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Summer Poll: A Dilemma of Pleasure

Do you believe you could survive this trial of celibacy, a small price to pay to achieve the ultimate body? Or would you fail and give in to the the temptations of the flesh, losing everything for a brief moment of pleasure...

Yes, I can do it! Restraining myself to achieve the perfect body!

Maybe... it'll be incredibly hard (literally) but I'll figure out some strategy.

No, I imagine I'd never survive that long without pleasuring my new self.

Please... I'd fail within a few minutes, the moment I see my new reflection...

Remaining time: 6 days 19 hours

Imagine this, one day you stumble upon a mysterious artefact that allows you to swap/possess/shapeshift into the perfect body you've always dreamed of. You're ecstatic, as the body is everything you could ever have wished for... but you quickly realize there's a catch...

You see, to keep the new body forever you must refrain from reaching an orgasm in your new flesh, neither sex or masturbation are allowed, for the next two years.

If you do experience an orgasm though, not only will you immediately return to your original body, but all your memories of the magical transformation will mysteriously fade away. All the time you spent in your new flesh will be wiped away, as if it had never happened at all...

Hey everyone! Hope you're all having a great summer so far and staying well hydrated! Thought I'd post a quick little poll just for fun and to interact with the community. I would love to know how confident you'd be to not pleasure yourself in your dream body, or whatever loophole you'd figure out to cheat the transformative magic! /Verus

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No Escape From Cheating

Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended.

Ash never thought he’d end up serving in the army. He wasn’t the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ash’s life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes.

Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic move— Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control.

After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope he’d wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body.

“Hrmphhh!” Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin.

Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasn’t sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ash’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ash’s mouth.

“Ugh— AAAGH!!!” Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body.

It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldn’t find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers.

As his mind raced with possibilities, Ash’s hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror.

“What the fuck is going on!?”

Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.

Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasn’t just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah.

“Leah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my body—” Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over.

Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I don’t want to spoil our fun tonight while we’re together…

Under his girlfriend’s control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

Why? Why!? Don’t act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldn’t be able to track you down eventually?

Listen Leah! I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did but can’t we just talk about this like adults? If it’s my dick you’re after, we can just fuck one more time! I’m cool with that!!

Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ash’s subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.

Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I don’t need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!

Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you weren’t going to go to?

Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it.

You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people!

Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense.

I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t take cheating lightly.

Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ash’s foot and slithered up his leg.

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

If you want a threesome so bad, then I’m here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.

Aaron slithered up to Ash’s hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation.

Wait!! We don’t have to do this! I can—

It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ash’s to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ash’s member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaron’s presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than one— overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss.

Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ash’s girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ash’s body to get their rocks off instead.

Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.

“Whewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselves…” Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. “Hey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never would’ve thought of doing something like this without your help!”

“Anytime! I’m just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!”

Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.

“Well, I’m out of here. I’ll see you around!!”

With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leah’s presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.

“Wait, Leah! Take your gay friend with—”

Under Aaron’s command, Ash’s hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I would’ve never found a body like this on my own…”

Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ash’s load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.

“Oh yeahhh, I think I’m gonna enjoy being a ‘straight’ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, there’s a new Oliver Ashley in town. He’s hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!”

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PHM Time Travel/Body Swap episode

I’ve been giggling over this concept for a hot minute- >

The idea is simple-

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"Next time, don't forget to drink your water and do proper warmups, okay dek?" Arif said with a subtle hint of condescension before leaving the stunned real Arif now trapped in God-knows-who that surely enacted this body swap

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Sorpresa para cita

Hoy para sorprender a su prometido, Alex tomo prestado el cuerpo del conductor que lo traía de regreso a su casa.

Alex solo estaba emocionado por ver la reacción de su esposo cuando lo vea, el sabe que su prometido tiene una debilidad por los chicos bien definidos.

-Amor ya llegué, ¿dónde te encuentras?

PERO QUÉ, OH DIOS!!!

~No te lo puedes imaginar, está vez conseguí a uno sexy.

~Se sincero amor, ¿te gusta mucho este cuerpo que conseguí?

-Por supuesto que sí, veamos, modela un poco para mí.

~Sera un placer.

-Wow, mira como crecen tus brazos, eres magistral.

~Lo sé cariño, ahora prepárate, vamos a salir a una cita.

-Creo que es hora de salir y conocer un poco mejor a este hombre que estoy viendo.

~Jajaja, tienes razón, finjamos que está será nuestra primera cita.

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Justice is Delicious

There was a man named John who worked as a car mechanic, he liked to ride cars but preferred motorcycles. He was what you would call a sort of sigma male, he lead by example rather than by authority, he was a fair and regulated man.

John grew up from an abusive household where his father would berate him for any reason. It got even worst when he passed puberty and realized he didn’t just like girls, but guys also. Being foresightful, he left home to build his life and even started going to the gym. He had a calm, no bullshit, dominant personality and a sense of justice. He was knowledgeable and had many experiences despite only being 21.

There was a top police officer who was a prick, he believed himself to be an Alpha male and to be fair he had to looks. He trained regularly and kept in shape. Even in his early years he was skilled in Boxing and other fighting skills, but he mostly got by on his need to dominate and rule. This eventually got him in a high position being in charge of the department granting him many connections even with the judge. He was a corrupt man who hated homosexual.

His name was no other than Grant.

Every was visibly intimidated by him except John who show little emotion to Grant intimidation. which would make him livid. So he continued to provoke him anytime he got the chance even outside of work. It didn’t help that both went to the same gym when he would at times mess with his stuff to disorient him.

One particular day, Grant pulled John over and said. You know why I pulled you over. Grant said smuggly.

You drove 1 mile over, Grant said. Ok, John said after breathing quietly.

Grant in a voice of authority asked for his license and proceeded to look up any failed registration or faults to use against him but was clear and returned back to the car.

Alright you’re good to go, but next time drive carefully. Grant said. Also have you inspected your plate and back lights. Yes and I recently had them renewed. John said casually. Well you need to fix it, because it’s broken. He then left and broke the lights and handed him the license plate and left him.

After the gym he was walking at night to ride his motorcycle across the street and he ran into Grant again.

Oh look who I see here, someone looks like there get a little after rush tonight. Grant said.

John tried to continue back to his bike, he didn’t need to respond, plus Grant wasn’t in uniform, but Grant went further to attack his personal space and pushed him. He proceeded to mock him going further than ever before to provoke him. It was at this time, John fuel with wrath wanted revenge.

One day John use his knowledge and experience of astral projection and later approach Grant seeing him sitting at a water well. So excited that he finally gets to put this to the test, he thought.

John then projected himself from his body into the ignorant cop. Now he has finally attain justice, he than starts picking up his old body and take home to preserve in a safe place while he parade the cops body and checking it out.

As he spends time, in the body he also gains access to his memories. John realizes that the cop is a unawakened homosexual and has some sort of obsession with him that transcended hatred and admiration, maybe even a man crush.

Nonetheless, he became his obsession as they always do in the end.

Whether it was to have gay sex to ruin the cops reputation by getting a tinder account or gay bars, John(Grant) was finally able his wish “granted”. It’s true what they say, “Justice is Delicious”.

The picture are not mine and the story is the made by Bradpastry24, the video can be found on YouTuber MalePossession who I give credit to.

Please enjoy and thank you.

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Protocol Zero: Episode 2 Test Subject 421

The richest man in the world has a relationship problem, well atleast he has a new research facility to take care of it.

Protocol Zero Episode 2

Episode 2 of Protocol Zero forshadows the surprise twist swap of the Oasis Protocol Season 1.

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Festival Vibes

“Fuck yea!”, Johnny roared over the noise of the crowd as he struck a double bicep pose. Life was good. The sun was shining, the beats were blasting, and the chicks were banging. And to top it all off he was one fucking hot alpha stud with a cocktail of drugs and testosterone pumping through his veins, and a massive donkey dick swinging in his shorts. He stood head and shoulders above the beta losers around him as girls took turns swinging off his thick biceps. Who would have thought that this would be the life that old bean pole would come to live.

Johnny had been a short, skinny kid growing up. During middle school, athletic kids like Kyle always used to tease him for his smaller size and lack of athletic ability. Things changed in the summer before high school when Johnny had a massive growth spurt. He was now taller than all of his classmates by at least half a foot, a statistic that he would go on to maintain throughout high school. But despite his towering height, Johnny was still as skinny as a reed, earning him the nickname Beanpole from Kyle.

Even with his high school jock physique, Kyle was envious of how Johnny towered over all the other students. This envy manifested in acts of aggression to assert his dominance. He would shove Johnny in the hallway, made sure to tackle him extra hard in gym class, and scare off any students that would dare try and make friends with poor Beanpole.

Most of all, Kyle liked to play practical jokes on Johnny. Things came to a head towards the end of senior year. Johnny was making his way across the quad when Kyle snuck up behind him and pulled down the taller boy's pants in front of half of the student body. Kyle began congratulating himself on another well-executed prank when he realised everyone was watching on in stunned silence.

Kyle looked down to see that Johnny was sporting the biggest cock and balls that he had ever seen. “What the fuck, you freak?” Kyle stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing, turning his back on Johnny. Something primal came over Johnny. A strange feeling of dominance turned his vision red. In one swift motion, Johnny reached down and tugged down Kyle’s shorts. The whole quad burst out laughing as they saw that Kyle was packing a thin stub of a cock. In reality, Kyle was only slightly below average, but in comparison to the monster that Kyle was sporting, he looked like a little boy.

From that day, the dynamic changed. Johnny found himself being invited to all the popular kid's parties. At one of these parties, he found himself hooking up with a cheerleader. One thing led to another, and soon half the party was listening to the cheerleader moan at the top of her lungs as she rode his monster cock. From that day forward, he was no longer Beanpole, he was Big Red. It wasn’t long before he had worked his way through all the hottest chicks in the student body. Everyone wanted a ride on Big Red.

With his newfound self-esteem and social standing, Johnny began to make changes in other parts of his life. He began working out and looking after his diet. By the time he was off to college, he had put on a reasonable amount of muscle onto his tall frame. He loved all the comments he was getting about his size, so he doubled down on his gym routine and began experimenting with a cocktail of hormones during his freshman year of college.

By the summer of his sophomore year, Johnny had grown to 230 pounds of solid muscle, and his ego had grown to match. He had numerous endorsements with supplement brands and was showered in free gym gear from the hottest labels. He had quickly worked his way through all the hottest chicks in his year and had even started on the senior class. At 6’5 he towered over all the other dudes at his college, and he constantly made sure to let them know he was the superior male specimen. If Johnny hadn’t been so self-centered, he may have noticed his attitude has morphed into that of his high school bully’s.

Kyle’s life had changed after that fateful day as well. Word quickly spread of his less than impressive package and it wasn’t long before someone came up with the nickname JellyBean. He instantly dropped to the bottom of the food chain. At the last party he was invited to, he saw Johnny leading his ex-girlfriend away into one of the bedrooms where she proceeded to scream his name for the next hour.

His confidence shattered, Kyle messed up his trial for a football scholarship and he had to get a dead-end job at a factory after he graduated. The work was hard and draining so he came home sore and exhausted. Lacking the motivation to work out, his physique softened and his body grew thick with fat.

One day a picture of Johnny came up on Kyle's Instagram feed. Kyle was consumed with envy as he scrolled through the hunks profile, seeing the incredible life he led. From that night onward, Kyle furiously masturbated to his former classmate, fantasising about how his life could have been different.

One night while browsing the web, he found an old post about astral projection. That night Kyle found himself floating above his body. He panicked as his brain tried to process what was happening. He had somehow managed to astral project. The next few weeks were spent honing his newfound skill until he was eventually able to travel long distances with ease.

Late one night, he managed to get all the way to Johnny’s campus. He floated through the dorm rooms until he found his former classmate's dorm room. And there Johnny was, in all of his naked glory. His frame was so large, that his feet were poking out the bottom of his simple dorm room bed. His muscles were glistening with sweat, and his cock oozed cum as he held a busty brunette against his muscular frame.

Kyle felt compelled to touch the sleeping giant as he reached one of his spectral hands towards the mans hulking chest. His hand glowed as it made contact with the muscle before it began to sink into the bigger man's flesh. Kyle was ecstatic, it was just like in the movies. He would be able to take Johnny’s life for his own. “NO!”, roared a foreign presence in Kyle's mind. He found himself forced out of Johnny’s body and flung back into his own where he awoke with a start.

After reading up online, Kyle realised that Johnny’s will was just too dominating to lose control over his body. Kyle resigned himself to watching Johnny each night, living the life he could have almost had.

That was until the festival. Johnny had stumbled towards a bank of porta-potties to take a slash. All of them were full so he decided to find an out-of-the-way spot where he could take care of business. Due to the cocktail of drugs and alcohol, combined with the scorching heat of the desert sun, Johnny soon found himself losing his balance. The large man slumped against a wall to stop the world from spinning and promptly passed out.

Kyle has just so happened to be watching this scene take place. He floated down to Johnny and inspected his slumbering form. Johnny’s choice of festival attire left little to the imagination. His impressive arms were on show, having turned a light shade of red in the sweltering sun. His muscle singlet had torn slightly around the neck as it couldn’t contain the sheer bulk of his chest. His thick quads burst out of his colourful shorts, the imprint of his monster cock clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Huge calves worked in tandem with his massive feet to support his huge frame. And it was all his for the taking.

Kyle pushed his spectral hand into Johnny’s chest. A familiar force tried to push him out. But this time the force was weaker. “No,” the voice in his head said feebly. Kyle smirked to himself and proceeded to force the rest of the way inside.

Johnny heard the voice again “No stop!”, the voice said, this time in a more panicked tone. Seizing his advantage, Kyle willed his spirit to develop Johnny’s presence. The two clashed in a battle of will, but Johnny in his weakened state was fighting a losing battle. Kyle began to strip parts of Johnny’s spirit. His dominance, his masculinity, his drive, until nothing was left except a defenseless shell. “Please, don’t do this,” Johnny pleaded as Kyle willed his spirit to devour what was left of Johnny’s will.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked down to find a huge set of pecs blocking his vision. It has worked. He was now Johnny. He hauled himself to his feet, momentarily experiencing vertigo as he got used to seeing the world from so high up. He wasted no time exploring his new body, his large calloused hands exploring the sheer volume of each of his pecs and the deep groves of his abs.

Eventually his hands wandered into his overstuffed briefs. He moaned as he squeezed his bull nuts and massaged his colossal cock. “Looks like you need a hand with that,” a voice said. Kyle opened his eyes to find a smoking hot chick had wandered around the back of the building. Kyle smirked to himself. Less than a minute after taking over Johnny’s body and chicks were already throwing themselves at him.

The new Johnny peeled off his singlet, before scooping the girl up in his big arms, and going in for a deep kiss. The girl kissed back as she draped her hands over his huge traps, her thighs resting on either side of his ripped torso. One of her hands pushed its way into his overstuffed shorts, her eyes going wide momentarily as she realised what she was dealing with before she composed herself.

“Think you can take it?” Johnny whispered in her ear as her hands explored the length of his thick shaft, her dainty hand not even close to getting around its incredible girth. Johnny spun the girl around, and pulled down his shorts releasing his python from it’s fabric cage. He paused momentarily, taking in the gravity of the situation. Everything was finally right in the world. The sun, the music, the chicks, the body. He was back to being the alpha he always should have been. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he lowered the chick onto his waiting cock.

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Couples Cosplay

Disclaimer: The images in this one are AI ones from Instagram.

My boyfriend and I love cosplay. There’s something hot as hell about dressing up and pretending to be someone else. We’d spend whole weekends at conventions, me dressed as some lithe, twinky character, and my boyfriend would suit himself up in some hunky armour or soldier suit. We’d pose for photos all day, smiling at the camera as it captured the fantasy that we both loved. Then we’d go home and fuck like rabbits as we took our roleplay to a whole new level. But that’s where things started to come unstuck.

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So @thesuitaskin said to give more highlight to Cole, and you know what, hell yeah, I have bunch of his pics in my archive so why not. Spinning off the spinoff, I guess?

Spinoff: The Man That Falls

Shawn wiped the sweat from his brow, the cheap motel room thick with the smell of mold and fear. Cole, tied to a rickety chair, his usually jovial face contorted with terror, was the source of the latter. Shawn circled him, the syringe glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering through the grimy window.

"Shoulda minded your business, flyboy," Shawn said, his voice a low growl. "Now look at you. All trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."

"You're insane. What do you even want?" Cole strained against the ropes, his muscular arms bulging, but the knots held firm.

Shawn chuckled, a humorless sound that bounced off the peeling wallpaper.

"What do I want? I want your life, Cole. Your clean life. Your life where people respect you, not fear you. Your life where you ain't gotta look over your shoulder every damn second. The same life that you denied me,"

He stopped circling and stood directly in front of Cole, the needle a hair's breadth from his skin.

"See, you messed up when you rejected me a few years ago in the recruitment center because you believed that bitch shrink evaluation about me. Tendency for violence, pffttt....stupid. Then, you messed up again when you decided to play hero earlier this week. You saw something you shouldn't have, now you gotta pay the price."

Shawn traced the outline of Cole's bicep with the tip of the syringe. "This," he said, admiration lacing his voice, "this is power. Respect. This is what I want,"

"You'll never get away with this," Cole spat at him, the glob of saliva landing on Shawn's cheek.

Shawn wiped his face with the back of his hand, his eyes hardening.

"Oh, I will. I've thought this through. Every single step." He gestured around the room. "Nobody knows you're here. Nobody cares about a washed-up thug like me. By the time anyone notices you're gone, I'll be you."

He began to explain his plan in detail, relishing the look of horror on Cole's face. The injection, he explained, was a potent muscle relaxant, specially formulated by one of the cartel's shady chemists. It would paralyze Cole, leaving him conscious but unable to move. But at the same time, Cole's body would be malleable for manipulation. Then the pill, deep blue and very enchanting, it would dissolve everything Cole and made the studly blonde physique merely an empty husk with all its essence pooled like a huge lump. Shawn would then be able to simply slide himself through the mouth and entered the body like a snake burrowing into its resting place. Once settled perfectly, the Cole essence would then be absorbed like water by his invading body, fusing with his physique and granting Shawn full access to Cole's deepest memories and reflexes. It's a one-way ride for Cole but Shawn always has the option to move around if needed since he still retained his physique after all. Only after this, Shawn would be encased within a white, muscular skinsuit of a soldier that loves his country and proud of his job

Cole's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That's some sci-fi bullshit! Fuck, are you high now? Is that what the work with the cartel caused you?" Cole managed to choke out, he remained fighting to be free from his tight, Eagle Scout-level knots.

Shawn ignored him, lost in his own macabre fantasy as he spun Cole's chair around to stare at the full-length mirror

"I'll wear you, Cole. I'll walk in your shoes, talk with your voice, feel the sun on your skin… your skin. I'll be the Air Force officer, the respected soldier. Everyone will love me. They'll adore me. Sarah will adore me,"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I will make sure that Sarah feels every single inch of this tool and screamed your name as she's never going to find out about this," Shawn said while cupping Cole's package

Shawn saw the pure, unadulterated hatred in Cole's eyes. Well, that just made him even more excited. Without any pauses whatsoever, he plunged the needle into Cole's arm, surprising the shirtless stud as he yelped in pain as more and more of the liquid entered his system

The paralysis took hold quickly. Cole's struggles weakened, his body slumping against the ropes. His eyes, however, remained wide open, filled with unspeakable dread. Shawn watched, fascinated, as the life slowly drained out of him. Time for phase two. He grabbed the pill from the small zip-lock plastic bag and instantly shoved it down Cole's throat. The once hateful glare weakened to the point of his eyes losing its radiance as Cole no longer conscious. His nose no longer inhales oxygen and his mouth simply agape as the life force that powered his body essentially sucked away. Shawn's hand busily tracing Cole's physique, but a smirk appeared on his face as he realized that Cole's body really started to get deflated

A couple minutes of waiting while smoking his weed, Cole seemingly finished cooking. His body, even in its flat form, still got some weight and pronounced definition. Not wanting to waste more time, Shawn stretched Cole's mouth and started to push his feet and legs inside as if he's wearing an overall, but with the tightness of a biking gear. Pushing through the rubbery stretchiness, the feet quickly managed to be locked in its place, his size 11 now covered inside a hairy, calloused, size 13, white feet. He smirked, as it was just the beginning. His legs and thighs exploded as Cole has quite the inclination to really push himself on leg day while Shawn tend to keep his legs athletic and lean for evading cops and all. Leg day also affected the glutes behind so now in its corporeal form, Shawn has quite the perky, muscular butt courtesy of Cole's rigorous training, which he welcomed with a generous cupping as if he's grabbing on some girl's ass cheeks.

"Fuck," he mouthed to himself as the sensation of having a completely workout-targeted lower body part turned out to be such a massive turn-on, his cock hardened inside the stretchy rubbery bodysuit trying to find its resting place. Shawn slid through his 7 inches into Cole's 6. He could only grinned when he realized that rather than stopping at the full length, Shawn's extra length transferred to the malleable Cole's form, making Cole's appendage reached the 7 inches length soft while at the same time maintaining the girthiness that Cole originally owned in the first place. Alive once more, the floppy thick beer can gained yet additional length as it hardened to match Shawn's arousal towards the overall process

The torso followed suit very quickly as he just needed to twist and turn a bit before finally feeling Cole's jutting pecs and ridges of abdominal muscles as if it's always been his, the back aligned itself too pretty quickly. The arms were not necessarily a major problem since it's pretty loose. Cole's practically owned monster arms to begin with while Shawn kept his lean, but the euphoric sensation of integrating his arm with Cole's definitely stirred his cock to its destructive full-length as it started to leak pre when he flexed his new arms to get the sense on how insanely hard Cole trained for his biceps and triceps

He was this close to lost to the temptation of simply letting himself go off, but he knew it would be even sweeter to do so when he put on Cole's face so he stretched that mouth once more and shimmied his head in as if he's wearing balaclava, only it's someone's face that he put on. When locked in place, the full essence of Cole instantly activated and that's when Shawn finally saw himself in his full, impeccable form as Senior Airman Cole Armstrong. The overwhelming sensation cause him to spew his load all over the carpet of the motel room, which he followed with a very rich and excited laughter as reality really sunk in for him that the cartel claim were not bogus and he just took over the life of a white US Air Forces staffer. As he calmed himself down, he finally got a clearer reflection of his new self

Cole's face stared back at him, the familiar blonde hair framing his features. He flexed in the mirror, admiring Cole's massive muscles now superimposed on his own frame, the cock shiny from the whole mess it just spewed and his cum-stricked hairy legs and quads looked amazing

He walked around the room, testing his movements. The skin suit was surprisingly flexible, allowing him to move with ease. He spoke, practicing Cole's voice, mimicking his mannerisms or even his speech pattern and also the typical military talk

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Senior Airman Cole Armstrong, ready for duty, Sir!"

Every words that came out of his mouth sounded just like the typical Cole, but with a bit more venom that only few would notice. The memory really came in clutch. He's perfect. He's Cole Armstrong

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Shawn integrated himself seamlessly to the career of an up-and-coming military superstar.

Cole's technical background as electrical engineering graduate plus the fact that he came from lineage of US Air Force really accelerated his career development, and Shawn's arrogance just fueled that acceleration even more as he craved the attention, the recognition and also the notoriety to really claim more stakes and ownership on the works that the real Cole would humbly say as collaborative work or team effort. This new Cole would claim every initiative, every progression and every single achievement as his or came from the brilliance of his mind. He would not even hesitate to name drop his gramps, his father or even as far-fetched as his uncle as source of the inspiration for the idea too to also let others know that he came from a family of real war heroes and traiblazers in the Air Force

Personal life was a bit trickier, but nothing he couldn't handle. When he slipped into Cole at the very beginning, Cole was fresh from a break up with this chick named Molly, but he already put an eye on Sarah Parker. Well, Shawn has no idea whether it was Cole's mind that affected him or something else entirely, she also excited him. Sarah has just this irresistible MILF charm that's too tempting and like a jackpot, she's also the parent of one of the dweeb in Shawn's highschool ages ago that just annoyed Shawn everytime his whiny ass answered question from the teachers or spoke out in his little activism corner. Dude's named Thomas, and he stupidly witnessed Shawn slid out of Cole's once so he needed to be exiled, which Shawn carried out in record speed as Timid Tommy has no backbone whatsoever and accepted his fate rather easily while Shawn fooled and ravaged Timid Tommy's mom as he pleases since she fell head over heels for him

One that put up a bit more fight was definitely Cody, Cole's little brother. Long story short, the younger blonde stud walked in on his big brother's empty body crumpled in bed and a naked wet black thug that just walked out from the ensuite bathroom with his eyes clearly surprised by Cody's presence. Luckily, one of Shawn's crew, Trayvon, just visited earlier and still inside the house but decided to hide when he realized that someone he never recognized before from Shawn/Cole story walked in to the house with ease as if he owned the place. Trayvon lunged from behind and hit Cody's head with his gun and that was enough to knock him out, which led to the development of Cody's bodysuit that has been worn by Trayvon ever since that day.

"Easy bro, your secret remained safe with me. I heard nothing and I saw nothing except my big bro coming out of the bathroom buck-naked, that's it," Trayvon said using the drawl and inflection very similar to Cody's way of speaking, "now, if you can excuse me, I'll head back home. My fucking beautiful wife Ellie is waiting for me already," continued Cody with a grin on his face, yes it might be Cody's in physique but there's about to be a new man that pummeled into Ellie's hole later that night yet Ellie wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.

Cole just smiled, it was a close one but he survived for yet another day, and it was turned out to be the start of his more recent expansion

---

As everything seemingly went smoothly, something to note about Cole's career development is the fact that Senior Airman Cole Armstrong received yet another promotion as he turned into Staff Sergeant Cole Armstrong. Aside from the spectacular work he put on, he also received some help from his closest friends the same way he sorted out Cole's lil bro, Cody. He needed more, and that's why he's spending his time on leave with his 2 fellow Staff Sergeant, Daniel Jacobs and Spencer Murray, all three enjoying a short break to town for fishing trips earlier on that day and drinking some good cold beers in the bar downtown.

They planned to head back to the base the next morning. Unfortunately for Jacobs and Murray, they wouldn't even see the sun rises again if everything went according to Armstrong plan, his two crews Tristan and Deion already put their eyes on their latest acquisition while licking their lips from the other end of the bar — the prospect of becoming two white and powerful soldiers just too tempting to resist.

As for Cole, he considered retirement if the takeover worked as he wanted to focus on the demand that appeared from the cartel that just grew so much more lucrative, and if the two puppets are to be installed, he definitely could retire in peace as in daily basis, his crews would just do the work under the disguise of being the patriotic and dutiful soldiers + they could continue to torment Tommy in the base and kept a tab on him. Maybe he could also mix up the business with a bit work in with Veteran Affairs, plenty of connections that he could work with or utilized against as long as he remained under this disguise.

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Okay, I think I jam-packed a bit too much here. I want to develop a separate story for Cody-Cole dynamic hence I left it very general. I also want to make one final loop to tie in the detectives and the expansion Cole did. Shoot me your ideas on things you want to see in the storyline!

jessejaredstories

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras.

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work.

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there!

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie.

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear.

"Yeah, do you wanna go-"

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?"

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?"

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member.

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure.

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly.

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris.

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes.

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!"

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master.

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!"

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made.

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans.

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub.

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?"

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically.

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING.

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him.

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy.

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural.

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

itstransformingtime

Man its great to be young again, I just can’t believe that that I managed to hustle that young man out of his youth. Maybe I should have mentioned that I’m actually 80 years old? I faked being bad at pool so that I would win when all the chips were in so to speak. We had both agreed that if he won, I would give him my life fortune of over £10,000,000. But if I won, I would get his body. He agreed laughing, not thinking that there was anyway that I could win, or that I could actually take his body, but we shook on it, magically agreeing to the terms. It didn’t take long for me to absolutely destroy him, only taking one turn to pocket all my balls. The moment I pocketed the black ball i felt the magically energy begin to build in my body and with a flash of light I found myself in another body, much bigger than my original old and frail body. This body was muscular, with huge budging biceps, I ran my hands over my body and felt it, my skin hadn’t been this smooth in years. Looking over at my old all I saw was a frantic old man, blubbering about me stealing his body. I smirked as I lifted my tshirt off, showing off my new body and flexed. Shouldn’t bet what you’re not afraid to lose.

elysianfit

Escape From Mundanity (P. 1)

Larry couldn’t stand how he looked. He was always busy. Yeah, that was his excuse. To be honest, Larry was never attractive. He never pushed himself in the gym. Actually, he never went to the gym. He never played sports. He never did anything remotely active. Larry’s only motivation in life was mediocrity.

He stayed at his office accountant job for nearly forty years and even then he lacked ambition. His wife, Lucille, was about to leave him… couldn’t satisfy her. His entire life was plagued by the ordinary turn of the clock. His marriage was a failure. His two kids, Cassie and Kent, were in high school and hated their old man for some reason - probably teenage angst. Yet he had an idea to turn his life around, albeit absurd in nature.

Recently, there were… developments… at Larry’s company, as is usual for a pharmaceutical company. However, this development, this new drug, was different. Rumor has it that it allowed the person taking the pill to evaporate into dense smoke, a side effect for a drug that aimed to curb diabetes. According to the rumor mill, once the person became thin air, they were able to possess a nearby person.

Larry, both a fetish fanatic (the one interesting thing about him) and a diabetic, signed up for the trial. As a company worker, Larry was privy to all of the necessary information and qualifications the trial sought, and therefore tailored his profile to fit these standards. He breezed through the screenings.

The trial was unique in that it required subjects to go about their daily lives and report back any issues resulting from the pill should they arise. Larry was given two weeks off and planned to have his family go on a short vacation to Bora Bora. No one ever said no to a free trip.

The trip served a dual purpose: it allowed Larry to reconcile his marriage and relationships while allowing him to find a new suitable body. He was never going back to the pale blob he currently occupied. Instead, he’d be lean, toned, tanned, athletic, and hot - everything he always wanted to be but never could. As for his family… well, they were abandoning him anyway. He was simply beating them to the punch.

Landing on the tropical island, Larry was instantly on the prowl for his next life. That’s when he met Matthieu.

Matthieu was his family’s boat guide, a charming French Polynesian hunk who would serve as the family’s trip liaison. He was also Larry’s target.

Matthieu was everything Larry wasn’t. Sure, he was toned, lean, young, hot, tanned, and could play a decent game of soccer, but he was also confident, carefree, extroverted, and flirtatious.

Biding his time, Larry and his family embarked on a small trip to a local tourist cove out by the reef. Unfortunately, Larry feigned exhaustion and beckoned to betaken back to the main village. Matthieu dutifully prepared the boat and ensured that the family was safe by introducing them to another traveling party from the same village. Everything was sailing smoothly. The same could not be said of Matthieu’s trip back with Larry.

As Matthieu guided the boat to the village and farther from the reef, Larry took the first aid kit from the boat’s base and struck Matthieu, knocking the native hunk out cold. Larry took the pill and within five minutes adopted his ghostly fog form once again. Flowing into Matthieu’s body proved to be a breeze as the young charmer remained defenseless against the fog’s entry through his nostrils and mouth. Within seconds, Larry, or Matthieu, rose and continued his journey back to village, alone in the boat. Once back, Matthieu entered his own room at the hotel and proceeded to strip, allowing the old man within the tan Adonis to take in the entirety of his new body in the bathroom mirror.

Matthieu was amazed by his now tan and toned torso, his firm and flexed muscles, his sexy and smoldering face, his full and luscious head of hair. All of it was now his. Matthieu caressed and massaged his whole body as if discovering it for the first time. He traced the ridges his biceps and triceps formed along his arm, admiring his newfound strength. His pressed and tested the firmness of his newly acquired six pack, amazed by how taut his midsection could be. He caressed his face as if molding it into place, shocked by how smooth his skin was and how plump and juicy his lips now were. He ran both hands through his hair, loving how voluminous and natural it felt as each follicle danced across his fingertips. Larry’s plan worked beautifully.

Before departing for Bora Bora, Larry ensured that every part of the trip was planned, including who his family dealt with and what they would do. Nothing would screw up his plan. This meant that Larry forged several documents changing his identity to Matthieu and sending almost all his assets to an account under his new identity. Paying special attention to Matthieu’s mannerisms and clothing allowed Larry to shop for a new set of clothes that fit his new form perfectly.

That night, Matthieu had some fun. Meeting a fancy young broad and an equally attractive hunk, Matthieu took both beautiful people to his room for a night full of sensual pleasure but devoid of sleep. As he pounded the woman, the hunk pounded into him. Sweat and ejaculation mixed among the three godly bodies as pleasure swirled around them. Matthieu groped his own body, tensing his abs and flexing his bulging biceps, losing himself in the heat of passion and pleasure gained from the feelings and sensations of this new form. He was a god among men, now. As the new dawn rose, Matthieu looked out of his window reflecting joyfully at how successful he was both in his plan and in the sack.

Returning to the U.S. was simple and easy. Matthieu was able to prove his residency as a model on work visa and found a place in sunny California, a far cry from the frigid mundanity of Ohio. Using his new business, accounting, and investment acumen accumulated through years of experience and news viewing, Matthieu successfully launched his own wine distribution company out of Napa Valley, granting him notoriety for being the Valley’s most eligible, and most attractive, bachelor. His new life was just beginning, and his old life was never heard from again.

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