Son’s Life

There was a knock at the door, I opened it and say Alex my sons boyfriend standing there. A fit strong guy with muscles desperately trying to escape the confines of the mesh shirt he was wearing.

 

“Hi Mr. Richards, is Kurt around I was meant to meet him – we were going out for the rest of the day.” He looked me up and down and bit his lip – I tried to act cool.

“I don’t think he’s up yet, he came in late last night…”

“Yeah, sorry about that I kept him out late again” replied Alex

“I’ll go and get him, you can wait in the kitchen if you like…” Alex walked in and headed for the Kitchen.

I wandered off to Kurt’s bedroom and tapped on the door - “Kurt, are you awake?” I waited for a while and then went in, closing the door behind me.

The room was bright, I saw Kurt on the bed laying quietly; his eyes were open but he was starting into space. I walked over and rubbed his head, stroking his cheek – he didn’t move.

   

Quickly taking off my clothes I stuffed them under the bed, suddenly I heard Alex knocking on the door… “Kurt, Kurt.. are you there?”

I knew I had to be quick, sitting on the bed I lifted Kurt onto my lap. Holding his shoulders I looked at the short black curly hair on the back of Kurt’s head, Alex tapped on the door again.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my head into the back of his, I suddenly felt a rush as all of my son’s memories became available.

Blinking a couple of times my new eyes became used to the light, I tried to speak, but only a gargle rasp came out. I push in a little further and my neck and throat passed into Kurt’s, I felt a tingle as my larynx took control of my sons.

“Yeah Alex, get me a beer – I see you in the kitchen in 5”, “OK man, but be quick..” came the reply from outside.

Gently I pulled my head out of Kurt’s, his eyes rolled up and he gasped a bit. Still unconscious his head flopped back onto my shoulder.

Stripping him of his vest and underwear I lifted his smaller frame and walked him over to the wall. He was almost a foot shorter than me, but I always enjoyed the rush of forcing my larger frame inside Kurt’s.

I pushed, twisted, squeezed myself in – becoming in every way my son. Kurt’s eyes rolled forward and I blinked a couple of times.

Stretching and flexing I once again familiarised myself with Kurt’s body. Quickly I pulled on the black vest and underwear, searching through his clothes I pulled on a shirt and some shorts.

Looking in the mirror, I quickly fixed Kurt’s hair and flashed a cute sideways smile at myself.

Leaving the room, I went to the kitchen to find Alex…

Kane

“You did a great job tonight, Kane,” I said to my reflection, “They loved ya, just like always.”

I struck a pose in the mirror that showed off my abs and my tattoos. I gave myself a sultry, masculine look, brushed my wavy blond hair out of my face, and snapped one more pic for the night.

Putting the phone down, I looked at the pile of dollar bills that I had dumped out on the dresser when I got home. It really had been a good night. The music was right, the guys were loving my moves. Or, Kane’s moves, I guess. I could never tell if the suit itself somehow made me a better dancer, or whether it was the fact that I felt so confident and uninhibited while I was wearing it.

Sighing, I reached behind my head and felt for the seam. I started tearing the facemask away from my own face, and then carefully rolled the rest of the heavy suit down my body. I was drenched inside, as always. I took a quick look at my real reflection. Nothing spectacular. Just your average guy. I wished, like I did every night, that I could just stay Kane all the time. Maybe one day I would figure out how to do it.

I picked the suit up off of the ground and shook it out. I’d need to wash it out tomorrow, but for tonight it would be fine to just hang it and let it air out a bit.

“See ya tomorrow night,” I said to the Kane suit as I hung it up in my closet and closed the door, “And you know I can’t wait!”

Total Bear

 
“Well, well, well,” said Bruce, lifting up Charlie’s shirt, “Looks like our little twink here isn’t such a little twink any more. Look at all that fur, man. You must be just about done, huh?”

“I’ve got two more pills to take,” Charlie said proudly as he took a big chug of beer, “Hopin’ they give me a little bit more fur, and some more muscle would be nice.”

“More fur and muscle, huh?” chuckled Bruce, “You really are startin’ to sound like a bear now. Just think, man, you used to be one of them girly guys with a smooth little skinny spray-tanned chest. Now you’re lookin’ like a total bear! Nice chest, shaved head, nice, thick goatee, showin’ up at the bar in jeans and a t-shirt…”

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “It’s pretty damn nice not having to waste money on hair products and body lotions and all that name-brand trendy Abercrombie shit now. And the goatee just kind of grew in by itself. I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Kinda completes the look, I think.”

“Well I think by the time you finish them other two pills, you’re gonna be one hell of a specimen,” said Bruce, “And I can already tell you’re happy with how things are turning out so far. You’re gonna have all kinds of guys all over ya – bears and twinks alike. ‘Course, we know you’ll be stickin’ with the bears from here on out, right?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Charlie grunted, lifting his glass, “Bears from here on out. Now that’s somethin’ I’ll drink to!”

London Pickup

Damn, I’m so glad I found Jas. When I’m on holiday I always try to take a local guy, it saves getting a hotel and stuff.

I’d been following him for a while, he was the best I’d seen all day and it was getting late so I had to make my move soon.

He darted down a back street, I checked around – quiet and few windows above us. I ran up and launched myself at him, with a single blow he was laying on the floor unconscious. I rolled him onto his back and checked for any damage.

Looking around I saw a dumpster, grabbing his wrists I pulled the heavyweight behind the dumpster and out of sight.

Pulling off the t-shirt and jeans, I stripped him to the skin, and then removed my own clothes dropping them into the waste.

Rolling him onto his front I smiled again at his bulk, thick and heavy – but natural. I squatted down and spread his cheeks before slipping myself into him. I laid on his back aligning myself on his back. Working my hips I push in deeper, finally I felt his firm muscular body give way beneath me; I was inside!

I smelt the odour of a dirty street and rolled onto my back and used my new hands to explore my new body; shaved head, heavy pecs, six pack and thick dick. I quickly got up and pulled on my new jeans and trainers.

Memories were coming though, my name as Jas, a Sikh in London!

I stretched, rolling my shoulders and expanding my lats and then pushing my shoulders back i took a deep breath feeling my chest double in size. Flexing my arms, I tested the power of my new arms – amazing!

I slipped on the tight t-shirt and adopted Jas’s confident stride as I left the back street. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped into Jas’s persona completely, bending and using his natural confidence for my own purposes.

By the end of the night I’d got five numbers and fucked two girls and a guy.

Take for a change

 

I dried my face looking at my reflection, its not often I get the chance now days. Smiling I checked out my pecs and impressive torso “Still haven’t lost it..” i commented to myself.

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at Ryan sitting in the chair. I loved everything about him, perfect body, angelic face that girls (and guys) always fell for.

I walked over and looked into the smiling face of Ryan, sitting on his lap, i touched and felt his abs. My hands traced his ripples up to his pecs, I squeezed the firm warm flesh.

Looking into his eyes I smiled as I rested my hands on his thick shoulders and leaned forward into a kiss. Our lips touched moist; I kissed and his lips parted as my tongue slipped into his mouth and tentatively explored his mouth.

I leaned back smiled, “you know Ryan – you are perfect in so many ways and you’re all mine.” I stood up and sat back on Ryan’s lap, leaning back I touched Ryan’s cheek, “ready babe?”

Taking a deep breath, I started to wriggle and gyrate on Ryan’s lap “you enjoying that?” I leaned back feeling his pecs on my back.

Groaning in pleasure I push back, feeling Ryan’s warmth wrap around me – I sunk down deeper and coughed this time with Ryan’s voice.

Getting out of the chair I stretched and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom “Damn! Ryan I love you…”

Looking good…

I’m really impressed with these new suits Adam, its amazing what they can do now.

I remember only a couple of years ago you either had to get yourself a suit bigger than your real size or diet like hell to fit inside a slim-skin.

With these new suits it doesn’t really matter what size you are just pull open the mouth and climb in! Sure the suit will be huge as you were a couple of hours ago but as you can see from these measurements you’re back to Kane's natural size.

Now get Kane’s clothes on and get out there, I smacked Adam’s new butt as he turned to get dressed.

Don’t worry about the real Kane, I’ll make sure he’s kept busy.

Can I Buy You a Drink?

“Can I buy you a drink?” asked this ridiculously hunky guy as I stood at the hotel bar waiting for my friend. His arms and pecs bulged out of his tight v-neck and he flashed me a sexy, confident smile. God, I hoped I wasn’t blushing.

“Um –” I stammered out, “I was, um, just waiting for my friend – he’s supposed to meet me down here.”

“Oh, ok,” he said coolly, turning his back to me.

“Um, wait –” I said, hesitating, “I’m David… I guess I could grab just one drink while I’m waiting.”

“Oh, I’ve got something you could grab!” he said with a wink and that irresistible smile.

I nearly melted as he extended his hand and gave me a firm, lingering handshake. I was sure I was sweating buckets.

“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked, “Wait – let me guess, gin and tonic?”

“Yeah…” I said, “How did you know?”

“Because that’s what you order every time we go out for drinks,” he said with a grin.

“What –?” I said, “I’m sorry… I feel really stupid, have we met before?”

“Um, yeah, you could say that!” he chuckled, “Dave! It’s me, man! CJ! I’m inside of here!”

“Oh… ok,” I said, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid, “I get it. CJ put you up to this whole thing. Yeah, I didn’t figure a guy like you would just come up to me and offer to buy me a drink like that.”

“No, man!” he said, “That’s not it. You don’t get it. I am CJ! Come on, I’ll prove it to you!”

“OK…” I said, nervously, “Look, man, I think I should go. I don’t really know what’s going on here.”

“Just come with me,” he said with a sincere smile as he took my hand, “Just up to my room.”

Despite all better judgment telling me not to go up to some random guy’s hotel room, I felt like I somehow trusted this guy. I followed him through the lobby, up the elevator and into his room, not saying a word the entire time. I wondered what people thought, seeing a completely average guy like me headed back up to this stud’s room.

When we got there, he could hardly contain himself.

“OK,” he said, “Don’t freak out! Actually, maybe you should sit down for this.”

I took a seat at the edge of his bed, my heart racing. He stood in front of me and unexpectedly pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfectly-sculpted torso, filled in with thick muscle. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide down his muscular legs – followed by the tight pair of boxer briefs that he had been wearing. He was now completely naked, standing in front of me with his 8.5 inch dick practically in my face. What was I getting myself into?

“It’s cool, huh?” he smiled, gesturing at the stiffening monster between his legs. He grabbed it and let it slap up against his abs, “OK, now really. You have to promise not to freak out.”

As he said that, he placed a finger into each side of his mouth and began stretching. As his mouth stretched far beyond the normal limits, he was able to use his entire hand to start peeling his face up and over his head. I couldn’t explain what I was seeing, but with a moan and a gasp for air, my best friend CJ’s face was revealed underneath. He was sweaty, his hair matted down to his head.

“CJ…?” I said, stunned, “What –?”

He just grinned but I could not get over the fact that I was seeing my best friend’s head on top of this hunk’s body. The hunk’s face was now wrapped around CJ’s neck, just waiting to be pulled back up to complete the illusion.

“I told you it was me inside of here,” he said, after giving me a few moments to take it all in, “Yeah, trust me, I thought it was pretty freaky too. It looks completely real, huh?”

“Yeah…” I said, not really sure what else to say, “Wow.”

“You’re too funny, dude!” CJ said, “You should see the look on your face!”

“I don’t know what to say!” I said, honestly.

“Say you’ll put on the other costume I brought with me,” CJ said with a smile.

“The other costume?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said, “You don’t think I’d get myself an awesome costume that makes me look like a total stud, and not get one for my best friend too, do you?!”

“No way…” I said as he unzipped a suitcase and dragged out a second costume. A blond guy from what I could tell, with tan skin. CJ knew that I had a thing for blond, surfer-looking kind of guys.

“You wanna put it on?” he said, holding it in front of me, “It’s easy, I’ll help!”

I got undressed and CJ helped me into the costume, stretching it out and pulling it up my legs and torso, making sure everything was perfectly in place. It felt like a second skin going on, just slick enough on the inside to allow it to slide up my body.

“Wow…” CJ said, “I actually haven’t seen anybody in it yet. I wanted to try it on so bad, but I wanted you to be the first one to wear it. You ready for the face now?”

“OK,” I said, and CJ pulled the facemask over my head.

There was a moment of darkness, a quick moment of panic where I felt that I couldn’t breathe, and everything seemed to be constricting around me. But then I opened my eyes and took in a breath of air. The costume didn’t feel like a second skin any more. It felt like my skin. And looking down at my tanned, ripped body, it looked like my body, not some costume.

“Go on, take a look at yourself!” CJ said with a huge smile.

I rushed into the bathroom and leaned up against the counter.

“Oh my god…” I said, running a hand through my new wavy blond hair, “Is that me?”

I tightened my abs and raised up an arm to flex a bicep. I flashed myself a smile. I was gorgeous.

“That’s you!” said CJ, coming around the corner. He had just finished pulling the hunk’s face back on and was pressing it into place, “Wow. It looks awesome on you, bud! Do you like it?”

“Oh, CJ!” I said, “I don’t know how I can repay you!”

“I’ve got some ideas,” he smirked, coming up behind me and pressing his rock-hard dick against my new smooth, toned ass.

I’d always really liked CJ as a friend, but now that we both had these irresistible bodies, we were both feeling other things. Standing in the mirror, I was unable to keep my hands off of the defined muscles I now possessed, and I was falling instantly in love with the beautiful face that was now mine.

“That is, if you can tear yourself away from that mirror, pretty boy,” he joked.

He smacked my ass and left the bathroom, laying himself out on the bed. He began playing with himself, feeling up his own muscles.

“I guess I’ll have plenty of time to check myself out!” I said, giving myself one more flex and a charming smile before flipping off the lights and joining him in bed, “Looks like you’ve got other things you’d like me to take care of for the time being!”

Did you miss me?

Well I hope you’ve noticed that I haven’t been around for a while; I must admit though I have been lurking on the site reading all Erick’s great caps and stories lately – amazing!

Well the story is simple really, when I possessed this guy…

… at the gym everything went fine. He was showering and I came in, we nodded and he turned his back and continued to clean himself.

Slipping up behind him I pushed him into the wall and pushed – HARD. With a quick wriggle I was literally getting under his skin (and muscle). Bringing my new arm up to support myself I let out a low unfamiliar groan. Looking down at my bicep, I flexed it “perfect” I whispered in my new voice.

I finished washing taking every opportunity to explorer every nook and cranny. I returned to my locker and dried off desperately trying to hide my hard on.

I pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a vest and couldn’t resist a quick flex in the mirror.

I took a picture on my phone and sent it to you! bet you never knew it was me inside :) why didn’t you message me back??

By this time I was really settling into Ryan’s body – I think I had his whole persona down to a tee, I certainly had access to all his memories!

I made my way back to my new apartment and had a lay down, for some reason I was really tired! A couple of hours had passed before I woke up again; I checked the time and needed to hurry I was meeting the guys soon.

I quickly pulled on a t-shirt and went out…

… damn it was a great night, beers all round I was slaughtered by 3am but I made my way back ok.

When I came around again surfacing from the darkness so to speak I found saw myself looking in a mirror…

… fully dressed taking a picture of myself and Anna. I tried to move or speak but I couldn’t. Concentrating hard I tried to pull out of Ryan but it was useless.

I found myself trapped inside Ryan; I could hear, see and feel everything. I could still hear Ryan’s thoughts and I tried to insert some suggestions into his memory but it was like I was hitting a brick wall! No response!

So to cut a long story short, I have been trapped within this muscle jock for the past 10 weeks!

I’d got used to being a silent partner inside Ryan, every now and again I’d try again to see if I could take control again.

I was in the gym and suddenly I could move Ryan’s right arm, then his shoulder. I concentrated again and pushed back into control of Ryan…

… this time I felt stronger inside; I knew the problem was gone.

Damn, it’s good to be back!

I’m at the apartment now using Ryan’s computer to write this message to you – I’m sure you’ve been worried, but I’m back now.

So guys, now I’m back in control what adventures and stories do you want me to tell you? Give me some ideas or subjects.

Weekend Getaway

 
Got checked into my hotel just fine, got myself settled, unpacked my bags. Now the only thing left is to slip into my Ryan suit and start enjoying my little weekend getaway! I think he was the perfect guy to bring along with me – cute, but completely approachable. It’s funny, I usually get more action as him than I do if I wear any of my suits with the perfect cheekbones and etched abs! He’s the kind of guy that I can just really have a lot of fun in – a total party guy. Don’t exactly know what the people at the hotel are gonna think seeing this stud walk out of my room – but let them think what they want! This is my weekend to have fun, and I’m going to enjoy it!

Those Are My Muscles

 
“Coach!?” I said, suddenly feeling shaky and weak, “What are you doing!? What’s going on – I feel – Oh fuck! What is happening to me!”

As I grasped onto Coach’s arms for support, I literally felt them growing right in my hands. I could see them bulging up with muscle as he kept his hands firmly planted on my chest. I looked down and watched my massive pecs deflate right in front of my eyes – my arms were getting smaller too, as his only continued to get bigger. I wanted to push him away, make him stop, but for some reason I just couldn’t. All I could do was lay there and feel myself shrink as Coach seemed to be sapping up my not only my muscles, but also my stamina and energy.

Finally, he broke free of me and I collapsed on the bench, watching him tower over me with his newly-enhanced frame. I never felt so weak in my entire life.

“I think that’s enough,” Coach grumbled with a new tone of virility to his voice, “What do you think, kid?”

He flexed a huge bicep in my face and snarled.

“Coach…” I said, “Why…?”

“You’re young,” he said, dismissively, “You can build that muscle back if you really want to. And once I go through the rest of the team, you’ll have a whole bunch of new workout buddies to start out with. ‘Course, you won’t be the gods of the gym that you used to be. You’ll all be the smaller guys now, looking up to muscle gods like me and hoping that one day you’ll be that big.”

“But… Those are my muscles…” I said, my mind completely unable to grasp what was going on. I felt that I was about to cry.

“Get yourself together. They were your muscles, kid,” Coach laughed, “And now they’re mine!”

Birthday Present

Clay’s father carefully lead him out to the front driveway, covering his eyes and making sure they were closed along the way.

“OK,” he said as they stopped, “You can open them now!”

“Oh my gosh, Dad!” Clay said with a gasp, “You bought me the new bike I wanted for my birthday – and you got me a new bodysuit to go with it!?  Oh fuck! Wow! I love you, Dad! Thank you so much!”

“Yeah,” said Clay’s dad with a big grin, “I know you like the suit you’re wearing now, but I figured you’d like to have another one on hand – plus, I thought you’d let your old man here wear it a few times.”

“You know that I like the suit you’re wearing right now!” said Clay, admiring the big musclebear of a man that his father appeared to be, “But if you ever want to try this one on and take my new bike for a spin, you’re more than welcome!”

“Speaking of which,” said Clay’s dad, “Why don’t we get you suited up and then you can go ride around a while. Nice day out, might be able to cruise down to the beach and see what kind of action you can get with this one!”

“Thanks, Dad!” Clay said, giving his dad a huge hug, “This is the best birthday present ever!”

Still Doin’ OK?

 
“You still doin’ ok inside of there?” Chuck asked, placing an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” said Jason, turning his head, “Still getting used to some things, but at least it doesn’t really feel like I’m wearing a suit any more. A lot of things are just starting to feel more natural.”

“Well I can tell you’re still getting comfortable in this skin, but it looks great on you, and you’ve been doing a really good job, babe. Don’t think anybody’s had any question that anything’s out of place,” said Chuck, “Plus, knowing that the guy I truly love is inside of there inside of the cheating, lying asshole that Pete used to be is like a dream come true.”

“Thanks, babe,” Jason smiled, “God, it feels great calling you that!”

“Feels great hearing you call me that,” Chuck said, leaning in and giving his boyfriend a rough kiss on the lips, “Now let’s hit the showers and get back home. I can’t wait to show you a few more ways that me and Pete used to like to have fun!”