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Winning a New Life

I have always been the small guy. In my group I was the “runt” but would always put up a fight. Being small taught me to be tough and hold my own since drunk guys would always try to pick on me.

A new carnival had come into town and so my buddies and I had decided to go check it out. It boasted it had someone of the most unique shows and prizes you could find anywhere. When we got there it really seemed like a normal traveling carnival. Crappy clowns and kiddy games that were easy to win.

We wandered around and did a few games and just fooled around when we stumbled upon this weird game. I wasn't sure exactly what it was. There was hoops and balls and guns and balloons. But lined up along the wall of the stall was a bunch of studly looking men.

I stepped up and followed the crazy rules and somehow the siren went off signaling I had won. I stood there in shock. I am not even sure how I won since I don't even remember how you played the game. I just did as I was told and somehow won. I hunky guy running the game went over and picked up a guy and handed him across to me.

I held the guy who weighed less than I expected. The guy explained it was a suit and once I stepped inside I would take on his identity. I just couldn't believe it. This tanned buff stud in his jean shorts and black tank was going to be my life. I posed with him braced against me for my last photo as a little guy. I couldn't believe this was real.

My buddies helped me get him to a bathroom where I quickly stripped down and started to work my way into him. His mouth stretched out to take me in and I worked my body into him. After several minutes I was fully in and pulled this studs head up and over mine. I worked his face around until I suddenly could see. It felt so weird, I was taller than before and more muscular. I slowly moved around as it was hard at first. I weighed much more now. After several minutes of checking myself out and getting adjusted I head out to meet my buds.

It was so strange to look them in the eye now and be as big as them. We joked about how they can't pick on me because now I can fight back. I noticed my buddy Drew was not there and no one knew where he went.

We headed out to look for him when I noticed the game stall had refilled the empty spot of the suit I took. In the place of the suit I was wearing was Drew. Standing there with a perfect grin waiting to be won. I didn't realize when I went to play that is what the guy meant by if I won they would get their payment later on. I look at him and he seemed happy and from what I could tell the guy I now was in was also happy.

The next day Drew and the other suits were packed up and taken to the next city with the carnival to give another guy a new life. I am for sure jealous of the guy that get Drew because I have always looked up to him and wanted to be like him. But I am not going to complain about my new life and body.

  

The Other Mitchell – Part 1

Gordon let out a groan as the hot water washed over him. He’d taken a heavy tackle during practice, but he’d returned it two fold, not difficult for a guy his size.

He thought about the shit load of homework that was waiting for him. That nerdy guy he normally passes it off to had given him the slip–little fucker.

As the hot water soothed the ache in Gordon’s shoulder he thought about home, his dad was on the earlies so he’d have to keep out of his way. He had a real nasty temper after working the early shift, even though he was just as big as his dad he’d still beat Gordon for lamest reasons.

The lights flicked off and on. “Black! Get your ass in gear I want to lock up,” coach shouted.

“Well you can just fucking wait,” Gordon muttered under his breath as he started to wash his hair. As he worked up a lather his nail caught a nub of skin–the fuck? He felt it again, and picked at it; part of it came off–it looked like a scab. He touched the spot on the back of his neck, something hard was there now. Slowly he worked his finger around it, and felt it move; he gently pulled at it and then groaned as he fell to the floor unconscious.

Becoming the TA

With the semester coming to mid terms and spring break right around the corner I knew I needed to study and pass my mid terms so I could party all spring break.

My roommate did have other plans and it involved me. He threw a party the night before my biggest mid term and I, being a normal american college student, had to join in and have fun. The party went long into the morning and before I knew it I needed to get ready and go to class.

I quickly dodged passed out people and got in the shower and got ready. Feeling the effects of somewhat still being drunk and hungover I ran out the door running to class, luckily I lived across from campus.

I entered the room and sat down only a few moments before the TA, Brad, walked over to me to hand the test over. "Must have been some party last night you still smell like booze so good luck" he smirked and walked away.

I did as best as I could to take the test luckily it wasnt too many essay questions but I still think I may pull off a C and could make it up with a great score on my research paper.

A few days went by and I waited for my scores, I noticed a pattern all my tests were A's and B's except my last one it was a D-. I was in panic mode and had to figure out a way to fix this and then an email came from Brad the TA. "Hey Nate sorry about your score and such but I would like to meet with you to discus a way to fix that grade before spring break starts."

I immediately replied to agree to anything he had in mind and picked to meet him at his apartment a few blocks from campus. I avoided my roommate and everyone and grabbed my backpack and headed over to his place.

I arrived and it wasnt a bad location and seemed he was pretty well off from the looks of things. He opened the door just in cargo shorts with no shirt and invited me in. The inside was filled with amazing things from what looks like all over the world. I sat on his couch and he got me a rum and coke to drink.

He pulled out my test along with the stack from our class and put it in front of me. "Ok so here is the deal I can change your test score before it is official on friday." He stated.

"And what would I have to do?" I asked.

"Well see you look good Nate and when I mean look good you are hot and girls like you, I was to swap places with you for spring break and live the life of a straight college student on spring break for once." He explained.

"Even if I somehow agreed to it how is it possible and why?" I questioned.

"Its simple I have a way to swap us I found it in my travels in South America. Its a little creature that looks like a snake but has the ability to switch bodies with two people. The locals used it to spy on tribes and when surgery is needed for people and they would swap with people who can withstand pain." He continued.

Brad explained this creature to me and said he had been swapped in South America in a a ritual when writing a paper. He was given the snake creature as a gift from the elders as long as he didnt report it back to others what he saw or anything.

Basically this guy wanted my body for the week of Spring Break where I was heading to Cancun, I know its a typical college trip but hey drinking and partying with others my age is always fun.
I sat and thought about it and figured a week wouldnt be bad as Brad plus he looked pretty good himself.

I asked him if there was a catch or something I should know... Like is he dying or something. He told me no just he was gay and always had been and wanted to seen how it was to be a straight boy on spring break in a party city.

As we talked I saw him type on his computer and turn his Macbook Pro towards me, it now showed I had a A on the test and had an A in the class.

I stood up and said lets do this before I change my mind. He walked over to a small cage and took out a snake like thing and had it bite him then walked to me and had it bite me. It felt like a mesquito bite really.

After a few moments and him putting the thing in its cage the room started spinning and I blacked out. I awoke to noises in the bathroom and stood up with a  huge migraine. I walked by a mirror and saw when I moved it was Brad in the mirror, it was really freaky and then I noticed his huge hard on growing down in my shorts. I staggered to the bathroom and opened the door to see my former body naked and jerking off. He was going at it and I couldnt help but watch and was very aroused about it. I then figured out that Brad has a crush on me and now he is me.

He then stopped and motioned for me to come over and give him head. I resisted at first but the urge was great and I dropped down and started sucking my former body. I couldnt believe how great it felt having my former cock in my mouth and servicing it. He then shot a huge load into me and I swallowed like a champ.

He stood up and cleaned himself off and said he had to get ready to leave for the flight in a few hours to Cancun. He explained that he had a trust fund and I wont run out of money or fun during the week. He then said that I have a few hookups that I frequent and should call them but tomorrow head to the bar downtown and have fun.

He picked up my backpack and left me there still in awe of what I just did. I knew I wasnt gay but why did I just do that. It must be his body or something but its my mind here.

I walked over to his phone and saw a few messages about going out tonight from some guy named Kyle. I decided it wouldn't be for a few hours and headed back to the room and stripped off the clothes and started jerking off. I was thinking about this chick named.... umm Kyle. Wait Kyle that cant be right, oh yes sexy Kyle and his huge cock and tight abs and skater style like Nate. I shot a huge load everywhere and had a huge mess to clean up.

Thats the moment I knew I would like being Brad. I cleaned myself up and got dressed and headed out for the night.

That night I met up at the club with Kyle and started drinking. Brad sure could hold his booze but I knew it was getting to me and after several hours I was feeling it. Kyle walked me home and came in with me and stripped down to nothing and laid in my bed waiting. I stripped down and got into bed with him. We started massaging the other and then he wend down on me first. This bj was awesome and I couldnt believe how it felt. I decided to head down on him and start giving him the best head ever.

He pushed me away and flipped me over and I knew what was going to happen next. Brad didnt tell me he was a bottom in the gay scene and that night Kyle fucked me hard.


All week I went out and partied and couldnt believe how much fun the gay scene was for spring break. I didnt hear from Brad at all and just decided he would talk to me on monday after class. I saw him come into class staggering in looking still drunk after partying. After class I met up with him and he said he cant go back to his old life I can keep all his money and everything and be finishing my degree this year while he will stay as me.

I was shocked and outraged. I grabbed him and demanded to be swapped back and he told me its not that easy. We swapped but the snake would have to swap us back and he wont agree to it and snuck into his old apartment and hid the snake somewhere to prevent being swapped back.

I watched as my body walked away and he put his arm around Jennifer this girl I had been trying to get with for a while.

I guess I am now stuck as the TA but the brightside is that I am liking my new lifestyle and love the fact just this semester and I will have a degree and be done with school.... plus his accounts well lets just say its a lot of money. :)

Sleepover

by Erick S.

“Well I guess we’re finally going to find out who’s boyfriend has the biggest cock!” said Emily, grabbing a hold of the bulge in her pink pajama bottoms.

“Ewwww!” said Megan, “That feels so weird! Well I know my boyfriend has the biggest muscles!”

She proudly puffed out her chest and flexed her biceps. She threw on a Yankees cap he’d left at her house a couple of weekends ago and flipped it to the side.

“Come on, Jess,” she said, “Let’s see what Bradley’s hiding under that shirt!”

“Uh... don’t you think that’s kind of weird?” Jess said, “Like, walking around with our shirts off?”

“We’re boys now, duh!” said Emily, “Come on, take it off!”

The girls practically ripped the shirt off of Jess in a fit of giggles.

“Ohh,” they drooled, “Looks like all that training he’s been doing for baseball’s been doing him some good. God, Jess. He is so cute!”

“Yeah,” said Jess, looking down at her flat, exposed chest, and trying to give it a flex, “I guess he’ll do!”

“Oh my god, you guys,” said Emily, “This has been the best sleepover ever! Emily, you’ve got to get more of this body swap stuff so we can start planning who we’re going to be next weekend!”

Tight Fit

by Erick S.

“You sure you’re OK with this?” Clayton asked, standing behind his friend, Roland, “Gonna be a tight fit.”

“Yeah,” Roland said, “I’m sure.”

“I appreciate this so much, Rol,” Clayton said, placing his beefy hands on Roland’s shoulders, “Giving me the chance to be in your body this weekend to try and get with Dan. Don’t know why he always looks right past me when we’re hanging out. Too busy checking you out, I guess. Heh.”

“Well you can have him,” Roland said, “Don’t know what you see in him, but my body’s yours for this weekend to do whatever you want with him. Just like I promised. Not backing out of it, OK? You’re my best bud, Clay, and I love ya. There’s literally no one else I would let do this.”

“Thanks, Rol,” Clayton said as he wrapped his arms around his friend in a big bear hug.

He massaged Roland’s back for a moment, getting it to loosen up a little bit, and then he started to inch himself inside Roland’s more compact frame. It was definitely going to be a tight fit. But with Roland’s full cooperation, Clayton was able to slide all the way in, filling up every last inch of space within his friend. He let out a groan and cleared his throat.

“Hello? Hello?” he said, testing out Roland’s voice, “Oh wow.”

He twisted and turned his torso in the locker room mirror and watched Roland mimic his every move flawlessly.

“Don’t know if you can hear me, but definitely can’t thank you enough, Rol,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “Dan’s going to love this!”

Made You Better

by Erick S.

“What did you do to me?” Chris turned sharply away from the mirror.

“I... made you better,” Ryan said, “I thought you’d like it.”

“Made me better?” Chris turned back to his reflection, staring at a face he barely recognized as his own.

“Yeah, you know. You always said you wished you had better skin, and you didn’t like your hair, and you wanted to be a little bit taller...” said Ryan, “And I guess I made a few other improvements, too.”

“You know, Chris, I always had a feeling that I wasn’t good enough for you. I always caught you on Tumblr looking at these perfect male model guys. Always gawking and commenting when some stud walked by. You promised me that I didn’t have to look like that, that looks didn’t matter to you. And now you’ve made me into this,” said Chris, “Just change me back.”

“I can’t,” Ryan gulped, “You know that. I have to wait until --”

“Until the next fucking full moon?” Chris yelled, “Jesus Christ! And how long is that going to be? Another month? Another month I have to go around looking like this?”

“I’m sorry, Chris!” Ryan felt himself starting to cry, “I really thought you’d like it!”

“Obviously I’m not good enough for you,” said Chris, “And you sure as hell don’t deserve me now that I look like this. I’ll see you in a month, Ryan, so you can change me back. And that’s the last time you’re ever going to fucking see me.”

Sunday Bonus: Vacation, Part 2

By CAIN

So I found myself tagging along with Jeff to our class, some boring class about anatomy or some bull shit, I couldn’t really focus, all I could do was sit in the back of class, Jeff sitting next to me, and look down at my arms while I slowly flexed them over and over. I watched the vein on the bicep pop up more and more with each flex. I started to rub them, kinda turning myself on. Then I got to thinking about Janice and how I was gonna rock her world tonight, which was weird for me to think, being gay, but for some reason, it felt right in Tony’s body. In fact, it seems I take on most of the personality and intellect of the bodies while I inhabit them, so yeah, this class was boring, I could only think about flexing and tonight with Janice, since it had apparently been almost a week since I got laid last. And according to my memories, Tony doesn’t believe in whacking it, so I had a pretty good load built up in these massive balls stuffed in my tight designer jeans.

Anyway, the class went on for an hour and a half, I lost track of time as I absently started flexing my abs and rubbing them under my shirt, then I slowly moved my hand lower and lower until I was feeling the bush around my hard cock (no underwear), then I felt the root, then I felt all the way down to the tip, halfway to my knee laying tight against my huge thigh. I found I was cut again, just like Jeff, but I had a huge mushroom on it, instead of nicely tapered like Jeff’s was. And let me tell you, fuck was this beast thick! I wonder if Janice will be able to take it tonight! Fuck it, I’ll make her take it and make her scream so loud that the dorm shakes, just like I do with all the chicks I bang.

I glimpse over at Jeff with my hands still down my pants and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You know you want some of this Jeff!” I say to him and smirk, “Fuck you dude” he says in a forced whisper, “You need to get focused and pay attention to this shit, it’s going to be on the test dumbass.” For some reason him constantly calling me a dumbass kinda made me feel superior, I know that doesn’t make sense to normal people, but for Tony, being dumb was a good thing, because smart people were losers who were always trying to please other people, Tony only looked out for himself, and besides, I was smart where it counted, in the gym and in the sack!

Well, I figured I might as well make some effort to pay attention, so I pulled out a notepad and started taking some notes, or at least I tried to. I ended up taking about 5 minutes of notes before I started doodling pictures of myself naked and fucking chicks with big tits. I drew little cartoon bubbles with them moaning so loud, juice coming out of their tight pussies as they squeezed my monster dick tight, and me saying all sorts of nasty shit, calling them worthless whores and telling them I’m going to tear them up so deep with my huge fuck stick. Suddenly I felt a smack on my giant deltoid, I turned and saw Jeff looking at me all mad like, “Dude, shit, I’m so sick of having to tutor your dumbass just so you can pass this shit. At least you’re paying me well with the clenny, whinny, and bolde.” (Types of steroids apparently, easily running a few hundred a month) “Anyway, class is over, I’ll go over the notes with you when you get back from the gym tonight”.

Now, the normal me would feel bad for imposing on Jeff like that, but then, the normal me was smart enough to pass a basic anatomy class without too much trouble. So as Tony, I didn’t give a shit, I paid Jeff well to get me through my classes, and he knew it. When he first started rooming with me a few years ago, when we were both 18 year old freshman, he was about 5’9 and maybe 150lbs. He was now about 6’2” foot tall and easily 225lbs, where I started at 6 foot and 185 and now I was 6’4” and 250lbs. So he knows he owes a lot of that to me, and I keep him well paid through my trainer contacts.

Well, we got back to the dorm, and I put on my gym outfit, a tight cut off shirt, a school hoodie, and my Nike shorts and size 14 blue and white Jordans. Yeah, I free ball in the gym, I can’t stand feeling this beast all cramped up in that compression short shit. Sometimes I even get hard when I see a banging chick over in the cardio area, and well, let’s just say I give everyone a nice show in my shorts. I grab my workout shit, gallon jug of water, pre-workout, post workout protein, then I go into my room, open my bottom drawer and take out some vials and syringes. I mix up my juice cocktail and inject it into my right ass cheek, which is tough with it being so rock solid, but I manage. I grab a tissue and dab the little bit of blood that comes out. I look at myself in the mirror and flex a few times, gradually faster and faster, and then I roar at myself, like I do right after I shoot up each time. “Fuck I’m solid, I’m massive, I’m the shit, ain’t no one who’s bigger or badder than me!” I say to myself in the mirror. Somehow I can tell if Jeff is overhearing me in his room, he’s probably rolling his eyes, but fuck it, you gotta get psyched before the gym or else what’s the fucking point, right?

So I head over to the campus rec center. The gym isn’t too packed at 7 at night, so it’s easy for me to get in and get my work out on. A couple of regulars hit me up, talk up my size, and ask for advice or a spot. I give them a little help when I can, but I toss them one of my cards to hire me to train them if they need more help. Fuck if I’m gonna give away my expertise for free, right? I go through a chest and arm exercise, finish off with some squats, I’m still feeling pretty pumped almost two hours later, so I head over to the cardio shit, not that I need to do cardio, but fuck it, it’s a great way to pick up some numbers for later! And in fact, shortly after I got on the bike, I have this sweet looking honey walk over to me, ask if she can feel my biceps, and she giggled shyly and said how huge it was. Fuck yeah it’s huge, I work this shit all the time, I told her. I work all my muscles, I said to her with a wink. She got the idea, and said, well if you’d like to meet up sometime for drinks, you should call me. Her name was Tamara, not that I gave a shit, I just figured she’d be another easy lay after I finished with Janice tonight. Fuck, speaking of, I need to get home and get ready for my night with Janice.

I leave the gym and get back to the dorm room, Jeff is there playing Xbox in the small living area. “So you got time to go over the notes?” He says. I look at the clock and see I’ve got a half hour before Janice will be over. “Sorry bro, Janice will be here soon, I gotta get ready for our night tonight. We don’t have class until 11 tomorrow, we’ll go over it before class, cool?” “Yeah, whatever. I guess that’s cool.” And he goes back to playing Call of Duty.

I make my way into the shower, vaguely remembering I was here just a few hours ago in Jeff’s body. Then I started thinking about my body and wondering if everything is still going smoothly while I’ve been gone. I almost didn’t remember being anyone but Tony, so it seems the longer I stay in a body, the more I start to take on who they are. I’d have to keep that in mind. So I concentrate hard and in a few seconds, I find myself at home, sitting in front of my TV playing my Xbox before bed like I usually do to unwind from a long day. As far as I can tell, nothing is out of the ordinary, I’m freshly showered, in my bedtime gear, and all my clothes are set aside for tomorrow. Satisfied that everything is fine, I concentrate again and find myself back in Tony’s body in the shower just starting to lather up. Wow, seeing this body naked makes me even more aware just how huge I am all over. I feel myself getting hard, but I quickly smack it down “No no, big Tony, save that for tonight!” I say to my hard cock, giving it a quick playful tug.

I finish up in the shower and walk naked to my bedroom. I really do like being naked, especially since I know it gets Jeff all riled up. Yeah, secretly I knew Jeff was bi, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself – and I’m cool with it, so long as he doesn’t hit on me, but I love teasing him as much as I can, gives me a huge ego boost to know a dude almost my size gets off on my body. I get into my drawers and pull out another tight gray T shirt, get another pair of nice fitting jeans that show off my thighs and ass from the closet, a pair of clean socks, no underwear of course (it only gets in the way), and grab my fancy boots I like to wear when I hit the bars. Just as I finish getting dressed, I hear Jeff let Janice in. Perfect timing! “Yo Tony, Janice is here, you ready?” “Yep, be out in a second!”

I walk out of my bedroom and I see Janice and I’m instantly sprung! She’s wearing this nice little black number, showing off her thighs and cleavage nicely, fucking big ass tits just waiting to bounce along with the rest of her as she rides my dick. I’m pretty sure she can see the outline of my cock in my jeans as it gets harder and harder. I quickly grab a light coat to cover it up, not that I’m embarrassed; I just don’t want to scare her off before I’ve slid my snake in her snatch, right?

So we walk and talk to the bar around the corner from the dorms. A lot of the students go here to get a little tipsy and then take their latest conquest home, which was exactly my plan too. Thankfully Janice wasn’t a student, I’ve found that a lot of them talk to each other, and while none of them complain about my skills in the bed, they all seem to not like that I dump them after I fuck them, but like my old man said, keep them wanting more. So while they’re telling their girlfriends about me being a dog, those same girlfriends are like “Well how was he in bed” “Fucking amazing” they’d say. And so a campus legend was born right in my tight jeans!

We drink a lot, more her than I of course, but not too much, cuz last thing I want is for some bitch to accuse me of rape. After I can tell she’s getting a good buzz going, and she’s feeling up my thighs and biceps as I drink my beer, I decide to take the next step. I play the gentleman and walk her back to my dorm, offer for her to stay over the night on the couch, but they always say, why don’t I crash with you? So I let them, works every time!

It’s probably about 11:30 by now, and Jeff is crashed out, I think, he’s in his room at least with the door closed. As soon as we walk in the dark bedroom, Janice has her hands all over me and is making out with me hardcore, I can help but get sprung to full mast. I undo her top and start massaging her breast, sucking on the nipples, making her moan in ecstasy. I undo her skirt and lick her body all the way down to her juicy pussy. I fucking go to town on that shit, and I eat her out like some porn star pro – keeping in mind as a gay dude, I’d be repulsed by this and never did it in my life, but for Tony, this was as natural as breathing. She rips off my shirt and returns the favor, I do love having my nipples played with, turns me on big time. I look down at her as she undoes my belt and pulls my jeans down as my hard cock springs up almost smacking her in the face. “Holy shit!” She cries, “I didn’t believe the stories, but you really are huge everywhere Tony!” But despite her petite body, her mouth can take a good half of my cock, and what do you know, she’s an expert cock sucker! I can’t believe she’s hitting all the right spots, making me want her more and more.

I kick off my jeans and boots and she kicks off the rest of her clothes and shoes, and we fall on the bed, her on her back and me holding myself up as I put on a condom, and I slowly slide into her tight little pussy. Shit she is really fucking tight, at least for my dick she is. I take my time, pushing in an inch at a time, then pulling it all the way out, then another inch, pulling it out again, then another and another. Soon, I’m all the way inside her, and I can feel her body vibrate with electric anticipation. Between the alcohol and the feeling on her clit, she’s practically high, like she was on drugs. I have to say, the feeling of her pussy around my cock is a huge turn on too. I can remember Tony’s previous conquests and none came close to this feeling right now.

I pump into her faster and faster and she’s moaning louder and louder. She grabs my pillow to cover up some of the noise and I just have to laugh to myself, “Baby, you can be as loud as you want, make the neighbors know how much you want this dick, hell, tell my roommate how much you love me fucking your pussy!” “Oh Tony, yeah, I fucking need that dick baby, oh fuck, it’s so fucking huge, I love you pounding my pussy, pound it harder Tony, faster and harder, oh yeah, oh yeaaaaahhhhhhh!” By this time, I already made her cum about three times in about a half an hour (once when I was eating her out). But I had a shit load of stamina, even though I hadn’t fucked a chick in a week. We kept this up for a good hour, I could tell she was loving it, but was getting worn out, so I figured I better wrap things up. I get myself closer and closer to the edge as she claws my back, I swear she’s drawing blood as deep as she’s scratching me, but that’s another turn on too. Soon I feel myself getting closer and closer, I can’t hold back anymore. “Fuck Janice, oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum baby, here it comes!” And in a few seconds, I feel the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. I had no idea a dude could cum so much and feel so fucking high from having sex! This was fucking incredible and I never wanted it to end.

I pulled out of her when I was spent a good minute or two later, and whipped off the condom, tossing it in the corner. I rolled over and pulled Janice on top of me, holding her in my strong arms and making out with her as we enjoyed the post-sex afterglow. Soon, I could hear her snoring lightly lying across my massive chest as I started to slow my breathing and drift off to sleep myself. I gotta admit, this was one hell of a vacation, and I was starting to think I never wanted it to end! If I got stuck as Tony, I wouldn’t mind that one bit, and why the hell not? I’m huge, I’m hot, and all the chicks want me, what’s not to like? That I’m dumb as shit? Fuck that! Who needs brains when you can get anything you want just by being big and intimidating? Yeah, this was exactly the kind of vacation I needed from my crappy boring life.

February Bonanza

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Caption This (23 Feb)

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“Your neighbour is the man who needs you” (E. Hubbard 1856-1915)

by Nemo

The sound of the door-bell interrupted the two young lovers, just as things were beginning to get interesting. Their quiet Friday night in was proving more exciting than they'd originally anticipated and it was with a small sigh of disappointment, that Matt drew back from Drew and began to sit up. His progress was arrested by Drew's quick reactions. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Matt by his T-shirt drawing him back down for a passionate kiss, before the doorbell rang again and the two men reluctantly parted.

"Coming" Matt yelled as he disentangled himself from Drew, who was making half-hearted playful attempts to keep Matt with him on the sofa, grabbing at Matt's shirt. He extracted himself from his boyfriend's clutches and headed for the door. He stopped a second to check his fly was closed and then opened the door.

He was greeted by the familiar but far from welcoming face of his neighbour, Janice Roberts. Janice had never made any secret of her dislike of having a faggot for a next door neighbour, but had never been blunt enough to say so to Matt's face. Instead she relied on a lifetime's carefully honed skills of put-down's and backstabbing to make her feelings known to the neighbourhood.

"Well hello Mrs. Roberts. How can I help?" Asked Matt. She sniffed audibly and made a small grimace. In her mid-40s but trying to look 10 years younger, she hated anyone suggesting she was getting old, which was why Matt took every opportunity to rub in the fact that he was a good twenty years younger. Since he was only being polite there was no way she could overtly take offence, but they both knew the point Matt was making.

Janice glanced over Matt's shoulder to where Drew was stretched out on the sofa, his shirt half undone, with his washboard abs on display. "I hope I'm not interrupting you and your... friend?" She asked Matt, managing to make the word friend somehow sound synonymous with 'whore'.

Matt forced a smile. "Not at all," he replied "we were just having a quiet night in. But what can I do for you?" he asked.

Janice drew a set of house keys from her clutch bag. "I'm away this weekend to visit my mother. And my husband," again Janice managed to use one word to convey another, this time the word husband sounded like moron "has forgotten his keys and isn't home from work yet. Could you hang on to these until he gets home?" she finished. "If I hang on any longer I'll miss my flight."

"Why sure, Mrs Roberts." said Matt, once again gently stressing the Mrs. "Anything to help a neighbour. Just tell him to call by, when he gets home."

"I'll send him a message to that effect. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going." said Janice as she turned to leave.

"Bye now." said Matt, closing the door on her departing back. He watched her head back inside her own house, lost in thought for a few seconds until he realises Drew had come to  stand beside him and was running his hands over Matt's shoulders. "God she is such a Bitch, I don't understand what her husband sees in her." said Matt as he watched her load her car with her bags.

"Don't be too hard on the guy." said Drew "I hear she's got all the money and has him tied up in some watertight pre-nup." He began to massage Matt's shoulders, digging his fingers firmly into Matt. Matt made small noises of pleasure as Drew's hands worked their way down his back. As his hands moved towards Matt's butt, Drew leant forward and began to nuzzle Matt's neck.

Matt watched as Janice locked up and got in her car. As she pulled the car out, she had a clear view of the two men standing in the window and the look of disgust on her face was barely disguised. Matt raised an arm and waved goodbye, a wide smile on his face. He waited until she was out of sight and then turned to Drew and led him back to the sofa.

"So where were we?" Asked Drew as he laid down on the sofa.

"Wondering why Mike Roberts is still married to that Bitch." replied Matt.

Drew sighed "I told you, it's not as straight forward as it seems. Now can we forget about Mike for now and just concentrate on the two of us?"

Matt sat back and laughed slightly bitterly "Now who's trying to make out things are simpler than they really are?"

Drew sat up. "You really want to do this? Now."

Matt nodded "Yes, now. Janice is away all weekend, if we can't talk about it now, when can we?"

Drew looked like he was going to argue and then he deflated slightly and nodded. "OK, you win."

Drew sat up straight and dug his fingers forcefully into his neck, he pinched and tugged hard for a few seconds before finding the edge he was looking for. He pulled it sharply away from himself and with a gelatinous sound, Drew's entire head and neck came away in his hands.

In it's place was revealed a more mature but no less good looking face. Now with a slight touch of salt and pepper at the temples of his cropped hair and a extra few laughter lines at the corner of his eyes, it was the face of Mike Roberts. Mike sighed and looked down at Drew's empty eyed face in his hands.

Matt reached out and gently took Drew's face out of Mike's hands. He held it up so Mike could see it, "This is not the man I fell in love with." Matt said "You are, Mike." He paused a second and then continued. "Drew was just a shell I made for you to hide inside, so we could be together without fear, but he was never who I wanted to spend my life with, that was you." As he spoke, Matt reached and and stroked Mike's face. It still slightly sticky from the adhesive and sweat and Mike's hair was matted flat, but that didn't bother Matt, as he leant over and kissed Mike. The slight smell of latex might have put another man off, but Matt was used to it from his job as a make-up artist. Truth be told, it got him kind of turned on.

Mike closed his eyes for a few seconds and then as Matt pulled away he opened them with a sigh. "Baby I understand, I really do, but we've been over this. She'll take me for every cent I've got if I ask for a divorce. I know money's not everything, but I've spent the last decade building my business up and she'll destroy it just for the hell of it. You know what she's like. What do you expect me to do?"

Matt looked at Mike for a second and then without saying anything, he reached behind the sofa and pulled out a box about a foot high, wide and deep. He passed it to Mike without saying anything. Mike took the box, a slightly puzzled look in his face. He set the box down on the sofa and opened it. Inside was another mask, but this one was of a face that was horribly familiar. Mike looked with a stunned expression at a perfect replica of Janice's face and looked over at Matt. Matt smiled at him, "You know, I think there might be a way I could get Janice to instruct her attorney to give you a 50:50 split in a divorce". A slow smile, spead across Mike's face as he contemplated a future free from the mistakes of his youth, with the man he loved, the neighbour he needed.

in the army now

I am in a rut, Classes were dragging me down and work was doing just as bad. I hadnt got any girls or guys in a while so I decided to do what all college students do for hookups, craigslist. I posted on there looking for just some fun for either a guy or girl.

A few hours later a guy replied and we started chatting and decided to meet up. His name was Joe and 21. We met up at a bar and started drinking, this bar was close to my condo so it was perfect. After several drinks we were pretty drunk.We started to walk home and were hanging on eachother like best buds. During the walk we went into a wooded area and Joe turned to me and goes "Chris why not just fool around right here and get warmed up on out walk." We walked further into the woods and found an abandoned shack and went inside. It hadnt been used in years and we both tore the others clothes and started in on the other. After about an half an hour we both decided to relax and just lay there. We talked for a long time I told him about my boring life and school, he told me he was in the army and was just home visiting before he gets deployed again to Afghanistan. He was in the military police and was just to patrol the bases and such. I told him his life sounded exciting and I would love to be him and have a life that I could be running around the world. He then said he wished to have a boring life for a while.
We felt something bite both of us at the same time but nothing was around. We figured it was a sign it was getting late and we walked back to my condo. He had a duffel bag with him and said he would leave tomorrow afternoon from my place to head back, he told his family he left earlier today.
When we got to my house we both just passed out in my bed, i didnt even realize how tired I actually was from drinking.

The next morning I heard some noise from my bathroom and thought it was just Joe getting up and maybe getting ready to leave so I rolled over to my other side. Then I felt like someone was shaking me and I woke up to see myself staring at me. "Look I dont know what happened but this is amazing and now we can have the others life" He said excited. "Now you need to get ready and head out to the airport to fly out"

I walked over to the mirror and saw my new body, a body of someone who worked hard to get it and is being deployed to Afghanistan. He then pushed me onto the bed and started sucking me off. I was feeling different feelings in his body, everything was a new experience and being blown by my former body was just crazy to see and arousing. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot and couldnt believe that the new sensations I was feeling.
I decided to go down and see how I would do in his body blowing my former body. I couldnt believe how my body looked and how it reacted to what I was doing.

After we finished I put on my new uniform and looked in the mirror and snapped a photo. I was excited to see my new body and everything. We decided to look for a way to swap back but in 6 months when I would return from Afghanistan from being on active duty there.


I left and headed out. It wasnt long before I got to the base and settled in. I decided to jerk off a little and dream of what is next to come.