The Time the Place

Sally was in trouble; she had rented a huge muscular bodysuit to allow her to spy on her boyfriend whom she thought was playing around – she was spot on although it wasn’t other women, it was men.

I remember when “Sal” first approached me, I thought “what a perfectly built stud, thick heavy pecs peaking through an open shirt, a thick neck and a cute face.”

“I need your help” said Sal in a deep gravely voice, “I can make it worth your while, how about 50k?”. I was instantly interested and followed Sal to a secluded room. Sal explain that they needed to catch the boyfriend in the act and asked me to be the bait – I assumed “Sal” was a guy at this time, and was intrigued when Sal stripped out of his clothes and started to pick at the back of his neck. After a couple of moments “Sal’s” head pulled forward revealing Sally’s face, a young woman about 23yrs. Sally pulled at her back and the heavy muscular suit fell off her delicate frame. Still in a daze after what I’d just seen Sally said “you need to act fast he’s outside now”. I smiled, and stripped out of my own clothes, giving them to Sally to wear.

I walked over to the suit bunched up and lifeless on the floor. After a little in trepidation I stepped into the legs of the suit and pulled them up to my waist; the suit was heavy and awkward to handle – I fumbled with my dick sliding it into the suits sheath, and easing my own butt into the suits. I looked down at the huge bulk of the upper body wondering how Sally dealt with the weight only minutes earlier.

I grasped the suits shoulder and pulled it up as I pushed my arm into the suit sleeve. It was then I understood how Sally handled the weight; as my arm pushed into the sleeve the suit the muscles started to work as my own. With my new found strength I pulled the remainder of the heavy pec’s and sleeve into place. I looked at my hands and arms admiring my new bulky build as Sally pulled my lower back and wide lat’s together sealing me into the suit. I turned to see my former face on top of this huge body, and with a smile I pulled the studs face over my own – pushing and sliding it into place. Sally adjusted the mask at the back and I turned and looked in the mirror again only to see “Sal” looking back at me. I pulled a couple of poses and was amazed how the suit performed; I could even bounce my new pec’s.

Sally handed me the clothes and I pulled them on, adjusting the shirt to give the best display. What she did next surprised me; she handed me a wallet, inside was an ID, license etc with my new face on the cards, I looked in the mirror and gave a wry smile. She told me where to meet her in 24hrs with a progress report and half of the money – but I wasn’t listening. You see I never met her, I left the country as soon as I could that was 3yrs ago and now I’m still wearing the suit, writing this story for you…

Unfortunate Exchange

Steve was enjoying himself at the nightclub when there was a tap on his shoulder, he turned – “Ahh, you caught me!” said Steve; it was Jack his room mate. Without a word Jack grabbed Steve’s arm and pulled him over to the restrooms – they both went in and locked the door behind them.

“Who said you could use the suit?” questioned Jack. “Uh, I found it in your room and thought I’d try it out – chill dude” explained Steve, “Take it off now!” demanded Jack. Steve sighed and stripped out of his clothes, moments later he’d removed the studs face and was pulling the suit off his own skinny body. Meanwhile Jack was removing his own clothes and with a grunt had pulled the studs face over his own. Steve handed over the heavily built jock suit, and without pausing Jack pulled on the muscular suit, it was slick and damp inside from Steve’s sweat but it didn’t bother Jack. With the transformation complete Jack walked over to Steve, face to face Jack snarled “Don’t you ever touch any of my stuff again!” Jack reached down and picked up the clothes Steve had discarded – pulling them over the bodysuit; Jacks own clothes would be way too small now. Steve sighed as he pulled on Jacks clothes and left.

Jack checked his reflection in the mirror and smiled, and returned to the nightclub. Suddenly he heard a deep voice behind him “Hey Jack I thought you’d run away”, Jack spun around to see a huge bodybuilder – he even made Jack look small! He pulled Jack up and gave him a long kiss on the lips, Jack’s eyes bulged with shock. “I’ve got a room – get your ass moving jock-boy” and with that the bodybuilder grabbed Jacks arm and led him out of the nightclub – as they left Jack spotted Steve laughing at Jacks predicament…

Stolen!

“Hey Jack! It’s Friday. It’s my turn to wear the Dan-suit!” said Brian as he watched the jock start to leave with that all too familiar cheeky grin on his face… “Oh, dude… I’m meeting Suzie tonight”. “Oh OK, just this once” replied Brian. “Dan” left quickly smiling again as he rushed out of the door.

Only a couple of minutes passed and then to the shock of Brian, Jack stumbled out from the bedroom “fuck, what the hell are you doing here – I just watched you leave in the Dan-suit” yelled Brian. “Man, I was all ready to leave and I got jumped! I felt a jab in my neck and then I felt so weak – all I could do was watch as this guy stripped me out of my clothes, then he pulled off the Dan-suit mask I was wearing. I was able to turn my head and I saw his skinny body facing the wall, he was already pulling the mask over this own face and then he turned and gave me an evil smile; it was creepy seeing Dan’s face on his skinny body.” Jack stumbled over to the chair and sat down – still groggy from the drug.

“Then the guy came over and started to strip me out of the rest of the Dan-suit, I must of blacked out ‘cos when I opened my eyes again he was pushing his arms down the neck and into sleeves – I remember him grunting a little in Dan’s voice as he pulled the shoulders into place and smoothed down the neck. I could only watch as he flexed his new muscles in mirror. He walked over rubbing the suits tight abs and looked at me on the floor, he smiled at me with Dan’s smile and pulled on my clothes, I knew then it would be the last time I would see the Dan-suit as he picked up the suits ID papers and left” explained Jack.

Brian rushed out the door – but the new “Dan” was nowhere to be seen…

Taken way

Brandon was a hot stud that led a double life. By day he was a respected lawyer, but by night he frequented the seediest of nightclubs frequently leaving with someone for a quick fling; this was going to be Brandon’s undoing.

It was Friday night that I put my plan into action. I knew Brandon’s favourite haunts and it wasn’t long before I found him. He was wearing a green A&F polo that hugged his body, my mouth started watering as I contemplated the night ahead.

I hooked up with Brandon, I knew how to press his buttons – he loved himself so I played him; praising his body, his handsome face. He loved the attention and soon we were heading back to his hotel room, although it was still early.

We went up to his room and had some drinks, he said he had to get ready to go out to “The Meridian” it was a ritzy club and he needed to get suited. While he was in the bedroom changing I slipped a sedative into the last of his drink; just to loosen him up rather than knock him out, plus it would also help with the swap.

Brandon returned in a nice black suit, white shirt and tie he looked perfect.

I toasted his good looks once again massaging his ego, he finished his drink and I knew he was mine. It wasn’t long before I could see in his eyes that the sedative was starting to work… with a slurred voice he said “your hot, as anyone told you?”, I knew the drug was working.

I took him back to the bedroom, he was in no position to fight me. I took off his jacket and put it over the back of the chair – pushing him onto the bed.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the special mask that would allow the two of us to swap bodies. It was based on an Aztec design that allowed Kings to live on inside the bodies of others. I had copied the design and the magical inscriptions that enabled the swap and built a rubber equivalent.

The mask was actually two separate heads attached only at the mouths, there were eye and nose holes so you could see and breath, but they weren’t necessary.

I loosened Brandon’s tie and collar; then stretched the mask over his head lining up the eyes and nose, smoothing down the edges around his neck. I could see in his eyes he was confused, but he was weak and couldn’t struggle.

I loosened my own collar, and laid on top Brandon – this was the tricky bit. I pulled the mask over my own head forcing the two of us close. I looked directly into Brandon’s eyes grabbed his muscular body and rolled over so he was on top of me. I could feel Brandon’s warm breath as we started to breath the same air; backwards and forwards between the two bodies. I was ready!

I started to chant the ancient Aztec mantra, and the symbols on the masks started to glow, loosening my soul from my body – it was time to fight. My soul detached I entered Brandon’s body through his mouth. His whole body shook and convulsed violently but the masks held Brandon in place as we both fought for the body. I was stronger, and pushed Brandon out of his body, through his mouth and into my old body. I felt by old body twitch as Brandon’s soul slipped into place.

I opened my eyes and looked into the tired eyes of my old body. I removed the mask off my new head leaving the remainder still covering my old body. I walked over to the bath room, and smiled at my reflection taking a picture with “my” new phone. I could already feel Brandon’s memories, knowing that I didn’t have much time – I was expected at the party.

I straightened my shirt and tie, pulling on my jacked. I fixed my hair in the mirror and remembered how Brandon loved himself, and took another picture.

I walked over to my old body grasped the mask again and chanted another mantra, the symbols glowed again. I knew my new life would be safe, the second mantra would change his memories making him believe that he was me… perfect. I removed the mask folding it carefully and put into my jacket pocket. I reached into the back pocket of the jeans on my former body and retrieved the sedative – who knows I might want a change again.

I picked up “my” keys and left…

Quick Change

I witnessed something strange at the gym today; I had been training on the bench just across from this hot jock I like to watch – he’s always down there thick heavy built body with ginger/brown spiked hair – and a damn cute face. I’ve seen him a couple of times in the locker room getting ready to train. He usually arrives in a sharp suit – probably Italian, carefully putting it in his locker before going into the gym. He must be a regular as he has the name “Jake” printed on the locker.

Today I had to cut my training short and left Jake in the gym. I had my shower and was just making my way to the lockers when I spotted this dark haired guy checking the lockers – I ducked around the corner to keep out of sight. I watched as he came across Jakes locker and forced the door open. He checked inside feeling the quality of the suit, and within moment he was stripping out of his clothes, discarding his shorts, hoody and vest in a pile on the ground. I could see him better now, he was quite muscular (more than me!), dark wavy hair. Although well built this guy certainly didn’t have the bulk that Jake possessed, and he was defiantly taller than both of us.

What happened next really surprised me; he pulled out Jakes boxers and pulled them on, quickly followed by his socks. He then reached inside the locker and pulled out the suit pants – he began to pull them on, and this is the strange part you could see his legs transform – bulking up, and losing their length. The guy reached in the locker again and pulled out Jakes shirt – he pulled it on, and this time the transformation was more obvious. As he pulled the shirt sleeves over his arms, the fabric stretched as Jakes thick muscular arms appeared. Pulling the shirt over his back had similar results the guys back transformed into Jakes huge broad back and shoulders. The guy turned to my direction, and I watched Jakes heavy pec’s and abs appear as he buttoned up Jakes shirt.

He spotted me, and brought Jakes finger up to his lips as if to hush me – as he did his dark hair changed into Jakes short spiked style, and his face morphed into Jakes. He turned away again and fixed his tie. The new Jake took the jacket out of the locker and pulled it over Jakes stolen body. He turned to look at me and gave me a wink. Collecting the remainder of Jakes personal items he closed the locker and left in Jakes body.

Confused I looked through the window in the door, and spotted the real Jake still exercising in the gym. I walked over to Jakes locker in my towel – and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor. I dropped my towel, and without thinking started to dress in the guys clothes – I pulled on his shorts as I did I felt my legs become more defined and longer! I pulled on his blue vest over my head as I did I felt my face morph and gain definition – his dark hair fell over my eyes. I pull the vest over my shoulders, and pushed my arms into the sleeves – as I did my whole body completed it’s transformation into the guy. I checked out my new muscular body in the mirror as I pulled on the hoody and slipped on the guy’s sandals. I checked the pockets of the shorts and found some ID – apparently my name was Marco. I pulled the hood up over my head grabbed my gym bag and left for home enjoying the weight of my new muscular body checking out my handsome reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t wait to get home and try out Marco’s body.

Maybe these clothes where some type of key allowing the wearer to transform into other people? Something I had to try… the end???

Barhopping

"Cody?" I asked, approaching my best friend as he sat at the bar, "Where the fuck have you been, man? I've been lookin' all over for ya! And are you -- smoking?"

He just turned around and looked at me. There was something weird in his eyes.

"And you are...?" he asked me flatly, and taking a big puff of the cigarette. I had never seen him smoke a day in his life, and yet there he was smoking like a pro.

"Cody..." I said, my stomach sinking, "It's me, Jimmy. You ok, dude? You look..."

"I look fine," he said in the same strange tone of voice, "Jimmy."

"Codes, I think we need to get you home, dude. Whatever you're on, it's not good."

"Look, dude," he said, standing up from the barstool, "I'm just gonna be flat-out with you. I ain't Cody. Got it? I just ran into this kid in the bathroom, noticed he was tuckin' a pretty big wad of cash in his back pocket, and thought I might use his body to get fucked up tonight. And hell, it ain't a bad body, either. Pretty good-lookin'. Who knows, maybe I'll even get lucky in it."

I stood speechless as Cody felt up his tight pecs through his shirt.

"Hey, bartender!" he shouted, "Gimme another one of these. Yeah, make it the good shit. I can afford it."

He turned to me and gave me a wink.

"So, uh, Jimmy, was it?" he asked, taking his place back on the barstool, "Why don't you just head home, huh? I promise you'll have your friend here back in the morning. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of him."

He flexed a bicep and patted it with a smug look on his face.

"Cody... please?" I asked as I watched him slam back another top-shelf drink.

"I mean it, kid," he said, crudely wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Get outta here -- unless you'd rather have me take over your body for the night instead? Yeah... didn't think so."

I backed off and left the bar completely upset and totally confused. Whatever it was, I knew that wasn't my friend in there. It was somebody wearing my friend's body, as crazy as that might sound, and my only hope was that he would be back to normal by tomorrow.

Last Chance

Danny looked at the unconscious Eric on the bed; long time friend of Peter, we were all at the house it was Peter’s stag party tonight.

I looked out of the window, I could see Peter in his green polo walking around and chatting to the others. I smiled, I knew Eric and Peter were close and I wanted to find out just how well they knew each other – I figured I could get Peter into bed by the end of the night.

I reached in the bag and pulled out the cylindrical device my father had developed for the military. I lifted Eric’s hand and pushed one of his finger’s into the hole at one end and pressed the button on the side. There was a short snapping sound as his DNA was sampled. The light on the side turned from red to green, a couple more minutes and the light turned to blue.

I smiled and pushed the end of the device against my neck and pressed the button again – I let out a muffled groan as the device  injected Eric’s modified DNA into my body.

I groaned again as I slowly morphed into Eric, feeling my clothes begin to get tight I started to strip.  I spotted my skinny teenage body in the mirror slowly change into Eric’s; thick heavy built torso. Marvelling at my new muscular arms I reached up and rubbed my head as Eric’s thick black hair came through.

I looked at my new face; the changes were complete. I walked over to Eric, and started to strip him of his clothes; socks trainers, jeans, underwear. Pulling them on I felt more and more like Eric, rolling him over I pulled off his shirt and pulled it across my transformed back. I looked in the mirror again as I buttoned up the shirt and tucked it in my pants.

I smiled with Eric’s face and checked my reflection slowly rubbing the tenting in my pants.

I walked over to the bed and threw a blanket over the unconscious Eric, grabbing Eric’s overnight bag I went downstairs and into the garden.

I found Peter and gave him a hug, we talked for a good 20 minutes, and I realised my impersonation of Eric was perfect. I pulled him in close and whispered in his ear that I was really looking forward to the stag party, and then I gulped as I felt him rub my tented pants, “yeah me too” he replied.

“Damn! I knew it” I thought to myself.

Let's Go, White Boy

"Hey, brotha. How you doin', man?" I heard a voice say as I stepped out on the porch for some fresh air.

I turned around and nearly bumped right into a handsome, muscular black guy. Damn! It was Darryl Williams. He was a real thug kind of a guy. I had him in a few of my classes and I always thought he was incredibly sexy. But now that he was standing right in front of me -- with his shirt off and his tattoos proudly displayed across his smooth, dark skin -- I didn't quite know what to say.

"Uh... I'm so sorry. I was just -- getting some fresh air," I stammered out.

"What, are you afraid of me or somethin'?" he chuckled, "Anyways, I'm glad I caught you out here by yourself. You know, I seen you checkin' me out tonight."

"Oh shit!" I said, stuttering, "I'm so sorry, dude. I didn't mean to -- it's just --"

"Naw, man," he said, cooly, "See, it ain't like that."

He placed a hand on his tightly-buzzed scalp and started to push backwards. To my surprise, his face started to stretch out like a rubber mask, the eye sockets becoming hollow and the mouth gaping open as somebody else's head poked through it. In a matter of seconds, I realized who it was. It was one of the guys who lived on my floor -- Scott Kowalksi!

With a big grin, he pulled a pair of thick-rimmed glasses out of Darryl's loose basketball shorts and put them on.

"Scott!?" I said in disbelief.

"Yep!" he smiled, "You like?"

He looked down at the muscular, dark-skinned body he was wearing, which contrasted greatly with his own thin face and pale skin. The Darryl facemask looked funny bunched up all around Scott's scrawny neck.

"What the hell?" I asked, "You looked just like him!"

"Uh yeah," he said in a nasally voice that was nowhere near as sexy as Darryl's, "That's kinda the point. Duh!"

"So..." I said, approching him, "Can I, like, feel it?"

"Yeah!" he said, tensing up the muscles so that they all popped out, "Go ahead dude! Oh -- wait, wait, wait!"

He pulled at the corners of the facemask again, this time bringing it back over his own face as he smoothed it out.

"I mean, go ahead, dawg."

"Damn!" I said, feeling up his tattooed biceps, "That is so freakin' hot!"

"Yeah," he said, "Well I knew you'd been checkin' him out, so I figured you might like this..."

"Scott!' I said, smiling, "It's awesome! So, what do you think people would think if we, like, went back into the party together?"

"I dunno," said Scott, "Do you wanna find out?"

"Yeah!" I said, "But, uh, let's not stay for too much longer. I'd kinda like to get back to the dorms, if you know what I mean."

"Aw yeah!" said Scott, taking on Darryl's sexy swagger as we both headed back inside, "Now let's go, white boy!"

Rental

Chris and I were walking through the festival – yeah skinny guys in love and looking for fun.

It was a bit surprising when we came across these two guys holding a “Body for RENT” sign. A couple of escorts we guessed but they looked great, I bit my lip looking at the guy on the left.

We spoke with the guys, and they said could rent them for the weekend for $1,000 – I smiled and accepted the offer; after all it was our anniversary.

We followed the guys to their beach hut and we all went inside. Immediately the guys both stripped; DAMN! the guy was built.

“Come on guys, get stripped time is money”, we looked at them; “first time?” he said – we nodded

“Look guys, its exactly what it says on the sign – our bodies are for rent, you get to use our bodies for the rental period”

I smiled and stripped as Chris watched. Kevin turned his back to me and braced himself against the wall, “just come up behind me and push in – its simple. When you’re in me, we’ll be able to talk to each other.”

I pushed in, and suddenly became aware of my new increased size; I had become Kevin. I flexed in front of Chris as Kevin in my head told me how to flex his muscles.

It didn’t take long before Chris was pushing into the other guy. We took an hour or so to get used to our new bodies before pulling on the guys clothes and went back to the festival.

… there’s an app for that

Craig waved Ryan his son off at the door, he’d be gone all weekend – the house was his own, and DAMN! he had plans.

Craig picked up his iPhone and flipped through the pictures and smiled; this new APP he’d downloaded looked awesome.

Without wasting a moment, he went up to his son’s room and started to strip out of his clothes. Looking around it was a typical teenagers room, messy.

Craig smiled as he picked through the discarded clothes, some had been laying around for a couple of days!

Craig picked up some underwear, socks, jeans and a nice checked shirt – walking into Ryan’s bathroom he looked at his reflection; yeah he was about the same height as Ryan but time hadn’t been kind, some grey in his hair and that gut – he sighed.

Craig pulled on his son’s underwear, socks and then his jeans – they were tight, there was no way he could button them up. He pulled on the shirt and managed to get all the buttons done up. Craig could smell his son on the shirt, and he smiled to himself.

Craig picked up the phone and flipped to the APP. Selecting a picture of his son he pointed it at the mirror and pressed apply. He let out a groan, and watched as his features softened, a warmth flooded through his body as his old chubby self morphed into an exact replica of Ryan. With his new slim body he was able to button up Ryan’s jeans – without a thought, Craig flashed a familiar smile – it was Ryan's.

Happy with the effect Craig flipped through his growing collection of pictures, changing and morphing into a number of Ryan’s friends…

… he paused for a while looking at the reflection of Danny, he’d spent a good couple of nights as Danny going out with Ryan but this time Craig was was going out with Danny looking like Ryan.

He flipped through the pictures again and changed back into Ryan, pulled on some of his trainers and left for the party.

It was going to be a great night!

Becoming Enrique

"Whoa! All I've stolen from the dryer so far is Enrique's underwear, and I'm already starting to look like him! I've definitely got a little bit more muscle -- look at that! I've even got some abs now! And my skin is getting all tan, and I've got some of his thick stubble on my chin. And oh yeah -- how could I forget that cute little butt? And how about this huge fuckin' bulge, man?! Yeah, that's definitely all Enrique right there! Damn, I can't wait to get the rest of his clothes out and start putting 'em on. This is only the beginning -- I'm gonna be a full-on latino stud by the time it's all over, and just in time to hit the clubs tonight!"

The Photographer and the Football Player

Everybody watched in horror as the football player barreled towards the photographer kneeling on the sidelines. The crowd roared, the cheerleaders scrambled, and the referees crowded around as the 6’4” linebacker crashed into the photographer with a crunch as the telephoto lens smashed was into pieces, and a sickening, solid slap as flesh met flesh. The two tumbled over each other, nearly crashing into the wall at the edge of the field before something very strange happened.

The crowd tried to make out what was happening as the football player and the photographer seemed to be melting into each other! They were becoming a tangled mess of two people becoming merged into one. The referees tried helplessly to pry the two men apart, and even some of the other players joined in to lend their strength. It stopped when it appeared that the photographer had been completely absorbed by the football player. The crowd fell to a hush as they watched the football player laying on the field, his chest shallowly moving up and down.

Then, his eyes opened suddenly. He jumped up and shook his head, stumbling around and looking completely disoriented. The referees and his fellow teammates attempted to steady him, urging him to lay back down.

“Holy shit…” he appeared to say, “Well I’ll be damned… It worked…”

As his teammates looked at him with confusion, the photographer felt reality shifting right in front of his eyes. The looks of confusion were wiped from the football player’s faces, replaced simply with concern over what had been a particularly bad stumble off the field. The cheerleaders launched back into a cheer as if nothing had happened, and the band riled the crowd up as the referees escorted their favorite player back onto the field.

“All those years of watching from the sidelines, snapping photos,” the photographer thought to himself, waving to the crowd and smiling with his wide, handsome new smile – the same one that was on countless sports magazine covers and product endorsements, “And now I’m one of the star players in the NFL! Now let’s just hope this spell worked the way it was supposed to, and I’ve got all of his skill to go along with his body.”

Somehow, though, as he caught a glimpse of his new face on the big-screen, he didn’t think he’d have anything to worry about.