Caption This (8th June)

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The Double Cross

"Look, just give me a couple more minutes will you, it's not easy going from one form to another," I growled at Dominic as my new persona swept over me. Mike was a nice guy, I'd known him for a couple of years but he had a strong dislike for Dominic, something that was becoming more and more evident as his personality locked into mine.

"I don't fucking care, we're on a tight schedule," Dominic growled, and then paused for a moment, "and what the fuck am I meant to call you now? Friend?"

I glared at Dominic. "You can call me Mike, but I'm not your friend!" Glancing into the back of the car I felt a lump come to my throat as I looked at what was left of the real Mike; a curled up grey husk which only loosely fitted the description of being human.

"What's the matter? You having second thoughts now?" Dominic sneered.

I glanced up at him through narrowed eyes. "I always regret it afterwards, but this is different." I looked down as patterns of ink bloomed across my new bicep, and flinched as pins and needles shot up my leg as more ink surfaced. "Mike's been a good friend, maybe not to you but we've been real tight."

"So you're feeling bad about killing your best friend?"

"Fuck you Dominic, fuck you!" I retorted.

The Spark

I looked at Wade and rolled my eyes. “I guess, but inside you're still a pussy cat,” I laughed as I slapped his heavy pecs walking to the kitchen.

Wade frowned and trotted after me. “But, I think I kinda look mean,” he whined puffing out his chest. “Don’t you think I look mean?”



"Ok, scare me," I replied. Wade sneered and growled at me. I stifled a laugh as I got myself a beer from his fridge; turning again I looked the giant up and down. “Wade, I’ve seen meaner looking things at the petting zoo,” I chuckled throwing him a beer.

He trudged back to the lounge and dropped onto the couch. "Aww, I just want a little respect. I'm bigger that all the guys I know, but they still walk over me and treat me like I'm nothing," he sighed.

I walked over and sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Wade, you're a big guy. Biggest guy I know, but you just don't come across as intimidating or threatening, you know?"

He looked up at me from under lowered eyebrows. "I guess, sucks being the nice guy all the time," he replied.

"Wade, you just need to man up a bit. When people first meet you they probably are intimidated by you--I was, but then you open your mouth and give the game away," I explained.

"I just don't have the words," he sighed.

"It's nice to be the good guy, but people will take advantage of you all the time. You'll end up doing things for people because you'll be scared not to, or don't want to upset them."

He nodded solemnly. "Want people to just not be mean to me," he replied.

"You're a worthless piece of meat, pumped full of god knows what--" "But..." "Don't fucking interrupt me you brainless sack of shit." I pulled in close to his face. "You repulse me, you're a whining excuse for a friend," I growled at him.

Wade's eyes popped. "Don't talk like that you're scaring me," he stammered.

My expression softened into a smile. "Sorry Wade, but I just wanted to show you that anyone could do it, even a guy half your size like me. I'm not saying you should be aggressive or anything but just be firm," I explained.

He looked at me with a worried look. "I guess, I don't think I would want to be like that--that was awful," he mumbled.

"You just have to be more confident, you're a nice guy. Has anyone been giving you problems?" I asked cautiously.

I watched him carefully as he rubbed his eye. He was like a big kid sometimes; vulnerable and scared. "It's Colin," he whispered, "he's been treating me bad, embarrassing me in front of my friends." He sagged a little looking defeated, I felt sorry for Wade and wanted to help.

There was a way I could help Wade; I had a trick, a gift--but it was something I'd never told any of my friends about. I discovered I could put a little part of myself in other people, once inside them I became something like a voice to them or I could take control completely.

I tapped his chest. "You know Wade--I can give you something that will help your confidence," I told him with a smile.

"Really? Like a lucky rabbit's foot or something?" he asked.

"No, something more magical than that," I replied. "You trust me right?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

I pinched my thumb and finger together and slowly pulled them apart; a ball of light crackled between the tips of my digits. "You see this Wade," I nodded at the light, "this is part of me, and I want to give it to you. It'll make you stronger, not your muscles but help you out in other ways." I rested a hand on his shoulder balancing the ball of light on my finger tip, slowly I touched it to his forehead and watched as it disappeared below his skin.

My stomach knotted and twisted as my perspective stretched giving me vertigo; like double vision I was able to see Wade and myself but through my friends eyes.

"This feels weird," Wade mumbled getting to his feet as the part of me I put inside his head touched his mind.

*Can you hear me Wade?* I said inside his head, he drew a sharp breath. "Uh-huh," he replied cautiously to the silent voice.

*I don't want you to be scared, but I'm going to take over for a while is that OK?* "I guess," he replied a slight stammer in his voice. I eased myself in taking control of Wade's body, instantly his stance changed taking on a more confident air. I walked to the mirror and tipped my head giving my new reflection a nod.

*Wow! I really look different, like I'm strutting.* It was my turn to hear Wade's silent voice in my borrowed head. "It doesn't take much," I explained, "maybe just a look, see the way I'm standing?" I replied in Wade's own voice.

My perspective twisted again as I disconnected from Wade leaving that piece of me inside, and I found myself looking at Wade from the couch again. "You're looking a lot more confident now," I smiled. He turned and looked at me for a moment; his eyes narrowed and I spotted a glint in his eye, and then it was gone.

He turned and flexed a bicep. "Fuck yeah, just what I needed," Wade replied with a sneer.

"Wade? You OK?"

The uncharacteristic sneer faded to something more familiar. "Yeah, of course," he replied.

I told him I'd see him later at the bar in town, he nodded and showed me to the door. I was a little surprised when he slammed it behind me; he'd usually wave goodbye as I drove away.

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It was a little after seven when I got to the bar; Wade had changed into a t-shirt and hoody, and gave me a half hearted smile when he saw me. I nodded at Tony and Colin who where sitting opposite.



I took the seat next to Wade, and asked if anyone wanted a drink. "No, it's my round," Colin replied. He threw some notes across the table at Wade. "Go get us some beers monkey boy," Colin laughed.

"Colin you asshole, show some respect will you," I growled.

"Don't worry, I know he's only teasing. Isn't that right Colin," Wade said through gritted teeth.

Colin looked between the two of us. "Yeah, just playing with ya."

"Give me a hand will you buddy," Wade said, his eyes locked on Colin. He glanced at me, and then followed Wade to the bar.

I was talking to Tony for a while, and looked over my shoulder to see why they hadn't returned. Through the window I could see Wade's shadow lit from the light outside. I went to see what the problem was and was shocked to see Wade bearing down on Colin, spitting fury into his face. Colin looked over at me, his face was a white as a sheet. I tugged at Wade's shoulder, he was strong, and I had to use both hands to pull him away. "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded.

"This little fucker, was giving me shit," Wade retorted jabbing at Colin's chest almost knocking him over.

I pulled Colin out of harms way and told him to leave. "What the fuck is going on Wade? This isn't like you at all, you hate bullies."

Wade's eyes narrowed again. "Wade's not calling the shots anymore, I AM! He's weak, it didn't take long to put him in his place," he tapped his forehead. "There are going to be some big changes in his--fuck, my life now. I've got him tied in knots," his face returns to Wade's normal placid expression, "and I can fake him whenever I want," he says in a soft voice, sagging a little.

I took a gulp realising that something had gone wrong when I'd put that little part of me inside Wade. "Let me fix this Wade," I pinched my fingers and they started to glow as I reached for Wade's forehead.

Wade lashed out pushing me away. "Get the fuck away, you're not taking this away from me. You'd better keep away, because I swear I'll not only hurt you but I'll hurt your friend Wade as well."

"You're bluffing," I growled.

He grinned. "Try me," he sneered shouldering me hard before leaving.

I staggered and slumped against the wall. How the fuck did this happen? How could I rescue my friend? A shiver ran down my spine; Wade wasn't the first, what about the other people I'd put a little part of myself in—maybe they’re faking it as well? Had I been putting scraps of the bad parts of me in other people

Is It Love?!

Part 2 My first time

It was a bit of a shock as when I woke up I was looking at a different part of the room and could now see my own body on the other side of the circle. I knew the swap had happened as I felt completely different. It was different moving my arms; somehow they felt easier to move. Standing up was also different, I felt taller and it seemed to take longer to get to a full standing position. I didn’t have any emotions or feelings relating to my new body and life as yet and I had no idea who I had become. My only feeling was one of fear. Fear of who I had become. But it wasn’t warranted fear. We all knew each other extremely well and trusted each other completely; otherwise we would never of agreed to do this. I suppose it must be the fear of the unknowns of who I now was, the emotions and feelings that were about to flood my mind of the friend I had become. I began to look round the room, I saw my old self, Jake, Damien, Brian and Craig. I couldn’t see Alex so that answered my only question. I was wearing his clothes but I still knew nothing about him. We all had the same feeling so we began to read the manual. The instructions stated in order to complete the transfer of memories and take on your new body’s life; you must shake the hands of your original body in a crossed arm formation. This we all did and Alex's memories, emotions and life flooded into my new body and I was now able to take on his life and deal with his emotions. I still had my own memories too.

Is It Love?!

Part 1  - The beginning

Internet pop ups can be annoying and pointless at times but on this particular day, it happened to be just what I and a group of my friends were looking for.

The pain he had been in had been unbearable for him as we'll as his friends. It had been going on for months.

Around three weeks ago he had split up with his partner. They had been together for years and were close even from a school age. It may have only been three weeks ago, but the breakup had been going on for months. That was almost the end for him. He gave up and it was only his close friends that had supported him so well that kept him going.

Caption This (1st June)

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Kiss

“Fuck I look hot.” I said to no one in particular as I caught my reflection in a passing window.

Sam here was definitely one of my favorites; active, attractive (and although he kept it on the down-low), bisexual.

“Mmm” I bit my lip as I flexed my muscles.

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I still remember my first day in here; just another boring day since I’d lost my body in that experiment. Or rather, it just dissipated into thin air, my spirit left without a body.

I tried everything to get their attention, but it was no use, no one could see me, or even hear me. I tried throwing things, but my ‘hands’ just passed right through.

Defeated, I just decided to look around the facility.

I found the security personal area, and Sam here really caught my eye; I could see his muscles bulging even through his uniform. So, having nothing better to do I just decided to follow him.

We came to a what was more or less a locker room; complete with showers (I imagine to wash off in case of an accident with an experiment), and much to my delight, Sam began to undress.

I floated up next to him, and began to try to run my hands across his chiseled muscles, and though he didn’t seem to notice, I could see his skin began to tingle with goose-bumps. I slowly traced the his abs down to his waist…

I could see his pants stiffen and I allowed a playful smile to dance across my face.

I pressed my ‘lips’ to his, and a look of shock shot across his face as a force suddenly started jerking me into his body.

He was moaning; it seemed a bit painful, his body was convulsing violently as it was unsure whose commands to listen to, and after a few brief moments, I was fully inside of him. And I could feel him drift off to a gentle slumber; exhausted from his recent experience.

I breathed in slowly; enjoying the rush as I felt this powerful chest expand with air. I let out a cheeky green as I ran his rugged hands down his abs and I paused for a moment at the waistband of his underwear; I could feel it straining to get out, and I decided that since he was going to shower anyways… I quickly tossed them off and looked to the mirror to view my new (if borrowed), package.

This thing was fuckin’ monster! It was so damn thick, and it was already pretty long and it wasn’t even at full mast yet, I ran a hand through the neatly trimmed hair before grasping the rod and giving it a light rub.

”oooh…” a moan escaped my lips as my body twinged a little; I hadn’t really noticed but he wasn’t circumcised either, and this felt so much better than my own cock ever did! I gave it another light rub and shuttered with delight.

I decided to take this to the shower and as the hot water ran down my skin, I let out a content sigh, his muscles were a bit sore, and this water was so soothing… I stood there feeling the sweet relief of this miracle water before continuing with my shower. I took his bottle of body wash and squeezed some into my hands, running my strong hands across his cobbled abs was not something I regretted at all…

I felt a familiar stirring from my crotch as it began to swell; I lathered my hands up and began rubbing it slowly, savoring all the new sensations… Moans were escaping my mouth, I was trying to keep them quiet, but that was a bit hard as my new voice was deep and could be heard rumbling throughout the room. Damn, this foreskin made such a fucking difference, I could barely continue as my body shivered from all the pleasure it was receiving.

I heard someone come in, and I stopped immediately; but damn, I was still so fucking horny.

I looked outside of the shower and I caught a glimpse as someone just as ripped as this body was. Fuck, I was so horny…



It wasn’t long before my new, ‘colleague’ had also entered the shower and I said “Fuck it” and decided to go for it…

I stepped into his shower with him and he turned around “The fuck du-“ I pressed my lips to his and let my tongue delicately explore his mouth; the look of shock on his face turned to one of pleasure as he began to kiss back. But, to my horror, I felt myself being pulled outside of my new body, I struggled to stay in and I could feel my control slowly slipping and after a few moments I was looking at my old reflection. He seemed groggy but not wasting time, I flipped him around and pushed my new cock in, still impressive, but not as great as the one I just had.

It was tight, but after some wiggling around I managed to get my cock in. I heard a whimper of pain leave his lips. But I didn’t care as I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, building up a rhythm, I could tell he still was a bit groggy and not sure what was happening, but the cries of pain slowly turned into ones of enjoyment, and this felt nice, but it was something I was all too used too; it didn’t feel as good as his did, so I pulled his face towards the side and gave him another kiss, letting my soul being re-absorbed back in. I moaned loudly as all the pleasure hit me at once, I bit my lip and reached down and began to jerk myself, I couldn’t handle all the pleasure as I swear I whited out and when I came too I could hear my moan echoing through the room, as I shot my load against the wall, I was panting heavily, as was my other ‘toy’…

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I did get control of his body when I was in here, but I didn’t have his memories, so I had no idea how to keep this body in shape, so I usually went to the gym, then went and played with someone else while he worked out his body. He didn’t seem to notice that he was having lapses of memory. It was hard to do take another body in public as two guys kissing is something that draws attention. So when I got to his gym, I saw the owner and he seemed pretty chummy with my new body, and after some brief bullshitting, I saw him go into what appeared to be a personal bathroom for the staff in the back; I followed him and before he knew what happened I had thrust my lips onto his and I once again felt myself being pulled into another body. When I opened my eyes I was standing a clear head over my previous body’s and I watched him groggily exit the room.

This body was so much thicker than the last, so I ripped my shirt off and smirked cockily to myself as I let out my dick and released my stream of urine. Another sensation that was oddly erotic; I let out a gruff growl…



I gave this body a quick jerk before putting my shirt back on and going back out to the desk. I watched the cameras, taking care to watch what Sam did. After a bit of time, Sam seemed to be done, and he went to the locker rooms, I smirked, perfect.

I made sure to take out today’s video footage and packed it neatly behind the desk (so I could learn how to work that body myself someday…) and I made my way to the locker room and I saw him stripping. As I made my way over I glanced to make sure that no one was in the room, clear. “Hey, Sam!” He turned around, confused, he didn’t try to cover himself, but I guess it was normal for guys to see guys naked in here. “Yeah?” I reached a thick, meaty, hand under his chin and raised his head before locking our lips and going back to what I began to think of as my body. The owner, Mike seemed confused as to what he was doing but just shook his head and walked out.

I took a quick shower, eager to get home to see how Sam really lived, and before I left I made sure to grab those tapes…

And thus was what was what became my daily routine.

Rebirth – by BR.

Beginnings

Blackness. Everything is black. No sound. No feeling. Nothing, just a total void, like a deprivation tank. Think. I have to remember. I remember.....

The week began like any other week. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to work, and come home. Same old boring routine, same old boring me. Mind you my life wasn't bad, just very routine. I had long ago settled into a comfortable pattern of living. Made life simpler that way. Of course it could be dull at times but dull was not always terrible. I avoided problems and risks, rarely venturing beyond my own world for anything other than work.

Tuesday, however, brought an unexpected change. I decided to take the day off from work. Why? Well, I really don't know other than the day was just calling out to me - warm, blue skies, perfect for doing anything except going to work. I had the time coming so I took it. I ambled leisurely through a park that wasn't far from where I lived, stopping to feed the ducks swimming in the pond. Everything seemed to be very vibrant and alive to me. Was I just noticing it because I didn't get out very often?

Around the time for lunch, I happened upon a small cafe I had not seen before, a very cozy place with a nice outdoor patio, not visible from the outside.  It was like paradise – a garden setting with cobblestones and fountains spewing water forth in great cascades. I know, cozy doesn't exactly seem to go with fountains and great amounts of water, but it really was that way. Maybe like the TARDIS in Dr. Who, smaller outside and infinite on the inside. I felt at peace here. Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and I found myself lying on the floor. A warm blackness descended, enveloping me in a serene sleep.

I do not know how long that velvet blackness had hold of me. I had no sense of time. I opened my eyes and found I was standing, not on a solid surface but floating slightly above the surface. Funny, the garden now looked gray and ill-defined, like looking through a veil. There were shapes moving about but I could not clearly tell what they were or what was happening.

Without warning, I found myself being pulled by invisible hands. Not roughly, but I was definitely being pulled, pulled towards a shape on the cobblestone floor. I felt like I was passing through jello and I lost all sensation again.

The next thing I knew I was kneeling on the cobblestone. I didn't feel light anymore. I felt... heavy. The gray had lifted, replaced by normal colors and vision. Not only that, I was looking at my body. I stood up or should I say the body I was now in stood up. It wasn't me controlling the movement. I could feel, taste, hear, and otherwise recognize what was happening but I was not physically doing so myself. I was like a passenger going along for the ride. Technically I had a body. But who's body and why? At least I was still in a male body. I really would have freaked if I had been a woman now.

He stopped to talk to two policemen waiting outside the cafe. He told them to call the coroner and report the fatality - the guy had a heart attack. He then headed to an ambulance to go back to the firehouse. I found the experience fascinating and terrifying at the same time. Was I doomed to be nothing more than a part of this person for the rest of his life?

Caption This (25th May)

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Guitar Hero – by BR.

Read part 1, Producers Cut

“So, what will it be, Taylor?”

Taylor answered: “No, not for me. While it is tempting to teach the little weasel a lesson, I don’t want to be him. Maybe there is a better solution…”

And with that, Taylor and Mr. Williams went into the other room.



Matt was a great musician. Not much to look at and not much to listen to when he tried to sing, but there was no denying his talent when he played his piano. The piano became an extension of the man, exuding any emotion the music required. There was no style of music Matt couldn’t play – classical, modern, fast or slow tempo – anything. Matt was painfully shy about playing in public, however. He had no confidence in front of people.

Taylor had met Matt at a party after one of Devil Blue’s gigs. The two men had bonded fast and were very close. Taylor had even written songs for Matt to play. Brent was jealous because of Taylor’s complete trust and loyalty to Matt. There is nothing Taylor wouldn’t do for Matt and visa versa. Matt could be trusted not to screw Taylor like Brent would in a heartbeat.

Caption This (18th May)

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These Hands

As a thank you gesture he held out his hands in front of him and in acknowledgement I held his hands.

'Thanks for all you have done for me'. Luke stated. 

I noted how amazing his hands felt. I could feel the warmth of his heart flowing through his skin. I could also feel how detailed the ridges in his skin were as they felt so deep. I pulled him in closer for a hug. Probably more than he wanted or was expecting... I couldn't manage a reply that was meaningful to him and as I was still holding his hands creating the bond I needed.

'I wish these hands were mine.' I said to him.