Part Time

Simon walked into the back of the club, “My brother can’t work tonight, he sent me to cover his shift” he said to the guy in the office.

“You’re a bit young, you are over 19yrs?" he guy asked, “Err yeah of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here” Simon muttered.

“Ok, get yourself downstairs and into your brothers uniform, he’s on the floor crew this week”.

Simon goes down to the basement eager to try on his brothers uniform, damn he had to pay his brother enough money to take his place tonight.

Simon turned the corner and saw a huge guy facing the wall motionless, he had the word “CREW” on his back. Simon walked over and prodded the guy, no response.

Simon remembered his brothers instructions and felt under the guys right armpit and pushed, there was a noise like escaping air and his broad back opened like huge doors, inside was hollow.

Simon stripped and put his clothes in his brother locker, Simon hoisted himself into the suit, lowering his leg, and pushing his arms into the sleeves. Simon ducked his head into the suit and up onto the head of the guy.

Just then he heard a rush of air and suddenly he was sealed in the suit and suddenly he felt at one with the suit. It felt and moved naturally and it looked amazing in the mirror.

Simon walked over and pulled on a polo shirt with the word “security” on the back, damn it was tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Just then the door opened and one of the dancers walked in…

“Curtis?” the guy said, you was about to tell him you was standing in for your brother Curtis but you just said “Yeah” with a smile.

HE closed and locked the door before walking over and kneeling before you – all you could say was “fuck!”

Wash day

“Gary!” I shouted, “your bodysuit is finished in the dryer! Look man, will you come down and get it out of there, I need to put my stuff in.. GARY!!”, there was no reply.

I sighed and pulled it out of the dryer - “Damn! that’s a suit of Jon, I wondered why his gym bag was in the hall”

I smiled as I pulled on the suit, Jon was a popular jock with the girls and I needed some action. I looked at my new reflection in the mirror and gave a cocky smile. I rummaged through the gym bag and pulled on so of his clothes before throwing the bag over my shoulder and left to do a bit of hunting.

Social Trap

I smiled at Danny, we’d been interviewing jocks and bodybuilders all morning. We’d been looking for a guy to play the part of a bouncer for an adult film – Phil was perfect.

Danny was one of our top actors, but for this part he just didn’t have the physique so he was helping me interview the guys.

We told Phil about the part, but he was less than happy to hear it was an adult film. Danny said “Not to worry” and got up and shook Phil’s hand. He pointed to Phil and I nodded with a smile.

Suddenly Phil wobbled on his feet and Danny quickly grabbed him and groaned trying to support his muscular frame, I rushed around and helped lower Phil to the floor.

I looked at Danny “Well, you’re our best actor, think you’ve seen enough of Phil to play him?”, “Yeah” came the reply - “although I’d like to have a couple of days practice” he said with a glint in his eye.

I stripped Phil of his clothes admiring his muscular build as Danny removed his clothes. I watched as Danny laid on top of Phil’s much larger body, looking up at me he gave me a knowing smile and wriggled into Phil’s body. Phil let out a groan and got to his feet, I watched as he flexed and touched his body as if discovering it for the first time; of course for Danny it was.

Phil pulled on his clothes and shook my hand, “See you in a couple of days”  I said, “Yeah – look forward to it…” and he left.

I walked over to the bathroom and stripped, I reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a replica of Danny, I was already hard as I pulled on the bodysuit, I turned and looked into the mirror as I pulled on Danny’s face adjusting his spiked hair.

Walking back to the other room I picked up Danny’s discarded clothes and got dressed. I looked in the mirror; I was perfect.

When your the director and Danny’s agent you have responsibility to maintain your clients social ranking.

All for love

“Yeah, you know I’ll do anything for you – but this is weird, I’m not even sure its possible”

I smiled knowing it was possible, I’d done it loads of times before but I wasn’t going to tell Owen that.

I stripped in front of him, he smiled leaning casually on the counter. I walked up behind him and reached around and felt his tight abs. I unbuttoned his shorts and they dropped to the floor. Kissing him on the back of the neck I whispered in his ear “Ready?”, “Yeah” he whispered.

I stepped into the legs of his shorts on the floor and pushed into Owen, I heard him groan as I pushed in deeper and became one with Owen.

I smiled in my new body, reaching down and pulling up my shorts and buttoning them up and adjusting the hang on my hips, inside my head I talked with Owen – both of us excited for the night ahead.

Sorry, Mom

 
“Jesus Christ, Aaron! Put on some clothes!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, “I just needed to get a clean pair of underwear.”

“Well, ok,” she said, slightly flustered, “Just – go take your shower, will you? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Sure thing, Mom!” I said, hesitating for just a second as I almost started heading for the wrong bedroom.

As soon as I was around the corner, I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck! Even she wasn’t able to tell that I wasn’t really Aaron. I mean, I figured I’d be able to pull it off around his friends and stuff at school, but here I was fooling his own mother – my ex-wife! If only she knew it was me here inside our son’s body – especially since that bitch kicked me out of the house last month. Hell, maybe she’d like it! She did seem to get all excited when she saw me in my little boxer briefs out there… Maybe I’ll give her a few more little “peeks” just to fuck with her a little bit. My son’s quite the stud, actually, and I don’t think it would be all that out-of-character to start showing a little bit more skin around the house. And Aaron’s always been a momma’s boy, so would she really think anything was off if I started finding more excuses to hang around the house and just show off a little bit?

“Wow, Mom, dinner was awesome!” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I stood in my son’s room, surrounded by all of his things, “Oh yeah, she’s gonna love hearing that!”

“Aaron?” she said from out in the hallway, “Did you say something, honey?”

“No, Mom,”’ I said, “Just about to hop in the shower!”

I smiled at my reflection, happy to be back in my own house even though I had to take over my own son’s body to do it. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed Aarons shower caddy, and headed across the hallway to the bathroom. And you can bet  like hell that I left the door cracked open just a little bit too much….

Four Pack

 
“One… two… three… four. Ok, so it’s not quite a six-pack, but at least this gives me something to work with. Considering that I was only given 45 minutes to find someone to swap with, I think I did pretty good for myself, actually. Oh yeah, I can totally make this work! It’s kind of a cute little body I’ve got for myself now! Sucks for the kid who ended up in my body, though. He may have only had a four pack before, but now he’s got a big ol’ beer gut to deal with!”

Happy Thanksgiving 2009!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you all have some hot bodies lined up to hit the malls in tomorrow and do some shopping ;)

I have to say that I'm truly thankful for all of your support for the Male Transformation Blog this year. I haven't been able to write much lately, but after the holiday I think I may have some time to sit down and write a few new ones. I've got some great pics that I’m dying to use, so keep checkin' back! -- E.

Let’s Go Over The Plays

“OK, Coach Daniels,” said Jeremy Givens, holding out the playbook as Coach Daniels looked on from inside of Jeremy’s hot teenage body, “Let’s go over the plays just one more time. If you get the ball, you’re gonna run it all the way down, and I want you to keep your eye on this guy here, and this guy over here –”

“Jesus, Jeremy,” said Coach Daniels, “Of course I know these plays! I’m the one who wrote ‘em, you know! Just because we swapped bodies doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to play football any more! Jesus! I might be even better than I was before now that I’ve got your body plus all of my skills and knowledge! So don’t worry about it, huh?”

“I know, Coach,” said Jeremy, slightly upset at seeing his own athletic body being paraded around without a shirt while he was stuck with the still in shape, but middle-aged body of his own Coach, “But it’s just that… In the last game, you were doing stuff that, I dunno, reminded me of stuff that I would actually do. Do you know what I mean? Like the way you were checking out Kelsey and the way you were real cool with all the guys. And lately, I’ve been feeling really weird, like I know all of this stuff about football and writing playbooks and stuff that I never even thought about before…”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Coach,” said Coach Daniels, giving his old body a firm slap on the shoulder, “I think we oughtta just get out there and play some ball, huh?”

“Yeah…” said Jeremy, “Um. Well. Go grab the rest of the guys from the locker room for me, huh? Tell ‘em I want ‘em all out here in ten, or it’s a 5am workout tomorrow.”

“You betchya, Coach!” said Coach Daniels with a wink, jogging off into the locker room.

“Damn it,” Jeremy sighed, “I’ve gotta find a way to get my body back!”

You Gotta Calm Down, Dude

“Dude, we’ve been in Dustin and Chris’ bodies all day, and we haven’t done anything but hang out in their dorm room and try on all of their clothes! I wanna get out and do something, dude! Look at us! We’re fucking hot now!”

“I’m workin’ on it, I’m workin’ on it,” said Michael, “For some reason, none of the girls in Chris’ cell phone are picking up. Oh wait, wait, wait – he’s got Michelle Morris’ number in here! Oh my god – it’s ringing. Shit! Maybe she can bring one of her hot little friends over too!”

“Ohhh yeah!” said Robbie, “Man, I can’t wait to use Dustin’s dick! When I jacked off in the bathroom earlier, I came like a fuckin’ lot, dude! It was so hot!”

“Shh!” said Michael, “Oh – hey! Michelle? Uh, it’s me. Um. Chris. You know, Chris Dahlinger. You know, the, um – Well, yeah, of course I know that you know who I am. I was just, um – I don’t know. Hey, do you maybe want to… come over and like, watch a movie or something? Play some video games? Um.. Yeah? Yeah, like, I dunno. Like any time tonight? Oh – and my friend Dustin is here too, do you think you know anybody else who would want to come over?”

“Yes!” said Robbie in the background, “Dude you’re doing awesome!!”

“Shut it, Robbie!” said Michael, “Oh – sorry, Michelle. No, I didn’t say ‘Robbie.’ It’s just me and Dustin here. I don’t know where you heard Robbie. Ha… Well, um. So, we’ll see you guys maybe in like an hour? Sweet – OK. Bye!”

“Yes!” said Robbie, looking at himself in the mirror, “Yes, yes, yes! That was awesome. God! We are such fucking studs now! After I’m done with Dustin’s body, I wanna try this with like every hot guy on campus!”

“Come on, man,” said Michael, “You gotta calm down, dude, or else Michelle and her friend are gonna think somethings… up. Trust me, I’ve done this lots of times before and it’s better if you try to act like the person a little bit more. You know how Dustin is always kinda dumb, and I dunno, just kinda slow and laid-back. Just try acting like that huh?”

“No way, man!” said Robbie, flexing his muscles and watching them pop through the tight material of the wrestling singlet, “I’ve got his body now and I’m gonna do whatever I want with it! Fuck yeah!”

“Oh, man,” thought Michael, “I should never have told Robbie that I have the ability to put myself in different bodies – and I definitely shouldn’t have used my powers to help him get inside of Dustin’s body. This is gonna be a disaster, I can just tell…”

Get In There Quick!

“Shaun?” said the cute hunk wrapped only in a towel, “It’s me, Danny! Look, man, you gotta get inside quick! They’re all knocked out cold and you can just slip right into whichever one you choose! Look at me man! I was able to get Luke Cozzens!”

“Danny!” said Shaun, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you guys text me earlier! Damn! Is there even anybody left?”

“Sorry, man,” said Danny, pumping up his new chest muscles, “You know we didn’t really know if it would work, and if we were going to get them all, but we totally did! So don’t worry, there’s still plenty of good ones left. Oh – and hey. Once you get a new body, do you want to, um, you know, meet back at my dorm room?”

“Danny…?” said Shaun, “Really?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I mean, I always kinda had a crush on you but I know you weren’t really into the way I looked. But it’s cool man. I’m Luke now, and I know that you’re into him!”

“I am not!” said Danny, “I could never be into such a dumb jock who only cares about himself and all of his fucking dumb frat boy friends –”

“Danny,” chuckled Shaun, “Come on, man. It’s cool. I know you were always checking him out, and this is totally your chance to get with him! I mean, it’s me inside of here! Now go get yourself a new body! I think I still saw Jason Trautman passed out in his bedroom – up the stairs and third door on the right. I think he’d be really hot with you in control of him…”

“Oh, whoa!” said Danny, “OK – I gotta get in there.”

“Yeah you do,” said Shaun, “And then, like I said, I’ll be waiting in my dorm room for you. OK? Damn, I can’t wait for ‘Jason’ to show up! You’re gonna look so fucking hot, man! We all are! This is awesome!”

I Can’t Stand It

 
God fucking damn it! I am so tired of seeing my dad walk around the house in my body, dressed in hardly anything, just so he can flaunt it in front of me. I can’t fucking stand it! God, he just loves being a teenager again, and yeah it’s not like I was a bodybuilder or anything, but he really gets turned on by my body, I can just fucking tell! And meanwhile, here I am stuck in his body – dying to tell him exactly how I feel, wishing like hell that I could find a way to swap back with him – and yet he’s fucking made it so that all I have to act like his father.

“You really ought to put some more clothes on, son,” I hear myself saying with a fatherly sternness.

“Yeah, whatever, Dad!” he says back to me with a smug little smirk, “Oh, and hey, by the way – how are you liking performing all of your husbandly duties with Mom, huh?”

I struggle to find an answer. Fuck! He’s made it so that I have to sleep with my own mother, how the fuck does he think I feel about that? Still, I feel myself looking over the tops of my glasses with a look of disappointment.

“Jonathan,” I say, “I’ve told you we don’t talk about those things. That’s between your mother and I.”

He cocks his head, oh so fucking pleased with himself because I answered just the way I was supposed to, even though those words weren’t my own. Then, I watch him go off into his room – no my room! – probably to jack off, and then maybe call up his girlfriend – no, my girlfriend! Oh my god! Please, will somebody help me? I can’t fucking stand this any more!

The Construction Site

Strolling by the construction site near my office one evening, I was shocked to see what at first to be one of the construction workers unconscious and slumped over one of the huge tires of a tractor. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I stepped off the sidewalk, through the wire fence, and cautiously towards the construction worker. As I looked down at him, I realized that I had noticed this same guy earlier when I was walking to work. I mean, how could you forget a guy like that? He was the ideal construction worker personified – big, beefy muscles, totally built for hard labor, and a rough, masculine face that made him look like he wasn’t gonna take no shit from nobody. It was odd, actually, because it seemed like all of the workers on this site were that way. All of the women in my office joked about how lucky I was to have a view of the construction from my office window. Of course, I never told them that I took every opportunity I could to watch those hot, sweaty guys lifting big, heavy things.

As I stood there, I noticed something strange. The man didn’t seem to be breathing. In fact, something seemed really off about him. He didn’t seem alive. I reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and quickly pulled back. His skin! It didn’t feel like skin! It felt strange and cold and…. rubbery. I reached out again, but as I put my hand on his shoulder this time, his whole body slid off the tire, collapsing on the ground in what looked like a heap of flesh.

“I knew it!” I said.

I had always suspected this company of picking up illegal workers, and then stuffing them inside these construction worker body suits, but how could you prove something like that? Well, for whatever reason, one of those workers had left his suit carelessly discarded on the construction site – and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by!

Acting quickly, I dragged the heavy suit behind the tractor, stripping out of my suit and tie as I did so. I stood naked with the suit in my hands as I searched for the seam in the back. Finding it at the base of the neck, I inserted my fingers and started to peel open a large slit in the suit’s back. The inside was completely hollow – perfect for stepping right inside! I hastily pulled it on, just like a pair of coveralls, feeling the seam seal itself back up as I pressed everything into place, roughly pushing the suit’s muscles to line up with my scrawny body underneath. I aligned the face over my own, loving the way my big, work-worn hands felt against my rough beard. With a few final adjustments, I looked down at myself and was greeted with a beefy, hairy chest, a furry set of six-pack abs, and some huge-ass arms! I even had a tattoo on one of my shoulders!

My heart was pounding as I peered around the corner. Could I really do this? Could I really just walk all the way back to my apartment looking like this? I looked at my button-up shirt, which I had discarded on the ground. I let out a deep grunt of a chuckle.

“No way that’s gonna fit me now,” I said in a deep, rumbling voice, “Ah, fuck it!”

I stepped out confidently from behind the tractor, taking a deep breath and feeling the masculinity of the suit rushing over me. Yeah, I was probably gonna turn a few heads, but fuck! I was just gonna have to get used to that now.

“Guess I won’t be comin’ into work tomorrow!” I said, looking up at my office building and feeling amused at the thought of showing up at the construction site tomorrow instead and spending the whole day just getting used to what these big new muscles could do.

“Heck,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I won’t be comin’ back to work ever! I’m built for hard labor now, man, not some pansy-ass office job!”