CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

BRO

From TRAVIS THE DEMON, a blog I loved and miss quite a lot. Please message me, Travis!

RESPECTED ALPHA

Parker stared at himself in the mirror. So different. 

Last year, he was one of the nerds, one of the kids the football team made fun of. It was a nightmare, and he hated his life. But, this summer, he finally hit his growth spurt. It was late, but he filled out, and when he started his senior year people barely recognized him. No braces. Contacts. He went from skinny D&D player to Abercrombie jock.

He joined the football team and, before he knew it, he was hanging with the cool kids. He was the one shoving his old friends in lockers and making their lives hell. HE was an alpha and loved every minute, but now, standing there, staring at his reflection in the mirror . . . Parker knew it was all fake. He was still the smallest guy on the team and even though he’d done horrible things to his old friends and fucked more cheerleaders than he could ever imagine, they still didn’t respect him…and that’s all he really wanted. 

“It’s what I deserve,” he whispered. 

I stepped from the shadows behind him. “Is it?” I asked, a calm smile easing over my face. Parker turned, shocked to see a stranger in the locker room.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m here to help you, Parker.” The sounds of my voice instantly calmed him; one of my many gifts. “Is it what you truly desire?”

FREAKY FRIDAY

Derek had been complaining lately about how I just didn’t understand him and how he tried

so hard to be everything I wanted, but I never truly appreciated it and just wanted to fuck all

the time. Of course, I thought he was crazy. I told him to get over it and just be happy he had

such a hot bear boyfriend like me to come home to every night and to do what he was told.

It wasn’t like things were going to change. 

That’s what I thought until I woke up this morning in Derek’s body. Friday the 13th, an unlucky

day. At first, I was shocked to see Derek’s little twink face staring back at me in the mirror.

There wasn’t a hair on his thin body, and I was pissed at first, but then I started to enjoy how

light and clean I felt. I was so smooth and my nipples were pink and so sensitive. I started to

feel submissive. All I really wanted was to look good for my Bear Daddy. That’s when I got the

text. 

COACH ESKEW

I never thought I’d ever know what it felt like to be a REAL MAN. I was just an awkward teenager who couldn’t build muscle if I tried, and I had . . . trust me. It was also hard being the kid who was picked on all the time. Not only by the jocks and other bigger guys, but by the PE teachers and coaches as well. One in particular, Coach Eskew, loved to give me a hard time. He was always pushing me to do better and try harder. There was a part of me that hated him, but another part of me that wanted to know what it felt like to be a cocky, alpha male like Coach Eskew.

REQUEST : FOR MY BOYFRIEND

I stared into the mirror and no longer saw my own reflection. The thin guy with glasses was gone and now, standing in front of me, was my boyfriend's ex, Chris. I'd heard stories about him and even though my boyfriend loved me, I knew I could never stand up to what I'd heard of Chris. Now, standing there looking at his smooth, perfect skin, soft lips and completely ripped body, I could see why my boyfriend was so enamored. Then, I got a glimpse at my new cock. Chris definitely had me beat there. Like I said, I was pretty average . . . at least I used to be before I cast the spell to BECOME my boyfriend's greatest fantasy. I never dreamed that fantasy would be Chris, but I wasn't complaining. I looked like an Asian wet dream and couldn't wait for my boyfriend to get home so I could give him what he truly wanted and, let's be real, I couldn't wait to fuck him in this body. 

NEW POINT OF VIEW

I was having another wet dream, but when I opened my eyes I was leaning over another man. I was looking down at a body that wasn't mine as this guy stroked my cock. I was muscular and hairy, a far cry from the middle-aged banker I normally was. I couldn't tell what I looked like, but felt my muscles tense as he stroked my cock, my deep voice rumbling from within as I reached for his ass with furry arms and large, strong hands. I wasn't sure what I looked like or who I was, but this guy worked out. I felt incredible. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM

My mom spent her entire life making sure I was safe and pretty much gave up everything so I could have a great childhood. I guess you could say I was a total "mama's boy." We'd been joined at the hip since I was a kid. I mean, if I'm being honest, I'd never even been on a date and wasn't that great looking. Hell, I didn't even know what to do with a girl much less how to get one.

BACK ON THE TEAM

When I wished to be young again, back on the college football team, this IS NOT what I had in mind. I'm not the quarterback I was twenty years ago. Instead, I'm the guy servicing the quarterback and the worst part is . . . I'm starting to like it. 

STRAIGHTEN UP

Not bad, right? This is a pic from last night's party and I fucking had a blast. Thing is, this isn't my body. Well, it is now, but that guy in the pic is my brother, Brody. He was a giant fag. He always had been, but not many people knew about it and, quite honestly, it disgusted me. It was even worse when he entered the Army. It was a total charade and don't get me started on the whole ask don't tell thing.

SISTER TIME

Me and my sister had grown farther apart since she left for college. I was still stuck in high school, a nerdy geek, while she was living in a sorority house partying every weekend over two hundred miles away. I missed the relationship we used to have when she lived at home. Nobody understood me the way she did, but when I made the wish to be closer to her again I never imagined what would happen.

AVOIDING GYM CLASS

     Nobody really remembers what it's like to be a kid, to be small and weak. Even worse, being an almost invisible kid in eighth grade. I say invisible because it would be BETTER to be invisible instead of picked on every single day by Jimmy Messenger. He's the jerk that's been tormenting me since the fifth grade.

     I'd told my dad how it felt, but he said things would get better and that I needed to stop looking at all the negatives and try to concentrate on the positives. It was easy for him because he was an adult. He was past the shit part and, honestly, he'd never had a bad day in his life. He was the guy that everybody loved. Had an awesome job, good looking, tall and respected. And don't get me started on my hot step mom. Let's just say I didn't get his jackpot DNA. It sucked and he had ZERO clue what it was like being unpopular. He'd never known a day of unpopular in his life.

     I sat in the bathroom during gym class, trying to avoid the fact that just beyond the doors awaited Jimmie. Gym was always the worst. I was small for my age, had barely hit puberty and let's just say the locker room wasn't my friend. I still had lingering PTSD from the last wedgie Jimmie had inflicted on me, and I knew it wouldn't be my last. 

     Sitting there, I wondered what my dad was doing at that very moment. I hadn't seen him in a week, but he was supposed to pick me up for school this afternoon for the weekend. He was probably at some awesome client lunch or cruising around in his Tesla. I wish I could be more like him. I'd never wanted anything more in my life.

     I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like if I were him. What would it be like to skip all the BS of junior high and high school and just BE an adult with everything. I took a deep breath and it was strange, my body tingled and I felt a little dizzy, but focused on the air moving in and out of my lungs. It passed pretty quickly, but I felt off somehow, almost heavier if that makes sense. It didn't matter though. No amount of wishful thinking was going to help me get out of gym class. It was time to face Jimmie Messenger and get today's trauma out of the way. 

     I opened my eyes with a sigh, but was shocked by what I found. Yeah, I was still in a bathroom, but it wasn't a gym stall. It was white tile and modern. Confused, I glanced around the room, standing. That's when I realized I was MUCH taller and NOT in my own body anymore. I was wearing a navy suit and staggered back to see my reflection in the mirror, but it wasn't me . . . it was my dad, and he looked incredibly shocked. 

     Glancing down, I saw his dick hanging out of his pants and, at first, I looked away, but couldn't help looking back up at it.

THE REAL CAPTAIN

 

            
          The first time I saw Drill Sergeant Cooper I knew boot camp was going to be hell. Yeah, I’d expected it, but when he stepped onto the bus and started screaming at us in his deep, southern voice I started to second guess my dream of becoming a Marine. As expected, the next few months of my life were a living hell. I considered dropping out more times than I could count. It wasn’t that I was afraid or couldn’t take the pressure, but the fact was I'd never be as big as the other guys. . . no matter how hard I tried.

THE CHANGE

My name’s Derek and I have a good life. I’ve got a sweet job doing animation for video games and pretty much live on my Xbox. I play all night, wake up, go to work and play all day and then come home . . . repeat. It’s kind of awesome, but I don’t have much of a social life. It’s something I’ve come to accept, and I’m okay with it. Yeah, I’ve never had sex and I’m twenty-seven, but what’s the point? I didn’t really hit the genetic jackpot when it came to looks, and I WAS NOT great with women. Don’t have a lot of self-confidence and mostly feel like a piece of shit all the time.

Guess I can thank my dad for that. It’s all I heard growing up, how worthless I was, how I’d never amount to anything. Dad was an asshole, and I’ve accepted that I’ll spend the rest of my life deprogramming myself and most likely masturbating myself into oblivion.

REX

 

Randy was born with the genetic make-up of a loser. He was a tiny, freckled ginger that stood out in a crowd . . . but not in a good way. He’d never been on a date and often fantasized what it would be like to be HUGE and MASCULINE. What would it be like to take control and have any man he wanted? It sucked, but he’d given into his fate a long time ago. He’d just masturbate himself to oblivion and be lonely forever.

SECOND CHANCE

I’d been teaching for over twenty years. I’d gone through a wife. A full head of hair and had a couple of kids who more hated me than treated me like their father. It wasn’t the life I’d dreamed of when I left college. I thought I was going to change the world, but I was an idiot. A teacher. What the hell was I thinking? I should have done something more, I don’t know . . . exceptional, fun? But it was too late.

I sat at my desk, the room quiet as I watched my high school class finish a pop quiz I’d sprung on them at the last minute. Honestly, it made me happy to mess with their perfect little lives. I looked up, Jeremy Goldstone covering his paper so the jocks couldn’t cheat off him. This kid was your typical High School train wreck. Brilliant. Awkward. Class President mostly because nobody else wanted to be, and he had no idea what to do with the girls . . . not that any had any interest. He acted like a mini-adult, wore ties and made straight A’s. He was a lock for Valedictorian and living at the bottom of the high school food chain. It was a story I’d seen play out a hundred times, and even though he had ZERO clue right now, he’d grow out of his awkward looks and become a handsome rock star in college. I envied him and all things he had ahead of him.