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February 2013 Special

 

Its that time of year again folks!!! MTB would like to announce that during February we are planning another post Bonanza.

Authors have been busy behind the scenes working their fingers to the bone getting their work ready to entertain you.

Please feel free to get involved. Send us your last minute requests and ideas. We will also be leaving a few slots open for any budding guest authors out there to get involved

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Here at MTB we can’t wait to show you our latest work.

Just 5 days to go until the first story goes live. Who will the swap be with? How will it happen? Who knows???

Caption This (26 Jan)

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Caption This (19th Jan)

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Announcing my Retirement

 

I must have been about 500 years old now. At almost 84 years old in my current body I had begun to long for the day my life finally ended. I had enjoyed so many youthful years and I had never been this old before. The last time I switched bodies was over 50 years ago and at that point I had decided this body would be my last ever.

That was until I met Terrance, he was a 19 year old semiprofessional basketball player and also had a part time job in a shop. Terrance appeared to have everything going for him, plenty of money behind him, a gorgeous house, beautiful girlfriend and an amazing support structure of family and friends around him.

However, around three months ago he went through a spell of trouble when he got arrested for something which was not his fault – he was set up by his colleagues in the shop and ended up shop lifting. His friends did not want to know him any more and he was extremely upset, he was set to loose everything. All he had was his house, girlfriend and his basketball career.

The last three months he ended up letting him self go, spending the money he had behind him and neglecting his training for the basketball. He was sacked from the team. He and I had become really close friends during this time and I had began to fall in love with him. I had seen every inch of his amazing body. He didn’t care what he told me or what he let me see. I was his rock, his shoulder to cry on. I loved seeing him and he seemed to love posing for me. We did everything together. He lost touch with his girlfriend because he was spending so much time with me.

The last few weeks I noticed him changing. He was going into a shell so to speak. Not taking the time to care about anything, he rarely showered or ate. All he seemed to do was drink. I received a text message that simply said “goodbye” and I drove straight to his house.

What I was about to do I had considered for a while now and thinking about him during the short drive to his house made me realize that it could have been too late. I drove faster and faster, Adrenaline was pumping through my weary old veins, something that they were no longer used too.

I barged into his house. The adrenaline gave me the strength to knock the door down. All I saw was him naked, asleep, or at least I hoped he was asleep, with a bottle of vodka, half empty and a bottle of pills. Oh god, I cant be too late, I have to make this right, it has to work, his whole life ahead of him. He just needs a little direction to get back on track. I picked him up and took him to the bathroom. I turned the shower to cold and drenched him. I forced pints of water into his mouth and he gasped.

I’ve saved him… Thank god, he was still alive. I knew how to look after him now and there was only one way I could guarantee his safety and continue his life. I knew he wouldn’t mind what I was about to do. For in his head, his life was over.

I placed my hand onto his chest and said the magical spell that I had almost forgotten over the years. My entity travelled into his body and forced his out and into my body. He instantly became the old frail man that I once was. I took a deep breath through my new mouth and lungs. It felt good to feel the youth once more. I felt like crap though as the effects of the vodka and pills took effect on my new body. I knew I was going to be safe and stay alive though, the spell wouldn’t allow me to enter a body that didn’t have long left to live. I threw up a few times that afternoon and slept the whole night.

The next morning I woke fresh as a daisy and starving hungry. My former self was lay next to me smiling with a full cooked breakfast coffee and orange juice keeping warm at my bed side, He kissed me on the cheek and said, “thank you.”

I smiled back, and told him “it was ok, it was the least I could do.”

“No I mean it,” he said, “You have given me what I wanted, my life was over and you knew it, now you can enjoy my life and I can live the rest of the time you have left, Thank you so so much.” Another kiss landed on my cheek.

I got Terrance’s life back on track in no time at all, found a new job, got my girlfriend back and I was back on the basketball team.

My former self only lasted a year after that, I was upset, but only because I knew that should have been me, I knew the real Terrance would now be happy and still watching out for me.

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So it’s been a while since I published but Don’t worry guys, I’m not really retiring – from writing at least… Wish I could retire from work though.. HAHA

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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So which will you choose? In the comments post your wishes with the number of your choice, perhaps a little story telling us what you got up to in your loaned body.

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 :)

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“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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