What's the Frequency 2 (body swap)
by LemApp
Muscle Stud
Greg and I left his house with the Palm Pilot and Fog Horn in tow. We were out looking for hunks so we could capture their body frequencies. Being only 15, we soon realized that we did not have a clue where to find muscle studs grouped together.
Greg stopped at the 7-11 to get a Big Gulp, chips and snacks. As he was loading up on supplies I noticed the nutrition store nearby. I saw several guys going in and out as I waited for Greg. When Greg exited the 7-11 with a bulging bag of junk food, I suggested we head over.
The nutrition store was holding some kind of open house where several vendors were displaying their goods. No one seemed to notice us through the crowd. Along one of the wall I spotted a huge bodybuilder wearing only a pair of shorts. I wanted to have his body; the deep tan, thick chest, and huge legs. I had to have that body no matter what it took.
I grabbed Greg and pulled him over to the muscle hunk. When he saw us approaching I could see disgust wash across his face. Now I was more afraid to ask if we could capture his body frequency. Greg and I stood in awe before the muscle god not saying a word. The stud asked, "What are you boys doing here?"
I turned to my chubby friend Greg. He seemed to have regained his voice and went on about the device we were carrying. The bodybuilder seemed to have become interested in the device. He began to ask Greg technical questions that I could not understand.
Finally the muscle god agreed that he would allow the scanning. He stood up and motioned us to the back of the store. He continued to direct us through the warehouse and out to the back alley.
Once we were outside, the muscle stud stepped out of his shorts to reveal a micro-posing suit underneath. The pouch was bulging to contain the cock and balls stuffed inside. He directed Greg to fire up his machine and capture the frequency. Greg handed me his junk food bag as he set-up the Palm Pilot and foghorn. In moments, the muscle stud was visibly vibrating. His cock expanded above the waistband by a few inches. Then as the bodybuilder began to moan loudly he cock shot a huge load. Slowly the vibrations stopped and the muscle stud stood there breathing heavily.
The bodybuilder stuffed his dick back in the tiny posing suit as he regained composure. He located his shorts and slowly pulled them on. This had been a long silence that was broken when the stud said, "I don't believe the body changing part but you have a machine there that people will want to enjoy. Wait here."
More studs
Greg and I stood in the alley while the stud re-entered the store. About a minute later he brought out two other muscular men. He asked that each of them strip to their underwear and let Greg point his machine at them. Much like our muscle stud, these guys were covered in thick muscles. The equipment they had crammed in their underwear was amazing. The thin cotton did little to hide their cocks and balls.
Greg pointed the frequency scanner at the guy on the left. He began to vibrate and soon you could see his cock snake along the inside of his underwear. Soon he was grunting as a large wet spot grew around his cock head. The vibrations stopped and the guy just stood there with his eyes closed.
Greg then pointed his scanner at the guy on the right. As the process began he struggled to pull down his boxer briefs. He vibrated as his cock began to stand straight up. Then without warning cum pumped out and flew through the air. When the vibrations stopped, he staggered backwards.
The three men huddled together to discuss something. They frequently looked at the scanner in Greg's hands. They seemed to have reached some type of agreement. Our muscle stud pulled Greg aside to speak to him. The other men gathered up their clothes to get dress.
The one man with the soaked underwear pulled them off and tossed them to the ground. I thought came to me that Greg and I would need different sized clothes if we changed our bodies. The men walked away leaving Greg and I alone in the alley.
Old Thrift Store
Greg told me about the offer from the muscle stud. If we could get an adult to bring this device back here in about two hours, a demonstration could be set-up at a local gym. It seems that a lot of bodybuilders work out there, so a lot of prime frequencies could be captured. Greg continued that his plan was for us to change ourselves into the UPS and FedEx guys we had been earlier. I agreed that I wanted to go ahead with his plan.
I mentioned to Greg that we would need different clothes. The men we became were taller and bigger. We counted our cash and we only had about $30 between us, mostly with Greg because of his large weekly allowance. I suggested a thrift store that was a few blocks away.
We entered the old thrift store and the guy behind the counter did not even look up. Greg and I made our way to through the overstuffed shelves and through the maze of boxes and mannequins. The layout of the store was like a series of short hallways that branched off in different directions making it difficult to see more than a few feet down any aisle. It seemed like Greg and I were the only customers in the store.
I realized that I had never bought clothes for someone else. I had no idea what size clothes I would need. My parents were usually with me when I was getting new clothes. They would tell me what size I needed. I knew that I would try something on to make sure I could even get it on, but I had no sense about clothing sizes.
I asked Greg if he knew what size clothes we needed. It seemed that he too had no idea. I suggested that we change our bodies and try on clothes. We found the dressing room along one the further reach of the store. There was only a short curtain to cover the opening, but inside was large enough for both Greg and I. We silently stripped down to our underwear.
Greg handed me a wad of napkins and nodded toward my boxers. I realized that he meant I would shot a load when my body changed. Embarrassed, I faced away from Greg and wrapped my tiny cock with the napkins. The vibrations moved through my body and I felt the goose bumps as the growth occurred. The cock in my hand expanded and soon my large balls emptied into the napkins. As the vibrations stopped, I slipped my softening cock into my boxers. Again it was unusual to look down and see a different body. But I was not seeing the man I had become earlier in the day.
My reflection in the mirror confirmed that I was the FedEx driver that Greg had been. Greg smiled and said, "I thought that you would want to try the FedEx driver. He has such big man tits."
Greg then showed how to operate the Palm Pilot while he turned away from me. I could tell that he was gripping my cock above the waistband of his underwear. The scanner hummed in my hand as I saw Greg vibrate in front of me. I watch as his short fat teenage body grew thinner, taller and darker. I heard Greg grunt as the vibrations stopped. I knew by now that he must have cum.
Greg turned around without putting his dick away. He said, "I really like this body. He has a big dick."
Greg put his dick away as I looked outside the dressing room. Best I could tell we were still alone. Then a wave of embarrassment came over me. I could not go out there in anything but boxer shorts. But then it struck me that I was not some extremely thin teenager but a muscular man stud. I had nothing that I should be ashamed of. I stood there as Greg pushed me through the curtains. I nearly knocked over a pile of boxes, but I caught them in time.
I said, "We should get some shorts first."
We made our way through several aisles trying to locate men's shorts. About halfway back to the front I spotted a rack with what looked like soccer shorts. I grabbed a pair without reading the size. I put my feet through the opening and pulled them up my legs. They were way too small and I lost my balance, falling to the floor. To break my fall I grabbed anything that I could and soon I was under several boxes.
The guy at the front counter heard the noise and raced back to see what had happened. He arrived as Greg was helping me to my feet. The clerk asked if I had been hurt, but I was fine. It was more embarrassing than painful. Then he noticed that Greg and I were standing there in nothing but our underwear. He asked what was going on. I explained that this was our first time clothes shopping on our own and we had no clue as to what size we needed.
The clerk pointed out that we were I the boys' section and we most certainly needed men's clothes. The clerk led us back to near the dressing room and pulled some soccer shorts from a box on the floor. He handed Greg and I each a pair. I quickly slipped them on and found that they fitted perfectly. I looked at Greg and saw that his shorts seem to fit him as well.
I asked if he had any muscle shirts. The clerk reached into a box further down the aisle under a rack of old coats. I slipped the shirt over my head and pulled it tight over my chest. Greg was doing the same, but his chest was stretching the fabric to the tearing point. The clerk tossed him a different shirt that seemed to stretch not nearly as much but was still tight along his chest.
The clerk asked if we needed anything else like shoes since we were both barefoot. I realized that he was right. My teenage shoes would not fit a man's foot. The clerk led us around the store navigating several turns to a small corner filled with athletic shoes. He measured our feet and laid out a pair of running shoes for each of us. Just like before, the fit was perfect. This guy knew what he was doing.
The Clerk
Since Greg and I had everything that we needed, we offered to pay. Greg went back to the dressing room to get our old clothes and the frequency scanner. He joined the clerk and I at the front counter. A strange look came across his face when he saw the pile of clothes.
He asked, "Those are not your clothes. They belong to a pair of young boys who are in the store. But then again I did not see the two of you enter the store. What is going on?"
I looked at Greg as he stared at me. We did not know what to say. I looked back at the clerk as I heard Greg begin to explain his theory of body frequencies. The clerk looked on in amazement as Greg droned on about technology I did not understand.
After Greg finished, the clerk said, "That is impossible!"
Greg pointed at the clothes and then at himself and me. Then Greg offered, "Do you want to become a massive bodybuilder?"
Excitement came to his face as he thought over the offer. He reached under the counter a brought out a purple bodybuilder-posing suit. The clerk agreed and we all walked back to the dressing room. Greg explained that the expansion process would make his clothes rip away from his body; it was best if he stripped. In a few moments the clerk stood there naked.
Greg explained that a frequency capture was required and then he would apply the bodybuilder frequency over top. The clerk nodded as Greg began the process. The clerk began to vibrate and his small dick cam to life. Greg had completed the capture and began the overlay. The clerk in front of us began to transform as his arms expanded to nearly three time their size. His shoulders widen as his chest pumped out and up. Abs began to appear below thick chest muscles. The clerk shifted his legs because they were too thick to keep close together. His dick and ball expanded like balloons. Soon the clerk was jerking as cum pumped out of his thick cock. The man now in front of us was identical to the bodybuilder Greg and I had seen about an hour earlier.
The clerk slowly turned to the full-length mirror and did a series of bodybuilding poses. This guy seemed to know the routine as he went from pose to pose. After several minutes he stopped and slipped on the purple suit. He struggled trying to stuff his massive cock inside the small space. The clerk then offered that we could have the clothes for free if he could keep the body for a while.
Greg and I agreed. We followed the clerk through the store as he grabbed a shirt and shorts for himself. The clerk offered us a bag for our old clothes. As Greg and I left the store, I looked back to see the clerk had already taken his shirt off. I knew that he was enjoying himself.