Part 12
===========Sk8r Dreams "Guest episode" by Traveller369@gay.com=========
It was early in the morning as James sat working on his computer. None of the other boys were up yet, and he enjoyed the time to himself. He absently reached down and started stroking his cock, and it was several minutes before he even realized he was doing it.
Despite all of the incredible sex that he and his boys had, James still found himself jerking off from time to time. It's just such a different sensation, he thought to himself. Almost like having sex with yourself...
James' mind stopped dead on that last thought. It gave him an idea. He quickly pulled up Maker and began entering his most complex program yet.
It was later that afternoon as James skated aimlessly around the city, looking for a likely candidate for his next little game. He was looking for someone who he wouldn't need to transform much, if at all; someone who was physically pretty close to ideal. He skated around the neighborhood for much of the afternoon, without success, so he decided to try heading downtown instead.
He was at the mall when he spotted Eric, a kid he knew vaguely from school. Eric was 6'2", and hugely built, easily weighing in at 225lbs or more. He played football at school, and all of the top universities were just itching to get their hands on him. It wasn't hard to see why: his chest was a huge slab of Grade A beef, with a perfectly defined eight-pack and large pecs with quarter-sized nipples. His arms were built to a similar scale, nearly as big around as James' own not-inconsiderable neck. He was wearing an old, dirty tank top from a local gym. It was probably designed to fit loosely, but on this monster it barely fit, and each muscle on his torso stood out like the shirt had been painted on. James allowed his eyes to wander downward, completing the picture. Legs like tree trunks, tight muscular ass. And even limp his package was clearly visible through the ragged cut-offs he was wearing. And on top of all this, he was cute, too. Closely shaven head of blond stubble, bright green eyes, and an honest face that always seemed to be smiling. In the days before Maker, this would have been the type of guy that James would have drooled over in the locker room. Even if he'd been planning to make changes, he probably wouldn't have made many to this jock hunk. He skated over.
"Hey, what's up?", he asked.
"Hey! You're... James, right? I recognize you from school," Eric replied.
"Yup, that's right. So what are you doing in here on a nice afternoon like this?"
"Oh, not much, just trying to kill some time. My girlfriend's out of town today and I haven't got much to do."
James grinned. "Aw, that's too bad. Want to come by my place later and hang out?" As he asked, he quietly tapped a button on his portable Maker to ensure that Eric would accept.
"Cool, I'd love to."
James wrote down his address for Eric, then bid him goodbye and hurredly skated home.
When he got home, James found that all of his boys had gone out skating themselves while he was gone. Good, he thought: what was going to happen next would probably just have confused them. He sat down at the couch to wait, and he didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, Eric showed up at the door. James ushered him in, and they sat down together on the couch to watch some TV. James flipped past a few channels, then spotted a rerun of "The Prince and the Pauper". Perfect, he thought.
"Aw, change the channel, this is a stupid movie," Eric complained.
"Oh, I don't know, I kind of like it."
"Why?"
"Well, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else?"
"Yeah, I suppose I have every now and then... it'd be pretty interesting, I guess."
"Want to find out?"
"Huh?"
James grinned and reached over to the coffee table, where the Maker palmtop was sitting. He tapped a button, then reached over to Eric, looked deeply into his eyes, and then before he could react, kissed him deeply. They both froze.
He had a brief sensation of floating somewhere near the ceiling, looking down on the both of them. So this is what it feels like to have an out of body experience, he thought. Maybe those people on TV aren't crazy after all... Then the world went black, and as he came to, he found himself looking, not into Eric's green eyes, but into his own blue ones.
"What..." Eric groaned, then stopped as he failed to recognize his own voice. "What's going on?!"
"It's simple," James said with Eric's deep baritone voice. "We switched bodies. You're me and I'm you."
"But that's impossible!"
"Nothing's impossible. Look in a mirror if you don't believe me."
Eric glanced across the room toward a full-length mirror, and stopped as he saw himself - or rather, James' self. Both boys fell silent as they took in the strangeness of the experience.
James was mostly aware of the feeling of being BIG. His body filled a lot more space than it usually did, and most of the difference was rock-solid muscle. If he flexed his bicep, the fragile material of the shirt stretched under the strain. His chest felt huge, a mile across, like an unconquerable fortress. And he could tell that there was incredible power in his arms. He could probably bend a steel bar in half if he wanted to.
He ran his hands absently over his new body, feeling every muscle, every curve, the light coating of blond body hair. As he did so he felt something massive stir in his shorts. He glanced over at Eric, who was apparently having quite a time with James' super-augmented sex-god body. Without even realizing it, Eric's hands came to rest clutching at his crotch. He only stopped when he noticed James - himself - boy, this is confusing! - staring across at him.
"So, um, what do we do now?", Eric said uncertainly.
"Oh, I don't know..." James said as he snuggled Eric's body up to his own and started stroking his bicep. "I thought we might have a little fun together."
"But I'm not... gay..." Eric's voice trailed off as the sensations from his new body started hitting him, along with a little mental nudge from Maker, of course.
James grinned and pulled Eric up to him, looking deeply into his own blue eyes and seeing Eric staring out from behind them. This was absolutely wild. Then Eric grabbed James'/his own head and pulled them together, kissing him deeply. They explored each others' mouths with their tongues, their familiar outlines made strange by the unusual angle. James found that his new body had an unbelievable lung capacity, and he could make one kiss last an incredible amount of time, even allowing his partner to breath from his own lungs.
They finally broke apart, Eric with a dazed look in his new eyes. Kissing a girl had never felt anything like this. James pulled the shirt off his body and marveled at what was revealed. He'd seen it in the mirror a million times - perfectly defined, perfectly tanned, perfectly smooth. But it still looked different, seen from someone else's eyes. Sexier somehow. He realized how badly he was lusting after... himself!
He looked over at Eric, who was starting to get into this, and was smiling back at him.
"So what else can this body of yours do?"
"I dunno," Eric grinned, "why don't you find out?"
James flexed his arms, chest, abs, his entire torso in fact, and held in tightly there for a minute or more. The veins could clearly be seen jutting out from the surface of his skin, and he started to sweat under the strain. Suddenly, the shirt seemed to explode, every seam ripping apart at once. He threw aside the tattered remains and grinned at Eric, whose eyes were nearly popping out of his/James' head.
"Oh, my god, that never seemed so hot when I did it myself! Get over here!"
They hurled themselves together and started making out with a passion. Each of them knew their own bodies' hot spots, and used this to full advantage. James felt himself moan as Eric buried James' agile tongue deeply in Eric's body's ear, one hand stroking the fine fur of Eric's chest, the other kneading at Eric's ass. James, in turn, lost no time in feeling his own body up, tickling his own inner thighs relentlessly as the irresistably strong arm he now owned pulled the two of them tightly together. They went on like this for who knows how long, their bodies quickly becoming slippery with a combination of sweat and saliva as they took turns sucking on each other's nipples.
When they came up for air for a moment, James realized that they were both stlll wearing their shorts - a fact that would shortly become very inconvenient. In fact, both their members were straining at the fabric, just begging to be let free. Looking across at himself, he realized Eric had noticed the same thing. Grinning, they both reached across, grabbed the other's clothes, and pulled until everything, shorts, boxers, and all, ripped apart into so many shreds. Gasping, they both drank in the sight of the cocks they new possessed.
James knew his own well enough, of course, but Eric's was a revelation. It was porn star material, nearly a foot long if it was an inch, and several inches around. It felt like he had a billy club attached to his crotch - but that, he supposed, was only in keeping with the absurd power of this jock's body. He looked up and Eric's borrowed eyes met his own.
"So what do you think, a nice pair, aren't they?"
"Oh fuck yeah. So can I... or do you want to..."
James pondered a moment. His body's own augmented throat might be able to handle this monster, but he doubted that Eric's body was practiced enough at it. "Suck me... me."
Without further encouragement, Eric obliged, wrapping James' parted lips about his own cock. To both their surprise, he took it all, though the stretching was visible halfway down James's throat. Immediately, James felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Eric might not be an expert cocksucker, but it was complete instinct to James' body. He swallowed, massaging the end of Eric's cock in the process, while his tongue encircled the base. Then he was off, and in a burst of suction Eric pulled both of his body's peach-sized balls into James mouth, bathing both gently with the eager tongue. From the sheer intensity of the feelings washing over him, James strongly suspected that this was this body's first blowjob. After all, how many girls would have been able to fit in Eric's mutant member?
Despite its size, Eric's body lacked the sexual stamina of James', and all to soon he felt something welling up inside his loins. Pulling Eric off of him, he said, "Want to try something a little more intense?" With a smirk he grabbed at his body's ass.
"Um... I dunno... wouldn't that hurt or something?"
James didn't wait to hear more, but instead, used the strength of his new body to grab Eric, flip him over, force him into doggy position, and locked both arms in a full-nelson hold. "Well, guess what, you're going to do it, and you're going to fucking LOVE it." Despite the rough treatment, James could tell that Eric was aroused. He made a mental note: this boy might have a bit of sub in him - he's just never met anyone large enough to dominate him, except maybe himself!
He started by roaming about his body's crack with Eric's tongue, gently pushing his way inside. This was a completely novel sensation to Eric, of course, and he was moaning with pleasure. Then James took Eric's already well-lubricated cock and pushed it inside his James' body's ass. It immediately slid in right to the hilt, and they both froze for a moment as James' last trick kicked in.
The mind switch started to reverse, but stopped halfway, so that they were both feeling the sensations coming from both bodies. The result was one of the most incredible (and physically impossible) experiences that James had yet had: fucking someone at the same time that person was fucking him. As Eric (James?) rammed his cock in and out of James' (Eric's?) ass, they completely lost track of who was who and what was what, succumbing to the unbelievable pleasure. Suddenly, they both came at once, and in the blinding white flash of orgasm they both passed out.
It was James who woke up first, back in his rightful body. Apparently, the timer he'd built into the swap had run out, and they were both where they belonged. He picked up his palmtom and asked for a status report. Let's see, Eric had mentioned something about a girlfriend... Ah, here she was. Jeri. Maker indicated that she was currently arriving back in town, and no doubt the first thing she'd do upon returning was go to see her boyfriend. James tapped a button, and suddenly the both of them were no longer on James' couch, but in Eric's own house, lying on his bed. He made a few more preparations, then waited.
Soon, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Eric, honey, I'm back!" The door swung open, and Jeri strode into the room. She stopped, and when her brain had time to comprehend what she was seeing, she screamed.
"OH MY GOD!!!"
Eric awoke with a start. "What? Where am I..." He looked over at James, then up at Jeri, and froze in terror.
"Oh my god! What the fuck is going on here?! You're cheating on me, aren't you? And with... with this fucking queer. What are you, some kind of fucking fag?! Why the hell didn't you..." She froze midsentence.
Her whole body seemed to expand outward at once, adding at least a foot to her diminutive 5'2" frame. The shirt, bra, and tight miniskirt that she'd been wearing burst asunder almost at once, leaving her naked except for the pair of white panties she'd been wearing. It began to expand ominously under the force of the extra large genetalia forming behind them, ready to rip, but then it curved and hardened into a protective cup and jock strap. Her breasts rippled and flattened until they became a set of firm but unusually large pectorals, practically man-tits. Her flat stomach bulged outward, then resolved into a nice six-pack. Her waist stayed the same throughout the transformation, and with the bulking above led to a sharply defined "V" torso. Arms and legs expanded, then contracted in certain places, leaving drop dead gorgeous muscles, the pecs alone the size of grapefruit. Her shoulder-length red hair shortened until it was only a few inches long, then twisted into an afro-like mat of curly hair. Her skin darkened to an olive-brown, seemingly half Italian, half Asian, and her hair turned black. Her jaw hardened and facial features became more masculine, but the face retained an impish, inquisitive, almost angelic appearance. Her eyebrow and nose rings stayed in place, merely enlarging slightly, but in the now slightly flattened nose they reminded one of a bull more than anything.
The physical changes complete, her clothes reappeared, but not as before. First her sandals closed over and became a pair of cleats. Then a pair of sweatpants appeared, and above that a tiny mesh jersey, bearing the name of the high school, that didn't even make it to her bellybutton. Finally, a large set of kevlar shoulder pads and chest guards materialized, and a streak of black resolved under each guy. The transformation was complete: the pissed-off girlfriend of a moment before had been replaced by a tall, good looking football stud, fresh off the field after a spring practice.
"...Why the hell didn't you invite me?"
James smirked. Eric gaped.
"J-J-Jeri???"
"Jerry. I'm not entirely sure what just happened, but damn, I'm built," he said, glancing in the mirror and adjusting his factory-fresh package. "Cute and hung, too. I was never this good looking as a girl. You probably don't have to worry about crushing me in bed anymore... maybe I can even take you on the field, too."
"Oh really?" Eric replied, finally snapping out of it and standing up. "We'll just have to see about that."
They wrestled for a moment, now well matched physically, and though Eric was still naked and Jerry had pads, Eric was more experienced and quickly had him spun around and pinned down on the bed. They were soon making out and James busied himself with the difficult but enjoyable task of getting Jerry out of his sweaty jockstrap - using only his tongue.
They all lost time as a rather athletic threesome ensued. At one point they had a nice daisy chain going, each one sucking off the next. Not long after found Eric getting fucked from both ends, James in front and Jerry from the back. He might be the dominant one on the field, but Eric showed signs of playing a different role in the bedroom. Still, they were both hot tempered, and it should be nothing less than an interesting relationship.
James finally managed to extract himself, leaving Eric and Jerry in a blissful sixty-nine, oblivious to the outside world. As he was getting ready to leave, he pulled out Maker and made a few tweaks to the changes he'd made earlier. They'd be teammates on the football team now. It should make for some interesting times on the field... and even more interesting in the locker room afterwards. Maybe if the whole team... but no, he put that exciting possibility to the side for the moment, until he could work out his larger plans. Leaving the two jocks to their hot play, he skated off into the night.
End of Part 12