A Wish To Be Him

A wish to be him

The meeting went well. It was just announced that you are the successor of your boss, the CEO of the worlds third biggest company. The past years of overtime and ingratiating payed off.

You left the company's building to start your break. You're headed towards the big plaza in the middle of the city. When you arrived you've started leaning against a well as always.

You werent hungry but you loved to watch people. To see them talk, walk, eat and laugh. You wanted to know everything. Your eyes moved inquisitively from left to right and back. You noticed that many couples walked over the plaza at that time but then something catched your eye. On the opposite side, under the rusty metal stairs that led to the old warehouse, two bright blue eyes were looking at you. You crossed the plaza, walking towards the eyes. As you came closer you noticed that an old homeless man sat in the shadows beneath the stairs. His crystal blue eyes were hypnotizing.

Now standing about 15 feet away from him he said:"You look good young man. I was a good looking man once too..."

His voice made your skin crawl. It was a deep, soothing voice that gave you chills.

He continued:"Come with me, I want to show you something." He stepped out of the shadows into the sunlight.

You started to see the deep wrinkles on his face, the grey stubbles that should become a beard and the bald head with some remaining hairs. You estimate him to be around 78 years old. He wore a trashbag as clothes and old dress shoes with holes that were tried to be plugged with tape.

He started to walk up the stairs and as if you couldn't control your body you followed him. Both of you went inside the old warehouse.

He turned towards you and looked you deep into the eyes. At first you felt unsettled and wanted to turn around but his eyes were something special, you couldnt look away.

"You look good young man.", he said again. "Like a nice guy who helps people in need."

You started nodding, even though you didnt want to.

"Dont you want to help a homeless man who needs warm clothes and a job?", he asked with a smirk.

"Of course!", you answered not knowing what is happening. Still confused not being able to control your body, you started to forget your old life while taking of your expensive suit. Starting with the jacket and tie and finishing with your shoes and pants,  you handed the suit towards the homeless man. Now standing in front of him only wearing your underwear, your muscular body was exposed. You noticed how the homeless man drooled, staring at your abs and then at your suit in his hands.

"How should I wear the suit without any underwear.", he said while nodding towards your bulge. You stripped out of your socks and underpants and handing them over.

He took of his trashbag, revealing his old, thin and wrinkled body. He put on your suit with a loud moan. He handed you his old shoes and the trashbag:"Dont you want to wear this? It would fit you as a homeless man."

You grabbed it thankfully and put them on.

The man made a step towards you, putting his hands on both of your cheeks. He kissed you heartily and you felt how something is leaving your body, but you didnt care.

When you opened your eyes again, you wondered why this good looking, young man stood in front of you. He looked at you with a smirk and said:"Dont you want to go back to your place beneath the stairs?"

Of course you wanted to go back there. You loved sitting there watching happy people on the plaza. You and the handsome young man left the warehouse. You sat down beneath the stairs, watching the young man crossing the plaza to lean against a well.

You observed him every day since that moment in your life. Every time you saw him, your old wrinkled hands grabbed the air as if you could touch him. It felt as if you knew that guy in thlse expensive looking suits and you wished to know how it would be to live his life.

My friend John's body

I'm straight. I recently broke up with my girlfriend. It was a hard time for me but my best friend John was at my side. We know each other since Kindergarten but since highschool something changed. I always felt better when he was near me. He was this good looking, muscular womanizer and I was the skinny guy. He always dressed nice: tight shirts, leather jacket and boots and so on. Something about it turned me on and he sometimes felt it. He joked about it, sometimes he jokingly said if I want to sniff him. Of course I said no as I'm straight but that moment never left my mind.

Now that I was in a bad mood because of my break up he came over to cheer me up but I had different plans.

I opened the door after he knocked and let him in. Closing the door behind him, I grabbed the rag with chloroform from my back pocket and pushed it from behind onto his face. Totally shocked, he tried to push me away from him but I clinged onto him like a used gum to the sole of a boot. He went on his knees which caused his leather boots to creak.

I started to feel that he got weaker until he passed out. I didnt remove the rag for quiet some minutes to make sure that he really is unconscious. I pulled his limb body onto my bed and tied him up.

I never saw him sleeping so this was a new experience too. He looked so handsome passed out.

Even though I was able to grow a good beard I always were skinny and with that a bit jealous of my best friend John. I now knew the feelings I had when he was near me. I always wanted to be like him. Tall, muscular, good looking. I wanted to strip him and put on his clothes and he should be able to see every single step of it. Of course I dont want to loose him as a friend after this so I already bought a bottle of forgetful potion for him when I finished.

I waited for him to be awake again to start with my plan.

"Dennis! What did you do to me?", John shouted after he noticed that I tied him up on my bed.

"I thought you wanted to cheer me up Jonathan.", I answered. I saw in his eyes that he was scared, I never called him by his full name before.

I continued:"I want to feel good again. I love the way you look Jonathan! I'll strip every single cloth off of you and I'll put it on myself, starting with your boots. After that I want to have some fun with you..."

I looked at him with dead eyes as he tried to free himself, but he had no luck. When he looked back at me I saw the fear and sadness in his eyes.

I came closer to him and started to stroke his leg while I opened the first lace of his boots. I pulled them of his feet, closed my eyes and started to sniff them. The smell of sweat and warm leather turned me on. I noticed how my dick raised.

When I opened my eyes again I saw that John's bulge has grown too.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who likes this.", I commented while staring at his bulge.

He growled back and I saw a tear run from his left eye.

I turned back to his clothes pulling each wool sock from his feet. I knew that he was ticklish so I ran my fingers down the sole of his foot.

His body cramped and moved uncontrollably because he wanted to suppress his laughter. Satisfied with his feet, I began to undo his belt. He tried to fight back but he was without a chance. I pulled down his jeans to reveal that he wore a jockstrap. I let out a quiet laugh, I never thought he would wear something like this. I pulled it down too to reveal his massive cock. Satisfied with what I get to play with later I started to get into his clothes. I undressed completely and started to get into his jockstrap. It was to large for me so I had to hold it up until i put on his jeans and closed the belt. It felt So good to wear it I could smell his parfume and sweat, I was so turned on. I put on his thick wool socks he wore in his boots. They were cold as they were drenched in his sweat. I let out an uncontrolled moan and smiled at him.

"Looks like your feet were really hot in there.", I said to him, lying on my bed, his lower half completely undressed and his cock standing at a right angle to his body.

His eyebrows drew together in an angry look. "I'll kill you as soon as I'm free!", John shouted. I belittled his words as I was so hyped to get into his boots!

They stood in front of me and as I grabbed the first one I felt my heart beating faster synched with my cock. I knew I'd cum as soon as I put them on and it was an honor for me to do it into John's jockstrap. After I put on his first boot I felt something weird in my body. My blood felt warmer and I thought I grew a little bit. I dismissed it as an illusion and grabbed his second boot. As soon as I put it on I felt the same again. I looked at John and he was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. I looked down at myself and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was John's body. Everything was there from his muscles to his veins and I lost my chest hair. I ran to a mirror to take a selfie. I had to save this moment for myself.

When I came back to John it looked like he has made peace with the situtation he was in. I knocked him out again to strip him of his beautiful black leather jacket and his grey v-neck tshirt that defined his muscles.

I played with my new body until John was awake again so he could continue to put on the last parts of his clothes. I felt so good, strong and masculin now, I didnt want to change back to my old appearence.

"I think I'll stay in your clothes for some days John. Dont you see how good it fits me?", I said to him.

I crawled onto the bed kneeling now over him. I ran my, no, his fingers down his muscular body and stopped when they reached his hairy ballsack and huge cock.

"Let us see if you're really straight John...", I said while starting to stroke his dick. It got even harder than it was before and he started to get an orgasm and almost cum. It was so pleasing to be in this body, to have this clothes on to see that your love of your life is almost cumming while you stroke his dick.

I put his dick into my mouth. It was warm and pulsated in a rythm. I somehow knew I had to get him to cum into my mouth to get to my orgasm too. I played on his dick with my tongue and I started to suck really hard. John moaned and shot his first big load right into my throat. I felt how he started to climax and I sucked even harder as he shot his second load into my mouth. I started to notice that his cock started to feel smaller in my mouth. I looked at John and saw that his muscles started to deflate and that chesthair started to grow on him. When I saw his face I was shocked. I looked into my old face. I continued to suck until his dick was dry.

When I stood up in front of my bed I couldnt believe it. John took the appearence of my old body. He looked dazed.

"John?! Is everything okay?", I asked him.

He looked at me and answered:"Johnathan, why are you calling me by your name. You know I'm Dennis."

I was so happy. I freed him and ran to the bath. I took of the boots and to my surprise I didnt change back into my old body so I put them back on.

John, I mean now Dennis, stood in front of me as I opened the door again.

"Is everything okay John? You look as if you've seen a ghost.", he said.

"Everything is fine. I have to go now.", I mumbled.

I grabbed John's, now my, car keys, said goodbye to Dennis and left his house.

That was three months ago. Dennis is now back together with his ex girlfriend, the reason for all of this.  I'm happy to be in this body and I dont want to switch back. I think I'm doing it more justice than the old John. I know have an incredible leather jacket and boot collection I can cum off of.

Dennis and I are still best friends as he doesn't remeber what happened on that day and I'll never tell him.

I think you should go out yourself

"You know, if you want one, you can always come to me. I've got plenty!", my best friend Jean said.

"Thanks, I keep it in mind.", I answered.

I thought about that conversation as I'm laying in my bed. He is talking about his bodysuit collection. In my opinion its kinda gross, keeping the skin of ither people to look like them, but I habe to admit tjat he probably has one of the best collections. Multiple skins of every body type, from fat to skinny to hunky. From bald and shaved to very hairy. From businessman to cop. One for every occasion. He even has a Henry Cavill look-a-like. At least I hope its a look-a-like.

He uses them for his many Grindr profiles, to satisfy his hunger for sex. For myself, I dont think that he needs them. He himself is a great looking guy! Dark hair, hairy body, great muscles, veins, beautiful beard and a small scar on his right eyebrow. So hot!

I always had a slight crush on him, who can blame me for that when he looks that good.

Now I know what I want to do, I want to wear him, not one of his bodysuits.

The next day I'm knocking on Jean's door. He opens.

"Have you thought about my offer?", he asked.

"Kind of.", I answered. "Can we talk about it inside?"

He let me in and I sat down on his couch.

"So, which one do you want?"

"Not really on of yours,  to be honest."

He looked confused.

"There is this guy at work that I admire. I'd like to wear him. Do you still have the serum?", I asked. I lied about my coworker but I knew that Jean would believe me.

"Nice! Yeah, I still have some. Wait here, I'll bring you a syringe."

He left the room and came back with a small box, handing it to me. In it is the syringe.

"How do I use it?", I asked.

"Well, you should try to inject it into his neck."

"Where exactly?"

Jean turned around and pointed towards the back of his neck. That was my chance!

I took the syringe and rammed it into him.

He jumped up in pain.

"What did you do?"

In disbelief, he holds the empty syringe in his hand which I put in his neck. He took some steps backwards,  holding himself up through a shelf. His pants and jockstrap fell down because he started to deflate, revealing his massive hairy cock. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry Jean. You were my best friend. This had to happen as I think you should go out yourself."

He looked at me angrily until suddenly no more emotions were visible. Jean was completely turned into a bodysuit.

I lifted it from the ground and put it on. Head first through what once was his ass. Inside him I felt how my skinny body adapted to his muscled body.

Now I cant wait to start my life as Jean!

Childhood love

There is this woman I like, Rosalind, and today is her wedding. She'll marry my old roommate Dean and I'm pretty jealous. His body had great proportions and he managed to get quite some muscles in the last couple of years while I always was the short, chubby and shy guy.

Ros and I know each other since we were 5 years old. I always saw her as more than my best friend, while she saw me only as a best friend. Maybe she thought of me as a boyfriend but she never showed it and I was always to shy to tell her my feelings and now it's too late.

As Ros best friend I was one of the groomsmen on her wedding even though Dean wasnt ever fond of me.

She told me and Dean that we should meet at the morning of the wedding to better bond together. That could be my chance to be her husband. I looked on the evening before the wedding through the internet in search of a body swap spell. I found a recipe and mixed the potion together.

On the morning of the wedding Dean and I met in my appartement, he already wore his wedding suit. I knew he wants to do this quick. I asked him if he wants something to drink and he said yes. I mixed the potion into his drink while I got it for him.

It looked like he was thirsty as he poured everything down in one sip. After a loud burp he told me that I should leave the city after the wedding, he wouldnt want to see-

He stopped in the middle of the sentence starting to hold his stomach. His face looked like if he has to throw up. I started to get goose bumps and with that I knew that the transformation began.

His body beneath the dark tight suit started to stretch while I saw him shrink in front of my eyes. I quickly grabbed a frying pan from my kitchen to hit him over the head so he couldnt flee from the swap. Lying unconscious on my floor his transformation endet and mine started. I felt how I grew, how I lost my fat around my waiste and I felt how my muscles grew. I saw his memories before me. When my transformation finished, I looked like Dean and he looked like me.

I stripped him of his now to big suit and put it on. After that I left my old appartement to drive to the wedding place. I hoped that the old Dean woke up in time for the wedding and thankfully he did. He behaved as if he was always my old self.

Ros and myself as Dean said yes to each other and now I'm celebrating my wedding with my childhood love in a new great body.

The payback

Because of the pandemic everything changed. Gladly I got to keep my job everyone had to work from home. That was my salvation from the comments of my hunk coworker Cole. I'm overweight, coming in on 350 pounds, now even more througg the pandemic. I have bad skin and have to wear baggy, worn out clothes.

The hunk of a coworker I have always made fun of my weight and appearence and I almost couldnt handle it anymore but the pandemic saved me.

Sadly now the company has decided that two employees should always be present. As it had to be I got paired with that hunk and I should work directly next to him for the next 3 months.

On the first day he already started again with his comments. He compared the two of us: He was muscular and well built, I was overweight, he always wore nice suits (even now when only I could see him), I wore baggy clothes. That evening, I decided that I want to get back on him. I searched the internet for body swap spells and hypnosys and I found good stuff.

He always listened to music while at work so I hacked his spotify account and put some hypno tracks in his playlist. After only 6 days he was completely servant.

The first days I had him under control, I often wanted to feel his massive cock in me or I wanted to get sucked by him. It was an incredible feeling, as if his dick and lips were made for those 2 things. Sadly that got boring after some weeks so I pulled out the body swap spell I looked up.

I made him suck my dick a last time, pulled my pants back up and I put him out of hypnosys.

He looked at me weird after he noticed that his head was on the same level of my dick. He got back into his seat and wanted to speak as I started to say the spell.

He stopped in the middle of his first word and his movements froze. I finished the spell and fell unconscious.

When I woke up I saw a 350 pounds man sitting in front of me who was watching his body in disbelief. He looked at me and started shouting:" What did you do?! Change us back or I'll tell everyone what you did!"

The way he talked, I knew that Cole Was in my old body.

"Who will believe you? You were always the weird one,  you know that, you always made fun of it.", I answered with Cole's deep and manly voice. I chuckled. This was better than everything I had dreamed of.

"I'm going home now fatass. I need to jerk off.", I said making a hand gesture in front of my new dick. This new cocky attitude was new but I like it. I felt how my dick hardened and how I started to think about bad comments towards my old body as I left the company's building.

"Shit. I have to hide somewhere",  I thought. "The cops will be here soon"

I look around the mall, seeing people shopping happily. I pull my backpack even tighter and walk straight forward trying to get myself lost in the crowd of people shopping.

I got myself into this bad situation. Ever since the black market was flooded with the bodysuit serum and other enhancers, crime rate sky-rocketed. I was one of them too. Before I started robbing banks I was an athlete in a circus. Heavily underpaid of course. One day I got my hands on the serum and on a kind of time enhancer. I used both of them on myself and now I can turn everyone I want into a bodysuit. With the Enhancer I can move much faster than every other person and I'm so much more agile. I often turn old men into suits to rob a bank. No one expects them to be a thief but this time I messed up. Someone managed to call the police while I was robbing the bank and now they're following me.

So I walk through the mall, pulling my cap deeper down. I search for an unsecured exit but security is everywhere. But then I see a possible way out. I rush towards the men toilets and look around if no one got suspicious of me. Inside the bathroom I looked around for a new skin. At first I thought I was alone until I heard someone pulling up his pants and flush. I stand in front of the cabin door and prepare to ambush whoever is in the cabin. The lock turns, door opens and a shirtless muscle jock comes out. He looks at me confused and I look confused too but then I remember the sign. The toilets are shared by the mall and the gym next to it.

The jock wants to say something but I push him back into the cabin. He falls onto the closed toilet.

He looks perplexed by the fact that an old man managed to push him back. I close and lock the door behind me.

"What the -", he isnt able to speak any further as I grabbed his nipples to start the transformation.

While his body deflates I'm admiring his godly physique. Big pecs, beautiful abs and great biceps. I admire his handsome face, wild hair and his nice tanned skin.

As he deflates further he's losing his clothes. His shoes and socks slip from his feet and his wallet falls out of his pocket. I lift it up to see who I'll be for the next few days.

Joshua Hunter, 27, resident in San Francisco. Nice.

He deflated completely and I start to strip myself. After that I peel off the old mans skin. I pull it over my head, take my arms out of it and woggle it down my body until I can step out of it.

Joshuas shorts and boxer briefs fell to the ground as I lifted his skin. I stretched his mouth wide and stepped into him. Even though I have an athletic body too, it was impossible for me to fill his skin. I position my legs inside his and pull it up further.y arms enter the bodysuit and I pull it over my shoulders. If anyone would see me right now would think that I was standing here in a way too big, dumb looking muscle suit. As I positioned my dick inside his, mine felt so small in comparison.

Everything arranged I pull his face over mine and the transformation began. The loosely fitting skin starts to fit better as I feel how my muscles grow to his size. It was the first time that I took a body that was buffer than my own and it filled myself with testosterone. My blood was rushing through my body and I got a boner. My cock, still growing in size to Match Joshuas, started to twitch.

I sat down on the toilet as his memories started to flood my brain. I saw his friends, his career as a model, his memories of masturbating himself to sleep and so much more. As I sorted his memories I noticed that the transformation had finished and that my now thick cock was spurting pre-cum. I opened my backpack and put my old skinsuit and clothes on top of the money I stole from the bank. I took Joshuas clothes and put them on. I opened the cabin door and checked myself out in the mirror.

As I wanted to leave the bathroom 2 officers entered the bathroom.

"Hey you!", one of them shouted.

My heart started beating faster.

My heart started to beat faster.

"Yes, officer. How can I help?", I answered.

"Have you seen an older man, between 55 and 70 years old, coming through here?", the other asked.

"You mean the creepy guy with a backpack who ran through the gym? Yeah, he left tje gym.", I lied.

"Thank you for your help.", one said as they walked through the gym towards the door.

Now I'll go home to test my new body. I'll definitely enjoy the time as Joshua Hunter.