’re a little shy and you want to try something new but without any consequences?”

“Go on,” you say.

I point to a picture in the book. “Take Adam here. A regular on the circuit of some specialist bars and clubs; cocky little fucker. I’ve got a special agreement with Adam though; he’s a possession or bodysuit only though. He likes to be controlled so will be conscious while you’re inside him but its safe as he cannot do anything.”

I look at you and bite my lip. “The last couple are very special, and you have to have an open mind,” I say under my breath.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Turning the page, you see its blank. “Place you palm on here,” I tell you.

You put you hand there, and it warms—a picture appears.

 

6. Neighbours

“Shit, that’s Tony in his dress shirt and Jack,” you stammer.

“Both options, the page has picked up some of your inner desires. You can be either of them or you can double up and we’ll tweak the memories of the other to fit in with your fantasy, we can of course guarantee that they’ll remember nothing.”

I turn the page, another blank page. I nod at you and you place your hand on the book and when the picture appears you gasp.

 

7. Friends

“Wait, that’s my son in the jacket. You’re not suggesting—“ you say.

“No of course not, but maybe one of his friends?”

You think for a moment. “Well I know he goes to some great parties and we don’t hang out as much as we used to…” you ponder.

“Well, this guy,” I tap the image of the guy in the red hoodie.

“Jason?” you say.

“Yeah, I think that’s me in the picture. Your son’s nineteenth birthday I think? It was a fun evening got totally wasted.”

“And my son never realised?”

“No, once you’re inside you have full access to memories.” I reply.

 

8. The Golden Ticket

“The last thing I have to offer is the Golden Ticket. It’s not cheap, but for three months you can become as many people you want,” I grin at you.

“Anyone? As many times as I want?”

“Yes, for three months.”

“Then what?” you reply cautiously.

I place my hand on the book. “Then you become an option on my books for other to use between Christmas and the New Year for three years. You get three months use of the ticket but sacrifice three weeks of yours, sounds like a great deal huh?” I say.

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Caption This (29th Dec)

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Seasons Greetings

Merry Christmas Everyone

I hope you’ve been good this year maybe Santa will bring you a trunk of suits, perhaps a voucher for a body swap of you choice, but if you’ve been bad lets maybe it’ll be someone else wearing you over Christmas?

As a bonus, I’ve added three additional ‘Caption This’ pictures to inspire you. As normal jot your ideas/stories in the comments along with the number. If you have any other images you’d like to share stick a link in as well. I might even write you a story if you can convince me you’ve been good :)

1.

“Yeah, I know you can hear me. What? Get the fuck out of your body? Bro’ this is mine now. Who the fuck am I? You mean to say you don’t recognise yourself? Well from now on I’m Nathan Adams of course, but I guess you meant my old name? I thought so, and there is no need to cuss like that. Well I was Jack Crewe. What? You’ve never heard of me, I’ve lived opposite for the past seven years--yeah the old fat guy, not so fat now huh? How long am I going to keep your body? Man I’m in here for the duration, and yeah I only kept you around so you could see what you’d be losing, but in a moment I’ll be eating you up from the inside so I’ll know how to be Nathan, and nobody will ever know.”

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2.

“Christian, don’t be a fucking idiot. When I loaned you Cameron you promised to act just like him. Come on lets go back to the dorm I think enough people have seen us together to stop them thinking that it’s me wearing a bodysuit of my room mate.”

I walked back to the dorm with Cameron following me. When I opened the door I was shocked to find Daniel—Christians brother—who pulled me in. Christian used Cameron’s strength to throw me on the bed and hold me down, I looked over at Daniel, the look in his eyes scared me.

-- Continue? How did it happen? Got a better idea?

 

3.

Ever since I found I could change and swap my identity with others I’ve been in fucking heaven. It happened at the airport, I’d picked up someone else’s case and didn’t realise until I’d opened it in the hotel room--shit. I was on holiday for a week and I had nothing to wear.

I emptied the case on the bed; t-shirts, shorts, pants, a wash bag. I held up one of the shirts and sighed XXL, shit I was a medium. I pulled on a shirt and it just hung off me like a tent, I went through the rest of his stuff and found a laundry bag—I guessed that this wasn’t his first stop. Pulling at the strings I opened it and a sharp, musky smell hit me in the face; I gasped and pulled out a grey t-shirt and buried my face in it—the smell was intoxicating. Immediately I pulled off the clean shirt and pulled on the dirty grey one, and I buckled over groaning in pain. It felt like something big was growing inside me, something really big. I gasped again and blacked out.

I woke, I don’t know how long I was out for but when I got to my feet the reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn’t my own, and the grey t-shirt fitted me like a glove. I felt a pinch and winced, my old pants were way too small now. I unbuckled them and had to peel them off, a new large dick bobbed as I pulled off my underwear…

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Caption This (22nd Dec)

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Friends Can Help

“Fuck bro, I don’t know if I can hold him, he’s really strong.” Jason said as he pulled Mark onto his back. I grappled with Mark’s legs as he tried to push and twist himself out of Jason’s hold. Jason was the captain of the wrestling team so he knew the best way to take the quarterback down, I watched as he wrapped first his legs then his thick arm around Mark’s neck.

“Easy bro, we don’t want to kill him,” I shouted. Jason shot me a look as tightened his grip again. Mark look at me and then his eyes began to glaze over. I lifted Mark’s arm, it was limp and dropped to the grass when I let it go. “Jas. Hold up man, I think he’s out,” I murmured

Jason released his grip and pushed the unconscious Mark to the ground, beads of sweat freckled his head. “Shit! he is damn strong, I don’t think I could have done it by myself,” he groaned getting to his feet.

I pushed him with my foot rolling him onto his back. “Fucker! If you don’t want to see it our way, then I think it’s time we changed the way you think.”

Jason let out a whistle. “Dylan, get your ass over here.” There was a rustle from the bushes and a skinny guy in boxers ambled over. He was a couple of years younger than Mark and with a grin he looked at the unconscious jock and licked his lips.

“Dylan, you ready to re-educate the schools quarterback?” I grinned.

“Do it. Do it now!” Dylan groaned fondling himself through his boxers.

I kneeled next to Mark and beckoned over Dylan. “You know how this works right?”

“Yeah,” Dylan rolls his eyes, “pretend to be Mark and don’t argue. When we’re alone—“ he looks at Jason and blows him a kiss.

“Whatever,” I sighed. “Just don’t forget you’re a straight jock for the rest of the time.”

Carefully I traced my finger down Mark’s spine and then across his shoulders leaving a glowing line. Gently I pushed on Mark’s back and he let out a groan as his back parted. I clicked my fingers a couple of times an motioned to Dylan. It didn’t take long for him to scramble over and wriggle his skinny body into Marks now cavernous interior. I bit my lip and pulled Mark’s back and shoulders together retracing and sealing Dylan inside.

Mark rolled over with a groan. “Jeez Jason, what the fuck was that about? What you pulled a sleeper on me? Shit! what kind of friend are you?”

“Dylan?” I stammer.

“Who the fucks Dylan?” Mark replies getting to his feet.

“Hey guys!” comes a voice from behind you, it’s Trevor another member of your frat. He claps a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “don’t forget about tomorrow--yeah?”

Mark thinks for a moment. “What you mean the extra days training after school?” Mark grins, and Trevor nods before leaving.

I look at Jason, and then Mark. “Erm, so you OK Mark?” you ask.

A smile peels across Mark’s face. “So I did good huh?”

“Dylan?”

“Fuck yeah!” Mark growls rubbing his crotch through his shorts.

Jason punches my arm. “You are fucking amazing man.”

With a grin Mark throws an arm around Jason and myself and we stroll back to the frat house.

Caption This (15th Dec)

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coffee swap

Sorry everyone I havent wrote anything in a while I have been busy dealing with life and such, guess i need a body swap for a break and vacation from my life haha.
Please give me some opinions on this story and ideas for new ones if you could. Also anyone want to swap places for a while I would love to try haha...

Without further delay here is my new story coffee swap.

When I saw Kyle in US history he looked good. I don't know why I couldn't stop checking I'm out, I am straight or I normally I am. But I was stuck in a freshman history class when I finally will get my bachelors degree and had to take this missing credit I had. 

In this class Kyle sat two rows in front of me and I only knew his name because we worked in groups before in class. Now we got randomly paired again to work on a research project due by finals and I couldn't stop thinking about him. His brown hair and slender body just was so nice. 

We met up at Starbucks and talked about our project and shared notes on the subject. After about three hours of working we were finished and Kyle talked about this party he was going to and invited me to go. I did my fair share of partying my freshman and sophomore year but I think I was not in the mood for a party tonight. He kept going on and on about how much fun and crazy times it would be and how he is always horny so he would get laid easy tonight. He stood up and felt around his body and said "with a body like mine who wouldn't want me" and we shared a laugh. 

He said how jealous he was of me and my life because I was good looking and almost done with school. I was carrying a small beer belly but not overweight from my years of partying. 

We both headed out in different direction, he went to his dorm to get ready and I went to my condo since I had tomorrow off from work. 

During the night I had wild dreams that I was at a party and drinking heavily, at the end of the night I got a nice Bj from a hot blonde and staggered to my room and passed out. 

The sun blasted through the window in my room and immediately my head hurt badly like I had been drinking way too much. I couldn't stand the feeling and it was weird that I was feeling like this since I came home relaxed and went to bed. 

I looked around the room and noticed I wasn't in my condo it was a dorm room and I was terrified that I somehow got drunk and now I'm in some random dudes dorm room. I staggered to the sink and splashed water on my face and was startled at the face looking back in the mirror, I was Kyle. 

Somehow I was in kyles body and I couldn't believe it. First thing I thought was did he end up in mine and how did this happen. I noticed Kyle never changed his clothes from the party and was wearing what I saw him in at Starbucks. 

I pulled out his iPhone to dial my number but then noticed that he was super horny and getting hard. I figured no harm would come to look at my new body and take care of its needs since I was now Kyle. 

I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror getting even more horny. 

I started jacking off and couldn't believe the size Kyle was, had to be almost 7-8 inches cut no wonder he got laid all the time. 

After I shot a huge load on my new slender chest I cleaned up and looked for the phone to call myself. I noticed that the Starbucks cup was on the desk and had my name on it, james. 

That must have been how we swapped or maybe a mix between us being jealous of the other and swapping cups at Starbucks on accident. 

I unlocked the iPhone and it loaded a video on the screen which was from last night and showed Kyle at a party then making out with a guy. 

Memories flooded into my head and then realizing Kyle was gay, or now I was gay. 

Watching the video showed a guy with surfer blonde hair blowing Kyle and it ended. 

I was horny again and couldn't help but to take the time to shoot 3 more times before calling my old body.

He was confused how it happened and we decided to meet each other right away

Special Delivery

A Classic from the Archive

Dave was working in the shop when he got a call “Can you go to the basement and sign for a package” said the voice. “Ok” replied Dave.

Dave was in a dead end job with no prospects his partner was cheating on him and he felt like his life was going nowhere quick!

He make his way down to the loading bay, the courier had already unloaded the huge create and was waiting for a signature. Dave obliged and the courier left. It was late on a Saturday as Dave checked the paperwork – “That’s strange” said Dave as he studied the paperwork “It’s addressed to me!”

Dave unboxed the create and was shocked to find that it’s contents was a partially dressed hunk! The guys muscular body looked perfect. Dave waved his hands in front of the guy, he didn’t even blink! Dave squeezed the guys heavy bicep it was hard – VERY HARD, and his arm simply didn’t move of give, almost like a manikin.

Dave decided to investigate further, slowly undressing the guy revealed a zipper running from his belly button downwards. Dave stripped the manikin all the way discovering the zipper started at the guys belly button, went around his dick and up to his crack. Dave thought no more and unzipped the skin, pulling the skin up and separating it from the plastic manikin underneath. The whole upper body simply pulled off the torso, it was warm and felt real. With the upper body removed Dave examined the heavy suit, the muscular chest and handsome face – the face twisted and folder without any manikin to hold it in place.

Dave put down the upper torso and checked out the legs on the manikin, they simply looked like a lifelike pair or muscular pants. Dave was realising the possibilities as he stripped the legs from the manikin. Without thinking any further Dave stripped out of his own clothes and started to pull on the muscular legs, they were tight but moved easily over his own skinny legs. As he pulled the legs further up he slipped his own dick into the 9” sheath finally pulling the pant over his waist.

With his new muscular legs in place Dave picked up the torso. “This is going to be fun” Dave said to himself. With a couple of deep breaths Dave bunched up the ripped abs and heavy chest and pulled the skin over his head like some kind of sweater. Dave’s head pushed up inside the neck of the new body grotesquely stretching the throat out of shape as the skin mimicked Dave’s facial features as he pushed his own head into the cavity of the suits head. Only moments passed before Dave saw light again, but this time through the suits eyes. Dave pushed and pulled the suits head until it fit perfectly over this own. Dave took a couple of breaths through his new mouth smiling as the way the face responded in his reflection in the mirror on the wall.

Without waiting another moment, Dave started to stretch the torso and climbing into the muscular form he was determined to make his own. One at a time Dave pulled the thick arms over his own like sleeves and gloves of a suit – it was a struggle, but Dave now had both arms in the suit and was pulling the shoulders into place. Dave pulled the heavy chest and abs down over his skinny body. As he stretched and moved Dave felt his new muscles move tighten and pull just like real ones. Dave pulled his shoulders forward and flexed astounded at the feeling of his new lats expanding.

Dave secured the zipper, pulling it around his butt and slipping his dick through the hole and pulling the zipper up to his new belly button. Dave was surprised to find he could push the zipper deep into his belly button concealing the tab completely. The only problem now was the zipper itself. Dave checked the reflection in the mirror again – “what a stud” Dave said to himself shocked at the change of voice that came from his new mouth. He pulled a couple of poses checking out they way the muscles moved.

Dave checked the package again, and found a large bubble pack and some tape. Dave examined the tape and pulled a strip off, Dave realised that the tape was skin coloured, so Dave carefully pulled out a strip and used it to cover the zipper. It concealed the zipper perfectly the edges were impossible to see.

Dave turned around and checked out his tight bubble butt in the mirror squeezing it tightly – it felt real!

Dave opened the bubble pack and checked the contents. Inside was a wallet and a complete set of id’s apparently his new name was Max – it was perfect new life.

“Max” pulled on the clothes the original manikin came dressed in and left the basement. Checking the id, he found he had an apartment in the centre of the city – just a few blocks away. “Max” left to investigate his new life as a stud.

Lift

A Classic from the Archive

“Ok, Steve and Grant are out cold – I’m just going to pull over”. The two nerds looked at each other and smiled. The two jocks in the back seat were going to an all weekend party when they were intercepted by the two nerds.

“You ready to take these two jocks? It’s going to be an unbelievable party dude” The nerds took one last look at each other and took the pills. They both groaned and within seconds started to physically change, dissolving into a fine mist – their clothes dropping to the floor of the pickup.

Each of the ghostly forms drifted across to the jocks, and immediately started to push into their mouths. The muscular bodies started to twitch as the two nerds forced their way into the unconscious bodies. They coughed and gasped together as Steve and Grant opened their eyes and looked at each other “Awesome” they shouted together, the guys were back – but this time there were new drivers in the seat..