Caption This (16 Feb)

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a hitchhiker's trick

I knew driving home wouldn't be the smartest idea ever. It was late and my work sent me to Sacramento for a weekend training and I stayed later visiting with friends in the area. Now it approached midnight and I had class tomorrow. I headed on Interstate 80 over the mountains and saw a rest area. It was dark and I knew it had vending machines with energy drinks so I pulled it went to the bathroom and then to the machine. 

I bought a monster and headed back to my car. I sat there for a while drinking the monster and letting it set in with the energy in my body, that's when I saw him. He was sitting on a bench in the lit up area with a sign that read "anyone able to take me to Reno?" 

I never pick up hitchhikers but he looked a little younger than I was and possibly in college, maybe he was ditched after a party and couldn't get home. I didn't know why i was so fascinated with this kid. I walked over and said "hey man, I can take you to Reno I am going back near UNR where my condo is." He jumped up and hugged me. "Dude I appreciate it so much I was worried I wouldn't find anyone to take me home and I have class tomorrow." he said grabbing his things and reached his hand out and said "I'm Trevor." I shook his hand said James.

We hopped in my car and started heading back towards Reno and we talked more and more about each other. I told him I was a criminal justice major and he told me he was a theatre arts major and after he gets the degree he is transferring to UCLA for Film.

 

After about 30 minutes I was feeling really tired and not sure why. I asked Trevor if he minded if I stopped and grabbed another energy drink from a gas station on the way. He said why not let him drive and I could rest for class. I didn't know what it was about him but I trusted him that much I pulled over and switched him seats.

Immediately I passed out when I traded him seats and I remember him saying I cant wait to get back to campus with a smile on. When I woke up I was lying in a bed wearing a hoodie which I wasn't wearing when I fell asleep in the car. Maybe Trevor thought I was cold and gave me his sweatshirt to keep me warm, but who's bed was i in? I looked around and it was a dorm room and I was lying in the bed with someone passed out next to me. That's what it was Trevor didn't know where I lived and took me to his dorm and we both passed out. I stood up and looked at my phone that was on the nightstand. I had already slept through my class so no point in trying to make it I would just head to my next one around 4pm.

I walked down the hall towards the community bathroom and i was feeling really light headed and everything was just weird. Some random guy came up to me and said hey man what's going on? how was your trip. I answered "it was good just powered through it." my voice sounded a little odd and how did this random dude know I was on a trip.

 

I went in the bathroom and stopped at the mirror, staring back at me was Trevor. I moved and he moved, i blinked and he blinked. I splashed water on my face and couldn't believe it. I still had to piss badly so I headed to the urinal and pulled his penis out and pissed.

 

I ran back to the room and barged in only to find him already awake and looking like he was leaving with my body.

 

"oh hey uh I was just going to text you but I guess I can tell you, I swapped our bodies because you looked like you had everything figured out and a stable life and you were cute so a win win." he said.

 

"how is this even possible and why me? I mean yes your body is hot and such but I don't know anything about you to even life as you" I yelled.

 

"look bro you will start to remember everything about my life in the next hour or so, but I will fill you in You are Trevor a theatre major and gay. And on top of that you also make porn to pay the bills and make a living. FYI" He snapped back.

 

We talked for a bit and I was worried about the gay part since I had never been with a guy let alone wanted to be gay but now I am in the body of a gay twink porn star. He left shortly after saying if we decide to swap back we will keep in touch but he didn't want to be seen with a known gay theatre kid around, could cause rumors.

My new phone vibrated and it listed a place and time for a new shoot. I didn't change really since I knew it wouldn't matter and my body basically knew what to do. I headed to the location for my first time being a gay porn actor. I walked in the building and headed up to an office. I was told it would be a solo shoot and sat on the chair and started in. My body went into cruise control and I sat watching porn on the screen. My new body shot several times and was ready for more.

 

After I finished my scene the director walked up and handed me an envelope filled with $5,000 for the shot. The said tomorrow I need to come back and shoot a full length porn and be the bottom slut. I was pale but this was my new life and I needed money from what I got from Trevor's memories. This was Trevor's only source of income that paid for college and fun times, he also owed some money on credit cards and such so I would have to work a lot to get everything paid off and graduate.

I was scared of my new life and wasn't sure what would be happening next but I headed back to my dorm to clean up and rest for tomorrows big shoot.

A Valentines Wish

I had always struggled to find true love, in fact I had struggled to find love at all. At the age of 30 I had just about given up on finding anyone to spend the rest of my life with. I had had a long term relationship of around 8 years plus plenty of girlfriends and even boyfriends. I had now adopted the attitude of, “been there done that.”

That was until I found a new web site that allowed me to create the perfect “Virtual” partner. It allowed me to choose the basic shape of a person and adapt their physical and mental attributes to suit my needs. I suppose it was some kind of weird science project because I was allowed to use scanned images to create perfect bodies. At first I was scanning in long luscious silky smooth legs and big boobs.

But I soon realised that it was not the women that were turning me on. I searched my archive of photos and began to select favourite parts of my friend’s bodies. I scanned in Alex’s feet, Jamie’s legs. Ryan’s torso, Alan’s arms and Tim’s hands. I left the face and intimate areas until I knew who to pick. The face couldn’t be someone I knew, and I wanted to make sure I had the right sized dick. Googling a few images to find perfection. It didn’t really matter though, nothing was final.

I found what I considered to be perfect and hit the create button. Sure enough the program did exactly what it said it would and merged all of the scanned body part images together. I did a few more tweaks… Technology had also advanced over recent years and it allowed me to install holographic projectors throughout my home the Virtual partner allowed me to project my perfect partner anywhere I wished.

I had begun to desire him more and more. During every waking hour we talked, chatted and had fun together. He was perfect to me in every way. I had given him the name of Anthony and called him Ant for short. He even slept in my bed. But that’s all he did do, sleep.

Since he wasn’t real, I couldn’t feel him or touch him. He had no smell and we couldn’t enjoy meals together. There just wasn’t enough. He wasn’t real. I couldn’t introduce him to my friends or family, he couldn’t leave my house. That was no life for him or me really.

There was the odd erotic occasion where he would project himself around me, giving me a temporary false identity that was horny when he did that, but again, it was still me that was in control with him just mirroring what I did.

I longed for more – much, much more. I wanted it, I needed him. I wished there was a way to make him real. For him to become my boyfriend and find true happiness, love each other forever and get married. That was my ultimate aim and it became my dream. I am a firm believer that dreams come true.

Valentines day was fast approaching. I knew what I was going to get for Ant. I had seen it days earlier and today was my day off. I had seen an ancient ornament in the window of one of the weird shops in one of the back alleys in town. It was a cupid. Since I had created him, I knew he would love it.

On valentines day, he woke me up with a kiss. I reached under the bed and got out the massive ornament. At that moment as I handed it to him, I forgot he couldn’t hold it. It fell on to the bed. However as I handed it to him, and it dropped through his hands; I made a wish.

“I wish you were real”

At the same moment, a tear seemed to form on Ant’s eye. He made a wish too.

“I wish I was real”

At that moment, the cupid ornament seemed to wake up. A bright white light shone from its eyes and into our eyes. Ant’s body began to glow with the same white light. He slumped down on to the bed with what I can only assume was exhaustion.

I reached to shake him and check he was ok. To my amazement he was more than ok. He was alive. He had become real like in my dreams and our wishes. The cupid had some amazing powers.

Finally, we got to do all of the things we had practised so many times to full enjoyment… He loved me, he truly loved me and i loved him even more.

Old Friends

by Erick S.

I lightly ran a finger along my torso, feeling my muscles contract and reconfigure themselves underneath skin that was tightening with youth. My body was glistening. I turned to see Geoff watching me from the doorway.

“Now we match,” he said.

“I haven’t felt like this in years,” I said. My voice was liquid smooth.

“You haven’t looked like this in years, either,” he grinned.

Even when I was this young before, it wasn’t like this. Somehow, now I had the body of a young, athletic model. Lean and tight. Toned in all of the right places. I hadn’t even seen my face yet. I ran my tongue along my teeth. I brought a hand up and felt my cheek.

“I didn’t believe you,” I said to Geoff.

“Do you believe me now?” he laughed.

It had been one thing when this young kid showed up at my door, claiming to be Geoff. I wondered what sort of practical joke I was being set up for. But then he started talking about things that only Geoff and I knew about. Things that had happened many, many years ago when we’d first met in college. See, things were different back then. Geoff and I had feelings for each other, but we could never have pursued them. It wasn’t until we were both old and gray when we finally met again. The feelings were still there, even after all that time.

The longer this kid sat in my living room, the more I saw Geoff in him. There were certain mannerisms, and something in the tone of his voice. And yet, I couldn’t make myself believe the story he was telling me. A “youth potion” couldn’t possibly exist, could it? It couldn’t be that easy.

“Will you at least try it?” he
begged me, “What harm could it do?”

It could do plenty of harm, I thought. Who knew what was in that bottle that this random kid who showed up at my door was asking me to drink? But there I was, bringing the bottle to my lips.

I can’t explain the warmth that filled me after that. It was like I could feel the years slowly melting away and lifting off of me. It felt like I was glowing. I wanted to watch it happening. I felt Geoff help get my shirt off. I didn’t have a belly any more! I laughed deliriously. As the transformation started to slow, I was able to stand myself up. I felt unsure on my new legs and supported myself on the wall. I stayed there for a moment, examining the details of a body that I seemed to be inhabiting, but was completely foreign to me.

“I believe you,” I said as I caught my breath and my heart rate returned to normal. Even the blood coursing through my veins felt new.

“There’s no one in the world I would rather have shared this with,” Geoff said, coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I gave him a kiss. The sensation on my new lips was electrifying.

“Now we can really do it,” I told him.

“Do what?” he said with a beautiful smile.

“Spend our lives together,” I kissed him again.

Even though we were both young again, looking at each other through different eyes, and seeing different faces, the love we had for each other was still there. Just like it had been for all of those years before. But now, it felt like we had all the time in the world.

Following Lautner

I finally got into Taylor Lautner. I knew following him around and acting like a paparazzo would help me learn more about him. It took a few months to get the plan in place on how I was going to get into his body.

Finally the day had come. Taylor was out by himself running errands when I decided to make my move. I followed him taking photos really getting his upset. That was part of the plan, I needed him to get mad at me and attack. As soon as he came at me and pulled back to punch I grabbed his fist. I had him where I wanted him. I stared him down as I held him fist making him powerless. He struggled trying to get free but couldn't break my grip. He started to panic as he felt himself getting weaker as he continued to look me in my eyes. Suddenly we both fell back and when I came to I knew it was done.

I had swapped our bodies. Damn spending all that money was worth it because now I am loaded. I picked up Taylor's or should I say my phone and called the cops. Told them about how this sleazebag paparazzo had attacked me. He was so confused as to what had happened, and ended up telling the police he did it. After letting him spend the night in jail I told the police I wasn't going to press charges on him. I think losing this great hot body and amazing life is going to be punishment enough for him. Now he can see me all around town and remember what he use to have.  

Producers Cut

I looked over the top of my glasses at the guy sitting opposite as he looked at the many gold and platinum discs on the walls. “So Brent,” I started but he was preoccupied looking at the many pictures of celebrities. I tapped my fountain pen on the pad and cleared my throat. “Brent, lets get some details down. You’re nineteen and you’re the lead singer for… Devil Blue?” I looked over at him as he craned his neck to see the pad.

“Yeah, that’s right. Been singing since I was a kid through school and college had a couple of gigs and stuff,” he smiled.

I leaned back in my chair and flipped through a few pages from the bands website and carefully eyed him across the expanse of the desk. “So, it says here that there are two members to the band? Where’s this bass player—Taylor, Taylor Saunders?”

He frowned and looked away. “He couldn’t make it said he had something better he had to do, he can be a jerk sometimes,” he replied.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled and made some notes. “Do you write your own songs?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” he said nervously running his fingers through his hair.

It’s what drew me to the group, their songs where good—damn good, they just needed the support from someone like me that knew the market. But something didn’t smell right, if I was going to spend my millions promoting and pushing Devil Blue to the top I wanted to make sure I had a good investment.

I sucked on the inside of my cheek, and walked to the cabinet fixing myself a whisky. “Can I get you anything Brent?”

“Have you got an OJ?” He replied.

“Sure.” I poured a juice from the fridge, and slipped some powder into it and gave it to Brent. I took a sip of the whisky and watched him drink the juice. It only took a couple of minutes, before his head started to sag. I caught the glass just as it was about to drop from his hand.

Picking up the phone I jabbed a couple of buttons and a voice crackled through. “Yes, Mr. Williams?”

“Miss Jones just to let you know I’ll be off on an assignment with Brent Casters for a day or so.”

“Yes Mr. Williams, I’ll hold your calls. Should I send the car around for Mr. Casters?”

“Give it twenty minutes,” I replied taking another sip from the glass and hung up.

I ran my fingers through his hair, I knew the truth was in there somewhere, away from any lies. I needed to know what was going on inside his head, this was the only way—to know for sure.

I put the glass on the table and turned to the nineteen year old, and sat pushing into his space; his body. I felt his youth surround and bubble up around me, his conscious and memories. I gasped, and I felt a bead of sweat dance down my forehead, I wiped it with the back of my hand as Brent’s memories snapped into focus. “Saunders,” I mumbled.

Walking over to the table, I picked up a couple of files of the powder and stuffed them in my pocket. I checked my reflection in the glass door; Brent was a handsome guy a perfect face and body to front a group, but I already knew he’d been lying to me.

As I was driven back to Brent’s house, there was nothing more to do than establish how much he wanted to be famous. He was hungry for it, calculating and devious but there where attributes that made him valuable—his voice, his stance, his marketability. He had potential.

The driver dropped me off, and I walked into the house; I knew it well for I was Brent now. I heard a slow strumming, coming from the basement, chords and soft melodies. Nothing I’d heard before, clever combinations that gave me shivers.

Tentatively I pushed the door open and walked in. A big guy in a white t-shirt and beanie turned to face me, a Fender hung over his shoulder—Taylor Saunders.

“Where the hell have you been,” Taylor growled.

“At a meeting with Williams.”

“What! The producer?” He snarled lunging towards me grabbing my shirt and pushing me into the wall. I nodded slowly. “You fucking little weasel, you told me he cancelled. We where meant to go together.” He pushed me harder into the wall. “You shouldn’t be playing with my future, you know you can’t write shit. FUCK! You’re nothing but a pretty face and an average voice.”

The slur made me wince. Brent was a good looking guy but he also had a great voice. I pushed Taylor away, he was big and strong, but even Brent recognised his musical talent although he would never admit it to him.

I walked over to the cooler and grabbed some beers popping them both. “Taylor, we need to talk. The meeting went well, and I think we should go back and see Williams again.” I held out a can and he snatched it gulping some beer down.

"You know you'll never make it big in the business don't you," I said.

He took another gulp of beer. "I can write music," he retorted.

"Yeah, I know you can and its good--really good."

Taylor blinked, a little surprised.  "Thanks," he stammered.

"I know," I paused for a moment. "Williams knows how good you are--believe me. The only talent I've got is my looks and a voice that will inevitably change."

"You got a good voice, that's why I put up with you--most of the time."

I held up my hands. "OK, Taylor now I don't want you to freak out or anything but I haven't been entirely truthful with you."

"You double crossing little weasel what have you done now?" He sighed. I let out a groan and pulled myself out of Brent’s body, leaving him to collapse unconscious to the floor. Taylor paled and took a step back. "What the FUCK."

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Craig Williams. Brent came to see me this morning, we spoke for a while but I was suspicious when he told me he wrote all the songs."

"Like I said--he's a little weasel," Taylor growled.

"Indeed, so I had to find out the real creative spirit behind the band, and I guess I have," I smiled. Taylor just beamed and blushed a little.

"I've got something to propose to you," I scratched my nose. "You could stay as you are--write the songs, you'll make the money but you'll never really be well known or earn the money of a front man."

"Or?" Taylor frowned.

"Or," I continued, "you could just slip into Brent here just like I did. You'll have the musical creativity to write songs and no offence Taylor, a pretty boy face and the voice of a angel that will make you and me millions."

Taylor sucked on his lip and looked at the unconscious Brent on the floor.

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It's a tough choice for Taylor--which one would you choose?

Sunday Bonus: Living With The Consequences

Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I thought to myself, Suzy’s voice was going right through my head, she never stopped bitching, talking, talking, talking. FUCK! I just sighed and took a  deep breath closing my eyes.

When Thomas asked me to swap with him for the weekend, I thought I was on to a winner. What he didn’t tell me was Suzy had booked the weekend away in New York for a shopping trip.

We arrived midday and she started to reel out the different shops we where going to visit. I just had to zone out again… but my lip curled as I gently touched the tip of my new dick through my pocket—a shiver went down my spine as I gasped, and I knew I had to escape.

I sighed and looked at Suzy tipping my head. “Babe, I’ve got a headache. I think I should go back to the hotel and get some rest I really don’t want to spoil your weekend,” I mumbled.

She gently stroked my cheek. “Oh honey, you do look a little pale, and you’re right you’d probably just slow me down,” she replied.

Bitch! I thought to myself and smiled weakly at her. “I’ll see you later at the hotel.” I left her, she didn’t seem too concerned and I think Thomas’s only purpose for being there was simply to carry all the shopping bags.

As soon as I got out of sight, I ducked into the subway and headed out to The Village. Sure, Thomas wasn’t into that sort of thing but what the fuck, he had to pay for saddling me with Suzy for the weekend and I was going to have some fun in his body.

SUNDAY BONUS: Sale of a Lifetime (Continued)

Read part one of the story

Over the next few weeks, I had probably spent most of my time either inside Tom or with Tom inside me. I loved it all. I loved it most when I felt Tom slip inside me. It was a strange feeling as I became lifeless, but still with all my senses. I could always see Tom going inside me. I could also feel him, smell him and taste him. I always tried to guess what after shave and deodorant he was wearing when he went inside me. I normally got it right until last time. I couldn’t work it out. He told me what it was. Pure man sweat. He hadn’t showered all weekend and had decided to become me this morning. At first I thought it was disgusting but as I thought about it, I found it really horny. I also loved it when his feet entered my mouth , I had learned to love the taste.

Finally one day, he arrived with two syringes.

“These,” he said. “Allow us to swap completely. I will become you and you will become me. Sorry it has been so long. I had to be sure you were who I wanted to be.”

I grabbed the syringe from his hand and injected my leg, he did the same. Our bodies swapped instantly. I took over Tom’s body and his life and I absolutely loved it. My job meant that I allowed a new person to take over my body each day. One day I might find someone I liked better than Tom. Not in the near future though, but maybe one day if I ever get bored of it. I see a lot less of my old self nowadays, but we do still become each other every now and then, just to remember what we are missing.

Sunday Bonus: Runaway

by Erick S.

“You good, man?” asked a burly, bearded dude in a construction outfit. I guessed he was one of my coworkers.

“Good to go,” I said with a thumbs up.

“Where ya been?” he asked.

“Smoke break,” I said, taking one good last inhale of the cigarette in my mouth before tossing it down to the ground and stomping it out with a heavy boot. The nicotine felt great as it hit my veins. First time being a smoker. This body handled it with ease.

“Yeah? Been gone a while, you know. Boss was askin’ about you.”

“What?” I said. My voice had some sort of an accent to it. Boston, maybe? “Can’t a guy take a smoke break around here?”

I did my best to lay low the rest of the shift, just to be safe. This body had quite a lot of strength to it. Those big arms weren’t just for show. I couldn’t wait to get home and check the rest of the package out.

This was the third body I’d been in since I ran away from home. I was able to hold myself in each body a little bit longer every time. I had a feeling this guy, with his sturdy, muscular build would give me a lot more to hold onto. A lot more for me to absorb myself into. My goal was to try and stay inside of him for a full week. I was able to stay almost five days in the last guy I was in before I started feeling myself pull out. If I ever really wanted to get out of here, really run away and start a new life for myself, I’d have to find a way to hold onto a body much longer than that. Until then, I was really just hiding out in one body after the next.

“Hey, Danny,” a guy called out behind me. The same bearded dude from earlier, “Time to punch out, huh? You sure you’re good? Been quiet all day. Don’t seem like yourself.”

“Yeah,” I said with a smirk, “Not myself. I guess you could say that.”

Sunday Bonus: Lavatory Switch

by Erick S.

Obviously the airplane lavatory wasn’t the best place to try this out. I just couldn’t wait. Airports are always good places to pick up new scans, but I was damn lucky spotting this dude strutting down the moving walkway in front of me with his huge muscles on full display. I was quick to scan him with the app I developed for my phone, but there wasn’t any time for me to switch over to him before I got on my flight. I was dying for us to get up in the air and for the captain to take the “seatbelts” sign off.

Once I was in the lavatory, I flipped through the scans I’d taken that day. None of them came close to this dude. I turned the camera towards myself and pushed the button on the screen. The flash went off to signal that the switch had been made, and I felt myself instantly expand in size, literally filling up the tiny space.

“Nice,” I said, surprised to hear that my voice was higher than I expected. Whatever. It would work.

I gave my muscles a flex. I loved how big my veins were. Definitely worth showing off. I wondered where the real dude was heading off to. A bodybuilding show, maybe? It would have been fun to go in his place. But I’m sure I could find some alternate plans for this body once we landed.

Figuring that I’d already been in the lavatory for too long, I pointed the phone back and myself and returned to my usual, unassuming appearance. I returned to my seat and patted my pocket reassuringly. A whole pocket full of bodies that I could switch to, and my newest one was one of the best I’d captured yet.

Caption This (9 Feb)

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Sale of a Lifetime

 

There had been 4 estate agents around to value my house, each one seemed more sleazy than the rest. They always promoted how good they were, how quick they sold houses and stated that they always managed to get the maximum that the house was worth. Somehow though I just felt they were telling me a pack of lies.

The fifth estate agent looked even more like the stereo typical sleaze bag ‘estate agent’ type. Towering over my ample 6ft frame he must have been at least 6ft 5”. Very slim and had a babyish looking face. He was tanned and wore a plain black suit with a blue shirt and diamond cufflinks. He appeared very powerful for his age. I invited him in and asked if he wanted a drink. He didn’t.

“Right,” he said. “So Hello, I’m Tom Kirk. Before I begin, I just want to say that I’m going to cut out the crap and bullshit and just get down to business. I’m so pleased that you have asked us to value your home. I do hope we can work well together. The service we offer is completely different to every other estate agent out there. What we have found is that people do not trust estate agents. So our service offer is completely unique. I’m going to shut up now and let you watch our presentation.”

“OK” I said.

He handed me an Ipad and I pressed the play button.

I watched the presentation with great interest, it lasted around 5 minutes and demonstrated how their company was different. I also noticed that Tom was un easy, he was tapping his pen on his clipboard and bouncing his leg up and down.

“So, as you can see, we allow you to do the estimate for yourself. Hi-jacking my body for as long as you wish. Well I like to call it body-jacking.” He chuckled. “We take away the worry you and everyone else out there has about selling a house and by allowing you access to my body you will gain the knowledge that’s in my head and realise that you can trust us to sell your home with complete confidence. Plus, we normally work out cheaper than the other companies out there. You really cannot lose.”

“So basically, I take over your body in some kind of body swapping freak show?”

“Erm, its not a body swap, I will have no access to your body, its memories or anything to do with you. Literally, you take control of my body its memories and everything about it for as long as you need or want. It is certainly not a freak show. You can choose to block my access to my own body at any point during your possession of me, or you can choose for me to be there with you as a presence. Although I will have no memory of what you get up to if you deny me access. I know what people normally get up to. Its why I’m paid the big bucks. They hire me for my looks as well as my charm and of course my skills as an estate agent”

I laughed and then wondered what I could get up to in Tom’s body.

“You actually are quite attractive aren’t you? But I’m not sure about this.” I stated.

He reached into his briefcase and got out a syringe and needle and proceeded to inject himself with a green coloured liquid in the top of his left leg. He placed the needle in a safe container.

“WAIT!” I shouted. “I haven’t agreed to this yet.”

“Sir, if you had read our terms and conditions at the time you booked us online you would realise that by booking us, you agree to those conditions. Part of those conditions are the fact you allow this to take place. It’s happened now and it’s too late for you to back out. Someone needs to posses my body, otherwise I will be a lifeless shell until the end of time. It’s a risk we take, but at the end of the day my company can sue if you don’t do this, but I’m sure that’s not going to happen is it?”

He lay down on my sofa and began to flop as he lost control of his own body. It cant be that bad I thought

“One last thing,” he said. “Play the next video it gives you the instructions you need to posses my body.”

One final breath left his mouth at that point. I watched the video. At that point, I did exactly what it stated. I stripped naked and folded my clothes neatly on the table. I reached into his mouth with my hands and stretched his mouth wide open. I sat on the arm of the settee where he was lying. I placed my feet inside his mouth and pushed my own body inside his. It felt really strange. He was still warm and it felt slimy as my skin touched the inside of his body. I had began to be able to move parts of his body as my feet and legs were inside his. I manoeuvred him into a sitting position and my arse folded into his, my penis snapped into place inside his. Soon I was fully inside him and I pulled his head over my own face and assumed complete control.

A voice inside my head that I recognised as Tom said “Welcome to my body. As you now have access to my memories, you know that what I have told you is true and our company is the most respectful and trustworthy out there”

“Thanks” I said. “How long do I have?” I shook myself off and checked my suit was making sure I still looked respectable as Tom.

“We only book one appointment per day, so as long as you leave me by 5pm so I can get home you can stay as long as you want,” the voice muttered inside my head.

“Cool we may as well get on with the valuation so I can have the afternoon to enjoy this.” I replied.

We took all the measurements together, took pictures and agreed with a valuation. We got the paperwork out and I signed Tom’s signature as well as my own. It was all very strange. Finally we rang the office and sent an e-mail with all the pictures and the house was up for sale. I found it all really weird, new knowledge in my head, ability to draw scale drawings and work out what the value of my own house was. It was even more strange because I was doing all of this with hands that were not mine. Each time I walked past a mirror I freaked out slightly and I heard Tom chuckle inside my head. I have to admit as the morning went on I was enjoying myself and I felt very aroused as my thoughts turned to the afternoon and the fun I could have; looking, feeling and behaving like tom. I began to wonder what Tom was hiding underneath this suit.

“Right,” the voice in my head said. “It’s up to you where we go from here. You can leave and I’ll enjoy an un planned afternoon off. We can spend the day with you in control of my body and me in the background. Or you can demand that I leave you alone for the next few hours. I become unconscious inside my own body and you are free to do what you wish.”

“Well I choose the last one!”

“That’s fine, I thought you might. Few things before I leave. There’s a change of clothes in the boot of my car your own clothes won’t fit this body, make sure you leave me by 5pm and look after the suit it cost over $1000. Oh and don’t forget to eat; I skipped breakfast, well basically, take care of me as you would your own body”

With that I felt his consciousness slip away. I was now in full control of Tom Kirks body without any interruption from him. I literally ran to his car to grab the sports bag from his boot. Still running I got to my own bedroom and stripped. Of course remembering to look after his suit.

I don’t know what had come over me. I was absolutely thrilled to be in someone else’s body. I found my self comparing its features to my own body and other guys bodies that I had seen in the gym and the like. Tom’s features were remarkable; far better than my own. Amazing detail around his abdominal area and muscles in places where I never even imagined muscles existed. He was in such a perfect physical form. And I hadn’t even taken his boxers off yet.

There was an amazing trimmed treasure trail of hair leading to his mid region apart from that his torso was hairless. He had very little hair on his legs or arms either. I was nervous at to what would be revealed under his boxers. I needed to pluck up the courage to go any further. I remembered what Tom had said ‘Don’t forget to eat’. I rubbed my belly, yer I was hungry. I made myself some salad. It seemed appropriate to look after his body and eat healthily for him. I hated salad normally, but I tasted so good with his taste buds.

Fed and watered I returned upstairs and decided to take a shower. For that I had to remove his boxers. It was what I needed; a reason to take them off. I followed my own routine, almost forgetting that I was someone else. I only realised when I sat on the toilet and began thinking again. Oh my word!! I’m taking a piss out of Tom’s cock, I’m having a shit out of Tom’s arse. Both things i had done a million times before but it was such a new experience.

I managed to take the shower I longed for and it wasn’t long before I plucked up the courage to play with my new toy. It may of only been temporary, but for now it was mine. I pumped on it so hard it felt like it was going to fall off.

After that I lay on the bed and just admired my new temporary body. I must of nodded off as the next thing I knew it was 4.30pm. I quickly got dressed for the first time all afternoon and returned downstairs to Tom’s briefcase.

I collected the serum from his case and injected it into his leg. The serum began to work instantly as tom awoke and pushed me out through his mouth. I got myself dressed again now that I was myself again. I checked Tom was OK and he left after handing me his business card.

That was one amazing day and that night I found that all I could think about was Tom. I could smell him on my bed. I couldn’t sleep. At around 2am I had a text. It was from Tom. It read.

“Hi it’s Tom Kirk, I know you are working tomorrow, so sorry to text so late. I was wondering if you might enjoy the weekend off? I love the thrill of someone taking my body and know you would too. The thrill of being inside someone else is even greater for me. My offer to you. I endure your pain of being at work. Then Saturday night and Sunday is with me as you without you.”

I instantly replied
“Sounds great Tom, providing you come over now and let me sleep inside your body, I will leave you as soon as I wake up and you can take my body to work”

“Deal, see you in 10! Cant wait” was the reply

Sure enough tom arrived in exactly 10 minutes. He injected his leg and I went inside him. I had a quick wank and fell asleep. I had some amazing dreams and thoughts that night as I let Tom stay with me while I slept. So there were two of us in the same dream, so you can imagine what we got up too.

8am arrived and the alarm sounded. The syringe was already on hand and I injected Toms leg. I left Tom’s body and we briefly chatted about the experience. He mentioned that if I liked being him so much we could make it a regular thing. Perhaps even swap instead of live inside each other.

I helped Tom out that day at work and as promised once I got home I left him to it for 36 hours. For that night and day I had no idea what Tom had been doing with my body. It was like having a gap in my head. But I didn’t mind. I had been him and trusted him completely.