Uncle Mike

In collaboration with Smitch (slytojan@yahoo.com)

I had to stop by my Uncle Mike's house to drop off his keys. He'd let me borrow his truck for the weekend so me and my buddies could haul our stuff up to the mountains for some camping. Uncle Mike was always real cool like that. Fuck, he'd even bought us a few cases of beer to take with us!

I knocked on the door a few times, but he didn't answer. I let myself in, figuring he'd just stepped out for a second. I was just gonna leave the keys on the kitchen counter and head out when I heard the shower running. I walked down the hall, thinking I'd knock on the door and just let him know I'd been there. I saw that the door was cracked open a little bit.

"Uncle Mike?" I called out.

I guess he couldn't hear me in the shower. Ah well, I figured. He'd see the keys on the counter and figure out what was up. I was gonna call him later anyways.

Just as I turned back down the hall, however, something caught my eye. Through the crack in the door, I saw my Uncle Mike laying there, slouched against the wall. It looked like he was unconscious!

"Uncle Mike!" I said, pushing the bathroom door open.

I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I entered the room. Yes, there was my Uncle Mike slouched in the corner -- but there was somebody in the shower! I was shocked -- it was my older brother, Danny!

"Danny!" I screamed.

He screamed and jumped back, clumsily trying to cover himself up in the shower. He turned off the water and stepped out.

"What are you doing here!?" he yelled.

"What am I doing here!?" I asked, "What are you doing here! And what's wrong with Uncle Mike! What did you do!"

"Oh my god..." Danny said, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist, "Look, Andy, I can explain."

"Explain what?" I asked.

"OK," Danny started, "That's not really Uncle Mike..."

He gestured to the slouched over figure on the floor.

"I mean, it is Uncle Mike, but look. OK. You always wondered how I was able to move out and how I've been living on my own and everything? Well this is how... I've been... pretending to be Uncle Mike. And I've just been living his life, really, and... Oh, Andy! I know it doesn't make any sense -- but please, just don't tell anybody!"

"What do you mean you've been pretending to be Uncle Mike?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"See," said Danny, walking over to Uncle Mike's body, "I used this stuff I found online to turn him into... like, a costume. That I can wear. And when I wear it, I look exactly like him, and nobody can even tell the difference."

"Show me," I said, now becoming a little curious.

"OK," said Danny, "But, it's a little weird, ok?

He went over to the Uncle Mike costume and lifted it up. I could tell that it was pretty heavy -- Uncle Mike was a pretty big dude, after all. What I saw next shocked me. My brother stretched out Uncle Mike's mouth, and then stepped right inside like he was pulling up a pair of coveralls. The big, bulky body slid right up over my brother's smaller frame as he roughly pushed and shaped all of the muscles into place.

"OK," he grunted, "Here it goes..."

With that, he flipped Uncle Mike's face up and over his own, becoming Uncle Mike from head to toe. It was amazing. Where my brother had been standing just moments before, there was my Uncle Mike

"Holy shit..." I said.

"Well," Danny said in my Uncle Mike's voice, "What do you think?"

I stood there in silence, trying to sort through my thoughts.

"I think..." I said, hesitating. "I think I wanna try it on..."

Danny, or rather "Uncle Mike," smiled with a wide grin.

"I knew you'd understand!" he beamed, "And of course you can try it on! But listen, bro. Honestly, you can't tell anybody about this, all right? I can't move back in with Mom and Dad. You understand, right? I've got things made, man."

"It's ok," I said honestly, "I won't tell. But you gotta let me come over whenever I want, ok?

"Deal," said Danny, slipping off the facemask, "So do you wanna get in it now?"

"Hell yeah!" I said, stepping up to him and helping him slide the rest of the suit off, "Maybe I can be him for the rest of the night, huh? Go out and buy us some beers and we can just chill?"

"Whatever you want, little bro," Danny chuckled, "As long as you keep it all a secret."

"Oh, don't worry!" I said, "Your secret is definitely safe with me!"

Deflated

Every morning before school, I gotta go through and pump up all of my muscles because this damn bodysuit keeps deflating overnight. There's gotta be a leak or something, but where the hell do I go to get something like that fixed? Ah well, maybe I should ask my parents to get me a new one and just give this one to my little brother or something!

The Stage Assistant

"OK, Mr. Landon, they're ready for you on the set," Luis, the stage assistant said, entering the dressing room.

Jason Landon, the usually very professional male model, was just standing there doing nothing. He hadn't even shaved his chest or put on any makeup. Instead he was just leaning against the table, looking contemplative.

"Mr. Landon?" Luis asked, "Is everything okay? They're going to start the shoot in five minutes. Do you want me to tell them to hold for a few more?"

"No..." said Jason, "It's all right.... I'm just..."

"What's the matter?" Luis asked, "Really, you can tell me."

"It's just..." Jason hesitated, "I don't know about this nude stuff. I told 'em that I'd do it, and I know they said it's gonna be real 'tasteful' or whatever. But I dunno."

"Mr. Landon," said Luis, earnestly, "I've been in this business for longer than you might think, and believe me -- you're not the first model to feel that way. But I can help you, if you let me."

"You can?" asked Jason, looking up, "How?"

Luis stepped up to the young model, placing a hand on each of his tanned, strong shoulders.

"Just go with it..." Luis said, stepping forward.

Then, with a deep breath, he plunged himself headfirst into the model's chest -- only instead of meeting the solid flesh, he went right through, merging and melting into Jason Landon's body. Jason gasped, his eyes wide with shock, but in hardly any time at all, Luis was already all the way inside.

He turned to the mirror, seeing Jason Landon's handsome, masculine face smiling back at him.

"I'll do the shoot for you," Luis said, knowing that Jason could still hear him on the inside, "And don't worry -- you'll still get the full paycheck, and I'll get out of you as soon as it's over."

Luis practiced a few poses in the mirror. Fortunately, he'd seen Jason on shoot multiple times, so he knew the right moves to make.

"Now," he said, brushing some light powder on his face and reaching for a razor to quickly shave his chest, "Let's get you out there in front of the cameras where you belong, Mr. Landon!"

Home Alone

For fuck's sake, I fuckin' deserve this cigar! I spend enough time in this goddamn place going around like some "gee-whiz" All-American kid, living with his goddamn church-going family, and every second of it being treated like some fuckin' precious pretty boy.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I swapped with this kid at just the right moment. Happened to spot him from the back of the police car as I was being brought in. How's that for luck? One minute he was crossin' the street, lookin' all cocky and smug, the next he was sittin' in the back of the cop car in cuffs! Damn, I bet he got a fuckin' shock when he looked in the mirror and saw my old mug in there, too! Let me tell ya, after a hard life and committing crime after crime after crime, you wouldn't look so great either -- especially if you knew you had a big ol' prison sentence ahead of ya.

Fuck, man! I hope he's enjoying that shit! No matter how much it fuckin' blows that I have to act like a fuckin' teenage pretty boy most of the time, I can tell ya it's a whole lot fuckin' better than spending time in the Pen! And anyways, every once in a while when this kid's family is gone and I'm left home alone, I'll get to sneak in a cigar and maybe a drink or two -- and let me tell ya, they've got nothin' but the good shit in this house! Fuck man, I'm gonna try to keep this gig goin' for as long as I fuckin' can!

Relaxation Exercises Part II

Guest Post by Smitch (slytojan@yahoo.com)

It’s true, this wasn’t the first time Derrick had possessed his father’s body but on this occasion he was in for a new experience. You see I was already using his father’s body – I’d been in this built body for over a week now and doing a fine impression of Derricks father it would seem, he had no idea.

I’d guessed what Derrick was going to try, and WTF I’d play along. Besides Derrick had a nice tight skaters body, only a couple of days earlier I’d done the fatherly thing and told him to get the thick black tussled mop of hair cut even though I really didn’t want him to; he looked great when he’d look up at me through that messed up fringe.

I laid on the floor as requested, and after a couple of minutes I put the body to sleep, and then I felt it; the tightness of Derrick sliding into his father’s body with me – I relaxed breathing slowly, I felt Derrick ease himself in laying on top of me inside his father’s body.

I gave over control and smiled as he got excited about being in his father, what happened next surprised me, he called his boyfriend Josh – damn I didn’t see that once coming!

Now I knew about Josh but I thought they were just good friends, but suddenly this had become a lot more interesting. Once Derrick had hung up the phone, I knew I want to be more than just a passenger.

Derrick suddenly felt he wasn’t alone in his father’s body; the being that he was laying on started to move. Derrick thrashed a little within the confines of his father’s body as I possessed his body, and then I had full access to Derrick’s memories.

I went upstairs and practiced Derricks persona and attributes, I’d have to learn fast if I was to fool Josh, and hey – WTF once I’ve pulled out of the loving father here and played around as Derrick for a couple of days I might try on Josh next.

Relaxation Exercises

"Hey, Dad... Can I try those relaxation exercises I learned in psychology class again?" asked Derrick, "Please?"

"All right, son," chuckled his father, David, "But you know they're not going to work. I don't know what that psychology teacher of yours is teaching you!"

"I know, I know," said Derrick, "Just give me one more try."

Derrick had his father sit down on the floor, propping himself up against the couch with a pillow.

"Ok," said Derrick, "We're going to start with some breathing exercises. Just breathe in... and breathe out... Now picture yourself somewhere calm and quiet, somewhere where it's just you and me. Go to that place, Dad. You want to go to The Special Place."

"The Special Place," mumbled David.

"That's it, Dad," said Derrick, remaining calm. He was getting a boner at the sight of his masculine, buff father laying there totally helpless and under his control.

He stood over him, looking down at his massive body and more than ready to dive inside of it. He turned around with a smile and began to lower himself onto his father, positioning himself the best that he could on top of his body despite the size difference.

Then, he began to press firmly down, sliding into his father's sleeping body inch by inch. He could still feel his father slowly breathing underneath him, his body so warm and relaxed.

"Thanks, Dad," said Derrick as he grunted and took the final plunge.

He pushed his whole self into his father's body and then stood up on his sturdy new legs, stretching out the hairy limbs that were now under his control. Then, he made his way to the phone in the kitchen and dialed the number of his boyfriend, Josh.

"Josh, it's me," he said with his father's voice, "Yeah, I was able to get into his body again. But you know how it works. I've only got a couple of hours before he wakes up, and then I've gotta have him back on the couch believing nothing ever happened."

"Oh, dude!" said Josh on the other end of the line, "I'll be right over!"

"I'll be in my dad's bedroom," said Derrick, stripping off his dad's shorts and underwear, "Just let yourself in and I'll be up there waiting for you!

Body Spray

"Yeah, guys, I'll be right there!" I said as the rest of the photoshoot crew headed out for lunch.

I stayed behind for a few moments, making sure everyone was gone. Then I went to my duffel bag and pulled out the bottle of Body Spray I had tucked away. I gave myself a few good sprays, carefully rubbing the liquid over my body. I'd noticed in the last couple of shots my skin was starting to look a little bit rubbery -- nothing that anybody had noticed, of course -- but I had to be careful. The suit was drying out quicker than normal underneath the lights and I had a full afternoon of modeling ahead of me. Rubbing the last bit in, I watched as the skin replenished itself, once again becoming youthful and smooth and tight.

"Perfect," I smiled, slipping on a tight v-neck shirt that only highlighted my gym-sculpted pecs, "'Dylan the Underwear Model' should be good to go for the rest of the day!"

It's Coach Jennings from Now On

"Wow, Coach," said Alan, stepping out from the shower room, "I have to hand it to ya. Whatever that stuff was, it really did the trick..."

"I'll say so..." said Coach Jennings, approaching the man in front of him, who was now his exact duplicate, "I hate to tell you this now, but I wasn't sure if it was really going to work. You look just like me..."

"Down to every detail," smiled Alan, running his big new hands through his gruff, graying beard.

"Well," said Coach Jennings, "Then I guess it's time for part two... Now, are you sure you want to go through with this, Alan?"

"Yes, I'm sure" said Alan, turning sideways to catch a glimpse of his massive, mature new frame in one of the locker room mirrors, "And it's Coach Jennings from now on. Got it? I've always admired you, Coach. I've always really envied your life. You've always been more than just a role model to me -- you've been the person that I wished I could be. And now I am you -- and that means you've got to become me."

"Oh, Alan!" said Coach Jennings, "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Ever since you first tried out for the team as a freshman, I knew you were something special. I would have killed to be in your position -- so young and so full of potential. And you've only grown since then, Alan. I am so excited to take over your life for you. I know I can achieve amazing things with your body, and I know that you'll be there with me every step of the way -- as my 'coach' now."

"Let's do this," said Alan, confidently.

Coach Jennings took the cup to his lips and slowly sipped down the cool, thick liquid. It produced a strange sensation as it went down his throat, the transformation starting instantly from the inside out. Years melted away from his body, his skin becoming young and smooth and tightly-pulled across his muscles. He was losing a bit of size in this, but he would have a whole lifetime ahead of him to bulk up and get ready for the college and professional teams he was destined to play on. Lastly, his beard receded, leaving him with a face only lightly dusted with teenage stubble, and the hair on the top of his head grew in full and thick and blonde. He ran a hand through it, grinning from ear to ear.

"It worked, Alan!" he beamed, "It worked!"

"Yes it, did," said Alan, "Only you're Alan now. And I'm Coach Jennings."

"Sure thing, Coach!" said the new Alan, bounding with energy he hadn't felt in years, "Oh, Alan! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

"You're welcome, Coach," smiled the new Coach Jennings, "Now, hit the showers and then meet me in my office. And then maybe after that I'll take ya out for some pizza for, uh, having such a great practice. How's that sound, kid?"

"Sounds great, Coach! But I can't stay out too late -- I've got homework to do tonight, and early practice tomorrow."

"That's right," said Alan, "My star player's gotta get his rest. But I do hope you find some time to have some fun tonight too."

"I don't think either one of us has to worry about that!" chuckled Coach Jennings as he took his young new body into the shower room, "I think we'll both find plenty of ways to have fun in our new bodies!"

Back to School

"Dale? Is that you?" asked Kurt, "Wow, man! The Agency told me you had chosen a high schooler's body, too, but they didn't tell me you'd chosen such a cute one!"

"Aw, stop it!" said Dale, "Yours is pretty nice, too."

"Thanks man," said Kurt, "I was gonna go with a big, jock-type, but I did that last year, ya know? Wanted to try something a little bit more low-key for a bit. Anyways, what school are you enrolled in?"

"I was gonna enroll at Carey again, but I decided to go with East," said Dale, "I think they have a better art and drama department, and I think that's kinda where I want to go with this body. You?"

"No way!" said Kurt, "I'm at East, too! That's crazy, man! So, looks like we're both headed back to school tomorrow then, huh?"

"Yep," said Dale, "That's awesome! I'll be sure to look for you in my art classes -- oh and maybe we can audition for the musical together!"

"Ah!" squealed Kurt, "This is exactly what I was hoping for! Totally sweet man! Can't wait to see you around school!"

A Sexy Surprise

"Well that's a surprise," I thought, laying back and smiling as I lightly ran my hands across my body, "Who woulda thought that Mr. Christian Manning, frat boy, captain of the football team, and overall top stud, was the type to shave his pits? I'm sure he says it's because the straps on his uniform pull at his pit hair or some shit, but whatever. I just think it's fuckin' sexy, and I don't think I'll mind maintaining it at all. Now, going to the gym every day to keep this body pumped up and looking fit as fuck, that's gonna take a little bit of effort. But now that I look like this, I don't think I'll feel quite so out of place -- I'll be just another jock lifting weights with all of his football buddies. Damn, I can't wait for that! But first, I think I ought to take a little bit more time getting to know my new body and see if there are any more sexy surprises in store..."

Got Some Things to Take Care Of

"Fuck, it's getting hot out here!" said Gio, stripping off his thin wifebeater, which had previously been plastered to his body like a second skin, "I better get this thing off, whaddya say, sport?"

"Stop it!" screamed Antonio, the apparent scrawny 8-year-old boy, "Just stop it! Put your goddamn clothes back on, or else --"

"Or else what?" said Gio, confidently feeling up his big, hairy pecs, wiping away the sweat, "Huh? And oh -- How many times do I have to tell you? You'd better start watching your language now, kid."

"I am not a kid!" Antonio protested, "Now I'm getting tired of this, Gio! I agreed to swap bodies with you for one day! One day! It's been a week now, and all you've done is just rub it in my face that you're the 'adult' now, and I'm 'just a kid!' Now you listen to me, young man, this ends now! We are going back home, and you are going to use that medallion your grandfather gave you to swap us back! Do you hear me?"

"Uh..." said Gio, suddenly distracted by a hot younger guy who was jogging by (god, he was enjoying his new adult sex drive!), "Yeah, sure, kid. I'll swap us back. Just as soon as I introduce myself to Mr. Jogger over here..."

Gio grabbed his big adult cock through his shorts, adjusting himself and licking his lips as he made his way over to the hot guy, who was now taking a rest on a nearby bench.

"Gio, come back!" Antonio pleaded, "Please!"

"Why don't you run along home, son?" said Gio, not even turning back as he kept focused on the guy on the bench, "And, uh, tell your 'mother' that I probably won't be making it back for a bit. Daddy's got some things he needs to take care of first..."

Roommates Remodeled

Yeah, I was a little worried when I moved in with these two gay guys, but I have to say everything has worked out pretty good. Of course -- when I first got here, things were a little different. Stu and Graham were two perfect little pretty gay boys -- bleach-blond hair, all into fashion and design and Britney Spears and hosting queer little dinner parties. The works, man, I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.

But now, a couple weeks in, I don't think they'd have a fuckin' clue about any of that stuff if they tried. Not only have I slowly transformed them into two big, straight-looking, Marine-type guys, I've made it so they act the part as well. Now it's pretty common for me to come home to see the two of them just sitting on the couch watching the game and chugging down some beers -- and I wouldn't have it any other way!