Party Trick – HAPPY NEW YEAR

I was determined to have a great New Year Party this year, when I got an invite for a costume party it gave me a great idea.

It true I could of course go dressed up as myself with a lame rented costume, I dunno maybe a football jock?  Hey! I could borrow my roommates gear; I flex a bit, He’s not as big as me, but I think it’ll look good tight – FUCK! it’ll look good and I think I’d get a blow off my roomy no problem heh.

But they’d be all the same people there, sigh, My roomy is going out with his buds to some club, private party he says – lucky bastard.

My roomy shouts from the door, “Got to get some beers, if anyone turns up let them know I won’t be long.”

“Whatever.” I reply.

He’s not gone for long before there is a ring at the door, opening it Michael breezes in; a big guy, damn he smell good.

Then it hits me, I could go to the private party and still go in costume, something beautiful, built and smells great. I eyed up Michaels tight ass as he loped into the kitchen.

I followed him and grabbed a beer from the fridge, I popped the cap and added some knockout drops from my pocket.

Throwing it over he caught it and gulped it down, minutes later he was out cold. I grabbed him by his thick heavy arms and dragged him into my bedroom before hoisting the heavy jock onto the bed.

Stripping him, my mouth started to water as more of his perfect physique was revealed. I traced my finger along his face, I kissed him on lips, tasting saliva was purely erotic.

Rolling him over revealed broad back my hands traced his muscles, tapering down to a tight set of buns that I just had to squeeze.

It was time to get dressed in my new costume, as either my roomy would be back or Michael would be waking up – not good in either case.

Discarding my own clothes, I quickly climbed onto Michael, laying on the jock’s back aligning myself I kissed him on the back of the neck before taking a deep breath and wriggling, twisting fighting my way into his muscular frame.

I groaned and rolled over onto my back, Michael’s memories flooded mine, still dizzy I raised my head and looked down my new body past the huge pecs to the slowly growing dick.

Reaching up I felt my new biceps and then the pecs taking a slab of meat in each hand, my hands moved past my hard nipples, tweaking them I groaned again.

My hands moved down further, the tight cobbles of my new abs to my throbbing dick, taking it in both hands I slowly drew them up and down, I let out another deep groan.

Glancing over at the table I noticed I was out for 5 minutes after I got inside Michael, damn I had to move quick.

Jumping off the bed, I quickly got dressed in Michael’s clothes, a tight black v-neck which had a musky smell and was a bit damp under the arms, I was grinning madly when I pulled on the jeans carefully sticking my hard-on inside them.

I left the bedroom and sat on the couch turning on the TV, gently rubbing my dick through my jeans.

About 10 minutes later, my roomy Dave returned with Chris in tow, a short guy wearing a grey shirt, he looked cute and something stirred in my jeans again.

Dave drove us all back to my apartment, were I showered and got ready for the party.

We had some beers to get the night started and left for the club where we met up with John and Jack. Damn, we had a great night and Michael was the centre of attention, fuck! I’ve lost count of all the beautiful people I hooked up with that night.

To be honest, Michael is such a cool guy I think I might spend a bit longer in him…

…. but what I get up to is another story altogether!

Experiment

“Where am I?” Was all Jeremy could think when he awoke bound to some machine. He looked around and saw an old man smiling at him… It was not a pleasant smile but rather… one filled with hate and twisted into a smirk. His search continued and upon further inspection, he concluded that he was in a lab of some sort. He began to fight for release from his constraints when an electrical surge shot through him. “AH!” Jeremy let out a scream, which only seemed to please the old man more. Jeremy’s head was pounding and he began to feel really light, the electrical current was too strong and Jeremy was powerless to do anything but endure it. When it finally stopped but something felt off… He had the feeling of floating, but that was impossible he was still bound to the machine… He looked down and saw the old man smirking before he closed his eyes and Jeremy saw something that seemed to be spilling out of this strange man; an energy of some sort? His thoughts were stopped short when the essence started floating towards Jeremy and on instinct he dove out of the way just in time to see the essence surrounding…himself? How could that be?! He was right here! He looked down and was surprised to see nothing where his hands should be… where his feet should be… where all of him should be! Jeremy’s eyes grew wide with fear as he saw the essence start to slowly concentrate around his body’s head before slowly flowing into his mouth. His body let out a few groans as the energy filled it up. “No, no, NO!” Jeremy tried to cry out but no one heard him. He looked around, begging, pleading, anyone to stop this from happening. Jeremy was mortified when with one final push, the energy had completely entered his body completely and let out a few satisfied moans before opening its eyes. An expression Jeremy himself had never seen began to creep across his face… A slow smirk, filled with hatred and bitterness.

“What? How are you doing that? Why am I able to see myself?” Jeremy called again to no avail. “They can’t hear you.” His body said to him. “Release me at once!” the new being once again making use of his vocal chords. A button was pressed and the iron constraints were released. “Well gentleman, it appears this experiment was another success for Professor Bartholomew Smith!” His body stood proudly, “I haven’t felt this great in years, but now if you don’t mind gentlemen, I’m going to… run some ‘tests’ on this new vessel.” He said with a devious smirk before exiting the room. Jeremy flew off after his body and followed it down a couple halls and up an elevator to someone’s private quarters.

On the door there was a plaque that read “B. Smith”. He floated through the door and saw his body progress across the room to another door where it went in and closed the door. Jeremy flew into the room and heard a click. He looked around and saw to discover that this was a bathroom. The impostor was standing in front of the mirror admiring his new face. He smiled cheekily to his reflection before looking at where Jeremy would be in the reflection of the mirror “The bathroom is a private place you know… although I suppose there isn’t much you haven’t already seen of this body.” He ran a hand up his new abdominals. “Oooh nice… I bet this took a lot of work at the gym…”



The stranger winked at Jeremy before taking off his shirt and slowly undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground. “Oh?” He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued by what the thin confines of his underwear were concealing, a huge bulge clearly evident. He slowly reached into his pants and let out a gasp before allowing a huge grin to spread across his face, “Very nice!” Jeremy was mortified… this stranger was feeling his body up and he was completely powerless to do anything about it. Pulling down the last remains of clothing this body had on, Jeremy could clearly see the delight in the stranger’s borrowed face. The stranger began to fondle his new-found package and moaning; allowing his hands to dance across this new body, exploring every last crevice. Jeremy was disgusted when his rod started to harden while the stranger reached for some lube. “Damn…” was all the stranger could say when he looked down and saw how huge his new dick was; nice and heavy and very thick. It had to be at least 9 inches the stranger hypothesized of his new appendage.

He squeezed some lube generously onto his cock and began to slowly pump his new cock while his moans grew in volume, his breathing began to come out in pants. “Damn… I….f-f-forgot… how… g-g-good… this… felt…” The stranger said aloud between pants. His enjoyment was clear in the ecstasy of his face. Jeremy was disgusted; how could this stranger just steal his body, his life, and just use it like that? He flew towards his body and began attempting to press in. The stranger smirked, he seemed to enjoy the sensation of Jeremy trying to take his body back because he began to jerk with feral intensity; pumping faster and faster, his moans growing loader by the second, his muscles tensing while he fought to keep from cumming, biting his lip and stroking harder. His breathing staggering, until finally he climaxed and a relieved, satisfied sigh crossed his lips while his flow of sperm was released out of his new cock. He raised his hands to catch it then raised it to his mouth, playing with it in his mouth a little before swallowing it and savoring the taste. This disgusted Jeremy who only fought harder to reclaim his body. “Won’t do you any good” the impostor sighed once again with satisfaction “for some reason…” he tried more of his cum, playing with it in his mouth before swallowing it again, “you see…” he began to massage his softening cock “for some reason… we are unable to dive into you.” He raised his hand to his lips, licking it to get the last bit of cum that squeezed out.

Jeremy tried pushing into the stranger again and much to his disappointment, he failed yet again. The impostor laughed, “call me Bart- or should I say Jeremy now? Yeah, I think I can get used to that… Call me Jeremy” he laughed. “You’re sick! Give it back!” Jeremy screamed. “Now, there isn’t much use in yelling now, is there? I’m the only one who can hear you, and quite frankly my dear boy, I grow quite tired of you… Well, at least the essence of you… This,” he ran his hands up his body again, “I love very much.” He reached down and raised his new body’s shirt to his face, inhaling deeply, and allowing yet another moan to pass his lips…

“Damn…” Jeremy thought to himself as he watched the impostor take advantage of his body “I’ve got to find a way to get my body back…”

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Christmas Special (reposted from 2009)

Everyone knew Santa was a busy man, well at least for one night a year! but even a magical character like Santa grows tired and old. In fact Santa felt like this could be his last trip.
He was thinking it was time to share the Christmas spirit, and he didn’t mean the whisky left by so many welcoming homes.
Santa was already getting tired after the 30, 000th home, and  he had a couple of billion to go – he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. Is heart saddened as he saw the faces of all the disappointed children..
He visited the next home and surprised a burglar; damn he had already cleared out most of the room and was taking the decorations from the tree.

Santa couldn’t really believe his eyes, he looked deep into Barry’s heart, it was dark; not light or goodness. Santa thought looking at his own circumstances and weighted up the odds; he knew that he could save Barry, it would be his special gift.
Santa gulped and collapsed inwards into his own suit, transforming himself into a true Christmas spirit. Barry turned to see the empty Santa’s suit and smiled “I could use that for some money scam” he laughed. What he didn’t see what the Santa’s fine mist drifting towards him.
Suddenly Barry left out a low groan as the gentle spirit slipped into Barry. He groaned again, and then felt a warmth as the spirit gently warmed his heart. He blinked a couple of times as he understood his new purpose.

Barry looked over to the red suit and stripped down to his boxers, the warmth spread through Barry’s body again and with a little help he realised his new purpose.
Barry was soon pulling on the red suit, damn it was really baggy now but he checked himself out in the mirror and smiled he didn’t look all that bad.

Santa knew he’d made the right choice, he snuggled down into Barry and pushed up, taking control. Santa flexed “Yeah this will work fine”  

Replacing the tree decorations with care he smiled again as a huge sack of toys dropped from the chimney.
He easily lifted the sack and started to place presents in stockings and under the tree. He smiled again checking his work before disappearing up the chimney.

“Damn, with Barry helping me I think I can get this year finished early” he chuckled to himself.
Although Barry was just a passenger in his own body, the warmth of giving filled his heart – he was loving his new job.
Merry Christmas, have great holidays and an amazing New Year
– Smitch…

Power by Proxy

It`s getting to the end of the year and I thought I`d repost some of my personal favourites from the archive just for those who perhaps haven`t looked too deeply into this sites history.

If you have a favourite why not post a link in the comments, may inspire new stories along the same theme…

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It was time again; I stood in the cubical locked behind the door, naked and cold. I’d been in Kane for over 6yrs but I was now forced to find a new suit.

I shivered again as I looked at the empty restroom through the crack in the door. When I was Kane this gym was a great place, I’d spend hours training in the gym helping out the other guy and generally checking them out but today it was almost empty.

Sitting on the john and looked down at the thin syringe containing the bodysuit serum, I tapped it thoughtfully with my finger nail looking at my pale hands it had been a while since I’d seen my real self.

Squinting through the gap again in case I’d missed one of the guys come in; but the room was still empty. I’d been here about 30 minutes now, I thought about the guys only feet from where I was now; Jay, Kevin, Stuart all heavy bodybuilders smiling I thought of the personal trainers like Nick with plate like pecs and cobbled abs always wearing sweat pants that hugged their ass along with a tight UA shirt.

The bump of the door closing snapped me back from my dreams and I quickly looked through the crack in the door, I really didn’t have a choice I had to take whoever it was.

I could just see a expanse of black the as the guy locked the door to the restroom. His shirt was stretched tight across his huge back, I already knew it could only be one of three guys.

I watched as he walked away from me to the sinks I recognised the haircut, a tight military style; it was Michael the gym owner.

I bit my lip contemplating pulling him on becoming one of the biggest guys in the gym, fuck no-one every argued with him and I knew he scared a lot of people.

I quietly slide the bolt and unlocked the cubical, whilst still holding the door closed. I checked through the crack again and watched him rest his huge arms on the bench by the sinks.

He let out a low groan, muttering to himself as he rolled his huge shoulders and he let out another groan.


I looked through the crack and gulped, I pulled away and rubbed my eyes before being drawn back to the crack.

He groaned again, as if in discomfort as his shoulder dropped forward pulling the back of the shirt tight.

Suddenly there was a new shape forming, pushing the fabric even tighter, something quite alien to Michaels natural form.

His groans turned to a gasp, and then he went silent. Whatever was inhabiting Michael wanted out!

The shape under his shirt pulled out further, and formed into smaller back, shoulders and arms. It was evident that Michael was already hosting someone else, although much smaller.

Suddenly the being pulled all the way out, he completely passed though the fabric, leaving Michaels clothes intact, the guy himself was fully dressed.

I quickly shifted to one side trying to see the guy through the crack, I caught his reflection in the mirror. I didn’t recognise him, he must have been about 19 years?

I watched as he walked over to the unconscious Michael, coming up behind him, he traced his back and shoulder with his fingers before leaning on back. He leaned forward and I heard him whisper in the guys ear “Michael the past couple of weeks have been a blast, but I think its time for a change” and with that he kissed Michael on the back of the neck.



I knew I didn’t have any options, I’ve heard of guys like this who could possess people at will but I never believe it. Either way, I needed a suit and this guy although not my ideal choice was certainly cute enough to make the next 10 years liveable.

While he was still occupied whispering to Michael I took the opportunity and rushed out and jabbed the needle of the syringe through his jeans into the cheeks of his butt. He yelled and turned to look at me and started to walk towards me.

I knew he didn’t have long; I watch as his eyes rolled up and he stumbled into my arms. I quickly pulled him into the cubical and bolted the door again. He was already hollowing out as I was stripping him of his clothes.

I heard a groan from outside and my attention turned to the view through the crack. Michael had woken up and was looking confused. He looked in the mirror rubbing his head, I watched as he stretched and left seemingly unharmed from his recent experience.

I finished removing his clothes and held up the empty bodysuit, his eyes looked empty and lifeless but I knew they wouldn’t be like that for long.

The guys tight swimmer or skaters body was smaller than mine, but I knew I he would fit me, they always did.

I sat on the john and started to push myself into his mouth, as I pulled on more and more of his body I felt myself changing again.

It was a tight yet not unsatisfying fit as I looked down at my new form feeling my body with my new hands. Reaching behind my head I pulled the guy head over my own and pushed his features into my own.

I felt a familiar cold shiver go down my spine as I fused with the suit “Oh well, no going back now” I said in my new voice. I started to get dressed in his clothes, I knew it would take a couple of minutes for me to access his memories.

“Ok, so my name is Gavin – I don’t seem to have any family or a home…. FUCK!” I said out loud. It seemed that although I looked like a 19 year old I was actually over 40 years.. My new memories provided the answer; when Gavin was inside another person he stopped aging. I smiled to myself - Fuck! I was going to enjoy being Gavin, and for quite a while it would seem.

I walked out and checked checked out my new reflection in the mirror – I flashed a natural cheeky smile at my reflection, “Aww man this is going to be awesome” I said to no one in particular. Suddenly I felt a shock and the memories were complete “Fuck!” I said again, “I can really do this, be anyone I want”

I was still smiling and checking myself out when Nick came in, he was showered and ready to leave by the look of it.

Watching his reflection, he took a piss and returned to the wash basins. “No time like the present” I muttered to myself as I approached Nick’s back.

With new found ease I pushed up behind him and pushed straight through the fabric of his clothes and into his lower body. The shape of my smaller body could be easily seen writhing under his t-shirt. He let out a low groan just as Michael had previously.

Pushing and wriggling into Nick was quick and every evidence of an intrusion disappeared from Nicks back. Almost instantly I felt as if I had been Nick all my life complete access to even his most personal memories, skills and attributes. No wonder I never spotted any changes in Michael over the past two weeks, possession like this was complete and undetectable.



I looked at my new reflection the second one in the same day. Nick had amazing blue eyes, I touched and scratched his carefully trimmed beard, turning my head from side to side. Lifting my shirt revealed a perfect body, I smiled knowing how easy it was to get in the beds of my clients. Not only was I now a good personal trainer, I was good in bed as well.

I left the restroom and returned to Nicks locker without even thinking. I set the combination and open the door, slowly removing my shirt I threw it in the locker and grabbed my cap and sunglasses. I put them on and checked my reflection again with a big smile on my face.



I left the gym and walked to the park, I had the afternoon off and I was looking for some action to try out this new body…

Money Spinner pt.1

It was easy money for Cameron, and selling his body for money always came easy.

You see the big guy on campus had a dirty little secret. The big tough bully that talked shit and pushed all the small guys around had his roots deep in the closet, none of his friends knew anything, but many suspected; the sideways glances as the cute guys for example.

It was late Friday afternoon and there was a buzz of excitement in the school, but a rumble echoed through the dull background noise as Cameron stormed down the corridor of students like a  juggernaut, other students ducked or were pushed and shoved out the way as the jock and his entourage caught up in his wake came to a halt at a small guy at the lockers.

Jerry was going through books, when suddenly he was aware of the sudden lack of the usual dull background noise of school, hairs on the back of his neck stood up like some kind of warning but it was already too late.

CRASH!

A fist hit the locker next to Jerry’s head which made him not unsurprisingly jump, there was a gasp from the now silent crowd.

Slowly Jerry turned around glimpsing the faces of the onlookers around him until he came face to… pecs with Cameron.

Cameron leaned down level with Jerry’s ear. “You FUCKING little CUNT!” He shouted.

With little effort Cameron grasped Jerry’s jacket and lifted him off the ground, Jerry could old blink nervously as looked into the jocks blazing blue eyes before looking away again, glancing at the faces and  smirks of the other football players over his broad shoulders.

“You disgust me, you fucking little queer…” This time it was quieter, almost a whisper but there was loathing in his voice, Jerry felt himself almost shiver as this was far more intimidating.

“Kenny..” The giant growls

“Actually it’s Jerry.” He regretted saying that almost instantly.

Cameron face contorted and turned a shade of crimson.

“But Kenny is fine.” But it was too late.

He was raised a couple more inches in the air without any effort and then abruptly released. Loosing his footing, Jerry could a land in a heap on the floor, cracking his head against the locker as he dropped.

There was a scramble of feet as Jerry tired to get up but a size ten trainer planted itself on his chest. A tight even pressure was applied and Jerry felt all the air in his lungs being pushed out.

All Jerry could manage was a groan as he felt more of Cameron’s weight on him.

“Don’t EVER fucking correct me,” Cameron ground the sole of his trainer into Jerry’s chest. “ Pfft, you disgust me.” He released Jerry from the floor and waited.

“Well get the fuck up will you!”

Jerry can only scramble to his feet, looking to his left and right there was no way to escape, by now all Cameron’s mates had surrounded him.

The Jock started stabbing at Jerry’s chest, “YOU have no value, YOU have no place here,” he looks around, “YOU have no friends here.”

“Kenny…” Cameron shot Jerry a steely look

“Yes.” Squeaked a reply

“I’m going to help you,” The tone was oily and sarky. “I want you to help your community, be part of the team.”

Jerry wasn’t sure about the grin on the jocks face, but even so he felt he should reply “OK.”

“You see, I used to have a little shit much like yourself to shall we say assist me in my studies.”

Jerry rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

“Yeah.” Cameron continued, “Lets just say he looked after my homework and studies while I won football trophies for the school. That is until I erm.. broke him.” The jock turned to the rest of the guys and grinned.

Jerry had heard about a guy that mysteriously got a broken arm whilst ‘tutoring’ Cameron.

With that Cameron dropped and shoulder and a large heavy backpack slid off his arm and fell at Jerry’s feet.

“Make sure you get it back to me before six tonight.” He said with a sneer as he turned and high-fived a couple of the other guys.

The collection of students watching parted as Cameron and the rest of the team left laughing.

He looks down at the backpack and then hoists it onto his shoulder groaning under its weight he makes his way back to the dorm room.

Dumping it on the floor Jerry starts to unpack it, various books and the like then a sour musky smell hits him square in the face. It’s his gym kit. Tentively he pulled out the contents; trainers, damp socks, long black shorts, a back vest and then he touches something damp and cotton, “Uggh!” He slowly takes it out, a jock strap.

“Fuck this guy is twisted.” Jerry murmurs to himself.

“But he’s picked on the wrong person this time, that fucker is going to pay!”

Shucking his own clothes Jerry jerked off a couple of times until he was hard, grabbing the jockstrap in his hand he used it jerk off again, harder and harder until he felt a shiver. His flat stomach tightened and he shot his load into the jockstrap and then the combined fluids were drawn back inside Jerry.

“UUuuugh…” A groan echoed around the room only to drop a couple of octaves as it tailed off.

Jerry bent double as his flat stomach popped, defining itself. He groaned again and dropped to the bed, there were cracking noises and Jerry rolled into a ball before rolling off the bed onto the floor…

… to be continued?

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“Role-model” by Curious

Justin was your typical 13-year-old: slightly awkward, a few zits, and with an occasional crack in his voice. As he began his journey into manhood, was left confused with no male role-model in his life to teach him how to do the things that every boy should know how to do. Like how to flirt with girls... It had always just been him and his mum, and he loved her dearly but he always secretly wished he could have a father-figure; someone to look up to and learn from, to take him fishing or camping once in a while. It was a typical, summery day, as Justin sat in his backyard reading when he saw a moving truck pull up in front of the vacant house next door. The last neighbour was some old man who had always creeped Justin out so he made sure to avoid going over there or talking with the previous tenant at all costs; even to the point of sprinting to the corner past the house to the bus stop. It wasn’t until a couple months ago when the old man had passed that Justin finally began to relax, and he was hopeful that the new neighbours would have a friend his age, or at the very least, be some-what “normal”. Justin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw a man about his mid-20’s come around the other side of the truck; their eyes met and the guy gave a friendly smile and waved. Justin not entirely sure how to react felt a rush in his chest as he had never had to interact with a man before... Well, there were a few of his teachers but even then he didn’t really talk with them unless he absolutely had to. Due to his sub-conscious bitterness at not having a father, he had grown to hate adult men as a whole.

He quickly waved back and closed his book and began to rush back inside when he heard a call, “Hey bud, you wanna come give me a hand?” Justin cringed, it was the stranger… Being too nice to say no he put his book down before turning around and making his way over towards the stranger. The stranger gave him a pat on the back, “Thanks dude, I just need some help carrying some of this into the house, I’m not really sure where I’m putting everything yet so just go ahead and bring it in and set it wherever there’s room.” Justin nodded, hm… he seemed nice enough but Justin still had his guard up... he just couldn’t bring himself to relax around him just yet. He stacked a couple of boxes on top of each other and went to pick it up and let out a grunt when he realized it was too heavy, but being too embarrassed he kept trying and his face began to flush with color when he heard the guy chuckle. “You don’t have to get it all at once, y’know?” “Yeah, thanks.” Justin lightened his load and cursed that he had not spent more time in the gym; not that he would know how to work anything in there anyways. His embarrassment only grew when he saw that this man was carrying not just twice what he was, but four-times as much weight. Justin admired the neighbour's arms, not quite knowing which muscle was which, but wishing he could have arms as muscular as his soon-to-be-neighbour's. He stepped into the house and a shiver went up his spine and he began to get frightened when the neighbour patted him on the back “Relax buddy, it’s just a house.” He smiled… Such a warm smile. Justin relaxed a little and put the box down in the next room over.

Justin was a little surprised to see the previous tenant’s belongings were still in the house. He heard a thud as the guy put down another box “I’m not really sure what to do with all this stuff, guess this guy had no family or nothing.” Justin nodded. “Name’s Richard by the way” he extended his hand and slowly Justin reached for it “Justin.” “Nice to meet you bud.” Justin began to relax and as they moved the stuff into the house they talked and Justin was entranced by Richard’s stories; he seemed to travel a lot, was very successful in his business, and a lot of other impressive things, but above all else he was still single which surprised Justin a little, but he thought no less of Richard and by the time they were done it was already nightfall. “Oh, I have to get going.” Justin sighed; he was enjoying Richard’s company. “You can come back tomorrow if you want, I’ll probably need some help moving the stuff that isn’t mine.” Justin nodded excitedly. And so it went for the next couple weeks of the summer. Justin was spending every free moment at Richard’s house, who had taught him how to throw and catch a football, and even taken him to the gym a couple times. It was just another day in the life as they sat there watching football on Richard’s TV. He seemed very quiet and in thought and Justin wanted to ask him what was wrong but just as he was going to ask Richard had dozed off. Justin was sitting next to him and closed his eyes too and before he knew it he was sleeping and he woke up laying on Richard’s side; and it just felt peaceful, he wished he could stay like that forever.

He looked at the time and rushed home, it was a little before his curfew and he rushed as quickly and quietly as he could back home and fortunately his mother hadn’t disciplined him for being a couple minutes late. The next day Justin arrived about the usual time and Richard answered but seemed a little distant. “Hey Justin, you like the time you spend with me right?” Justin smiled “Of course I do.” “Well, I’m about to tell you a secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone, or think any different of me okay, bud?” Justin began to get excited, he was proud that Richard trusted him with his secrets. “I promise.” And with that Richard began to lead Justin up to the attic, “Well, I hadn’t been up here until a couple days ago and there were a lot of strange books… They were all in latin so I didn’t understand them at first but I began translating some of them... and they’re spell books.” Justin exhaled a sharp breathe; no wonder he had always gotten such creepy vibes from the old man. “And well,” Richard continued “I was wondering if you’d be willing to try one with me?” Justin was scared but he didn’t want to disappoint Richard so he agreed, and Richard smiled and ruffled Justin’s hair.

“Well, this one seems to be a body swap spell, and I just wanted to try it with you, just to be young again for a couple days, not really have to work hard but just to relax. I promise I’ll switch right back with you.” Justin didn’t believe it worked but unable to think of anything else to say he just asked what he was supposed to do. “Well, We just sit across from each other on top of this symbol,” he gestured to the book and Justin saw what appeared to be a circle with some strange symbols in it. Justin nodded “and I just recite this chant, see? Not scary at all, right?” he smiled that warm smile again and Justin’s guard was instantly melted again so he nodded and waited for Richard to draw it. After a couple minutes it was ready. “Ready, bud?” Justin nodded and walked towards the circle “Let’s see” Richard looked at the book “you sit here, and I sit… here” and he sat across from Richard. Richard placed the book in the center of the circle between them as he began to recite the words from it Justin felt a tingling feeling across his skin, followed by a compression everywhere and his head began to buzz and the last thing he saw was Richard’s smiling face before he passed out.

It was dark outside when he awoke and he felt different… a lot taller, and more muscular, and his hair felt different. He raised his hands and saw how much bigger they were than his own, and he stood up and lost his balance, unused to being in such a big body he slowly made his way down to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and he gasped when he saw Richard’s surprised expression staring back. He ran his hand across the stubble on his face; something he wasn’t used to. He removed his shirt and was a little surprised by the hair there, but he smiled and was kind of happy to be so grown-up. His pants felt a little uncomfortable and he remembered, he was in a more matured body, and so his package was probably a lot bigger. He smiled and undid his pants and got quite the shock after his pants dropped to the floor; he saw the beast that was wanting to get out! He smiled happily to himself unsure of what else to do, he went to Richard’s room and not hearing anything in the house, he decided Richard must have went back ‘home’ in his body. He looked over and saw Richard’s cigarettes, Richard didn’t smoke often but Justin was curious what it was like and he picked it up like he saw Richard do a couple times, and was a little surprised when he lit it and inhaled as if he’d done it his whole life. Must have been his muscle memory or something? He got to thinking about his package again and he reached into Richard’s no… his boxers and began to feel it.

So strange how much bigger it was, and as he began to fondle it he let out a gasp at the pleasure running through his body as his dick began to harden. He nearly lost it when he saw how big it was once it grew to its full size! It was well beyond his belly button when he raised it up to really look at it. He was wondering if it would ever get that size when he noticed something on top of the TV… a movie with a xxx rating and he smiled mischievously to himself as he decided to enjoy all of his new adult privileges he popped it into the DVD player and was a little surprised when it was two guys in the porno, but something about his new body really liked that and instinctively he reached for his rod and began to massage it when he saw a bottle of some sort not too far from the tv, he read the label and saw “lube”. Once again his muscle memory took control as he opened it and generously squeezed some onto his now rock-hard cock and he began moaning as the sensation he was feeling before had increased by a lot more. He wondered why it had never felt this amazing in his own body, but decided it must be something to do with how matured this body was. His loins began to build pressure as he began to pump faster and he fought to keep from cumming, biting his lip, and as his muscles started to tense he couldn’t hold it anymore before he blew his load all over his new body. He reached down and began to rub it all over himself, enjoying the sensation and a little surprised when he reached down and raised some of the cum to his mouth. It tasted good, and he immediately wanted more and became aroused and after another go with himself, he began to wonder why Richard would want to be a little boy again when he had this kind of pleasure whenever he wanted. Justin laid down with a content smile on his face and began to wonder just how long Richard would let him keep his body…

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Time to Upgrade

Cameron had been working his way through the ranks of the wrestling league at school winning medals all the way.

Time and time again Cameron won ever match totally demolishing any opposition he was making his way to the top of his game. People were always impressed with this technique and strength, something which surpassed both his age and built.

All was going well and Cameron was getting nearer to his goal, that is until he met Gavin, a new kid to the school and gaining new friends all the time.

Gavin’s reputation was gathering speed, leaping and bounding over others in the league.

Of course Cameron’s and Gavin’s paths were destined to cross and that day came late one evening.

Cameron was working out in the gym; cardio. Gavin walked in an sneered a smile at Cameron.

“You’re Cameron, right?”

“Yeah. You’re the new kid – hear good stuff about you.”

“That’s right,” He ran his palm along his chest cupping a pec.

“Want a quick match?”

“Yeah, why not – the sooner you learn that you can’t beat me the better!”

Cameron just blinked not quite believing what he’s just said, “OK shit head you’re on!”

They squared up on the mat and Gavin just grinned, and before Cameron knew what had happened his face was planted in the mat.

Not giving up, Cameron tried again and again. Every little trick and technique failed resulting in another win for Gavin.

“This is getting boring.” Whispered Gavin, with a final flip Cameron was again face down, but this time Gavin pulled him backwards locking his arm around Cameron's throat.

Cameron gasped and the light from the room faded as he fell unconscious.

Gavin simply dropped Cameron on the mat and turned in disgust.

Silently Cameron’s body started buck and shake, with a low groan a young muscular body glistening in sweat pulled out of the unconscious Cameron.

Standing he looked down at Cameron with affection and admiration before turning his attention to Gavin.

Quickly and quietly the kid slipped his arms under Gavin’s locking them behind his head. Surprised Gavin could only struggle.

The kid whispered into Gavin’s ear, “You know I’ve been working Cameron from the inside for six months now, he was going to be a winner but you screwed that up. So Gavin my friend its time for me to upgrade!”

Without warning the kid tightened his hold and pushed into Gavin who could only struggle for a couple of moments, with a gasp the kid disappeared inside.

Gavin blinked a couple of times, rolled his shoulders stretched. Slowly Gavin’s definition sharpened, his pecs thickened as did his biceps and abs; inherited from the muscular kid within him.

Hearing a groan, he turned to see Cameron waking. Without thought he knelt and helped his opponent to his feet.

“Sorry Cameron, you OK?”

Cameron rubbed his head, “Yeah, wait Steve is that you?”

Gavin chuckled, “Yeah bro’ its me, he was being a dick I though I’d jump him – he’s got some good techniques, well they’re mine now so I’m going to be your new training partner.”