The Great Shift: Across State Lines

The Great Shift: Across State Lines

It’s funny. In retrospect people were really focusing on the wrong aspects when of oddities when it came to the great shift. I mean people all over the world were switching bodies with one another! You’d think a couple of abnormalities wouldn’t be too surprising. Yet here we are. Me discussing the first reported “odd” case of body swapping during the great shift. 

Meet Abram. A nice young man! He grew up in Russia, had nice blond hair, and even had a nice slim body, unlike a lot of the other athletes he knew who were very muscular. Well… he was all of those things. After the Great Shift he found himself in Spanish underwear model Antonio Albolia. This 6′2 densely muscled body of his was everything he’d ever dream of having! He spent a solid few minutes just flexing in his bathroom mirror, when he made the discovery. However, the following days would be a little more stressful. You see most people swapped bodies with a person and that was it. Abram received a little more than Antonio’s body. The first word uttered from his new form was in Spanish… and so was the second and third. Abram had never spoken a word of that language before, so you could imagine his confusion when he began to speak it so fluently. He was sad to see that he could no longer speak Russian, but honestly he was too engrossed with his new body to mind too much. After all he was one guy in the supposedly long line of abnormal swaps. 

Hey guys. Story Teller here. I’ll be back with more writings soon! Hope you can enjoy this brief cap before I go back into more frequent posting!

Gym Selfies

"We recommend installing the application. Confirm?"

Johnny looked at the screen of his smartphone. "What kind of app?"

The screen said, "Gym Selfies"

"Another app for these stupid jocks," Johnny thought. He pressed the cancel button.

"Cancellation is not permitted. We recommend installing the application. Confirm?"- the sign has come up.

"WTF?!"- thought johnny - " Maybe I can remove it after install?"

He confirmed the installation. "Load. 30%... 65%...87%...98%...100%... Download complete"

"Our app will teach you how to make the best selfies of your pumped body! With our app you will emphasize all your advantages!"

Johnny already wanted to delete this application,but then he suddenly wanted to take a selfie. He could not overcome his new desire. he pressed OK."

"Take off your shirt and lie down on the sofa" - said the application. "Extend your left hand with your smartphone. Make a fist and raise your right hand to your head. Strain your muscles" Johnny knew that it was very silly, but he took off his shirt, lay down on the sofa and took the pose. On the screen appeared his skinny body and his bony hands. Johnny saw his face covered in teen acne and the dirty black hair that lay in his shapeless hair.

"Open your mouth a little, look into the camera and take a photo."- ordered the application. Johnny heard the camera click. He decided to check the photo. But he was very shocked. It wasn't him in the photo.

The photo was a beautiful Jock with bright blue eyes, well-groomed hair, a beautiful face and, of course, big muscles. He looked very hot. 

"Error. The photo does not correspond to reality. Reality needs to be replaced. Wait, the operation is in progress..."

Johnny felt a wild headache. He dropped the phone on the floor and bent in half, holding his head. His body started to grow rapidly, reaching a height of 6.2 feet. His spine was stretching out and johnny could hear his bones crunching. His muscles began to grow rapidly. The biceps swelled, the pec began to protrude much forward, and his abs appeared. Johnny could see his skin starting to take a darker shade, as if he was sunbathing on the beach every day and his hair was forming into a fashionable hairstyle. His face became more masculine, his cheekbones became sharpened, his eyes brightened and a bright stubble formed on his chin. The last shift johnny had felt in his pants. His cock began to stretch from his modest 4 inches to huge 9 inches, and the balls were at least 2 times the size! 

The headache went as quickly as it started. Johnny straightened up and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw an exact copy of that dude in the photo. Only now this dude reflected in the mirror with a look of shock on his face. "Holy shit!” Johnny cried out. 

"Oh, my fucking voice is lower!" He looked in his pants. 

"Fuck! My dick bigger!" Johnny began rubbing it intensely. The more he jerked off, the slower his thoughts were. His mind gradually erased. Johnny, although now he prefers to call himself John, cum right on his mirror.

Now he wanted more selfies. He should go to the gym and take more selfies. He wants it very much.

This is my first story, so I will be glad if you like it.

The 4th of July... Congratulations. :)

Dear applicants and professors,

Thank you for your growing interest in Transformation College. 

All of our Professors will be ready to welcome you to the Schools of the College. You’ll be surprised who they are.

We look forward to releasing our College Prospectus and announcing the accepted students and scholarship awardees on Friday.

Yours sincerely

The Dean

Transformation College 

TRANSFORMANDO LA REALIDAD A LA IDEAL

Seanday Extra: Jarhead Reunion

You stab at the elevator button, imagining it’s your friends chest. “You fucker!” They’ve left you at the wedding reception in the hotel, gone off with someone else.

“Fucker!” you growl, and cup a hand over your mouth. “Shit!” You look around sheepishly.

You press the button again, and suddenly you’re pushed into the elevator door.

“S-sorry,” a deep voice, slurring comes from behind you.

You frown as you look over your shoulder, it’s a thick heavy jock dressed in a cadets uniform. His eyes blink a few times, they’re glassy and the way he’s swaying you guess he can’t handle his drink.

-ping-

The door opens, and you walk in. He follows and stumbles falling inside, cracking his shoulder on the door. He turns, and subconsciously pulls at his jacket.

*Jarhead*, you think to yourself.

You press your button, seven and wait. The door slides close. “You on seven as well?” You ask.

He works his eyebrows and tries to focus on you, “Fourth.” You sigh and press four.

-Ding-, “Second floor”, the synthetic voice announces.

You’re watching the cadet, he’s head is back and he’s slowly slipping down the wall as his knees buckle under him.

You’re *good samaritan* nature kicks in and reach out to support him.

-Ding-, “Third floor.”

He’s heavy and you use all your strength to hold him up. He looks at you and gives you a wide grin.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “My squad said I needed to sobered up, wanted to take me back to my room. Told ‘em I was man enough to do it myself, I’m fine!” He practically spits the last word.

-Ding-, “Fourth floor.” The doors open and you know he’s not doing to make it anywhere near his room, so you hook his thick arm over your shoulder and lead him out.

“What room are you in?”

“416,” he mutters and retches.

“Hold it,” you growl. “Where’s your keycard?”

“Pocket.”

You roll your eyes, and fumble through his pockets and find the key. Thankfully he’s not far from the elevator. It takes a while as he’s heavy, and you both stagger from left to right colliding into walls and fixtures.

He retches again, and for a moment you shy away, but you still get a waft of his breath–you screw up your face.

Using the keycard you open the door and help him inside. He immediately heads for the bathroom, and attempts to remove his uniform jacket as he bounces off the door.

You help him, and are left with the jacket as he just makes it to the toilet and throws up. You’re impressed with his aim, there’s no mess.

You’re confident he’s going to be OK, so you leave him in the bathroom as your attention turns to the jacket. The grey fabric, although coarse has complicated embroidery adorning it. Many gold buttons pepper its surface, you frown, one is missing at the bottom. The size of the jacket fascinates you, much bigger than your normal clothes. Respecting the uniform, you put in across the back of the chair.

There’s a sound of the toilet flushing, and you wait for a moment expecting the cadet to reappear. And wait. Cautiously you peer around the door, and discover him laying on the floor.

“Hey! Buddy wake up,” you say shaking him. He groans and jerks his shoulder from your grasp.

“Com’on, you can’t sleep there,” you tell him. You struggle and finally coax him to his feet, slowly you guide him to the bed where he collapses, and again falls into a deep sleep.

You stare at the sleeping cadet, it was obvious of the comradery with the rest of the cadets, looking after him like a brother. The thought made you more than a little envious since your own friend had abandoned you just minutes before.

He belches, and thankfully that’s all. You try to wake him again, this time more vigorously. There’s no response apart from a grunt and some cuss words.

You have no plans for the evening, at least not now! Your mind starts to wander, and the good samaritan inside you Begins to evaporate.

With a wry grin, you begin to strip the cadet of his uniform; undershirt, boots, socks, pants and underwear—it all comes off. The cadet himself only mutters and groans as you manhandle him.

As you’ve worked your way down to his muscular nudity, it quickly became evident that his size was down to plain hard work at the gym.

His handsome face, thick bull neck and heavy set torso suggested a football scholarship. His abs, waist, and legs where strong, and you imagined him thundering down the field to the touch line. You chew on your lip as the last of your good nature snuffs out.

Walking to the door, you check outside—nobody. With a grin you slip the “Do not disturb” sign on the outside handle.

Returning to the cadet, you begin to strip your own clothes and bundle them into a laundry bag.

Rolling the cadet onto his front, you climb on the bed and begin to trace your hands over his body. Your fingers touch, probe and caress his torso. Satisfied, you roll him over and repeat the task from his feet upwards.

You take his head in your hands and roll it from left to right, carefully studying his features. You slowly nod.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you close your eyes, and focus on the cadet’s physique, his torso, the muscle, his face. You begin to feel as if you’re falling–backwards into a thick mire. It’s pink and park, there’s a familiar waft of sweat, and alcohol.

The substance begins to thicken, to the extent that any perceived movement is pointless. The taffy forms around you, taking the accents from your memory. It quickens, and you begin to feel that you can move again. You feel heavy, stronger. The odour, no stench, seems alien, yet familiar.

You’re body tenses. It feels bigger–a lot bigger. You ball your hands into fists and your arms stiffen, a bicep stretches your skin.

Gasping, you open your eyes with a start! Your arms are now thick with muscle, dark hairs coat you arms and chest–oh wow, your chest. Heavy plates of meat hang from chest; swelling and contracting with every breath.

Pushing down, you raise yourself from the bed. Below you still asleep is the cadet, you know you’re his double now, down to the last detail.

“I should get back to the party,” you say in the same deep voice you’d heard before, and grin.

Picking through his clothes, you redress in his uniform. It’s large size fits your stolen body perfectly now. From his pant’s pocket you check his ID.

“Cadet Cody Wilson,” you mutter.

Slipping on the jacket you grab the laundry bag with your clothes and dump them in the corridor as you leave knowing they’ll be cleaned and returned to your own room later.

With Wilson’s own confidence, you swagger back to elevator, and back to the party.

Although you don’t have his memories, you’re confident enough that the rest of the cadets aren’t 100%, and besides, Wilson’s a Jarhead… should be simple to play him–right?

I’d like to try the black leather jacket.

And here’s the first one who wants the leather jacket. Do you want to feel a cold touch on your skin? Take her away. Do not forget to take another set of her a few gold chains and black speedo. They’ll be perfect. Put it on. I can see your body changing. It becomes smooth and a bit thinner. Not quite what you expected, is it? But leather jackets are not only big bikers. Your skin turns pale and your hair disappears. Muscles become large, strong and relief. I think your body looks like a swimmer’s body now. Blonde hair falls into the perfect hairstyle. Face changes. Cheekbones become clearer. The chin becomes squared. The lips are inflated, and the nose takes on a perfect shape. Now you can show off the face of the model from the cover of a glossy magazine. Can you pose for me a little I want to make one photo. The perfect boy.