Tuesday, June 20, 2017

ANNIVERSARY NIGHT


When I agreed to swap bodies with my dad on his Anniversary Night for a new car, it seemed like an INCREDIBLE deal. I mean, come on, it wasn't like body swaps were even possible and, even if they were, I'd just dress up in one of my dad's nicest suits, take my mom out for a nice dinner and come home and pass out in his chair like he does every night. No big deal.

Then, the swap happened. I found myself standing in front of my dad's bedroom mirror getting dressed in his nicest suit, putting on my mom's favorite tie and thinking about the dinner reservations. It was strange standing there in my dad's body, almost like looking at an older version of myself. He was handsome, and it would be fun throwing his plastic around for the night and buying whatever I wanted and drinking and smoking and all the fun shit he got to do as a full blown adult.

As the night went on, I slowly realized something . . . I wasn't in complete control. It was as if my dad's body did what it was supposed to as opposed to what I wanted. I found myself making out with my mom in the back of an UBER. I found myself massaging her pussy with my hands, screaming inside as my dad's body kept digging deeper as my mom begged for more in my ear.

When we got home, she had my clothes off within minutes and I found myself fucking my mom like a boss and wanting to die inside as I looked down at her writhing body beneath me. I thrust my dad's cock in and out as I grabbed her legs and spread her even farther. I couldn't stop as much as I wanted to. I couldn't look away or pretend it wasn't happening as she screamed in ecstasy.

This IS NOT what I thought was going to happen, and all I wanted was for it to end . . . but she just kept begging for more and my dad's body kept giving it to her.
SHIT! This Anniversary Night was NEVER going to end.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

SOLDIER



We were visiting my brother, Grant, at the military base. I mean I wasn’t “visiting.” I didn’t have a choice. I was sixteen and still in high school and was forced to do whatever my parents told me. I had ZERO desire to visit my brother. He was a dick in high school, and he was an even bigger dick now that he was a Marine . . . if that’s possible. The word MEAT HEAD JOCK described him perfectly and now that his hair was all shaved and he had a uniform, it was even worse. 

All he talked about was how strong he was and how much it meant to him to be a Marine and, of course, when my parents weren’t around he treated me like hammered shit. He’d make fun of me for being so small and nerdy and the fact that I was gay didn’t help either. He’d once caught me making out with a guy in my room and, after that, I’d never heard the end of it. Yeah, there was a part of me that wished I could be closer to him . . . that we could be more like brothers than enemies, but I just didn’t see that happening. He was an asshole jar head and that wasn’t going to change.

Friday, March 31, 2017

LOVED


When I posted on his page, I asked Master Grey to transform me. I was a thin black kid who was tired of being alone and had always dreamed of being a white man. It's not that I hated being black or anything, but the fantasy of being a white man truly turned me on. So, when asked, I simply said that I wanted to be a white man and I wanted to be loved.  

When I got the response from Master Grey, all it said was  . . . request granted. As I read the words, I began to feel a bit light headed, almost as if reading the words themselves somehow set everything in motion. My entire body ached as I felt a sudden weight pour over me, my thin frame becoming heavier and more muscular . . . fatter and WHITE. I was getting paler with every passing second, my chest swelling into a pair of man tits with supple round nipples and  . . . what? Grey hair? I saw a tattoo etch over the top of my chest as I stumbled to the bathroom mirror in time to see my hair begin to recede and turn form black to grey. I continued to grow bigger as my belly grew and I ran my hands over it. It was absolutely amazing, the feeling of fat moving over my body as I smiled up at my reflection to find a white beard filling in across my face. My large, plump lips thinned as I watched my eyes shift from deep brown to blue. I felt earrings appear as a thick, silver chain suddenly fell around my neck. Then, as if in an instant, I stared back at my new reflection. I was now a large, older white bear and, glancing down at my cock. I was impressed with how thick it was and it grew harder with every second. Shaking my head, I wondered why. Why THIS white guy instead of some hot young college jock? Then, a set of new memories filtered into my mind. 

My name was now Wayne and, as I continued to stare at my reflection, I saw my husband step in behind me. His name was Jackson. He was a much younger chub with a dark buzz cut and, damn, he loved his daddy more than anything . . . and I loved him. 

A smile crept over my face as he stepped up behind me, kissing my neck.

"You ready to play, daddy?" I smiled back at him, turning and kissing him hard. It felt so right.my cock rubbing against him as we moved to the bedroom and he slowly started to suck on one of my full man tits. It was unlike anything I'd every experienced, his lips drifting over my old white nipples as I moaned and reached for his head. Damn, I love Jackson and suddenly realized that this is EXACTLY what I wanted. Master Grey knew what to do. I should have never doubted him.

Perhaps you should let him transform you?


Saturday, March 25, 2017

PERFECT RELATIONSHIP.


My girlfriend and I had a huge fight last night. She was angry because I’d been hanging out with the guys too much and she felt like I didn’t appreciate her at all and felt like we were just fuck buddies more than anything else. I told her that she just didn’t understand what it was like to be a guy and she said I didn’t understand what it was like to just be some kind of plaything. I guess somebody was listening . . . because when we woke up this morning, things were very different. 

Saturday, March 18, 2017

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...


When I'd wished to swap bodies with my dad, I never expected to wake up tied to a wall naked. A man was standing in front of me in nothing more than a black Speedo, reaching in with a smirk and twisting my new nipples as I looked down to see my dad's cock get harder.

"Please. You don't understand. I'm not who you think I am," I said in my dad's deep voice as the handsome man twisted my nipples harder. My new body reacted. Holy shit it felt good.

"I like that," he said. "Who do you want ME to be?" He smiled as he leaned in and kissed me hard. It was strange, his tongue moving past my dad's mustache and into my mouth and I found my dad's body reacting again, almost on autopilot as I slid my tongue into his mouth and kissed him back. My dick was even harder now as he moved his hands over my nipples.

"Now we're going to play," he whispered and as confused as I was I didn't want to fight it any more. All I could do was whisper . . .

"Yes, Sir."

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

BETTER MAN


I loved my sister, but I loved her boyfriend even more. He was pretty much perfection and I often fantasized about what it would be like to be him, what I could do if I were him. Yeah, he was straight and I wasn't, but if I WERE him things would be much different. That's when I started investigating to see if such a thing were possible. I ended up at a magic shop during a trip to New Orleans and purchased a spell and, long story short, I woke up in his body last week.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

PERFECT GUYS


When we made the wish, the genie warned us that things were going to change and that the only rule was that we could never touch one another sexually or things would change even more. We didn't see that as a problem since we were both INCREDIBLY straight and had nothing on our minds but banging women. Hard part was that we were total, skinny nerds who women never gave a second look. So, we made the wish to be PERFECT GUYS and in an instant . . . we were. Muscular. Handsome. My friend Todd even had cute blonde hair now and a rock hard body that, man, he was gorgeous and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Looking down at his shorts I could tell he was feeling something too. That's when we realized we were fucking gay. SHIT.

NEW RACE


This is what I looked like yesterday; a typical small white guy. In a word, average, and I was tired of it. I wanted to be anything other than me, but the thought of becoming a different race or really ANYTHING more interesting than just me was a huge fantasy of mine and this morning, I woke up and everything was different.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

YOUNG EXECUTIVE


My name is Daniel, and I'd been working in the same office for the last ten years, I'd always dreamed of having a big corporate job and being an executive, but I didn't really fit in with the other guys. They were a bit younger, more handsome and alpha than I'd even been or would be. I was just a shy, very introverted chubby guy who ate lunch alone everyday, wondering what it would be like to be one of those hotshot executives with perfectly tailored suits and gym bodies. If I was like that, one of those guys, maybe Allen would give me more than a pitiful look when we happened to run across each other in the break room. Allen was a new transfer from the west coast office and he was incredibly handsome . . . and out of my league. I could tell he was gay, but knew he'd never give me a second glance. I just wish . . . I don't know, that I could be the type of young executive that would take control . . . the kind of young exec that Allen would do anything to be with.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

POWERLESS


Andres. Your request truly touched me. You're tired of being looked down on because of the way you look, made fun of because of your Hispanic accent. You're tired of being a young man with little to no respect. You're tired of feeling powerless. 

As you sleep right now, I'm hovering over you, looking down at the handsome man you are even though you don't believe it. I feel you're beautiful the way you are, but as I said, your request touched me, and I want to make sure you never feel this way again. 

BECOMING DOUMIT GHANEM


When you went to bed, you were a twenty-year-old Engineering student. Already quite athletic, you couldn't seem to put on any true muscle and fantasized about being completely ripped, but not in a jock kind of way . . . in a professional body builder kind of way. 

You went to bed, never imagining such a thing could happen, never realizing that perhaps Master Grey was listening, and when you awoke, you found your world VERY different. Your vanilla apartment was gone and your surroundings were more exotic. Argentina suddenly came to mind and you suddenly realized that you were, in fact, home. That's when you started to put the pieces together. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE FOR JAMES


You wanted to be slightly heavy set. Salt and pepper. Settled into your early fifties body. Mature and masculine. Your wish is my command, but I decided to have a little fun with you . . . I decided that you should receive all these things, but in a very different way. You're not what you may have expected. I've transformed you into an English Gentleman. You're no longer James. You're Victor Chapman, and I think you're going to quite like what you find as you step in front of the mirror. 

Monday, January 2, 2017

BECOMING DEAN GEYER FOR NEW YEARS PART 2


Normally, when I transform others I simply move on and let them enjoy their new lives. But, this time, I became a part of the fantasy. I'd transformed myself into Darren Criss. Dean and I were together for New Years. Two handsome, young men in their prime who were madly in love. As we left the New Year's party I could barely take my eyes off him in his perfectly tailored tux. God, he was so fucking handsome and when he touched me it lit everything inside on fire. 

We drove home and he was all over me as soon as the front door closed. He slid his hands into my coat, moved it down my back. Lower, his fingers teased the edge of my pants. I felt his hand slide into them, move over my ass as he pulled me closer, his eyes never leaving mine. Those flawless eyes. I'd never felt this way before. Maybe I'd gone too far this time. Maybe toying with reality and transforming people was a mistake. He licked his lips, and could barely breathe as his other hand drifted gently behind my neck. He pulled me in and our lips touched, his tongue sliding in to touch mine as they danced momentarily. I could feel his breath against my face as he kissed me harder and I kissed him back.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

PERSONAL COACH


You've always dreamed of being a different kind of man. That's why you didn't recognize your surroundings when you awoke this morning. You didn't recognize the muscular body, what it felt like to have huge biceps and and ripped abs. Glancing down, you noticed the perfectly manicured beard and realized you weren't Bradly anymore. You were Parker, your online coach. You'd always wondered what it would feel like to have that life. A wife who adored you. A respected gym owner who looked more like a god than a man. 

Hearing the shower running in the bathroom you started to ease out of bed, your cock growing hard at the though of your wife moving her hands over her wet body. As you moved toward the steamy room, you dropped your underwear to reveal a cock Bradly could only imagine. Like I said, more god than man. As you entered, you saw your wife standing there naked, her perfect curves making you even harder if that was possible. She heard you and turned with a smile. She then glanced down at your massive boner.

BECOMING DEAN GEYER FOR NEW YEARS


When you asked to swap bodies with Dean Geyer, I did as you requested. You suddenly found yourself at a posh LA New Year's party in a fitted crimson tux waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Of course, on New Years, you always want somebody to kiss at the end of the night and, being the kind and giving Master I am . . . I decided to help you out . . .


I swapped myself with Darren Chris. I have to say I look great in my own tux and we look incredibly handsome together. Oh yeah, I also played around with reality a bit. I guess the rumors are true. Dean Geyer . . . or more clearly you . . . are gay, and I'm your New Years date, but I can almost guarantee we're going to have fun a little later. Especially the way you're looking at me, the way you touch me. 

The clock's counting down and we're close. Finally it strikes twelve. You pull me into a passionate kiss and I have to say, Dean, it's one of the best I've ever experienced. Your lips are incredibly soft and the way you hold me. Perfection. I can't wait to ring in the new year with you and see where this leads. What do you say? Want to head to my place?

JAMES 2017 BODY SWAP


When he'd requested a swap with a mature, salt and pepper, heavier guy I thought I'd give James a bit more than he'd requested, especially when he told me that he loved the sensation of that first look in a mirror at his new body.

I can only imagine the look on his face when he found Tony staring back at him in the mirror. His short, thick bear body, bald and hairy and incredibly different than James' younger 6'1" frame. The way the leather felt against his tan skin turned him on as he pulled out his camera and took a pic. He couldn't help himself, his thick cock getting hard as the leather pressed against him. 

He's going to be even more surprised when he looks in that g-string and finds his piercing. Enjoy the new year, Tony.

JO'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION


Just one year. That's all he wanted. A complete change of life and scenery. Somebody entirely different . . . for one year.

That's what he'd asked for and that's exactly what he got. Jo or JOEY, was now a complete joke, a small town high school dropout who weighed a good 350 lbs. He was only twenty-one, delivered pizzas at night, ate pizzas for dinner and enjoyed cock for dessert. He loved it and found out that he was not only a fat loser, but also an incredibly horny bottom slut. Joey couldn't get enough and was on his knees for pretty much anybody who asked. He was as pathetic as he was short and wide, but his large belly and small dick turned him on. He loved it when the older men teased his soft pink nipples and made him obey.

Joey wanted a completely different life for inspiration, but all he could think about was food and cock. God he loved being this pathetic and was somehow disappointed that it would only be for a year. 

JOE'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION


The changes weren't always painful, but when they were so severe and the body shifted so drastically, the pain had to be expected.

Joe convulsed on the floor, in the middle of his transformation on New Year's morning. He heard his bones cracking, his skin pulling tight as he grew to a tall 6 ft 6. His feet expanded, stretching to a large 14.5 and he screamed, muscles twisting and swelling. His voice grew deeper as a thick, well-trimmed beard filled in on his square jaw. Looking down at his hands, he saw his fingers expanding, thickening like every part of him . . . EVERY part of him, his now massive cock throbbing against his leg as his body convulsed one last time. It was finally over. The NEW Joe sat up, looking down at his hulking body. He was built like a lumberjack. Solid muscle under a layer of fat and strong, meaty arms that had seen more labor in a year than most do in a lifetime.  

He cleared his throat, his voice now MUCH deeper and raspy as he reached up and stroked his thick beard. He stood, everything around him feeling strange yet familiar. He found one of his jockstraps lying on the floor nearby. He slid it on, remembering it was the only thing that kept his large cock in place. Pulling on a tight white tee, he got a whiff of his masculine scent, remembering how much women loved the way he smelled and how it drove men crazy. The thought of both made him hard and he started to formulate a plan on getting a threeway together for New Years Day. Nothing like pounding a hot chick while getting rimmed by a pup. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled on a pair of well worn jeans, thick socks and a pair of old work boots. 

Adjusting himself one more time, he glanced in the mirror as he popped a cigar in his mouth. He was a huge, gorgeous man. Every woman's fantasy and every twink's wet dream. Yeah, this would work, he thought. Now to hit the town to find the perfect duo to start 2017 out right.

SAM'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION


When he closed his eyes, Sam made a wish to be someone different when he awoke in 2017. He wanted to be desired, taken care of. He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved completely. When he opened his eyes this morning, there was a handsome stranger lying in bed beside him. Looking down at his own body, he found something completely different. Muscles and tight abs. Tattoos across thick pecs and hard nipples.

"Happy New Year, Travis," the man lying beside him said. Sam turned to find him lying there with a warm, almost familiar smile. The man leaned in and gave Sam (or Travis) a deep, passionate kiss. "How do you feel about getting the new year started right?" He licked his lips and before Travis knew it, he was lying on the floor, legs raised as this man . . . his husband, Jeffrey . . . went down on him. It was incredible and slowly all memories of Sam drifted farther away as Jeffrey showed Travis what his new life would involve.