Tebowing Cena

Continuation of Tebowing: http://maletransformation.blogspot.com/2012/09/tebowing.html

It has been months since I got to take over Tim Tebow. It is amazing to be in such a great football player. There has only been one big problem, I never get to actually play. I figured being as good as I am I would be starting every game but instead I am the backup and never get to play. I at least get to stay with the team and work out which is nice. I just want to get on the field and play!

As the season started to wrap up I was getting worried about what was going to happen with me. One day John Cena came to the stadium for a visit. Damn he is a real man. Built, successful, and doesn't take crap from anyone. I really started to think about how I had to be him.

Now that the season is over I know I am not going to be signed back with the Jets. This sucks! I took over Tebow to be number 1 and be a real stud. Now I am in Tebow and going to be without a team to play for. Sure I am still good looking but I really wanted to play football and get more famous.

So I finally made the decision I was going to get Cena and be on top of the game for once. I texted him telling him I really needed to talk and get advice. So we decided to meet at a bar. Not my most favorite place to even attempt to swap with him but I knew I had to. Tebow was heading towards not having a career anymore and I wanted one. After a few drinks we both started to relax and I knew one more and his studly body would be mine.

The last round I got while Cena was in the bathroom and I slipped a powder in his drink. I took the other powder and put it in mine without anyone knowing. We both downed our drinks and I knew I had 20 minutes to get Cena out of the bar before we both passed out. As we left the bar and were talking he made an interesting comment about how he wished he could have the future before him like I do.

I grinned at him and started to try to explain what was going to happen when we both suddenly blacked out. It was about 20 minutes later when I started to come to. I was feeling bigger and realized I was on the other side of the car. I looked over and there was my old body of Tebow.

Cena, now Tebow started to come to and started to freak out when he saw his own body looking back at him. I tried to explain what happened and he just kept telling me to swap us back. To bad for him there was no way to undo this. Once you swap from a body there is no going back. The body blocks you from taking control of it again.

I do feel bad that I took Cena's success but now I am on top. I think he is adjusting to being Tebow and working on finding a new team to play. It took him awhile to move on from being Cena but now you would never realize he wasn't really Tebow. I don't even think he remembers being in Cena before. I do remember while I was in Tebow and at time do miss it. But now I am bigger and more powerful and loving it!

Sunday Bonus: Vacation

by CAIN

There are just times when you feel you need a vacation, you know? Work gets too stressful, home life too tedious, lack of dating options, etc. Basically, my life gets pretty boring sometimes and I just want to get away.

I guess my life isn’t that bad compared to some guys my age. I’m 31, relatively fit, more fit than average I suppose but not particularly ripped or huge, gay guy but come off as straight, good job I’ve had for years, and well educated. But it seems sometimes I have way too many expectations placed on me. I’m the “smart guy” the “go to guy” the “guy who gets things done”. It can all be overwhelming to have so much expected of me on a daily basis.

So it wasn’t too long ago I fantasized about being someone totally different. First it was just a general wanting to be someone else, but over time, I got a little more specific. When I say I want to be someone totally different, I mean quite the opposite of who I am in my day to day life.

Sometimes I fantasize about being a lean effeminate twink, ripped body, tall, pretty face and blue eyes, wearing skimpy underwear and dancing the night away at some night club without a shirt on, grinding up on any guy I can find until my uncut well hung penis (hey, it’s my fantasy, of course it’ll be big and uncut) starts to get hard and leak precum through my undies and onto some dudes jeans. I would barely be old enough to drink, but could get any guy in the club merely with my sexy body and moves.

But then at other times, especially when I go to the meathead gym, I see the guys almost half my age and huge as bulls, thick necks, backwards cap, cut off workout shirts stretched tight across their huge chests, and faces that seem to lack all intellect. When I hear them talk to their equally large buddies, it becomes apparent that they rarely have any intelligence beyond knowing how to lift and get huge. “Yeah dude, you totally rocked your bi’s. Fuck, you’re getting huge bro!” I see them, barely old enough to drink, and bigger than I could get in my life without a lot of “special” help in the form of injectable drugs.

Well, after a time, my fantasies became stronger and stronger. As my life got more dull, routine, and boring, the stronger my fantasies got until I couldn’t help but think about it every time I saw one of these guys at the gym. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to be tall, buff, and dumb, even for a short while, just to get out of my life for a little bit, just to get away and have a vacation of sorts.

One day, I’m sitting there on the bench, taking a break from doing dumbbell bench presses, and I look over and see one of these guys there. He looks to be early 20s, at least 6’2”, huge arms with veins popping out of his black cut off shirt, backwards ball cap, thick neck, looked to be mixed, and a cool tribal tattoo on his huge right calf. I looked over at him as he’s doing arm curls, I see the huge peak popping out as he squeezes out rep after rep and I imagine myself in that body. I can feel the blood flowing into my massive arms, I can feel the veins sticking out against my lean skin, and I can feel the heat from my huge appendages as I complete another 5 reps.

I open my eyes, and suddenly I find myself looking through his eyes. I look over to where I was before and I’m still sitting there, taking a break. Suddenly my old eyes open and my old body reaches down to do another set of dumbbell presses. It’s like nothing happened at all. It’s kind of erotic to see my body working out from another perspective, it actually does look kinda big from here, not as big as the body I find myself, but I can tell my pecs are starting to gain some size, and the way the veins pop out near my shoulders is kinda hot. I find myself actually getting turned on by looking at my old body in my cut off USAF shirt and ball cap. Well in any event, I’ve seen this kid around, never had the chance to talk to him, but I know his routine well enough to know that he does a few more arm exercises and then wraps up for the day. So I decide to go about the rest of his routine and see where this takes me.

A half hour later, I’m feeling pretty pumped and my old body has already gone back to the office, at least I hope he has, last thing I need is to lose my job over my little “vacation”. Or for that matter, I need to figure out what this kid does with his life, hoping that my little jaunt in his muscular body isn’t too long. I concentrate for a bit, hoping to find some clue in my memories. Little flashes come into my head, short term memories first, like which locker is mine, and the combination. Which car is mine in the lot. So I head to the locker room, grab my gym bag and toss on my hoodie, a baggy gray one with a local university logo on it. I grab my car keys out of the bag and remember I’m driving a blue Ford trunk in the lot, to the side over by the trees. I make my way out the door, “See you later Jeff!” one of the trainers, another big young guy, calls after me. So I’m a Jeff now? Hmm, decent name I guess.

I open my truck, toss my bag on the passenger seat, and decide to take a few minutes to get acquainted with myself since I don’t have another class for an hour. Sports conditioning, yeah, I’m getting a degree to be an athletic trainer apparently, and I work a few nights a week at my gym as a personal trainer too for a little extra money.

(I’ve found from several of my vacations that guys like this typically do a little training on the side and tend to do relatively simple jobs. I’ve been a mechanic, a warehouse worker, a stocker at the grocery store, a server at a local restaurant, and one interesting stint as an escort… But those are all stories for another time)

Jeff here was the “smartest” of the bodies I’ve vacationed in, I guess he’d have to be to get into the university he goes to, even if it’s a relatively easy major. Anyway, I took some time to explore my body in more detail, since no one was around me in the lot, I was able to pull my shorts down and see I was wearing some tight Under Armor trunks, black ones with red writing on them. While I was definitely already turned on by my experience, I could tell my new tool was a good size larger than my own, and I wasn’t disappointed. While it wasn’t quite as long as I expected, and I was also cut just like my old body, it was pretty thick, and when it grew to full size, it was the size of a beer can easily, if not bigger. I started to jack it a little as my truck warmed up, and it easily lubed up with copious amounts of pre, I was astounded! Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see two middle aged women walking my direction, they were headed to the little Subaru parked next to my truck. Shit! Well, guess I’ll have to explore more later, hopefully I get a chance to later… So I quickly whip my trunks and shorts back up, wipe my hands on the center console, and put the truck into gear and drive off toward my dorm.

A short while later, I open the door to a small dorm room, the table is covered with empty beer cans, and I can see all sort of protein powders and supplements on top of the old fridge in the small kitchen. There’s a little desk and computer off to one side, and I see another equally large dude sitting on the couch with a girl… My roommate I guess. Fuck, he was even huger, and even dumber looking. Now THIS was the kinda dude I wish I could be!

“Yo Jeff! Sick looking guns bro! Looking pumped. What you up to now? Oh shit, this is Janice. Janice, this is my roommate Jeff, he’s cool, even if he’s a scrawny dude.” He said and laughed. I remembered his name is Tony, “Fuck you Tony, at least I’m passing my classes you retard!” then I laughed. “Yeah, well that’s only cuz you actually spend time on your homework shit, I don’t have time for that when I have to pump these pythons!” He said, and flexed seductively for Janice. She just rolled her eyes and stuck out her hand, “Nice to meet you Jeff, sorry your roommate is a jerk, but hey, he’s my jerk.” I shook her hand and smiled and thought, yeah, that’s what you think Janice, he’ll just dump you after he fucks you tonight and be on to the next one.

“Well bro, I’m gonna catch a shower and get to class, I’ll see you there.” Apparently he was in the same major as me, and a lot of the same classes. I kinda kept tabs on him making sure he actually showed up and paid at least a little bit of attention.

I grab a tight green shirt and Levi jeans from my room, some Timberland boots, socks, and clean Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I strip down to nothing and turn on the shower. I stare at myself as the water heats up. This body is pretty damn nice. My cock has deflated, but even now, it looks pretty thick. I didn’t notice before, but apparently Jeff shaves his balls and trims his bush, so the cock looks a little bigger than it might hidden by a bunch of hair. My stomach isn’t as ripped as I expected, you can see a six pack if I flex it, but when I relax, it disappears and sticks out a bit… Like a small roid gut. The arms are still pretty pumped from my workout and I rub my larger hands over them, then my massive quads, and feel the tattoo on my calves and the other one on my right pec. I never had tattoos, but they do look kinda cool. The one on my pec looks like a dragon ripping its way out of my chest, and like I said before, the one around the calf is a basic tribal thing. My shoulders are like cannon balls and my traps are so huge leading up to my thick neck. I notice my eyes are green and I have a small mole near my nose, nothing hideous, but about the size of a small bead.

The water is finally hot enough, and I decide to hop in the shower and get this body clean. I start at the head, make my way down to the legs, and then as the icing on the cake, I take my hardened cock in my hands, thrilled I have to use both hands on it, and start to go to town. I switch off one handed to rub my pecs and arms. I had to have been going a good five minutes until I hear a pounding on the door “Jeff, quit jacking off your baby cock, we need to get to class dude!” Fuck! I was so close, I want to orgasm so badly in this body, but Tony is right, I have 15 minutes to get to class now, so I better get going or I’ll be late. “Fuck Tony! Shit, I was so close man, what the hell is wrong with you!” “Yeah whatever putz, get your ass moving, you have to hold my hand to class buddy.” Is he serious? Is he really that dumb? “Fuck off Tony, I’ll be done in 2 minutes, go away!”

I turn the shower off, grab the towel and dry off quickly and start to put my clothes on. I style up my hair into some short spikes, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. Fuck I clean up nice! I smile at myself and then I feel a buzzing in my head. I grab my head and close my eyes. I squat down as the buzzing becomes painful. Then the buzzing dissipates and I open my eyes and find I’m sitting at my desk in my office, in the middle of another boring conference call. Thankfully one I don’t have to pay too much attention to. I take a look at my outbox and see that while Jeff was me, everything seems to have gone as normal. My gym bag is in the corner, and I’m in my office clothes.

I was simultaneously astounded by the experience I just had and depressed that it lasted so shortly. But then I got to thinking, maybe it wasn’t a one shot deal? As I heard the call leader drone on about some new product and the numbers to support it, I closed my eyes again and pictured Tony heading to class with Jeff. I concentrated hard, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the backside of Jeff as we were heading out the door to class.

I looked down at my arms in my tight green American Eagle shirt, and felt the massive python in my pants as I thought about Janice and tonight after class and the gym. I couldn’t think about much else beyond that. “Yo, dumbass” Jeff said to me, “Let’s get going, we’re gonna be late dude. You can day dream about fucking your latest chick when we’re in class.” My brain felt slow, and Jeff was right, I couldn’t really think about anything else but Janice, and working out, and fucking in general, I had to admit, I couldn’t think about much else, and I felt the hard lump in my pants easily as thick as Jeff’s but a couple of inches longer. Yeah, this was going to be a good vacation!

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.