Trevor Signorino By Brent Chua

Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes.

“You sure youre in the right place son?” He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. “Sorry but you’re not ready for this job yet, come back when you are.”

Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn’t focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren’t fitting right.

His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he’d find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn’t realize he was now 6'2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes.

He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine.

A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.

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Would love to swap bodies with him! :)

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Christmas special Fan story!! (For all of you readers)

Hello everyone! For the Christmas Eve / Day story I want to do something different. To make this a special one for you lot to read. One lucky fan will be possessed by me for the two days!

Please send in a private message saying why I should possess you and just convince me to possess you. Give me your perfect and dream way of being possessed or taken over!

Requirements:

1: Must be able to supply certain selfies for the story.

2: Must be able to supply small quotes or ideas towards the story

3: Must be able to speak good English

4: Don’t be shy at all what you like to see in the story!

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Anyone want to swap bodies?

Randall’s Exam

by @nonotnolan

Dylan curled up on his nerdy roommate’s bed, trying to ease his anxiety about the whole situation with a few of the comic books he’d found under the bed.  It should have been simple.  Randall had promised him it would be simple.

There was simply no way Dylan would have been able to pass his Calculus exam without cheating.  And if he failed, Coach was going to bench him for the rest of the season– he was already on academic probation for failing Organic Chemistry.  Randall offered to take the test for him.  Dylan was expecting some sort of lecture hall paper switching, but then Randall pulled out a dusty amulet and explained he would literally switch their bodies.  Randall would take the exam looking like Dylan, Dylan would take it easy, and then they would switch back.  

It probably should’ve been a warning sign that Randall wasn’t asking for any sort of payment.  He’d been a complete asshole these past few weeks, the whole team had.  And when Dylan had found out he was gay, well… he’d started walking around the room half naked, posing and flexing his muscles, taunting Randall and his skinny body.

His hideously skinny body, and his awful thick-rimmed glasses that were a part of that hipster look which he loathed.  God, the thought of having to wear Randall’s wardrobe out in public… but none of his jerseys or polos would come anywhere close to fitting now.  Randall should have finished the test around noon… and it was now pushing eight o'clock.  He was supposed to meet up with the team for their pre-game brews!

There had to be some sort of reason.  Randall would be perfectly willing to give Dylan back his chiseled abs and his firm six pack, right?  He kept looking out the window, hoping to see his body walking down the sidewalk.  The thought of Randall taking his pristine body down to some faggy gay bar, using his winning smile to try and hook up with some random twink…

No, there was a good explanation for why Randall was so late.  He just needed to be patient.  Better just keep reading Randall’s comics, or using Randall’s laptop, and eventually he’d get his own body back.

Right?

I'd love to force my essence into your tight body and take over each part of you, one by one, until I'm completely in control and you're mine to use as I see fit.

Oh yes please let me know who you are

Alex Mapeli