SPITTING IMAGE

My uncle Warren was the most powerful man I’d ever met, aside from my father of course. They’d both gone to Harvard and were from old money. They were incredibly confident men. I, on the other hand, was a smaller man with very little confidence. I was twenty-four but looked like I was barely out of high school, and I wanted nothing more than to make my father proud. I wasn’t big or powerful or confident or much of a leader. Why would anybody look up to me when I wasn’t tall enough for anybody to look up to.

Even now, sitting across from my uncle, I felt small and nervous. He was a large masculine man and was respected by everyone. I’d been working in the family corporation for six months now, and I’d accepted my place would forever be in accounting rather than on the top floor with all the other executives.

“How long have you been with us now?” He asked, sitting back in his chair, his suit clinging to his muscular frame.

“Six months and four days,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking as I took a deep breath. “I hope everything’s okay.”

“Of course it is, Alexander. You’ve gone above and beyond and, after speaking to your father, we’ve decided it’s time for you to move up to the top floor,” he said. “If that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“Yes, sir. I would . . . I’d be honored, Uncle.”

“Please, I think it’s time for you to start calling me Warren,” he said. “You’re going to be my special project.”

“That would be amazing, Unc . . . um, Warren.” I took a deep a breath. I was ready for the opportunity and excited that he’d seen how hard I was working.

“I know you’ve always felt out of place,” Warren said, a sincere look on his face as he leaned forward. “And, now that we know you’re more than capable and, honestly, quite a talented businessman, it’s time for you to become who you were meant to be.”

“That sounds amazing, but I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Your father and I haven’t always been so . . . respected and confident, but our family can afford things beyond the typical. I know it sounds odd, but if you want the kind of life I have. The respect. The confidence.” He leaned back again, spread his legs to get comfortable as his hand slid over the crotch of his expensive trousers. “You can have anything and anyone you desire. I can make that happen for you. It’s your birthright . . . if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“Yes.” It came out without thought. “I’ve wanted that my entire life. To be like you and my father . . . I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Good,” he said, smiling. He leaned in, pulled a card from his suit pocket and handed it to me. Go here and Clarence will take care of everything. He’s expecting you and, once you’re finished, come join your father and I at the club tonight. We’ll celebrate.”

He led me to the door and patted me on the back with his large, strong hands. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, but as the door closed behind me, all I could think about was going to THE CLUB with my father and uncle. I always felt out of place at the club, but tried not to be anxious.  

I looked down at the address on the card and before I knew it, I was standing in front of an old barber shop in an odd part of town. I stepped through the front door. I was greeted by a nice man, Clarence, who knew me by name and ushered me into the only barber chair in the place. 

It was strange; a barber shop for one, but it was also very elegant. I sat there, looking at my same small reflection in the mirror. I was small with messy hair and a bowtie and a rust-colored sweater. It was the closest I got to high fashion and, as I said, I looked like a high school kid instead of a Harvard valedictorian.

“So, you’re Jonathan’s boy?” the barber asked, stepping up behind me. “You’re the spitting image of your father and your uncle.”

Clearly, he didn’t know my father because I looked nothing like him. My father was a large, muscular man who looked like my uncle and owned rooms when he entered. We were nothing alike and definitely didn’t favor one another.

“Yes, he and Warren sat in this very chair many years ago. I never forget a face.” Slowly, he ran his hands through my curls and leaned closer. “I was honestly expecting you sooner, but better late than never, right?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” I swallowed hard and looked nervously at my reflection. “So, what are you going to do?”

“I know you’re nervous, but that will subside . . . very soon.” He stepped up to a bar and poured a drink. “You’ve always felt out of place, but that’s about to change.” He turned, handed me a shot glass. “And it all starts with this. Drink up and relax.”

I took the glass and downed the shot. I expected it to burn like whiskey, but it was smooth and warm. I was instantly at ease, the barber starting to massage my scalp as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“What’s happening?” I managed. “I feel . . .”

“Just relax, Mr. Gallager.” Nobody had ever called me that before. I’d only heard people call my father and uncle Mr. Gallager. I was just Alexander, the awkward son and nephew. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, and I did as I was told.

I felt my entire body almost melt into the chair. I’d never felt so calm and at peace, but something strange was also happening. I was hot, almost burning, but it didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable. It felt good. It felt right. I took a deep breath, felt the barber’s hands running over my scalp, whispering into my ear as I felt my clothes getting tighter.

I felt strangely bigger. It felt like my body was swelling. It felt like everything inside and out was growing, getting stronger.

I couldn’t help but moan as I opened my eyes for a moment. I looked down at my body, but something strange was happening.

I was bigger. My chest had expanded and was still expanding with muscle. I looked over at my arms, my biceps swelling. The fabric of my sweater was also changing. It was no longer rust colored and soft. It was grey, striped, luxurious, and perfect. I was now wearing an expensive suit, and I loved how it felt on my muscular frame. I was growing even larger and, even though it felt strange, I knew it was who I was always supposed to be.

I heard the faint buzz of a pair of clippers as I felt small blades vibrating against my scalp. I felt hair falling, felt the barber massaging my bare scalp as the thought of a masculine bald head started to make me hard. My curls were gone, a thick beard sprouting on my squared jaw as I felt my cock throbbed even more. My muscles weren’t the only thing getting bigger, new testosterone filling me up as I reached down to massage my thicker cock. Everything was changing, but it felt natural. It felt normal, everything I was becoming bigger, stronger and more confident.

I felt the barber’s hands move down my chest. I felt a tightness around my neck, a thick tie appearing as my posture changed and I sat up straighter. The barber leaned in, whispered one last time.

“I believe we’re quite done Mr. Gallager,” he said. “You are a new man.”

With those words, my eyes opened. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat as I adjusted my large frame in the barber’s chair. The barber spun me around and I saw my reflection in the mirror.

I was the spitting image of my father and uncle, a true Gallager man. I was broad chested, tall and thick. I’d lost all my hair years ago just like the other men in my family, and I was now working at the company they’d built. I had a new office on the toop floor and could have and own anything and anybody I wanted.

“So, what do you think?” He leaned in, his reflection looking at me from the mirror.

“I think I look perfect,” I said, the deep tone of my voice powerful and strong. “Now,” I said, locking eyes with Clarence. “I don’t think we’re quite done yet, are we Clarence?”

He smiled as I reached down and rubbed my throbbing cock. “No, sir.”

“Make it quick. I have to meet my father and Warren at the club for drinks.” Clarence was on his knees with my cock in his mouth almost immediately. I thrust into him as I held the back of his head firm, pushing him deeper as I stared at myself in the mirror. I reached up with my other hand, caressed my square jaw. My beard was trimmed perfectly. My head was clean shaved, the expensive suit clinging to my muscular frame as I owned Clarence like the alpha I was and had always been.

Loads of my alpha cum shot into Clarence’s mouth and I thrust harder, faster.

“That’s right boy. Swallow every drop.” I thrust harder, unable to take my eyes off my reflection as I came again and again. I was confident, strong. I was a true Gallager man, and I was looking forward to take my place in the family business.

NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened . . . I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. it’s like I’d never existed at all. 

I felt Adam’s memories hit me as all thoughts and fears left when I realized I was late for work. Dammit, I hated being late. I’d heard Adam talk about what a hard ass his boss was and I wasn’t looking forward to explaining WHAT exactly was happening. Not that anybody would believe me. 

I grabbed one of Adam’s tight grey tees and a black cap and ran out the door. I moved through the NY city streets as if I’d been living there forever. My new body was on autopilot and I loved the way it felt. Adam was so big and tight. He also got A LOT more looks than I ever had in my small twink body. I jogged into a familiar office building and went directly to the 55th floor. 

Everybody greeted me, and I oddly knew their names. I even had memories of . . . holy shit, I’d fucked A LOT of people in this office . . . or at least Adam had. 

I stepped up to my boss’s door and knocked. 

“Come in,” he said. I recognized his deep voice and felt something in my pants stir. My new cock . . . Adam’s cock. It was thicker than the one I was used to, pressed against my pants as i stepped in to find Mr. Arnold standing. Damn, he was hot. 

Wait, what was I thinking?

“Um, sorry I’m late. I’ve had an interesting morning,” I said, closing the door behind me. 

“We’ve talked about this Adam.” He sighed, standing and stepping closer. “When you break the rules, you have to pay the price.”

“Is that right?” I felt blood surge through my body. I licked my lips, something inside taking over as I stepped closer. 

“Is that right, what?” He asked. 

“Sir,” I responded . . .  on autopilot. 

Mr. Arnold licked his lips and rubbed his crotch. I glanced down at it and, for the first time in my life, was completely hungry for cock. I wanted it. I could almost taste it, my heart racing and I stepped in, grabbing Mr. Arnold’s tie and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I felt his beard against my face and my cock got even harder. 

Before I knew it, I was on my knees taking his cock like a pro.

It felt so good. So natural. I never realized my brother was into guys too, but everything about this felt right, Mr. Arnold’s long cock teasing the back of my throat as I reached for my own cock and started to jerk off. 

Like I said, I’d never been hungrier. 

NORMAL GUY

Yesterday, I was Maxwell Foster, but most of the people in the office just referred to me as SIR. I was wealthy, handsome, respected and the envy of all my peers. But, I was overworked and tired of being the boss 24/7. It was exhausting to be the one who constantly answered everybody’s questions and told people what to do. The power and money was amazing, but I needed a vacation or a change or something. So, in a moment of sheer annoyance, I wished I could just be a normal guy, somebody with little responsibility who just flew under the radar. 

I didn’t expect anybody to be listening. 

Now, for the last week, I’ve been living the life of Samuel Smith, and he’s just as vanilla as his name. I woke up in his small apartment with inexpensive furniture and off the rack suits. I was thin, balding and had the presence of a wet towel. I was now a junior accountant in the firm and no matter how hard I tried, I was forced to exist with Samuel’s introverted, meek and mostly frightened personality. I went from being the confident man in charge to the worried man who simply wanted to please, and I mean that in every sense. 

Samuel was gay, but in the closet, and I wasn’t able to say no to my boss, Mr. Foster when he called me into his office for meetings and locked the door. I wasn’t able to resist the smell of his expensive cologne, his perfect features and the way he kissed me. He called me Sammy and demanded I call him SIR. It felt familiar and strange, but I never questioned him. I was just a simple accountant who was lucky a man like Maxwell Foster even knew I existed. 

THE POPULAR INTERN

My name is Steve Matheson. I’ve spent the last twenty years working my way up the corporate ladder, pissing a lot of people off along the way. Now, I’m finally in charge. I’m the boss and demand respect. I also work hard on my body. I’m the largest man in the office, a thick wall of muscle, and I take advantage of my intimidating frame. 

I am a man’s man and deserve everything I have, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Being the boss can be lonely and almost nobody in the office likes me. Well, nobody likes me. 

In reality, I could give three fucks what all those pussies think of me. They can suck my my big, rich cock for all I care, but there’s a part of me that wishes . . . I don’t know, that wishes I was more popular . . . no, the most popular man in the office. Don’t I fucking deserve that?

I remember sitting in my leather office chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my hard cock. It was almost time for lunch and a litte me time. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about the hot new intern that just started. She was ripe, and I’d talk her into some alone time in my office before the week was over. That’s one of the perks of being the boss and how could she really say no?

I was sitting there, eyes closed, thinking about it, my hand wrapped around my thick cock as I started to feel dizzy, tired. Before I knew it, I was asleep, my mind wandering as I fetl my entire body beginning to tingle. It was a strange sensation as I drifted into a dream. It was a strange. I was walking through the office, but people looked at me differently. They smiled and said hello, but there weren’t any hot new interns or women at any of the desks. They were all men and, as strange as it sounds, I was just as attracted to them. But, it was just a dream. I wasn’t one of those faggots. 

The next thing I knew, somebody was shaking me awake. 

LEATHERMANS FIRM

I'd started working at the firm about a month ago. I was kind of shocked when I got the job because I didn't, well, I really didn't fit in with the other men that worked there. They were all very fit, wore tight shirts and fine leather braces, etc. It was definitely a CLUB of sorts, but even though I'd been welcomed with incredible grace, I still felt a bit out of place.

It was time for my thirty day review, and I walked into my boss, Mr. Parker's, office. He was just as buff as the other men, his tight shirt strained by his physique. You could see every muscle, the tight leather braces giving his whole look a naughty flair. Some days it was hard working in an environment with so many good looking men...well, so many insanely good looking men.

"Jackson," Mr. Parker said. "It's so good to see you." Mr. Parker was always very kind, the type of man you were drawn to and the kind of man all men strived to be. "Please, have a seat." He motioned to a leather chair across from his desk and turned to face me, a calm look making him look even sexier than usual with his thick mustache.

"Thank you," I managed, feeling very small in his presence. I wasn't buff like the other men at the firm. I was shorter and thin, but I loved the work and wanted to make a difference.

SOMETHING SCARY PART II

It had been two weeks since I’d given Grant the body suit and “costume” that changed him into the new, more strict Gary. Now, he liked to smoke cigars and was more a southern redneck with a thick mustache and deep voice, but nobody in the office seemed to notice the change. It was like it had always been this way and, even though Gary was more strict than Grant, he was also really good at taking care of me and then there was the fucking. Jesus, Gary knew how to use that huge new cock of his and when the shop owner told me the it was a SPECIAL costume shop, I never knew EXACTLY what they meant until Grant changed. He was my Daddy now, and he knew how to take care of me. I honestly never expected to love my job so much and didn’t feel like it could get any better … until Gary asked me to come in on a Saturday.

I stood in front of the mirror in the employee bathroom and made sure I was perfect for him. He loved my hair slicked back and I was wearing the blue tie he’d given me last week. I loved taking care of myself for Daddy. I knew he’d appreciate it and when daddy was happy, he made me even happier.

SOMETHING SCARY

Grant was an asshole. It was a reputation he enjoyed and had even worked hard to achieve. Everybody in the office hated him. He treated women like objects and everybody else like secondhand citizens. He even found great pleasure in giving me shit for being gay, even groping me once and then telling me THAT would never happen because he just wasn’t into fags. I’d been his assistant for seven months and had “broken the record” as far as surviving. All those before me had been women, all quitting after filing harassment claims that went nowhere because the company cared more about the money Grant brought in than treating people like decent human beings.

Unfortunately Grant was about to have a very bad day.

FORCED CHANGE . . . PART 2

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OFFICE SWAP

Gavin Danvers was a cocky new guy at the office. I’d hired him about a month ago to be one of new lead salesmen. He was young, everybody loved him and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly sexy. Unfortunately for me, he was straight as an arrow and, even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d give me a second look. I was pushing fifty and well past my prime. But, I didn’t hire Gavin to play with. I hired Gavin to become.

As soon as he entered my office with his perfect, All-American looks and cute smile, I knew he was the one. I’d had the spell for about half a year and was planning on using it when the time was right. I also wanted to make sure I found a new body and life that I’d enjoy living. This was a one-way trip so it had to be the right body and person. Of course, I’d be lying if I said the very thought of becoming Gavin didn’t drive me crazy.

I went a few months getting to know him, going out for drinks and watching him. The way he spoke to people. The way he used those good looks to take charge and get what he wanted. After a while, I started to have second thoughts. Gavin wasn’t a bad guy, but it wasn’t about punishing somebody. This was about me and what I wanted. Gavin didn’t have a choice in the matter and, as we hung out at the bar, I dropped the powder that would enact the spell. I then watched Gavin drink it down and wondered what it would feel like to be in that body when I woke up the next morning. I was going to be Gavin Danvers, and he was going to become me.

BEING WILLIAM

You’ve always desired to have the ability to CHANGE, to become someone other than who you are. We’ve all fantasized about it. We’ve all wondered what it would feel like to live in another man’s skin, to feel another man’s clothes on a foreign body, to hear a stranger’s voice leave your mouth. And, especially, to see a new reflection in the mirror and wonder WHO he is and what it would feel like to walk in his shoes … to live his life.  But today, this desire will come true. It already has.

You find yourself standing in a strange place. It looks to be some kind of men’s store, suits lining the racks around you as you look down at your body. It’s very different than the one you’re used to. You find a perfectly tailored suit. You’re tall, fit. You look at your hands. Strong, well-manicured. You’re not quite sure who or where you are, but soon find a mirror on a nearby wall and see your reflection for the first time.

It’s unlike anything else to see yourself for the first time … in this new body. You’re in your early thirties with a perfect haircut and ice blue eyes. You’re quite handsome and can’t help but move your hands to your unfamiliar face … to prove to yourself that this IS you now. You’re dashing. That’s the word that comes to mind as you rub your shortly trimmed beard, your full lips smirking as you wonder what you look like OUT of these clothes.

UNCLE TREVOR

Forced Change...Part 1.

MY NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened … I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. It’s like I’d never existed at all.

ALAN'S LESSON

Alan was one of the most self-absorbed people I’d ever met. He spent his days giving orders to others and giving little thought to how it affected their lives, and he loved belittling those beneath him. He was a privileged prick and, even though I tried to stay out of the lives of humans, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make a few changes. It was in my Jin nature to mix things up a bit, and I felt Alan needed a little shake up in his life. I’d make sure he enjoyed it.

MR. CLARK

His name was Clark. I’d been watching him for quite some time and it’s easy to see why. He worked hard on his body and had an undeniable charisma that attracted me from the day I saw him at the gym. Of course, he couldn’t see me, but I watched him for a week or so, followed him through his days at the company. He was a player. With the ladies. With the men at work. He did whatever he had to do to climb that corporate ladder and had more drive to be wealthy and successful than anybody else. So, I decided to have a little fun … why not?

That’s what Masters do.

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.

SWAPPER PART TWO

READ PART ONE HERE

I'd lived in Rick's body for two days, including a full night of bars and debauchery which concluded with, let's say a nice male on male on female orgy at my new place. This new body had stamina and I was enjoying every moment, but I was beginning to get curious what it would feel like to swap again, what it would feel like to be in somebody else's body. 

The next morning, I called Alex from work and told him to meet me at the office. I asked that he wear a suit because we might have to go to dinner with a client and wanted him to be prepared. Of course, it was all bullshit. I just loved the way he looked in a suit and if I was going to move into his body, I wanted to know what it felt like. It sounds crazy, but I think I really get off on FEELING the fabric against my skin and even the tightness of a tie around my neck. Rick was my first swap, but I remember what it was like when I entered his body, feeling that suit hanging off his muscular frame. There was something insanely sexy about it and, being in Rick's body, I knew he had a thing for Alex. As soon as I left Rick and became Alex, I knew Rick wouldn't miss his opportunity to fuck Alex . . . to fuck me in Alex's body. The thought alone made me hard and that's how Alex found me when he entered my office . . . legs spread in my nicest suit, my dick hard as a rock. Yeah, Rick would be fucking Alex for sure. 

OFFICE WHORE

I’d been an intern for about six months at one of the largest law firms in the country, and I was a damn hard worker. Graduated from Harvard, top of my class. Professional. Achieved every benchmark put in front of me. My future was bright and I was climbing the ladder exactly as I’d planned. That’s until Dominique Marcum found out I was gay.