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.

LIKE MY BROTHER

 "What the hell did you do to me?" I asked, staring into the mirror at some skinny dude dressed up like he was going to some kind of reenactment shit.

"I gave you what you wished for," the genie said, crossing his arms and about to zap out.

"Wait, this is not . . . I wished that I was a Marine like my brother. This is not that."

"No, no . . . you said you wished you were a Marine and now you are. You're just a Marine in 1776, and a quite handsome one at that. Corporal William Daughtry is very popular with his commanding officer."

"What does that mean?"

"Why don't you look over at that handsome soldier across camp. The one with the piercing eyes and muscular everything." The genie nodded across the camp, tents lining muddy ravines as other guys like me, I guess,  were congregating. Then I saw the chap the genie was speaking of. He was dashing.

"Why, he looks most dapper," I said, catching myself as my accent shifted into something not quite American. "What? I'm British? I'm not even American? What have you done, and..." My eyes wandered over the soldier in his flawless uniform, and I swallowed hard as he looked at me with a hungry smile and reached for his crotch, rubbing it as he licked his lips. I was immediately hard. "Well, shite. I'm a fancy, aren't I?"

"You are quite fancy," the genie smiled. "Glad I could make all your wishes come true. I'll come back and check on you in a few weeks or months. Who knows? Enjoy!" He winked before disappearing in a cloud of green smoke as the soldier from across the way approached.

"Good day, Corporal Daughtry," he said, smiling as I got even harder. Fuck, I wanted his beautiful British cock inside me so bad.

"Doing quite well, Sir. Is there anything I can do for you today, Sir?" I reached for my own crotch and winked at him.

"I do have some maps that need attendance in my tent."

"Is that an order, Sir?" I asked, my accent almost feeling natural to me now.

"It is."

"Of course, Sir. Quite happy to oblige, as always." I followed my commanding officer to his tent and five minutes later, I was bent over his desk taking him deep, following orders like the proper Marine I was.

THE PERFECT WISH

It felt horrible not being able to kiss Anthony on such an important day at such an important moment. We were at his police academy graduation. He’d worked so hard, and I was so proud of him. I loved him more than anything, but we lived in a very small town and being gay just wasn’t something that was accepted, especially on the police force. They were “REAL MEN,” and Anthony had to play by the rules. It sucked. We should be able to hold hands and he should be able to take me in his arms and just BE who we are. We should be allowed to simply love each other.

I imagined what it would be like if we had everything we’d ever wanted. He’d be a big muscular, respected cop and he’d come home to me every day and we’d have a couple of kids, and the world would just look at us like any “normal” couple. I would do anything to have that life.  

“Are you sure?” The old woman sat across from me in the carnie tent. They’d rolled into town, and I’d heard that this woman, this particular woman, was the real deal. She wasn’t just some tarot reading gypsy taking money from gullible people. She could give those that deserved it their greatest desire. “The life you ask for is a very different life than the one you have. You must be sure before making such a wish.”

“I want us to be happy. I want Anthony to be respected. I want to be able to love him in public, to show the world we are meant to be together.” I took a breath and looked down at the table between us. I placed the money and unopened bottle of tequila on the table. She’d also asked for a small personal item from both Anthony and me. I slid a photo of us from our first date on the table. We were younger, even smaller if that was possible, and it was one of my most prized possessions. “Can you, do it? Will you?”

“I can feel your love for this man,” she said, taking the money before opening the bottle of tequila. “I can make you wish so.” She lit a candle between us, took a long drink of tequila before setting the photo on fire. She placed the burning photo on the table, splitting the vodka out over before beginning to chant a language I’d never heard before. For a second, I thought this was INSANE.

It was strange request, but I didn’t know how all this worked.

She then grabbed my hand, pulled me forward and screamed one last word before she whispered. “This will only hurt for a moment.”

In that instant, my body felt like it was on fire. Everything ached as I fell to the floor, screaming. I felt my bones snapping. I felt my muscles stretching. My entire body was changing. My chest swelled. I felt my stomach twisting, swelling as the pain became too much and I blacked out.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed as I slowly began to swim back into reality. I heard voices around me. I something heavy pressing down on me.

“Babe are you okay,” I heard a voice. Anthony’s voice, but it was so much deeper than I remembered. I slowly opened my eyes to find an EMT standing over me. Beside him was Anthony, but he looked so different. He looked older, his body thick with muscle, his black uniform straining against his thick muscles. He hair dark and short, a thick afternoon scruff on his perfectly squared jaw. He looked like the very definition of a real man.

The EMT looked over to him. “She’s going to be okay, Captain.”

“Thank god,” Anthony said, leaning over me as he helped me up. I felt dizzy, off balance as he caught me in his large, muscular arms. “You gave me a scare, baby,” he said.

“I’m . . . what happened?” The words came out, but it wasn’t my voice. It sounded softer and, I don’t know, strange.

Anthony looked over at the EMT. “And everything’s okay with the baby?”

Everything checks out okay. She and the baby are fine.

She? What the hell were they talking about. That’s when I looked down at my body and realize why I felt so off center.

I saw two large breasts where my flat chest used to be, a swollen stomach . . . a swollen pregnant stomach. Reaching up, I touched my face and hair. It felt . . . Oh my god, I was a woman.

“What happened?” I said. “Who . . .”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Anthony pulled me close, wrapped his strong arms around me. I couldn’t help but smile as new memories began to shift into my mind. I remembered the night Tony made love to me the night we were married. It wasn’t the first time, but it’s the moment our son was conceived. I remembered the wedding, all of our family and friends there. He’d just been promoted and . . .  we were so in love. Then I felt the baby kick and looked down, surprised. “Is he kicking again?”

“Yeah,” I said, amazed. I suddenly felt so happy that I had Tony’s baby inside me. I wanted to have so many more. “I never thought I could be this happy,” I said.

“Babe, you’re my girl. I love you more than anything and when this little guy’s born,” he leaned down, pulled closer as he placed his hand on my swollen stomach. “I’m going to put another one in there as fast as possible.”

“You promise?” I felt myself getting wet at the thought of Tony’s large dick inside me. He looked so good in his uniform, a respected Captain on the force, and I loved being on his arm. I loved being his wife. He pulled me closer.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling me in for a long kiss as I felt his cock getting hard. “How about we get out of here and go have some fun?”

“I’d love that,” I whispered, excited to feel his hands on my tits and his cock in my mouth. He knew my every button, and I knew his. We were, after all, everything I’d ever wished for.

THREE PERFECT WISHES

When I realized the Genie was real, I made a few changes. I’d really been lonely since my best friend Greg left for the Marines. We were always the guy and girl everybody THOUGHT should be dating, but we never did. I’m pretty sure I knew why, but . . .

Number 1 : I wish I was in the Marine Corps with my best friend, Greg.

In a flash, I was standing on a base in a Marine uniform. I glanced down at my body . . . holy shit, I was a dude! I found the nearest bathroom and there I was . . . the NEW me staring back. I was cute, a real small town every guy vibe. I moved my hands over my beefy pecs, adjusted my new cock. this was strange, but I liked it . . . a lot . . . but I knew Greg wasn't into the young twink kind of guys. He liked them a bit older. So . . .

COP SWAP

When I told my best friend Ryan that I could merge myself with anybody I wanted, he didn’t believe me. What I didn’t tell him is that I could merge myself and anybody else touching me at the same time as well. So, I decided to give it a try. I mean it WAS Ryan’s birthday and all and he was just as into the idea of merging with a stranger as I was. Soooo, why not?

We found these two officers patrolling the mall and followed them around for what seemed like forever. I told Ryan that I’d merge with one of them while he distracted the other one, but I couldn’t do it in an open space. So, we waited for the right moment. Fortunately, everybody has to take a piss and finally, the two officers headed for the mall bathrooms.

We followed them in, both of them taking a place at the urinals. The butcher one finished first and headed to the sink to wash his hands and I gave Ryan a nod to distract him. I heard the faucet turn on and Ryan started to chat it up with the officer as I stepped up behind the other one still standing at the urinal. I placed my hand on his back and his entire body froze just before it pulled me in, enveloping me completely until I opened my eyes, glancing down at my new hand wrapped around my new cock.

A DIFFERENT ROUTE

 

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

MORE LIKE CHARLIE

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?”

LORD JOHN GREY

I missed the days where country came first, when people actually had pride in service and doing what was right? It felt like the future, which was supposed to be so hopeful and progressive had become unrecognizable, and I found myself wishing to live in a country on the brink of change and being a part of that change.

I wanted to make a difference.

Imagine my surprise when I awoke in a different country this morning … in a different body and, most surprisingly … a different time.

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.

SECOND CHANCE

Malcolm knew there were fewer days ahead than behind and was lonelier that ever. It was Christmas. He had no family and very few friends, his entire life given to work and worshipping the almighty dollar. He’d never fallen in love or had children and regretted every moment he’d wasted on meaningless things . . . and he wished he could have a second chance. He’d do everything differently.

REQUEST : HAPPY ENDING

 

It had been almost a year since my best friend, Jeff, had been shipped off to Japan. He was in the Marines and I rarely spoke to him anymore. Yeah, we were best friends, but I’d always felt more for him than he did for me . . .not to mention he was straight as an arrow, had a new Japanese girlfriend and wouldn’t have done anything with me to begin with. But, I still had my imagination and had jerked off to him more times than I could count.

I often wondered what it would be like, to have him on top of me, in control and taking me with his huge dick. He wasn’t a big guy, but was handsome and lean with just enough muscle and a smile that just seemed to light up a room. Yeah, I’ve got it bad, but I’ll never know what THAT would feel like. I’ll never know what it would be like to be in a relationship with Jeff.

That’s what I used to think.

BEING GRANT

My brother's best friend, Grant, joined the Marines with my brother about two years ago. He'd always been a total asshole to me since we were kids. He was the SUPER JOCK at school and I always hated him . . . even though he was incredibly hot. Yeah, I'm gay and always got the brunt of Grant's jokes. There was a part of me that wanted to be with him, but there was another part of me that wanted him to feel what it was like to be used, to be the BITCH for once instead of the ALPHA. 

Guess I should have been more careful with the whole WISHING thing because this morning I woke up in Grant's body.

MEMORIAL DAY

I'd never been much of a man, but had dreamed of being a soldier since I was a kid. I even tried to enlist when I graduated high school, but because of asthma I was turned away. I'd always wondered what life would have been like if I'd enlisted, what kind of man I'd be.

Then, I woke up this morning like this. I'm a fucking Marine.

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.

THE RECRUITER : PART 2

 

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            I sat there, staring up at his cock as the recruiter took a seat in front of me. He leaned back, gave me a stern look.

            “Let me ask you something,” he said. “Do you want to keep slinging pizzas in a fat body with no future in sight or do you want to become a true man, a Marine like me?”

            “I’d have a completely new life?”

            “Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

            “Okay,” I whispered. “I want a new life.”  

THE RECRUITER : PART 1

 

            A lot of people would say I peaked in high school and, at the time, I would have told you they were full of shit, but now that I’ve been out of high school for five years I’m starting to realize they were right. I never went to college and worked at the local Pizza Hut. I ate all day, delivered pizza at night and sat on my ass playing video games and watching porn until I fell asleep around 3AM. Every day was the same. I’d gained a shit ton of weight and hadn’t gotten laid in years and started to realize that I was going nowhere fast. No plans. No prospects. No respect. I was a hot mess and decided it was time to take drastic measures. That’s how I ended up in front of the recruitment center for the Marine Corps.

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.

PLAYING SOLDIER

I’m not sure how it happened, but the other night I was jerking off and wishing I was my big brother and the next morning I woke up overseas in his body. He was A LOT bigger than I ever was and a lot more of a man. Always had been.

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.