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Objectively the best archive for TF content, lost it for a bit but glad to have found it again, so I’m going to share it with all of you.

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An Everlasting Obsession - Phenomaman Reborn

This has been a long time coming but I hope the fact that it’s my longest ever story makes up for the wait! Somehow even longer than my Omni-Man story. I absolutely loved Phenomaman back when I first played Dispatch and I’m still obsessed with him now so I just had to do him justice. So for any other Phenomaman fans out there, this one is for you!

If you’re intimidated by the size of this story then don’t worry because I’ve also posted it over on AO3! It’s been split up into 14 easier to digest chapters over there. Check it out here! Otherwise feel free to enjoy the Tumblr version ❤️

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“HAHAH! NOT EVEN YOU CAN STOP ME MECHA-MAN!” Screamed Obseledian, a newly emerged supervillain who was reaping havoc across the city. “I’LL MAKE SURE YOU RETIRE FOR GOOD THIS TIME!” He claimed with a terrible smile as he pinned down the enormous mecha-suit.

Robert gritted his teeth as he sat in his suit's cockpit while system alarms blared around him, warning him of the suit's failing integrity. The left arm was unresponsive and the rocket boosters on its back had been severely damaged alongside half of its weapons. Robert tried frantically to use what he had left to at least get out from underneath Obseledian’s grasp. But nothing worked. He was completely trapped knowing that he was only moments away from being ripped out of the suit. He couldn’t believe how much they’d all underestimated this guy.

Obseledian had been an underground criminal for some time with the power to morph his body into almost any material. Usually hard ones such as concrete, steel and even diamond. In the past he’d only been able to change small parts of his body at a time like his hands, making him a small fry really in the grand scheme of things. However he went missing a few years back and now he’s returned stronger than ever. Able to manipulate his entire body at once and even reshape it into any form he desires. It was a simple but terrifying power.

The Z-Team had tried to handle Obseledian on their own at first. Initially it was Punch-Up, Coupé and Malevola but they were soon joined by the rest of the team when it became clear that they weren’t enough. The only one missing was Phenomaman. They’d tried contacting him but he’d flown off France after his lunch break, claiming he was on a “Puppy Mission”… whatever the hell that meant. He must’ve taken out his comms device because he wasn’t responding. So instead some of the other professional heroes had come to assist but none had been able to take Obseledian down. So they resorted to Robert.

Robert AKA Mecha-Man had been working mostly behind a desk as SDN for the past year. He worked as dispatcher for the Z-Team, a group of former villains now on the path to being at least somewhat rehabilitated. He gave them orders and directions and if he was lucky they sometimes listened to him. He’d been working with them ever since his failed attempt at getting revenge on Shroud, the villain who killed his father. He’d gone in alone and it ended with his Mecha-Man suit being destroyed and the astral pulse, a one of a kind power source that was made for the suit, being lost. Since then Shroud had been apprehended, the Mecha-Man suit was rebuilt and the astral pulse had been recovered. Robert could’ve gone back to hero business as usual but for better or worse he’d grown to like the Z-Team. They were a handful, some would even say fuck-ups, but in their own weird ways they’d been more like family to him than anyone else.

And now they all laid bruised and defeated. Half of them were unconscious while the other half could barely move. Not even Sonar’s monstrous transformation had been enough. Flambae only had just enough energy to push himself back up onto his feet before trying to blast Obseledian off Robert with a concentrated beam of fire. However the villain was able to morph one of his hands into a shield made of stainless steel just in time to block the attack. It was hopeless. Flamebae fell back to the ground in exhaustion, leaving Robert at Obseledian’s mercy.

~~ SUIT INTEGRITY 14%… FAILING RAPIDLY ~~

The words lit up on the screens around Robert but there wasn’t anything he could do. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to eject from the suit without being caught. All of his defensive measures had been exhausted. All he could was pray that his request for more backup would be answered in the next 30 seconds otherwise… self destruct was the only option.

Robert’s eyes darted over to the small red button. It was a drastic measure but if he didn't stop this psycho now then who knows how many others could be killed. So he took a deep breath, swallowed his fear and flipped open the little cap that covered the button. His finger hovered over it, seconds away from pressing down. And then…

WHAM!

The thunderous clap of an indestructible fist slamming into Obseledian’s body caused a mile wide shockwave. Nearby windows shattered from the force alone as the villain was sent flying through a nearby building, freeing Mecha-Man. It took Robert a moment to catch his bearings before looking up at the screen to see what’d happened. The moment he saw that iconic red cape billowing above his mangled suit, he sighed with relief.

Phenomaman was here. He must’ve finally put his communicator back in.

The alien glanced down at Mecha-Man with a concerned grimace, hands placed firmly on his hips. His thick biceps flexing unintentionally as he did so.

“Rob-…Mecha Man. A-are you alright?” Phenomaman asked, having caught himself before accidentally saying Mecha Man’s identity out loud. “I was told you were in need of urgent assistance.” He looked around at all the battered and bleeding heroes around them. “It would appear that is true.”

“I’m fine Phenomaman. Just go take care of that guy before he gets away.” Robert said as he tried to get the Mecha Man suit to stand.

Phenomaman smiled and saluted. “You can leave it to me.” Then with a boom, he blasted off in the direction he’d sent Obseledian.

After getting the mech back on its feet, Robert took a moment to collect himself. He closed the lid on the little red button with a sigh as he tried not to think about what he almost did. Instead he marched over to the other heroes to see what kind of shape they were in. Invisigal and Sonar definitely got the worst of it but overall they were stable. Everyone else was just a bit bruised and depleted. Luckily Robert had been able to hold Obseledian off long enough to stop him from doing any real damage.

That said, Robert was shocked to see Phenomaman return only a few minutes later. Under one of his powerful arms he was carrying the unconscious body of the villain that’d been tearing the Z-Team apart. Yet the mustached alien didn’t have a scratch on him. He didn't even seem out of breath.

“Fear not fellow heroes. The threat has been neutralised.” Phenomaman claimed as he slowly descended to the ground before gently dropping Obseledian on the floor. “My communications device now tells me that law enforcement will be here to apprehend the criminal shortly.” He added.

“Thanks Phenomaman. Great work.” Robert replied with a measured tone, heart still racing in his chest a little.

Invisigal groaned. She’d come back around a few moments ago but still laying in the dirt. “Great work? We nearly died fighting that freak because the human action figure decided to fuck off and ignore us the first time we asked help.” She glanced over Robert’s disfigured Mecha-Man suit. “Even your suit got all fucked up trying to fill in for him.” She then turned her head to address Phenomaman directly. “Where the fuck were you?”

“It doesn’t matter Invisigal. He’s here now and Obseledian has been taken care of.” Robert said, trying to keep a level head.

“The fuck it doesn’t matter!?” Prism shouted as Malevola helped her up onto her feet. “If any of us had ignored an emergency call like that, you’d be on our fucking asses for it.”

Malelovla nodded in agreement. “Yeah, why does he get a free pass for pulling crap like this?”

“Guys just calm do-” Robert couldn’t even get a full sentence out before getting interrupted.

“What were you even doin lad?” Punch Up asked Phenomaman, sounding more curious than angry.

Phenomaman looked a little sheepish as he scuffed one of his boots on the ground. “Robert Robertson-” He stopped. “Who is absolutely not here with us right now-”

“Phenomaman. There’s nobody here besides the Z-Team.” Robert said. “Nobody that’s conscious anyway.” He added, glancing down at the sleeping body of the villain who’d seemed so dangerous not long ago.

The alien hero laughed awkwardly. “O-of course… Well, I asked Robert Robertson if he could assist me in acquiring a cellular device so that I could watch more of the dog videos he showed me. I was watching some on my lunch break when I found a video of a frail man explaining how female dogs can birth up to twelve offspring. Sometimes even more! I believed the frail man to be deceiving the viewers of the video as I simply could not believe that creatures that small could have so many younglings. That is when I remembered a trip the Blonde Blazer and I took to France before our breakup and-”

“Phenomaman. Summarise.” Coupé grumbled.

“Oh uhmm… I went to an animal farm and observed a female dog giving birth to many puppies. It turned out the frail man from the video was in fact telling the truth.”

Everyone just looked at Phenomaman in stunned silence for a moment, even Robert. Only for that silence to be broken moments later by an almost unanimous “What the fuck.” shared by most of the group at varying volumes. Before Robert could think of any way to come to the obvious hunk’s defence, Prism was quick to tear into him. And rightfully so.

“So while WE were getting our asses beat, THIS stupid bitch-” Prism pointed an exaggerated finger at Phenomaman’s clueless face. “-was looking AT a bitch giving birth to MORE bitches?!” Her anger gave her all the strength she needed to stand on her own. “ARE YOU FUCKIN FOR REAL!?!”

“I-I Uhmm…” Phenomaman twiddled his thumbs as his cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

Invisigal chirped up again while doing her best attempt at sitting up. “I’d be less pissed off if you’d said you were too busy jerking off or some shit.” She then paused, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Wait. Do you have a dick? Or is like some freaky alien shit down there.”

Punch Up stepped in again before Phenomaman could answer. “You can’t just leave us hangin like that.”

Phenomaman’s mustache drooped like a sad puppy while struggling as he struggled to look any of them in the eye. “I know but-”

“BUT?! BUT WHAT YOU DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKER!?” Prism shouted, finding it hard to keep her temper in check after her favourite shades had been snapped and her outfit ruined.

“They… they let me hold one of the puppies…” he muttered.

Everyone except Robert let out an exaggerated groan, wondering how the fuck this guy could be serious. In only a few seconds the Z-Team managed to throw a whole slurry of insults at him. Most of them coming from Flambae and Prism while Invisgal did her best to fan the flame. They refused to stop even as the cops and ambulances finally showed up.

Phenomaman turned slowly towards Robert, tilting to look up at the head of his Mecha Man suit. “I am truly sorry. I did not think my puppy mission would cause so much unrest.” A sad solemn expression took over his face, making his eyes look big and round.

“It’s okay Phenomaman. Just in future, please make sure you have your priorities in check. You need to be here and ready to back us up in situations like this. Got it?” Robert tried his best to remain stern but he didn’t have much heart for it with how sad and adorable the otherwise beefy hunk of man looked.

“I will try to do better.” Phenomaman said before moving closer and wrapping his bulky arms around the leg of Robert’s Mech. “Can I make love to you now?” He asked.

Robert didn’t even get the chance to stop the oblivious alien before the robotic leg was crushed under the power of Phenomaman’s biceps. He couldn’t count how many times he’d told the hero not to refer to hugging as ‘love making’ but it never seemed to stick. So instead of correcting him this time, Robert just sighed as he listened to the sound of metal being crushed under Phenomaman’s embrace. The suit was already in tatters anyway.

“Strongest being on the planet by the way!” Sonar called out from the ambulance he was being wheeled into.

Shortly after, Robert watched the police take Obseledian into custody while most of the Z-Team were taken to hospital. After apologising again, Phenomaman took his leave, flying off into the sky with a rather dejected look on his face. The only person left was Robert.

He ran all the events of today through his head again. How they’d all fought for their lives. How he’d been willing to sacrifice himself. And then Phenomaman. He stopped it all in an instant. Sometimes it was easy to forget just how powerful that man really was. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Phenomaman use his full strength and yet he always surpassed any and all expectations. Physically anyway. The only thing holding him back from being truly unstoppable was the fact that he was dumb as bricks and gullible to all hell. That was probably the main reason he hadn’t been taken off the Z-Team yet. Not that Robert minded. Overall he liked having Phenomaman on their team of rejects. What he lacked in brains he would always make up for with brawn and motivation. He hoped that kind hearted innocence and heroic nature might start to rub off on the rest of the team sooner or later.

Plus… he was some great eye candy.

Robert had never admitted that out loud but it was hard to ignore just how gorgeous Phenomaman was at times. There was a reason SDN had chosen him to be their poster boy for quite some time. Even since his demotion to the Z-Team, they would still hit him up occasionally for advertisement. His physique looked as though it’d been carved from marble in the image of a god. Biceps the size of Robert’s head. Thighs you’d wanna get lost between. And that ass. Robert had lost count how many times he’d zoned out while accidentally staring at those massive cheeks whenever Phenomaman strolled into the break room at lunch. Invisgal had even caught him once. He tried his best to play it off but she still teased him about it to this day. He’d tried to be a little more lowkey with his subtle admiration ever since. HR Violations and all…

He shook his head. It wasn’t the time to be letting himself get distracted by that stupidly handsome alien. He needed to get his Mech back to SDN so he and Royd could get it fixed up. Not to mention all the reports he’d no doubt have to fill in after this fiasco.

———

A few days had passed and things were back on track to being normal again. The only team members still out of commission were Sonar and Invisigal, both having broken limbs. Not that a broken arm stopped Invisigal from trying to slip out of the hospital anyway. She only went back after Robert promised to pay for a night out at the cinema, overpriced snacks included. The rest of the team had been cleared to come back to work after a couple days recovery. Robert had spent those days rebuilding the Mecha Man suit as best he could. He’d made some decent progress but there was only so much he could fix in a few days. It’d probably be another week or so before the suit was ready for the field again. He hoped he wouldn’t need it again before then.

Robert had not long since finished his first shift dispatching the Z-Team again since their last big fight. It was fairly calm for the most part. The most action they saw today was Punch Up and Coupé trying to round up a stampede of chickens that’d escaped from a moving vehicle. Besides that, nothing out of the ordinary. Robert then spent some time after hours continuing repairs on his suit before finally leaving to hit up one of the local bars in town.

Mandy was already waiting for him outside. Most people don’t know her by that name though. To the public she was known as the famous superhero Blonde Blazer. Most people didn’t notice her when she wasn’t wearing the amulet that granted her powers though. Instead of those iconic golden locks, she adorned a modest brunette mane that tumbled down her back. She was noticeably shorter too with less muscle mass. Without her powers, she easily blended into the crowd. In a way that was something she and Robert had in common. Without his Mecha suit, nobody recognised him either.

He apologised for being late as the two of them headed inside to grab a drink. Before long they were sitting at the bar with a whiskey each. Sharing small talk about their day and swapping stories about whatever weird shit they’d had to deal with superhero-wise. It was a nice way to wind down after a long day, that’s for sure. However a report on the TV above the bar showing Obseledian already on his way to trial prompted a turn in the conversation. Mandy mentioned how she couldn’t believe a guy like that managed to cause so much havoc in such a short amount of time.

“I wish I’d been there to help you guys out.” She sighed.

Robert shrugged. “It is what it is. We still won at the end of the day.” Robert swirled his drink around the glass, ice clinking. “Civillian casualties were less than we thought. Injuries weren’t too bad either. And the team is gonna be alright.” He raised the glass to his lips before taking a casual sip and allowing the warm spicy taste to settle on his tongue before swallowing. “The buildings are probably gonna take awhile to repair though. That freak was destroying everything in his path. God knows how many people lost their homes. But… it could’ve been worse.”

“Could’ve been better too.” Mandy added rather bluntly. Robert glanced at her, eyes narrowed. “Oh! Sorry I don’t mean that like it was your fault. I just meant… Phenomaman. From what I heard he ignored the emergency and was late for the stupidest reason. Something about dogs?”

Robert shook his head. “Jesus. Don’t even get me started.” He went on to explain Phenomaman’s little side mission about puppies and how he’d considered it his top priority for whatever reason. “Long story short, I made the mistake of getting him his own phone.”

Mandy had to laugh. “Yep, you shouldn’t have done that. I wanna say I’m surprised but after dating him, I can totally believe he’d go off and do something weird like that.” She finished off her drink before signaling the bartender for another. “He has a good heart but there’s just not a lot going on in that head of his sometimes. I know I shouldn’t judge, he’s from a different planet after all, but still.”

“I know what you mean. I try to give him a free pass when I can but there’s only so many times I can explain the same things over and over to him before it starts to feel pointless.” Robert recanted all the times he’d tried to deepen Phenomaman’s understanding of earth culture. How he’d tried to teach the alien new skills and more effective ways of communication. But half the time it seemed as though his attempts at helping Phenomaman integrate better into human society were only met with more confusion. He could comprehend the basics but anything more complex just went straight over his head. “I like Phenomaman but I just wish he wasn’t so…” he trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“Wasn’t the walking definition of a himbo?” Mandy added half jokingly.

Robert smirked. “Well… yeah.” It was probably the most accurate description. Phenomaman was easily the strongest being the Earth had ever seen. He was a walking god amongst lesser men. And yet he was a complete idiot. Harsh but true. Buuuut… his lack of brains didn’t stop Robert from having embarrassingly frequent wet dreams about that powerful manly alien. Those irresistibly handsome features combined with that perfect body made him the peak of virile masculinity. And that mustache he kept… good lord it drove Robert crazy.

“Hopefully this isn’t TMI but that’s honestly half the reason I broke things off with him.” Mandy scratched the back of her neck, feeling a residual twang of guilt for the heartbreak she’d caused Phenomaman. “He was very sweet and always meant well. He was a great partner on the job too when he knew what he was doing. But… far too often I felt like I was babysitting an adult man.” She chucked back a mouthful of whiskey. “I didn’t mind teaching him at first but after a while it started to feel like I was going round in circles. Like you said, at a certain point things just start going over his head.”

“I can see how that would be a deal breaker.”

“Yuuup.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two. Neither knew what to say for a moment until eventually Mandy chirped up again.

“You know… he has the potential to be the greatest hero that’s ever lived. He’s not just the strongest but he’s fast too, faster than me. The only person I know who could beat him in a race is probably Chase.” She said referring to the retired speedster hero Trackstar who now also worked at SDN as a dispatcher. “But on top of that he can fly and he can absorb energy!”

“Wait, absorb energy? He can really do that?”

Mandy nodded. “Mhm. Most people think it’s bullshit but I’ve seen him do it before. We were fighting this guy who could shoot beams of pure plasma energy from his body. I watched Phenomaman absorb one of his blasts at point blank range. Pretty amazing stuff.” She lamented.

“Wow. He really is something else huh?” Robert thought back to when he’d spoken to Phenomaman shortly after the break up with Mandy. He’d said something about having considered flying into the sun to absorb all its energy and plunge the earth into darkness, presumably out of sheer heartbreak and depression. At the time Robert hadn’t taken the comment seriously but in hindsight it was terrifying to think Phenomaman might actually be able to do something like that. “We’re lucky he’s on our side.”

“We are. Thankfully he’s like a golden retriever. Not an evil bone in his body.” Mandy pursed her lips slightly. “Although… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for the Z-Team to be just a little nicer to him.”

“Good luck with that. I’ve been trying to fix their attitudes for over a year now. Not much progress yet.” Robert snorted.

When he really got down to thinking about it, Robert began to realise just how dangerous Phenomaman could be. Sure he might’ve only done good so far but he was clearly prone to mood swings, especially depressive ones. All it takes is one really bad day. Deep down Robert didn’t believe Phenomaman would ever be capable of evil but the mere thought of what he could do was enough to make him a little nervous. He tried not to dwell on it too much.

———

*A few weeks later…*

Robert was sitting alone in the meeting room. The Z-Team had just finished their afternoon shift and were returning to SDN so they could clock out and head home just as the night shift heroes clocked in. Usually Robert would call the whole team in for a meeting at least once a week but today there was only person he wanted to speak to.

The door creaked open slightly as Phenomaman poked his head into the meeting room. “Robert Robertson? You wished to speak with me?” He turned slightly to squeeze his massive frame through the one side of the double door rather than just opening both.

“Yeah… would you mind taking a seat.”

Phenomaman smiled and nodded as he sauntered over to the chair opposite Robert. Seating himself with an audible creek as the chair strained under his sheer size and muscle mass. Robert tried his best not to allow his eyes to get distracted by the visible outline of the hero’s abs through that incredibly tight costume. A difficult task as always.

“So? What is it you would like to talk about? Is it the Magic The Gathering club I suggested as an after hours socialising event? If so, I am most excited.” He wondered with an innocent smile.

Robert took a breath. “Uhh… n-no. That’s not what I needed to see you about.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I actually wanted to speak to you about your performance. Mainly in regards to the incident downtown with Obseledian recently.”

“My performance? Have I been un-satisfactory?” His expression quickly turned from excitement to unease and concern.

“Well… I’m not sure I would-”

Phenomaman cut him off. “Am I being fired?” He asked with worry in his voice and a hint of preemptive gloom in his already sad eyes.

“No! No you’re not being fired.” Robert quickly reassured. “Look. Katon-Ur…” Robert used Phenomaman’s true name, wanting to sound as sincere as he could. “You are an incredible hero. I don’t think anyone can deny that, not even the idiots on our team. You have so much potential. More than anyone else.”

Phenomaman blushed. “Oh. Well thank you Robert. Those are some very kind words.”

“However.” Robert continued. “I don’t think you’re living up to that potential.”

The alien’s expression shifted yet again. “Oh. I see…”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m scolding you but you could be doing so much more. With powers like yours, you could be doing twice the amount of good. But instead you get distracted or allow criminals to outsmart you with the simplest tricks in the book. Like those bank robbers from the other day. You had them in your custody and then you just let them go. I had to send Coupé to catch them before they fled the state!”

Phenomaman’s mustache drooped again, like it always did when he was upset. It shouldn’t have been as adorable as it was. “They told me they only stole the money so they could feed and medicate their sick and dying family members…”

“They were lying.” Robert said flatly. “I want to give you the benefit of the doubt here Katon-Ur. In fact I already do most of the time. But you’ve been doing this long enough that you should’ve learned these things by now. There’s only so many passes I, and by extension SDN, can give you. Sooner or later you’re gonna need to smarten up a little.”

Phenomaman looked down at his lap, hands rubbing along his thighs and knees. “I… don’t know what to say. I assure you I am trying my best but there are so many things that I struggle to understand. Even back on my home planet I was told that I was intellectually inferior. It was yet another thing I was bullied for alongside my large masculine frame.”

That last part was still so hard for Robert to believe. Apparently the beauty standards for men on the planet Urgot-52dc were very different. On earth Phenomaman’s large, muscular and very masculine appearance was both desirable and incredibly attractive. Robert himself could attest to that. But in Katon-Ur’s home planet, a body like that was seen as ugly and detestable. He was bullied so much before coming to Earth that for a long time Phenomaman whole heartedly believed anyone who tried to compliment him on his appearance was secretly making fun of him.

“I’m only telling you this because I want to help. That’s all. I want to help steer you on the right path to being a better hero. Because if you keep going the way you are, sooner or later SDN might consider letting you go. And nobody wants that.”

“Okay… In that case I will do whatever I must to earn your renewed approval Robert Robertson.” Phenomaman tried his best to sound determined but his voice couldn’t help faltering slightly. “I would greatly appreciate any advice and assistance you can offer me.”

Robert tried to give a reassuring smile. “I can try but you’re gonna have to put in the work. At some point you’re gonna have to be able to make snap judgements on your own. You have to know when people are lying to you so you can't be fooled. You need to be able to think on your feet, Katon-Ur.” Robert laid back in his seat a little. “It’s not like I can just control you the same way I control my Mecha suit. There’s only so much I can do when talking to you through an earpiece.”

“I see. You are right. I must strive to better myself.” He bowed his head slightly in respect. “I am grateful for all you have done for me Robert. I see now that you have only my best interests at heart. I promise to find a suitable way to repay you.”

Robert chuckled. “No need. It’s cool. It’s my job to help you and your teammates succeed.”

“Please Robert, I insist. I would not mind flying you over to Japan so that we may indulge in some Japanese delicacies. The Blonde Blazer and I once did so very frequently. I am sure she will confirm the quality.”

The offer was tempting. Robert briefly considered taking the alien up on it. However he wasn’t all too keen on the idea of being flown at high speeds. Phenomaman would probably go slow enough for Robert to remain in one piece but there was no doubt he’d end up hurling before they even left the country. Despite that Phenomaman didn’t seem like he was gonna take No for an answer so Robert came up with a compromise.

“I’ll tell you what. How about you fly to Japan and bring some food back to my apartment? Then if you’d like we can eat and play some Magic The Gathering. Maybe even talk a little more about that club you wanted to start.” Robert proposed.

“R-Really?!” Phenomaman’s eyes practically began to sparkle at the suggestion. “That sounds incredible! I’ll set off right away!” He practically leapt up from his seat, almost knocking it over. He turned to leave but stopped short of the door. “Oh, do you have Magic cards at your home?”

Robert thought for a second. “Uhhh yeah I think I’ve got a few-”

“I will stop by my residence on the way back and grab some of mine. You may borrow some if you like.” Phenomaman said before dashing out the door in excitement.

Not long after, Robert heard the hero take off into the sky. That guy was something else. He figured he should start packing up to leave. It probably wouldn’t take Phenomaman long to fly across the world and back on his own. Robert wouldn’t be surprised if that adorable hunk was already standing outside his apartment, food and cards in hand, waiting for him when he got home. In truth, half the reason he invited Phenomaman over was simply so that he could continue to admire those huge bulging muscles up close. Especially those pecs. He wondered if he could manipulate a scenario where he ‘accidentally’ falls face first into those thick meaty slabs of muscle… or was that just a little too perverted.

As he returned to his desk to gather his things however, a single thought lingered in Robert’s mind. It was something he’d said in passing earlier on. He’d only said it to make a point to Phenomaman but the more he thought about it, the more he began to wonder… what if he could control Phenomaman’s body the same way he controlled his Mecha Man suit. It might’ve seemed like a ridiculous notion but the simple thought of it enthralled Robert in a way he didn’t expect. The idea of being able to command that incredible body and make those muscles move and flex to his whim, it made Robert’s cock throb. He tried to dismiss it but the fantasy lingered. So much so that his tech genius mind began to wonder if such a thing could actually be made possible…

———

It’d been four whole months since Robert gave Phenomaman the harsh truth about his performance. The himbo of a hero seemed to take what Robert had said to heart and had been trying his best to learn and train his mind. He’d been taking some courses offered by SDN and frequently came to Robert for more advice. Nobody could deny that he was trying his best.

Unfortunately all that effort didn’t seem to yield the desired results. His performance in the field had only seen minimal improvement and despite all the classes he was taking, he was still struggling to pass any of the tests assigned to him. He could do basic problem solving and math but soon as he got the more complex subjects, it was like his brain just tapped out. He managed to remain positive despite that though. Claiming he would try even harder next time. Sadly next time usually wasn’t any better.

Robert continued to encourage him nonetheless. Telling him to keep at it and that all his effort and willingness to try is still being noted. On the contrary, the rest of the Z-Team found a hobby in teasing Phenomaman over his simplemindedness no matter how much Robert scolded them for it. Luckily most of the comments he either interpreted as compliments or just went over his head altogether. In turn, only making the joke funnier to the rest of the team. Phenomaman didn’t seem to mind though. Even if he didn’t understand the joke, he liked to see his teammates laughing.

Even though Phenomaman was trying his best, it was still hard to justify all the small mistakes he continued to make. Especially when he wasn’t under constant supervision by the other heroes. There was only so much benefit of the doubt he could be given. As such, some of the executives higher up at SDN were still on the fence about letting Phenomaman go. This much had been relayed to Robert but he didn’t have the heart to tell his favourite hunky alien just yet. Instead Robert had used it as motivation to keep working on his new invention…

The Neural Link.

He’d started making the schematics for it back when he was still rebuilding the Mecha-Man suit. His plan was to create a headset that could hook the wearer up to the brain of another person. Doing so would allow the wearer to control the body of whoever they’re linked to. It was complicated to say the least. As far as Robert knew, nothing like it had ever been attempted. But in theory, it could work. With all the resources of the SDN labs at his disposal, there was at least a chance.

Once his suit was all fixed up, Robert immediately got to work on his new project. Spending hours upon hours both before and after his shift working on prototypes for the device. Progress wasn’t easy but each new version of the device saw improvements over the previous versions. It might’ve gone quicker had he not kept this project secret from everyone including Royd but all things considered he wasn’t doing bad on his own. He’d intended on keeping it a total secret for a while longer but that choice was taken out of his hands late one Friday night.

While looking over some of the scans for his most recent prototype, Robert felt a sudden cold draft brush over him. Alongside what he thought was the sound of the doors opening. He swiveled in his seat towards the entrance to the lab. Nobody was there. He narrowed his eyes a little before shrugging and turning back the computer. He barely got to touch the keyboard again before-

“Whatcha makin?” A familiar voice hummed beside him.

Robert practically jumped out of his skin! Invisigal. Of course it was Invisigal. She was always sneaking into places she wasn’t supposed to be. By now she’d mastered the art of using her invisibility power to scare the daylights out of Robert whenever she got the chance. Now was no exception.

“Jesus! Fuck…” Robert breathed. “Courtney. What are you doing in here?”

She hopped up and sat on the desk beside Robert. “Wanted to see what you were up to. Everytime we ask you to come hang out after work you just blow us off to do whatever this is.” She squinted at the computer screen, not understanding a word of what she was reading. “Can you blame a girl for getting curious when you constantly say you’re busy but won’t tell anyone why? I hoped you were doing something illegal. It’d make your boring ass a lot more interesting if you were.”

Robert ran a palm down his face. “I’m not doing anything illegal. Just private. Which is why you shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh come on.” Invisigal gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Just tell me whatever weird shit you’re working on and I’ll leave you alone. If not then I’ll go back to the team and tell them how often you stare at Phenomaman’s ass in the break room.”

“You said you’d keep that between us.” Robert grumbled as he tried to hide the way his cheeks flushed

“I will. As long as you tell me what you’ve been working on for the last few months.” Invisigal smirked.

Robert mulled it over but inevitably gave in when Invisigal was moments away from walking out and spilling the secret. “Fine.” He huffed. “It’s a new invention I’ve been tinkering with. If it works then it could be pretty huge.”

“Well damn. you can’t drop something like that and not give me details. Spill.”

Robert eyed the reformed villain for a few seconds before turning back to his computer. There was a long pause before he finally spoke again. “It’s to help Phenomaman.” He began, trying to choose his words carefully. “As you know he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. Because of that he’s been under some scrutiny by the suits higher up at SDN recently. I’ve been trying my best to fight his corner but there’s only so much I can do with words. So if Phenomaman can’t find a way to sharpen that mind of his, this’ll be my final solution to keep him from getting terminated.”

Invisigal scanned her gaze over Robert’s notes and schematics as he was talking. It was stuff to do with brainwaves and shit most average people couldn’t even begin to understand. “So what? Is this machine you’re building supposed to make him smarter or something?”

“Not exactly no.” Robert hesitated, unsure as to if he wanted to elaborate any further. Unfortunately it didn’t seem like Invisigal was gonna give him much of a choice. “Well… once it’s complete this device will be able to link the mind of one person to the body of someone else.” He explained as simply as he could.

Invisigal’s eyes widened as she tried to process what she’d just heard. “Wait wait wait. Are you saying you want to let somebody else control Phenomaman’s body while he’s on duty?” She paused for a moment, scanning the way Robert’s face seemed flush even redder than before? “Hold on. Are YOU planning to control Phenomaman’s body?!?”

“I… suppose it’s only logical that-”

“Holy fuck Robert. Holy. Fuck. No wonder you didn’t want us knowing about your little project. I knew you were horny for him but damn. You’re actually a fucking pervert.” Had those words come from anyone else they probably would’ve sounded more accusatory but from Invisigal it somehow managed to sound like banter. “Like Jesus Robert. If you’re that desperate to touch his body you could just ask him on a date like a normal person. Fuck.”

Robert tried to maintain his composure but he could barely look her in the eyes. “Come on Courtney. It’s… it’s not like that. I’m just trying to help him.”

“Yeah. Because the only way to help would obviously be putting your mind inside that freaky alien meathead’s body so you can use his own hands to squeeze his ass. Sure okay.” She pushed herself off the desk. “Does Phenomaman know you’re doing this?”

“Not yet.” Robert admitted while trying to disregard Invisigal’s former comment, no matter how truthful it might’ve been. “But I’ll fill him in soon. Once I’m certain this is actually possible, I’ll probably need to run some tests on his brain before any kind of trial run. If he consents of course.”

Invisigal threw her arms up in the air. “Oh, well as long as he consents. Then it’s totally not weird at all.”

“Look. I'm not sure if you or anyone else really understands just how much potential Phenomaman has. Both good and bad. On one hand, with someone like me behind the wheel, we could be the force behind so much more change in the world. We could be dozens of times more efficient than he is alone. We could save so many more lives. Put a stop to so much more crime. We could be one of the greatest men to have ever lived!” He stopped as he tried to imagine such a bright future only for his expression to turn dark moments later. “On the other hand, I think we all overlook how dangerous he could be. If he somehow ends up in another depression like he did after Blazer broke up with him, he might do something stupid that could hurt a lot of people. I don’t think he’d do it with malice. I doubt he’s ever had a truly evil thought in his life. He loves puppies and card games for crying out loud. But still. I don’t want to have to worry whether he’s gonna make the sun disappear out of sheer gloom the next time he gets really upset over something. Kinda like, I dunno, getting stripped of his hero status?”

“Soooooo… it’s just a coincidence that you happen to go home and jerk off to him every night then?”

“Wha-I don’t…” Robert glared up Invisigal who didn’t hesitate to smirk right back at him. “Did you listen to anything I just said?”

Invisigal reached inside of her pocket for some nicotine gum before popping one in her mouth. “Yeah. I heard you give a bunch of excuses as to why you think you should be allowed to fly around in that biggggg musclely body everyday. Very compelling stuff.” She said while chewing excessively loud.

Robert slumped back in his chair while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just… Please keep this to yourself.”

She patted him on the shoulder teasingly. “Secrets safe with me. Just like all your other secrets.” And with that she began strolling towards the exit to the lab without a care in the world. “As long as you promise to tell me what his dick looks like once you’re done jerking it.” She added just as she reached the door. She didn’t even give Robert a chance to respond before she disappeared out of what should’ve been his private lab.

Robert grumbled in defeat. Invisigal had read him like a book. As much as he tried to keep things as friendly and professional as possible, Robert was getting more obsessed with Phenomaman by the day. Especially since starting this project. He might not have jerked off to Phenomaman every night but he still did it a lot more often than he’d like to admit. And despite all the logical reasons he gave to justify creating the neural linking device, he knew that deep down she was right. A huge part of him just wanted so badly to experience that fabulous body from another world.

———

“Robert? May I ask what all this is for again?” Phenomaman called out. At the end of their shift, Robert had asked him to come down to the lab with him but hadn’t elaborated much. Phenomaman had been happy to comply, always eager to help whom he considered to be one of his closest friends. But now he found himself laid back in a reclined chair with all sorts of electrodes attached to his head while a machine moved back and forth overhead.

“It’s just a brain scan, big guy. Don’t worry about it.” Robert called back dismissively from his desk. He watched his screen as the results continued to pour in. This scan was probably one of the most important parts of this entire process. Afterall, with Phenomaman being an alien, the way his brain was structured could be entirely different to that of a normal human. So far though it looked pretty similar.

Phenomaman shuffled in the chair slightly. It was a tad small for him making it hard to get comfortable. “I still don’t understand why it is my brain you must scan. Is there something wrong with me?” He wondered.

Robert peered around from his computer. “N-no. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s just…” He bit his bottom lip. “Look, I’ll fill you in as soon as the scan is complete. That sound alright to you?”

“That does sound alright, yes.” Phenomaman nodded. “But how much longer will this take? I do not think this seat was designed with my overwhelming musculature in mind.” He shifted awkwardly again, massive legs pressed together.

“Not much longer…” Robert’s voice trailed off as he tried to return his focus to the screen in front of him but it was hard not to steal glances at the handsome hero when he was so… constricted. Robert had gotten him to remove his collar and cape alongside his armoured arm cuffs, leaving just his red boots and the sleeveless blue body suit that clung to his form and left very little to the imagination. The unobstructed view of Phenomaman’s pecs straining against the tight fabric was already enough to give Robert butterflies. The way Phenomaman’s thighs rubbed together in a manner that accentuated his bulge was the only thing that could rip Robert’s eyes away from that huge chest. He wished he could just rip open what was left of that costume and finally get a look at what that himbo was working with down below. It made him think back to the time shortly after Phenomaman and Blazer had broken up where he’d said something about their genitals not being compatible. Ever since then Robert had always wondered. Did Phenomaman have some freaky alien dick with tentacles or something? Or was it just too fucking huge like the rest of him?

Robert tried not to let himself get too overly excited despite the growing stiffness in his pants. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d seen Phenomaman in a way that was revealing. On many occasions when they’d hung out together, Phenomaman had worn tight shirts that struggled to contain biceps or pants that looked as though they’d been painted onto his legs and ass. Not to mention the time when the Z-Team all took a beach vacation together and Phenomaman showed up in a fucking speedo! Needless to say he’d spent most of their time at the beach lounging with a jacket over his lap. Sunglasses on of course so nobody caught him staring at that adonis of a man.

The beeping on his monitor was what finally drew Robert’s full attention back to the scan he was supposed to be focusing on. The system had completed its analysis of Phenomaman’s brain. It was a 91.6% match to that of an average human male brain. Most of the anomalies likely correspond to his innate superpowers such as his ability to fly and absorb energy. Honestly Robert had been expecting somewhere around 80% so this was a much better result than he’d anticipated. It meant that programming the receptor for the Neural Link might take as long as he originally thought. He didn’t want to jinx it just yet though, he still had a lot of work ahead of him.

“Alright that’s it. Just let me remove all that gear from your head and then you’re free.” Robert chirped before jumping up from his desk to do just that.

As Robert pulled the electrodes free from Phenomaman’s skin, the oblivious stud couldn’t help following up his question from earlier. “So, are you going to tell me what this is about? If there is nothing wrong with me then I struggle to think what this procedure is for. Is it something good?” He queried innocently.

“Well I guess that’s up to how you interpret it.” Robert said. He tried not to show how much he enjoyed the closeness between them as he carefully removed each electrode. Their faces were only separated by about half the length of a ruler. It’d be so easy for Robert to lean in just a bit more to close the distance and allow their lips to collide. He imagined the way Phenomaman’s mustache might feel tickling against his upper lip. Or how his mouth might taste as their tongues interlocked and-

“Interpret?… So… it could be good or bad? How can that be?” Phenomaman pondered, snapping Robert’s inappropriate train of thought with nothing but pure confusion.

Robert’s mouth went dry as he struggled to find the right words to respond. He could’ve made something up but what was the point? He’d have to come clean sooner or later so he thought it’d be better to just rip the bandage off now.

He plucked off the last of the electrodes before telling Phenomaman he was free to stand now. The alien did so with gusto, standing up tall and straight with a stretch that exposed the tufts of hair under his armpits. How Robert wished he could press his nose into them right now…

“Alright Katon-Ur, here's the deal.” Robert huffed, psyching himself up. “I know you’ve been trying really hard to prove yourself these last few months. We’ve all seen it and it’s honestly quite admirable to see someone try so hard to better themselves.”

A flicker of a smile crossed Phenomaman’s face. “I am glad you’ve taken notice. I wanted to make everyone at SDN proud. Especially you for having faith in me. I have been taking all the classes you recommended. They have not been easy but I refuse to give up!” He claimed with the same heroic vigor he was known for. “But what does that have to do with these strange tests?” He added.

“Well unfortunately… you haven’t been making as much progress as the suits higher up had hoped you would.” Robert couldn’t help but feel terrible for the way Phenomaman’s expression seemed to drop with disappointment.

“They’re… still considering whether to fire me? But I thought I was doing well?”

“All they see are statistics. They focus on the bad stuff and ignore most of the good you do. If it were up to me I wouldn’t even consider dropping you from the team.” Robert added in a hasty effort to make Phenomaman feel better. He couldn’t bear to see those big sad puppy dog eyes again. “But that’s why I’ve been working on this device. If I can get it to work then we should be able boost your performance significantly. Then SDN won’t have a choice but to acknowledge just how phenomenal you are.”

Phenomaman’s expression softened again. “Really? How is that possible? What kind of device are you creating?”

Robert scratched the back of his neck. “I call it a Neural Link.” He began. “If successful, it would allow me to link my mind to your body. I’d be able to control you and complete all your hero assignments and dispatches to the highest standard. I can’t increase your intelligence so I thought the next best thing would be to let you borrow mine.”

“That is… I-” Phenomaman barely had a chance to finish his thought before Robert cut in again.

“But only if you’re comfortable with it. If not then I’ll scrap the whole thing and we can think of something else. And if you decide to go through with it then you have my word that’ll show the utmost respect to your body while I’m using it.” Robert may or may not have crossed his fingers behind his back for that last part.

Phenomaman was silent for a moment. Robert could practically see the gears turning behind his eyes as he tried to process everything he’d just heard. Eventually he looked up at a nervous Robert, furrowing his brow slightly. “Sooo I would be like… your new suit?”

“Uhh… yeah kind of. My real body would remain here while my consciousness is linked to your brain. It’d still be your body out in the field except I'll be in the driver's seat doing all the work. But only when you're on the clock. I’ll disconnect when it’s time to clock out of course.” Robert continued to explain as simply as possible.

“Robert. I don’t know… this sounds…” Phenomaman trailed off as he attempted to imagine the scenario Robert had painted for him. “If you were inside me then… what happens to my mind? Would I be awake?” His questions were certainly valid.

Robert shrugged. “It’s hard to say without doing a trial run. You might be fully aware of what’s happening or you might not. It might just feel like a dream whenever I’m in control. We’ll find out if we get there I suppose.”

Phenomaman turned his head side to side. “But wouldn’t that mean that I don’t technically get to be a hero anymore? After all it would just be you with my body. Am I really that bad on my own?…”

“No! Of course not. This would only be a temporary solution.” Robert tried his best to stop Phenomaman’s mustache from drooping any further. “I’ll only take over long enough to convince the folks upstairs that getting rid of you would be a huge mistake. In the meantime you just have to keep focusing on your lessons when you’re off duty until your own mind is sharp enough to take back the reins in the field. Trust me.” He placed a reassuring hand on one of Phenomaman’s massive shoulders. He tried not to think too hard about how that might be his massive shoulder soon if all went well.

Phenomaman thought for a long moment. It was such a bizarre plan that he never could’ve imagined as an option. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about it but eventually he came to a decision. “I suppose, as long as it’s temporary… and you really think it could work then…” He looked up, allowing their eyes to meet again. “We could give it a try.”

Robert beamed. “Yeah? Alright then.” His heart was practically pounding out of his chest with sheer overwhelming joy at that moment. “It’ll probably be a few months yet before I’m ready to test so just do your best out there in the meantime. I’ll keep you updated on everything and I’ll let you know if we need to perform more tests on your brain.”

There was another brief silence between the two until…

“Robert.” Phenomaman stood slowly. His expression was hard to read as he towered over Robert at his full height. His enormous frame casting a shadow over the smaller man. Then, without warning, he swung his arms down and wrapped Robert up in a loving embrace. Trying to be gentle with Robert’s fragile human body as he hugged the man tight. “Thank you. I have never known anyone who would go to such lengths for the sake of my well-being. It means more than you know.” He did his best to hold back an emotional sniffle.

Robert probably would’ve enjoyed having his face squashed against Phenomaman’s pecs had he not been struggling to breathe. “I-it’s ok-kay… big g-guy.” He managed to choke out.

The stupidly strong alien only released Robert once he believed an appropriate amount of ‘love making’ had been completed. The hug lasted at least a full minute but it felt a lot longer to the one who felt as though he was being crushed by a wall of pure muscle.

“I must ask you not to mistake my hesitance for ungratefulness.” Phenomaman added. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t ppreciate your hard work.”

Robert shook his head. “Don’t sweat it.” He said while still trying to catch his breath. “For something as crazy as this? I’d be shocked if you weren’t at least a little hesitant. It’s a big decision. And if you change your mind at any point then that’s cool too.” He tried to sound as sincere as he could at the end there while secretly praying it wouldn’t come to that.

After that Robert was quite surprised when Phenomaman asked to know more about the device and how it would work theoretically. He seemed quite interested now that he’d had a bit of time to process the idea of it all. As such Robert had no issue going over all the specifics with him. Explaining how he planned to construct the Neural Link’s main system as well as the neural receiver that Phenomaman would need to wear in order for his brain to receive Robert’s consciousness. In truth most of the information was going straight over Phenomaman’s head but he found it intriguing nonetheless. He was just glad to have a friend like Robert who cared this much about him. In reality he was completely blind to Robert’s deeper and more perverted motivations behind doing all this. But he didn’t need to know that.

And so once all was said and done, Robert thanked Phenomaman again for coming down to run the tests for him. He watched as the alien tugged his arm cuffs back on before slipping his armoured collar back over his head, red cape still attached. They said their goodbyes for the night as but not before Robert received another crushing hug as one final show of appreciation.

———

Phenomaman had just finished attending the local HeroCon as a special guest. Crime had been light these past few days so when the organisers had requested a hero from SDN to speak, answer questions and engage with the attendees, Robert had decided to send Katon-Ur to fill the spot. With him being an alien and one of the most well known faces in recent hero history, he had no doubt the people there would appreciate his presence.

As expected the himbo was a smash hit the second he turned on that charismatic charm. Everyone was shocked to see him of all people as the special guest. Normally it would’ve been a hero that sat more modestly in the popularity ranking so Phenomaman was quite the treat. Unsurprisingly he was swarmed by adoring and even some feral fans who were more than eager to meet him. He had men and women all begging him to sign just about anything, all of which was incredibly flattering. He was even somewhat oblivious to just how many of them were practically drooling over themselves with their barely contained lust for him. It certainly helped to lift his spirits a little with the worries of his recent performances weighing on him. It was nice to see that the people hadn’t given up on him at least.

Part way through his time at HeroCon however, Phenomaman received a call from Robert on a private line. Apparently Robert wanted him to meet at the lab again as soon as Katon-Ur finished his shift. Robert didn’t elaborate much but he supposed he’d find out when he got there.

Meanwhile Robert had been working tirelessly. It’d been a couple months since he first revealed his plans about the Neural Link to Phenomaman and it finally appeared ready for testing. Not a moment too soon either. SDN was breathing down his neck more than ever in regards to Phenomaman. He hadn’t told them or anyone else about his secret project so all they saw was Phenomaman’s lack of improvement under Robert’s leadership. He’d been fighting like hell to keep that sad puppy of an alien on the team but it was becoming an uphill battle. Fortunately his many sleepless nights might finally pay off.

Once his allotted time at HeroCon was up, Phenomaman flew back to SDN’s Dispatch HQ where Robert was waiting. Before long he was strolling into Robert’s lab just as he had many times over the past few months. He’d assumed it would just be more tests. Last time it was a full body scan to get an in depth map of Phenomaman’s nervous system. Robert had gotten him to strip down into his underwear under the claim that his costume might interfere with the scanner. Naturally.

“Robert Robertson. You requested my presence?” Phenomaman asked as the door slid shut behind him.

Robert was quick to usher him inside. “Yuuuuuup. Come on in quickly.” He said, not even taking a moment to look away from his computer screen. “Just take a seat. I’m almost done here.” He added while typing up some final notes.

“Of course.” Phenomaman sat on a wheely office chair adjacent to Robert. He seated himself politely at first, hands in his lap with his legs spread not too far apart. But as Robert typed, he couldn’t help scuffing his boots on the floor a little, causing the chair to twist slightly. Before long he was humming to himself while innocently pinning in circles.

Robert had to try not to laugh as he finished typing the last of his notes. For being an all powerful alien superhero, it was pretty funny seeing Phenomaman do the exact same kind of weird stuff humans do. In an odd way it made him even more attractive, if not simply endearing.

“Alright. So I’ve got some very exciting news to share.” Robert said, turning to the still spinning Phenomaman after saving his notes. He waited for the hero to stop before continuing on. “Today I haven’t just called you in for a test. You’re here so we can perform the very first trial run on the Neural Link! How’s that sound?” Robert explained with a massive grin that did little to hide his excitement for what was to come.

Phenomaman’s mouth hung open in shock. “W-wait. Really?” He searched Robert’s expression for a moment as if trying to detect whether this was some sort of prank. “I cannot believe it. This is amazing news!”

“Yeah even I’m surprised. I initially thought something like this would take me years but I suppose I wasn’t giving myself enough credit.” Robert couldn’t help shamelessly patting himself on the back a little. “I’ve run hundreds of simulations on the most recent prototype of the Neural Link using the scans I took of our brains and bodies. So far every simulation has come back with positive results.”

“So… does that mean…” Katon-Ur looked over at the helmet-like device that was still hooked up to Robert’s computer. It sat alongside what looked like a small earpiece that was no doubt the receiver he would have to wear.

Robert jumped up from his chair and slapped Phenomaman on the back. “It does.” He too glanced over the device with pride. “Today’s the day where I get to find out what it’s like to walk in your massive boots.”

Phenomaman squinted at Robert, slightly confused. “You… can try them on now if you wish.”

Robert laughed. “It’s just an expression Katon-Ur.” Though to be honest he almost wished he’d taken up the offer for a second. He’d always wondered how those boots must smell after so many hours flying around and fighting crime… ah well. If all went well he’d eventually get the chance to find out. “What I mean is that I’ll get to see through your eyes for the first time pretty soon. If the trial goes well of course.”

“Ah. That makes more sense.” Phenomaman hummed.

Soon after the air became charged with anticipation. Robert’s heart was practically beating out of his chest as he ran some final checks on the device to make sure everything was in working order. He had to adjust his crotch a few times as he thought about how close he was now to experiencing that godly body. Katon-Ur on the other hand was tapping his foot somewhat nervously as he watched from afar.

It wasn’t long before Robert had everything set up. He booted up the system and double checked that all the contingency measures were active just in case anything went wrong. With that the Neural Link helmet was primed and ready to be activated. All Robert had to do now was sit down and put it on. But first…

“Here. Put this in your left ear, same as you would with your communicator.” Robert handed Phenomaman the Neural receiver prototype. It looked like a strange tech savvy earpiece.

“This is the device that will connect you to my brain, yes?” Phenomaman asked to confirm, trying to remember all that Robert had explained to him previously.

Robert nodded. “It is. Don’t worry though. Once the process starts you shouldn’t feel any pain. Maybe a little dizzy but that’s all.”

Phenomaman stared down at the tiny earpiece. He couldn’t believe something so tiny could be capable of so much. He carefully raised it up to his ear and pushed it into place, making sure it was nice and secure.

With that there was only one thing left to do. Robert gave Phenomaman a thumbs up before retreating to his chair. He powered up the Neural Link and watched as it buzzed to life. Sensors all around the helmet lit up, giving it an ethereal blue glow. Almost like it was pulsing with life somehow. The system was already primed to initiate the transfer program so all they had to do now was… go for it.

Robert grabbed the helmet before looking over to Phenomaman. He could see the apprehension beginning to bleed through Katon-Ur’s features. “I’m gonna put this on now. Are you sure you’re ready? You seem a bit worried.”

Phenomaman nodded again slowly. “Y-yes. My apologies. I’m just not used to feeling vulnerable in this way.” Despite his fragile heart and emotions being a constant weak spot for him, he’d never had to worry about himself in a physical sense. He was never made to feel like he couldn’t control his surroundings. His strength, size and speed made sure of that. Until now. It was the first time in forever that Katon-Ur had felt truly vulnerable by putting his wellbeing in the hands of another. He couldn’t be blamed for feeling uncomfortable. “Please. Go ahead. I will not allow myself to hinder your experiment. If you believe it to be safe then I trust your judgment.” He added, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Okay. In that case, let’s do it.” Of course Robert was nervous too. No matter how confident he was in his work, testing something like this would always be a little scary the first time. Thankfully the excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins right now were more than enough to allow his hands to move and lower the Neural Link onto his head. As soon as it was in place, the device got to work.

Robert’s brainwaves and consciousness was immediately plugged into the system, causing him to jolt back in his seat. His thoughts felt scattered and fragmented, as if his mind had been cracked wide open and was spilling right out of his head. But the most chilling part of it all was the sudden disconnect from all five of his senses. He couldn’t smell, hear, see, taste or feel anything at all. It was as though the physical world had just fallen away and all that was left was his disembodied consciousness.

“R-Robert…?” Phenomaman muttered as the smaller man’s body quickly fell unresponsive. He couldn’t even see the way his earpiece began to glow in sync with Robert’s helmet. “Are you alri-igauuuuhhhhhhh…” His worries trailed off into a long mind numbing groan. In an instant his eyes grew vacant as his mouth hung slightly agape. Yet he didn’t collapse. Instead he stood perfectly still almost like a deactivated robot receiving a software update.

Even though the link was made, Robert’s mind wasn’t uploaded straight away. The Neural Link needed an extra minute or two to confirm the stability of its connection to the receiver before sending Robert across the bridge to his new body.

As it did, Robert found himself slipping into what felt like a dream. In it he was alone in his apartment. It seemed normal enough at first. Everything was right where it was supposed to be with the exception of a single item. On the far wall hung a lengthy mirror that didn’t belong. Natural curiosity drew Robert closer until he was able to see his reflection in the glass. Except… it wasn’t his reflection. It wasn’t even his apartment on the other side. Instead the mirror peered out into what seemed to be outer space and the man who stared back at him definitely wasn’t himself. It was… Phenomaman. Just floating there in the vast emptiness as far off stars glimmered behind him.

Robert lifted an arm and Phenomaman did the same. He tilted his head and the hero copied. No matter what he did, the hunk seemed to mimic his every movement. Curiously, Robert moved closer to the mirror until his face was only inches away from Phenomaman's, their gazes locked. They stayed there for a long moment until he reached out his hand. Phenomaman copied. They touched both sides of the mirror at the exact same moment… and then the floodgates opened.

Their perspectives flipped rapidly. One second Robert was standing in his apartment, the next he was floating in space. One moment he was huge, the next he was scrawny again. He’d be wearing Phenomaman’s suit and then he’d find himself back in his own clothes. It should’ve been dizzying but instead it was oddly soothing. As if his mind was being rocked gently back and forth. Until finally… he woke up.

Robert gasped as all of his lost senses came flooding back. Only now everything felt so wonderfully wrong. He immediately noticed how much smaller everything seemed. He towered over nearby desks and equipment that’d never before seemed so puny. He felt heavier too. So much heavier. Even the way his lungs expanded with every breath felt different. More powerful somehow. His brain took note of it all. Even the tiniest, most mundane sensations that’d normally be tuned out as background noise felt new and unfamiliar. All the way down to the beat of his heart and how its rhythm seemed completely different to what he’d known all his life. It was overwhelming but also exhilarating in a way that made his head spin.

He must’ve stood completely still for a good thirty seconds or so as he tried to adjust. But finally he allowed his neck to move. Turning his head left to right in a motion that shouldn’t have felt as alien as it did. His eyes fluttered as they absorbed more of his surroundings and how different everything seemed. Not just in terms of size but colour too. The shades and hues that made up the laboratory around him looked much more vibrant than ever before. But the thing that shocked him the most was how clear everything was. There was a poster on the wall across the room. Normally Robert would have to squint to read it but now it was crystal clear.

All things pointed to what he knew to be true. That he was standing in the body of the man who’d haunted his wet dreams. But he couldn’t bring himself to look down yet. In case somehow, someway, he was just imagining all this. Perhaps having gone insane due to his obsession with that stupidly attractive alien.

But then he saw himself. Or rather he saw what should’ve been his body. It was slumped in the same chair he remembered sitting in moments ago. The helmet was still on its head, glowing softly. He saw his former eyes looking straight ahead, half lidded and vacant as if the soul behind them had been ripped away. And, for all intents and purposes, it had. His consciousness was no longer inside that body. No thoughts. No emotions. No memories. Because… they were all here. With him. In what could only be a different body. And there was only one body it could be.

Robert slowly tilted his head down, his unfamiliar heart pounding even faster as his gaze began to shift until finally he saw it. That iconic blue body suit was practically painted onto him alongside the matching red belt. That huge red and gold collar sitting wide across his shoulders and covering most of his chest. Those red armoured cuffs that struggled to contain a pair of gigantic forearms that almost didn’t seem real. And those tall powerful red boots… now on his feet. He was wearing Phenomaman’s suit! And it actually fit!! Of course that only made sense considering the massive body underneath the tight costume was none other than Katon-Ur’s god-like frame.

“H-holy shit…” Robert muttered. His mouth dried up the second he was able to comprehend his newfound physique. He noticed his arms before anything else, the lack of sleeves made sure of that. Where he was used to seeing spindly appendages not much bigger than noodles, now hung two enormous columns of thick brawny muscle. They almost didn’t seem real and yet they moved to Robert’s whim. Giant burly biceps bunching slightly as he raised a pair of giant weathered hands up towards his face. “My arms… Jesus… fuck.” He muttered as he twisted and turned each arm, examining the sheer mass and density of them both with nothing but wonder in his eyes. Watching the way veins corded along the muscle with every subtle flex. Gasping slightly at the way his triceps flared with every extension or how his forearms bulged underneath the armoured cuffs, threatening to burst through them every time he clenched a fist. He could already sense the amount of raw power flowing through each of them, seeming infinite yet somehow contained.

Robert’s expression slowly began to shift towards a grin and as it did he could feel the mustache on his upper lip curve with his mouth. Phenomaman’s mustache. He hadn’t noticed it until now but as soon as he did, the paws he now called hands flew up to towards his face and began touching every inch of his visage. Feeling the stache first before deviating to his other features. Examining his wider jaw and how his broader nose seemed to curve differently. His eyebrows seemed bushier and his lips were a bit plumper too. Even his ears seemed a different shape. All of it served to shatter the reality Robert once knew. It was disorienting to say the absolute least but that didn’t stop him from stumbling across the lab in an effort to find anything reflective to confirm what his new hands were feeling.

In the process he struggled to control his strength. Every step caused the laboratory to rumble. Tools and utensils rattled as the floor cracked under Robert’s new boots. He tried to control it but his thighs and calves were so packed with godly-like strength that it seemed almost impossible to move without making small craters in the shape of his boots. It made Robert wonder how the hell Phenomaman managed to move around everyday with such care as if he were human like them.

He stopped for a moment to take a breath and gather himself. As he did he couldn’t help allowing his focus to shift down towards his legs. Just like his arms, they were pillars of pure muscle. They strained heavily enough against the pants of the body suit that it was still possible to make out the hard ridges along his quads. It was something Robert had always found himself admiring whenever Phenomaman was in the room with him if ever he was able to tear his eyes away from those gorgeous biceps long enough. Only now… they were his legs. Massive, long, beyond powerful and now under his command. The very same thighs he could’ve happily died between. Not to mention the diamond calves he would’ve worshipped for hours, now bulging at the slightest shift in his weight. And below even them Robert couldn’t help but think about how huge his feet were now as he stared down at those boots. The very same boots that would’ve hung loose on him like clown shoes before. Yet now they were snug and warm with musk. A shiver ran up his spine as he flexed his toes inside of them.

“Okay. Just breathe. Nice and steady.” Robert told himself as he tried taking another step, this time trying his best to be careful and measured. The floor still cracked a little when he put his full weight down but not as much as before. It was an improvement at least. He continued to move carefully around the room until finally he reached a small handheld mirror. He tried to be gentle with it but he barely got to see himself before crushing the handle on accident, causing the glass to shatter.

When he eventually found another small mirror, he didn’t risk picking it up. Instead he leaned over and stared down into it. Despite already knowing it, he wasn’t prepared to actually see the gorgeous mug of Phenomaman reflected back at him. The sight made him briefly remember the dream he’d had during the transfer. Only this time he really was Phenomaman on both sides of the glass. That dumb himbo face was actually his!

“I really a-am him… My device a-actually worked.” Robert stuttered. It was more obvious by this point but saying the words out loud finally made it feel real. “I’M PHENOMAMAN!” He shouted in Katon-Ur’s powerful voice as he couldn’t help but allow another prideful smirk to split across his face.

It took every ounce of willpower for Robert to not start freaking out with unfiltered excitement. His instinct was to start groping every inch of Phenomaman’s body now that it was under his control. To finally squeeze and kiss these biceps like he’d imagined so many. To grab at his pecs and massage them for all they were worth. And… his ass. He hadn’t even thought about it until that moment but he owned Katon-Ur’s bubbly cheeks now as well! He just wanted to reach back and give them the groping of a lifetime. But he couldn’t. Not yet anyway. Mostly because Robert wasn’t sure if Katon-Ur was still aware of what was happening right now. He had no idea if he was just watching from the passengers seat as Robert took the controls or if Katon-Ur was none the wiser. Better to be safe than sorry for now.

Though just because he couldn’t go crazy didn’t mean he couldn’t still appreciate his borrowed body out of ‘professional curiosity’. And so, slowly but surely, Robert raised each of his arms up into the classic double bicep pose before flexing them hard. I mean come on, who wouldn’t? Now that he finally had the chance to get inside this huge beefy body, of course he was going to get the clichés out of the way. And once again he could feel the impossible power flooding every fibre of muscle as his arms hardened like diamonds under the tension. He proceeded to keep the left arm flexed for a moment longer as he used his right hand to poke at the tensed tricep before giving this bicep a squeeze.

Before long his attention dropped to his chest. Up until now the armoured collar had covered it just enough for him to not get distracted at the sight of two massive muscle tits every time he looked south. But he knew they were there and it wasn’t long before his hands proved that. He carefully allowed them to glide along his cobbled abs first before rising up towards his chest. Slowly allowing his hands to move underneath that red and gold collar piece and cup the heavy pecs it was hiding. He hefted them gently as they struggled against the tight material that contained them. He even grazed Phenomaman’s surprisingly sensitive nipples, the likes of which sent a flash of heat towards his groin in a way his former nipples never had. He immediately wanted to touch them more. To rip his clothes off right now and start tweaking his nipples until…

The crotch of his pants began to grow tight.

Robert’s heartbeat increased again. Sweat began to bead along his forehead as he glanced down at his groin to see an enlarged bulge. Despite Katon-Ur being an alien, the bulge seemed ‘cock shaped’ enough for him to assume whatever the hero kept hidden in his pants was at the very least some form of phallus. That said… as his crotch continued to grow tighter and tighter, he quickly began to realise why Blonde Blazer had considered their genitals to be incompatible. It just kept getting bigger to an almost comical degree. The obscene outline only grew thicker and longer as it throbbed with an intensity that would’ve put Robert’s human dick to shame. When it finally stopped engorging, Robert couldn’t even begin to guess how long the thing was. Too long probably. But despite how completely bizzare it was, that only made Robert want to touch it more. He almost did as well. He could practically feel his hand vibrating as he fought against the urge to reach down and stroke along the visible outline of his new outer space alien dick.

Instead Robert was able to act as though it was an honest mistake which technically it was. Averting his gaze as he apologised verbally to the real and potentially spectating Phenomaman.

“Okay… so clearly the Neural Link works.” Robert said aloud, enjoying the way his words rumbled with Katon-Ur’s voice, now laced with the kind of intelligence the dumb hero never could’ve displayed. “No complications so far. My mind seems to be intact and my control over this body appears to be stable. My senses are a little weird but that’s probably just the difference in alien biology.” Beyond just the way his new eyes saw the world, his hearing was also much sharper than before and his nose picked up on scents he never would’ve noticed before. It was as though all of his senses had been sharpened to the extreme. “Strength is definitely gonna take some getting used to though.” He added as he glanced down at his biceps again. “Probably won’t be heading into the field like this anytime soon.”

It was only then that something dawned on him. If he was in Phenomaman’s body then by all means he should be able to fly. The realisation made his alien heart skip a beat. Only… he had no idea how. He hadn’t even thought to ask Katon-Ur how it worked. It seemed to come so naturally to the hero but Robert couldn’t even figure out how to hover. He tried closing his willing his body to lift off the ground. Nothing. He tried tensing every enormous muscle in his body. Nothing. He almost tried jumping just to see if he could somehow remain in the air but stopped himself when he realised his newfound strength might cause him to accidentally jump straight through the roof. Instead, as much as he wanted to know how it felt to fly without a mech suit and rocket boosters, he shelved the idea for now.

In reality Robert should’ve already ended the takeover after he deemed the trial run a success but he couldn’t help taking the opportunity to savour the body of Phenomaman just a little longer. Not to mention he wanted to make sure this loaned cock was fully flaccid before handing control back over to its true owner. As such he found himself running his hands though his slightly longer, slicked back hair. Taking a moment to admire the width of his frame as he took note of the way his lats forced his already massive arms even further out to the sides. Not to mention the enormity of his shoulders, the likes of which he hadn’t been able to admire fully yet either due to his costume obscuring them in a similar fashion to his pecs. He simply continued to respectfully roam this form as respectfully as possible until the appendage between his legs had seemingly returned to normal.

“Alright Katon-Ur. If you can hear me, I’m going to switch off the receiver now.” Robert began as he raised a hand up towards his ear. “When I do, the Neural Link will shut down and we’ll return to normal.” With that he slowly moved a single finger towards the earpiece, aiming to press the button on the side. He did so as carefully and gently as possible so as not to accidentally break the tiny thing with his strength. Thankfully his caution paid off as he was able to press the button without any damage. And just like that the receiver stopped glowing, disconnecting itself from the helmet Robert’s real body was wearing.

Not even a second later, Robert’s vision began to blur. All of his newly enhanced senses dulled until he felt, saw and heard nothing at all. Once again reduced to thoughts alone before even they were broken and scattered. His consciousness was swiftly dragged back through the invisible space between the two bodies until finally it was slammed back into his original brain again. The reversal process was much faster than the initial transfer. Not enough time to dream or hallucinate like before. Instead Robert found himself blinking awake again in his regular ol’ human body.

Across the room Phenomaman slowly shook his head as he came back around as well. He stumbled around a little, seeming disoriented and a little confused. Though, unlike when Robert was in control, the hazy steps he took in order to regain his sense of balance didn’t result in further damage to the floor. He held his head for a moment in an attempt to gather himself before glancing up at Robert.

Their gazes met in a way that felt strangely connected and almost a little trippy after the experience they’d gone through. As if for a moment their minds couldn’t tell if they were staring at another person or at themselves.

“W-what happened?” Phenomaman groaned. “Robert?”

After catching his own bearings, Robert slowly lifted the helmet off his head before carefully placing it aside. “The test was successful.” He stated, still in a state of astonishment himself about the whole thing. He stood slowly, his legs wobbling a little as he readjusted to limbs that weren’t the size of tree trunks. He went on to explain to Phenomaman that he’d just been inside the hero’s body for a good ten minutes or so and that there didn’t seem to be any complications with the process. “Do you remember any of it?” He asked.

Katon-Ur thought for a long moment before responding. “I am… not sure? I remember you placing the helmet on top of your head. After that it is all a bit unclear but… I remember feeling enamoured. I believe that is the word. It was like the love I would feel for another person but instead that love was directed at myself.” Katon-Ur recounted the experience in whatever fuzzy detail he could dig up. “And at some point I remember feeling this heat. It was pleasant. But it also felt like some kind of taboo. I could not begin to explain why.” He went on to tell Robert of all the other strange sensations he’d experienced in the small time he’d been possessed and the more he spoke of them, the more Robert realised what it meant. “But the strangest part was that none of these feelings felt like they were coming from me. It was like they were… falling onto me? I am not sure how to describe it.”

Robert stroked his chin while trying to convey a reasonable level of nonchalance after what just happened. “That’s definitely odd. Are you sure you didn’t see anything? Could you not see what I was seeing while using your eyes?”

Phenomaman shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. It was just feelings.”

“Hmmm.” Robert's eyes danced over Phenomaman’s body again briefly. It was hard to believe he’d been commanding all that size and muscle mere moments ago. “The only theory I can think of is that maybe you were experiencing some kind of backwards ripple from my own feelings and emotions. Whatever I was feeling, you also felt in a second hand capacity.” It made sense with what Phenomaman had described. The self-love. The heat. The excitement. It added up. “Of course we don’t know for sure. It could be a number of things. Best not to assume too much after just one test.”

“That sounds wise.” Phenomaman agreed. “So? How did it go on your side Robert? Did this trial reach an acceptable standard of success?” He asked as he glanced around at the room. Taking note of the heavily cracked floor as well as the smashed hand mirror.

Robert scratched the back of his head as he struggled to maintain eye contact. “Uhhhhhh… yeah. Yeah it was acceptable. I suppose.” He tried his best to hide the small blush forming on his cheeks. “For all intents and purposes, the trial was successful. The neural link did exactly what it was built to do. My mind was projected into your body without any noticeable flaws or complications. None that I picked up on anyway. I’ll have to look back over the data from both the helmet and your receiver to confirm.” Robert placed his hands on his hips as took note of the mess he’d made around the lab while inside that god-like body. “But my control over your strength is a different matter. I could barely walk in your body without almost crashing through the floor. You really deserve a whole lot more credit for the way you’re able to restrain yourself around the rest of us.”

Katon-Ur smiled at that. “I appreciate the compliment but honestly I do not put much thought into it. I simply adjust my strength accordingly.” He demonstrated by jumping on the spot a little, each bounce landing lighter than a feather on the ground. “See?”

“I guess it just comes naturally to you. Makes sense.” Robert commented. “Hopefully it’ll come naturally to me as well with enough time and practice.”

Phenomaman strolled over and gave Robert a hearty pat on the back. “I have no doubt you will, Robert Robertson. You are the smartest man I know. Before long you’ll be soaring through the skies just as I do.” He roared with that classic enthusiasm most ordinary people knew him for.

“Oh right that’s another thing! You’ll have to explain to me how flying works. I tried to float or at least hover off the ground a little but I couldn’t get it to work. I was also afraid of making an even bigger mess if I tried too hard.”

The muscle bound alien pouted slightly. “Huh. It did not occur to me that you would not understand how to fly. To me it is as simple as walking or running.” His pout soon turned to a smirk. “Does this mean that I get to be the one that teaches and you be my student?”

Robert chuckled. “I suppose so, yeah. If there’s one thing you know more about than me, it’s how your body works.” Moments after the words left his mouth however, Robert realised how it might’ve sounded. “Oh shit… I didn’t mean-gah I sound like an asshole.”

Katon-Ur’s face softened slightly. “You need not apologise Robert. You are correct. Despite my effort over these last few months, my intelligence still leaves much to be desired.” He sighed.

“Still though. I know you’ve been trying really hard. It’s more than most would do in your position. Especially on the Z-Team. I’m sure you’ll hit your academic stride soon enough.”

“Thank you Robert.” Phenomaman’s eyes seemed to light up slightly at that. “That means a lot to me.”

Robert shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

Though if Robert was being truly honest with himself, there was a small selfish part of him that hoped Phenomaman would remain a himbo forever. Perhaps it was a cruel thing to hope for but he couldn’t help himself. On one hand he genuinely liked Katon-Ur and wanted him to succeed and not have to rely on Robert taking his place just to appear competent. On the other hand, he wanted as many excuses as possible to keep using the Neural Link to tap into that body. Just one short experience already had him craving more. So in that sense the longer Phenomaman remained a hopeless himbo, the better.

“There is one other thing I know more about than you though…” Katon-Ur waggled his eyebrows a little.

“Let me guess. Magic The Gathering?” Robert replied in an even monotone but not unkind.

The hero looked surprised for a second. “It… it is! How did you know what I was going to say? Could it be that your brain linking technology has allowed you the ability to read my thoughts?”

Robert couldn’t help but chuckle. “No big guy. It’s just painfully obvious from how often you talk about it. It’s like your special interest.”

“I do not think I talk about it that often…”

“Phenomaman. I tuned into your communicator a few times while you were at HeroCon earlier today. On more than one occasion I heard you talking to people about your collection and all your different decks.”

Katon-Ur twiddled his thumbs a little. “I just think it is a fun game.” He said with those big sad puppy dog eyes.

Robert smiled and shook his head. “Yeah. I suppose it is.”

———

Only a couple of days after the first trial had been a success, Robert had been eager to get Phenomaman in for another test. The second trial went just as smoothly as the first in regards to the transfer itself, perhaps more so. Robert once again found himself inhabiting the gargantuan body of the strongest being on the planet. The experience hadn’t been any less erotic either. To look down and flex those meaty paws that could crush just about anyway. To remove that collar and see those pecs still partially blocking his view further south. All he wanted to do was touch and worship every inch of it all. He’d done so the first time but it was like a drug tempting him to go further. Tempting him to explore deeper and touch parts of this body he’d only ever dreamt of. And now that he knew Katon-Ur was practically unconscious, there was really nothing holding him back.

Except guilt of course. As much as he wanted to grope the body of Phenomaman for all it was worth, he still tried his utmost to restrain himself. The idea of using this body in such a perverse way couldn’t help but tug on his morality. He knew it wasn’t right. Even if he had gone through with this project for selfish reasons, he couldn’t really push it that far could he? What would that make him? Robert was supposed to be a hero too. An example even when nobody else was around to see. There was even a small part of him that thought he should terminate the project altogether. Fortunately he was able to quell that voice by telling himself that he was doing it all for Katon-Ur’s benefit, even if he happened to be getting some personal fulfillment out of it. In truth though, now that he’d experienced this body, he’d would’ve told himself just about anything to justify coming back.

He spent most of the second session trying to get a handle on his movement. Moving very slowly around the testing area of the lab to begin with until he managed to take normal steps without breaking the floor beneath him. He still had to focus pretty hard but he was getting there. He also tried picking up and holding a few basic objects he’d set up, starting with ones that were rather sturdy. The task being to hold them without breaking, cracking or crushing them. That was certainly the harder chore of the two. He spent well over an hour destroying all kinds of things with his bare hands. Most of which were accidental but a few times he found himself using his newfound strength to mold and bend some of the toughest materials he had as if they were play dough. The sheer rush he got from doing that was unlike anything else. To not only know but actually see what the power he now held could do.

Needless to say, despite trying to keep a lid on himself, Robert at multiple points found himself pitching a huge tent against the surprisingly elastic material of Phenomaman’s costume. Each one being even harder to ignore than the last. Literally. He’d allowed his hand to graze along the outline once or twice while he readjusted himself for comfort’s sake but he’d stopped himself from going any further.

By the end Robert had spent hours trying to control his strength and he was semi-successful in that endeavour. He’d managed to pick up at least one of the delicate items without breaking it and he was starting to get a handle on walking. It might not seem like much but it was more progress than he’d expected honestly. He was satisfied enough to end the second session with that. But not before reaching back and grabbing a cheeky handful of that phenomenal ass.

“How was it Robert? Were you successful in learning to control my overwhelming might and the movement of my robust masculine body?” Katon-Ur asked shortly after coming back around, flashing his biceps a little as he put on some of that signature Phenomaman charm.

Robert shrugged. “A little I guess. I’m gonna need a lot more practice before I’m ready to start stepping in for you though.” He tried his best not to stare too intensely at the bicep so as not to give away just how much he wanted to run his tongue over it. Especially after having just experienced it as his own. “It might be best if we do these tests everyday from now on so we can speed along my progress. Or every other day at least.” There was genuine logic behind what Robert was suggesting despite the secondary reasons he had for wanting more of that body.

“Everyday huh?” Phenomaman seemed hesitant for a moment. “Seems a bit much but I guess if you think that’s best then…”

“Trust me. The quicker I’m able to adjust to being inside your body, the better chance we have at keeping you here at SDN.” Robert explained as convincingly as he could. It seemed to do the trick as he watched the hero’s face soften moments later.

———

The next day came fast. Both Robert and Phenomaman would complete their shift for the day before meeting up in the lab as they frequently did. By this point some of the other members on the Z-Team had begun to catch on that the two of them had been meeting after hours. They would talk about it over the comms during shifts, trying to get one of them to confess what they were doing. Usually this resulted in most of the group teasing them about hooking up (a prospect Robert would’ve been totally fine with had it been true) when neither would spill the beans. Of course Invisgal was the only one who knew the truth but she’d kept her word of secrecy so far by acting none the wiser.

It wasn’t long before Robert was booting up the Neural Link again, excitedly pulling the helmet over his head as soon as Katon-Ur had activated his receiver earpiece. One thrilling spin of the world later and Robert found himself blinking through the eyes of superhero crush yet again.

Only after Robert had gotten out his initial lust for this form by squeezing his pecs, flexing his arms and dragging his fingers over Katon-Ur’s gorgeous face, did he get on with what he was supposed to be doing. Starting off with more of the same from last time. Practicing his control over Phenomaman’s power both in terms of movement and how he interacted with objects. He did a little better than last time. Still a couple cracks in the testing room floor as well as a fair few broken items but certainly less than last time. After that though, he thought he’d give something else a try.

Robert took some long deep breaths before slowly making his way across the lab and towards the exit door, careful with every step. Once there he took a quick glance into the nearest reflective surface he could find to make sure he looked fairly presentable, probably a bad idea as he then spent an extra minute fighting away another erection just from seeing that mustache and those piercing eyes under his control. But once he was ready, the door slid open and he stepped out into one of the many corridors on the tech floor of SDN. He barely made it a few paces before he was passed by a couple of staff members Robert recognised as evening shift workers who helped with maintenance and such like. He didn’t know their names. The interaction he’d had from the few times he’d crossed paths with them as a quick nod or a polite smile. But not this time.

“Hey! Wassup Phenomaman!” The younger of the two beamed. “Saw the save you made downtown today with that scary demon chick. You two rocked! Really sent that freaky thing flying.”

Robert was a bit taken aback. He remembered the incident, being the person who dispatched Phenomaman and Melavola to deal with a Kaiju. It’d risen from the ocean and started wreaking havoc on land. Phenomaman had worked on getting the civilians to safety while Melavola kept the monster distracted. Once the area was secure Robert had ordered Phenomaman to switch to offence. Phenomaman pummeled the monster effortlessly before dragging it by its tail back towards the shore. He then performed a hammer throw on the creature that sent it flying back out into the sea. It was quite the spectacle.

“Oh uhmm… yes thank you. I was just doing my best to uhh… keep the city safe. Like always haha.” Robert stumbled over his words terribly in a pretty awkward attempt at trying to sound like Katon-Ur. All the while he found himself really putting into perspective the depths of his power in this body. That Kaiju had to have weighed tens of thousands of tonnes and yet Katon-Ur had spun that thing around as if it weighed nothing more than a small sack of potatoes. It almost felt unreal that he was capable of something like that without barely breaking a sweat. And right now, Robert was too. His gigantic biceps twitched slightly at the thought.

“Hell yeah you are.” The older of the pair added. “I don’t care what anyone says, you’re one of the best heroes we got around here man. We’re lucky to have you.”

Robert blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed to be taking the credit for Katon-Ur’s hero work. Though he supposed if all went well then soon enough the opposite would be true. “You’re far too kind, gentlemen.” He paused briefly to try and think of what Katon-Ur might say in this situation. “I’m just trying to be… Phenomenal.” He bumbled slightly.

“Y-yeah. Yeah of course man. You totally are.” The older one responded, sensing the awkwardness a little now. “Well uh… have a great rest of your night dude. Awesome to see you.” He continued as the younger man beside him nodded along. They both gave Robert a friendly wave before continuing past him down the hall.

Robert took a second to process the interaction. It might’ve come off a bit stilted but for them to look at him the way they did, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced as Mecha-Man. Sure he had loads of fans as Mecha-Man, he couldn’t deny that, but never had anyone actually looked at him with the kind of genuine wonder those two guys had. It was as if his mere presence had put them both at ease. And they didn’t even question who he was. They just saw him as Phenomaman. That alone was enough to make his dick twitch.

Robert’s plan after that was to take a simple stroll around the SDN building. The challenge he’d set himself was to not break any of the floors or door handles on the way round. He figured he could pull off a passable impression of Phenomaman’s if one or two people stopped him to talk along the way. Simple right? Well that’s what he thought. As it turned out, his naïveté was swiftly punished when practically everyone he walked past either wanted to say hello, chat, take photos with him or all of the above. It wasn’t long before it felt like his flimsy impression was the thing really being challenged.

Needless to say he received countless strange looks and confused stares after many, many more stilted interactions. There were even a couple times where he had to awkwardly refuse handshakes simply out of fear that he may accidentally crush a hand. Robert didn’t realise just how many people in the building alone were infatuated with Phenomaman. It shouldn’t have been a surprise given his sky high popularity but he was still a little stunned by just how many people seemed to stare at him with pure adoration in their eyes. He supposed his perception had been warped by himself and the other people on the dispatching floor not fawning over the heroes nearly as much seeing as they worked with them directly. That said, he might not have been so bold to step out of the lab had he known he was going to be showered in so much attention that it would really put his acting skills to the test.

The worst only came however when he was approached by another young man nearby the cafeteria and boy did he lay it on thick. He was new apparently and explained how he’d always wanted to meet the Phenomaman in person. Going on to tell Robert how he’d been his inspiration for everything. Especially going to the gym. Saying how he dreamed of having a body as awesome as Robert's. A sentiment that the real Phenomeman might’ve wrongly interpreted as bullying due to the vastly different beauty standards of his home world that Robert still couldn’t wrap his head around. Instead Robert thanked the man again and again while putting on his best attempt at that Phenomaman charm. But by god the way this guy was raining praise down onto him soon began to light a fire in his loins. He’d never considered himself to have a praise kink but something about it felt different now. So much so that when the guy asked if he could flex his biceps for him, Robert could only do so for about a second or two before his dick started roaring to life.

Soon after he found himself fleeing for the bathroom after excusing himself and trying his utmost to cover the growing bulge. His panic caused him to leave a few dents in the floor before nearly taking the hinges off the bathroom door while hurrying inside. Thankfully there was nobody already inside to see the thick python snaking its way down one of his legs in a manner that was both embarrassing and ridiculously hot for Robert.

“Jesus Christ… how the hell does he keep this thing under control all the time.” Robert grumbled to himself, sounding more irritated by the erection than he actually was. In reality the sight of Katon-Ur’s third leg brought him immense joy, he just wished it didn’t chub up around other people. Not much he could do about it now though other than wait for it to go down.

Unless…

His eyes stayed transfixed on his bulge for a long moment. He could always just satisfy it, he thought. Whip it out. Get a good look at it for the first time. Then jerk it for all its worth until he busts Katon-Ur’s dumb himbo nut everywhere. “That’d get it to go down…” he murmured to himself while biting his lip.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Robert found one of his hands slipping down until it rested along the girthy outline. He gripped it gently before moving his palm back and forth along the cock shaped silhouette. Instantly sparks of pleasure came shooting up his spine. It was a sensitive thing, he knew that much. Just like his nipples. But god if just running his hand along his cock didn’t make his eyes flutter and cause slow deep moan to escape his lips. It was enchanting to the point where he found himself bucking his hips instinctively into his own grasp, as if this body was desperate for him to milk it while its real owner slept. And he really wanted to. God he really fucking wanted to. But by the sheer miracle of will power, he stopped.

“I can’t do this…” Robert told himself. “I shouldn’t.” He swallowed long and hard as he had to force himself to let go of the now throbbing bulge. If he didn’t then he knew he would’ve been seconds away from actually whipping the damn thing out and if he’d done that then he might not have been able to stop himself.

With how excited he’d gotten, it took quite some time before he was finally able to quell his cock again. All the while he’d kept the door shut simply by leaning against it as gently as possible so as to stop anyone from walking in on him. Only once he looked… presentable again did he step back out into the hallways of SDN, trying to appear as ordinary as Phenomaman otherwise would have.

It wasn’t long before he was forced to resume the unwilling gauntlet of fans and admirers alike who were all too eager to get a word in. But he managed it somehow. Eventually being able to make his way back to the lab without causing anymore damage or raising too many eyebrows. It certainly ended up being a more difficult challenge than he’d intended but he was glad to have done it. All things considered, he did decently well if you were to ignore his little mishap in the bathroom.

Robert shuffled slowly back towards the testing area where his real body sat with the helmet still planted on its head. He knew he needed to finish up now. He’d done his practice for the day and he promised Katon-Ur that their session wouldn’t take long. Apparently he’d arranged a time to go and see those puppies he’d insisted on watching the birth of months ago. He’d seemed very excited about it so the last thing Robert wanted to do was keep him from that. But even so, Robert couldn’t help feeling this ache in his heart knowing that he had to give this up and go back to being a boring old human again. He’d felt it each time so far. It was as if Katon-Ur’s body was begging him not to leave. Whatever the case, he didn’t have a choice. Robert turned off the receiver in his ear and that was that. For now.

———

The following week, Robert found himself entering Katon-Ur’s body for the seventh time. The last three times he spent doing more of the same practice to control his power. Coming into the seventh session though, keeping a lid on his overflowing power didn’t seem like such a gargantuan task anymore. He still needed to focus a little and if he got distracted he still found himself breaking a few things but the progress he’d made was very promising. So much so that he’d decided to move onto something new. Something he’d been eager to try again since the first time he took over this super powered form. He wanted to figure out how to fly. Or at the very least make some headway.

He’d spoken to Katon-Ur about it many times since beginning these tests. Robert had been more than eager to hear whatever advice the alien might be able to offer him. Katon-Ur had a difficult time trying to explain how it worked at first. Unfortunately it was like trying to explain how walking works to a creature with no legs. To Katon-Ur it was natural. Innate. But to Robert, he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how it worked. But that didn’t stop them from trying to figure it out anyway. It took a lot of brainpicking alongside Robert examining Katon-Ur while he demonstrated but eventually he was able to come up with a theory. He could only deduce that, someway or another, the people from Katon-Ur’s world had the ability to control the gravitational forces surrounding their bodies. He wasn’t entirely sure how but… it was the only thing he could think of that made sense.

So here Robert was now, sitting cross legged on the floor of the testing area. Wearing only Phenomaman’s blue body suit and nothing else. Boots, cape and cuffs all discarded. His eyes were gently shut as he tried to relax his mind and borrowed body as best he could. Controlling his breathing while trying to clear any and all distracting thoughts. A task that proved difficult for him as one could imagine by now. Especially when he could feel the steady rise and fall of his enormous pecs with every slow breath he took. Sitting heavily on his chest like a pair of sweet succulent watermelons just begging for his attention. It wouldn’t have been the first time he gave into their call. So far he didn’t think he’d jumped into Katon-Ur’s body once without playing with his fat muscle tits at least a little bit. But right now he had to resist. He had to stay focused.

He tried his best to envision himself not as something that was bound to the gravity of Earth but rather as a separate entity altogether. He imagined commanding his will over the forces of Earth. Forcing them to bend and move to his whim. To carry him as he saw fit. Doing so, he began to sense a strange tingle from inside his brain. Almost like he was tapping into something completely new and unfamiliar to his human mind. He tried his best to grab hold of it as tight as he could. Savouring the way Katon-Ur’s alien neurons began to fire in a way that felt familiar to the body even if it seemed foreign to the mind occupying it.

Something shifted in the air around Robert. As if it’d become charged with something unique. Something commanding as the shackles of gravity from the planet beneath him started to crack and fall away. Slowly but surely he was becoming his own centre of gravity.

The floor he’d been sitting on almost seemed to fall away from him. But he didn’t fall with it. The human part of him wanted to panic but he kept his focus, eyes still closed, as he slowly uncrossed his legs. They didn't scrape across the floor as he did. Instead he found himself able to stretch them fully until it was almost like he was standing. And yet his feet hung in space with nothing beneath them.

Had he done it? His human mind didn’t want to believe it but the sensation seemed to speak for itself. All Robert could do was take a slow shaky breath before finally opening his eyes again.

“O-ohhhh… ohhh my…” He stared down in disbelief. He was still in the lab. Still in the testing area. Still in Katon-Ur’s body. Except now…

He was floating.

It wasn’t much. His feet were only a few inches off the ground but… HE WAS FUCKING FLYING! Needless to say the biggest grin you could imagine broke out across Robert’s face, his borrowed mustache twisting upwards with glee. Pure unfiltered excitement pumped through his every vein as he carefully kicked his feet back and forth with wonder.

“I-I-I can’t b-believe it. This is… this is… wow. I’m f-floating.” He could barely form the words to express the sheer extent of his amazement. His body didnt seem to have any trouble expressing it though as blood immediately started to rush south. He was so dazzled by the fact that he was floating that he didn’t even notice his growing bulge until it was already too late to stop. “Gahhh-fuck…” he grumbled, though he couldn’t bring himself to be truly upset by the sight.

By this point, getting at least one uncontrollable erection every time he possessed Phenomaman had become a given. No matter how hard he tried to be professional, Robert’s perverted desires would win out sooner or later and he’d find himself struggling to keep his hands away from the monstrous tent his otherworldly cock would inevitably pitch. But so far he's remained good. As desperately as he’d wanted to, he was able to stop himself from ripping off Katon-Ur’s hero suit and beating the fuck out of his meat. He told himself that he had to respect this body and prove he wasn’t a creep.

He told himself to ignore it but that was always easier said than done. Especially when it throbbed with the kind of insatiable need that Robert’s human cock couldn’t hope to replicate. He bit the inside of his cheek as he stared down at the hefty outline, still floating as he did. He could feel a pulsing need behind his eyes as saliva began to build in his mouth. His heart pumping harder and faster in his chest while his head began to spin.

“I suppose… maybe… just one peek couldn’t hurt. As a uhhh… reward for flying.” Those were the forbidden words. “He won’t even know.” He mumbled meekly as if a part of him still acknowledged just how wrong it was. But that part wasn’t strong enough to stop him now that his perverted brain had found a flimsy excuse to justify what he was about to do.

There was a moment of hesitation as Robert’s hand moved towards the sleek red belt that connected the upper and lower half of the skin tight body suit. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t now. In his head, he’d already committed to it and there was nothing that was going to stop him as he loosed the belt and allowed it to fall to the floor.

For the first time he was able to peel the fabric up from around his abdomen to reveal Katon-Ur’s abs in all their glory. He’d touched them so many times through the suit but now he could finally feel the modest smattering of hair that coated them. The feeling only made his cock throb more. Especially as his hands wandered further up the underside of his suit and found his bare pecs. His breath hitched as he grabbed at the bulky flesh, finding it just as deliciously furry. And the moment he touched one of his nipples, it was like lightning had stuck his entire nervous system and forced his cock to buck so hard it almost burst out of its fabric constraints. He already knew Katon-Ur had some sensitive nipples but pinching them directly was something else entirely.

Once he’d had his fill of that, his attention swiftly returned to his crotch. How could it not when that angry cock was practically begging him for attention at this point in the only way it knew how. He steadily retracted his hands from underneath the tight shirt of his suit. One hand found itself hooking a thumb under the waistband of his tight blue pants while the other hand caressed his bulge gently. Massaging along the length before squeezing it generously. He could feel his balls too, sitting heavily underneath. Eagerly flooding him with hormones that only served to coax him along until he finally had the courage to do what he’d wanted to do since the first time he possessed this body.

He knew it was going to be big. That much was obvious by now. But even so, nothing could’ve quite prepared him for the sight he was about to witness when he stretched open the waistband at last.

“Holy FUCK!” The words just slipped out on their own but it was more than warranted after laying eyes on that monstrous member. Seeing the outline was one thing but actually seeing the cock itself was something else entirely. Before now the idea of Katon-Ur’s cock had, to a certain degree, remained a fantasy. But not now. Now Robert was seeing it in the flesh with his very own eyes, finding it hard to believe that thing was actually attached to him. The way it protruded from his groin in a way that was both seductively crude and dazzlingly beautiful. Robert could practically feel his pupils dilating with desire.

He pulled down his pants just enough for the terrifyingly large member to spring forth in all its splendour. Bobbing and pulsing between his legs in a way that was nothing short of hypnotic. Proven as much by the long moment where Robert simply floated in silence while staring down at the perfectly sculpted shaft with awe.

Robert could now confirm with absolute certainty that Katon-Ur’s cock looked just like any other human's. No tentacles or pincers or any other weird extra parts. It was just a cock. Except for the fact that it was fucking massive of course. It seemed ridiculous to say but the thing had to be nearly a foot length. Or at the very least around ten inches or so. As for girth? Ooooh boy. It was as thick as Katon-Ur’s wrist! No wonder Blonde Blazer had told him that their genitals weren’t compatible. This thing would’ve split her in two! Or anyone else for that matter. It was far too big for fucking but if anything that only made it all the more tantalising. Especially as some of Katon-Ur’s sweet creamy nectar began leaking from the bulbous tip of his cock in a long thin line of delicious drool.

He’d told himself he wasn’t going to touch it. That he was only going to look and that was it. But now that he’d gotten a good look, surely had to indulge a little too? As such Robert found one of his meaty hands wrapped around that gorgeous girthy shaft before he even knew what he was doing. Almost instantly he tossed his head back with a gleeful moan. Each pump sent vibrations across his entire body that caused his body hair to stand on end. So much so that his eyes began to flutter as he already began to lose himself in the pleasure. Quickly losing sight of all his morals in the process as his mind was overtaken by the aching need to touch himself. And that didn’t just apply to his cock.

Before he knew it Robert was lifting his free arm until his bicep was close enough for his mouth to worship it. He couldn’t help licking, kissing and even gently sinking his teeth into the firm muscle until it was wet with saliva. Soon after he moved onto his chest. Bouncing and groping at this huge hairy superhero tits after pulling the shirt up and behind his neck to reveal them fully at last. The dual stimulation of rubbing his nipples while jacking his giant cock was enough to make his knees go weak. Had he not still been floating, he probably would’ve been writhing on the floor by now.

“Ooohhhh-ohh-hhoooooo… g-goddd… mmmmphff.” Robert groaned, making Katon-Ur’s voice sound like a bitch in heat. “Feeeeeelsss… s-sooooo-mmmmphff… goooo-oooohhhh-ood…” He bit his lip in an effort to stifle his increasing moans thanks to the tiniest bit of rational thinking he had left. The walls were thick but they weren’t completely sound proof. It certainly wasn’t easy to minimise his outward expressions though when the ecstasy he found himself in was beyond anything else Robert had ever experienced. This cock might’ve been too big for sex but god just stroking it and worshipping himself already felt better than sex anyway!

He kept his pace steady. He could feel how eager his balls were to bust a nut but he didn’t want to cum too fast. Robert wanted to savour this experience. As such he even managed to stop stroking a couple of times even if just to wipe precum off the tip. Precum he would then bring up to his lips before eagerly licking off his fingers. He wasn’t sure if it was actually delicious or if it was just the knowledge that it was Phenomaman’s cum that made it taste so good. Either way he didn’t waste a second lapping it up before getting back into rhythm.

His body had managed to remain afloat purely out of muscle memory this whole time. And as he lost himself in the blissful sensations of his body, he almost didn’t notice how he’d begun to spin and roll through the air. Only realising when he opened his eyes at one point to find himself floating upside down while his cock dripped precum down onto face. He was quick to improvise by opening his mouth nice and wide to catch as much as possible.

“Ohhh… ohhh Jes-us… fuuuuckk.” He whimpered as his face twisted from pure lust into something even more pathetic and needy. Especially as cock began to grow even more sensitive to the touch. He was so damn close now he could feel it. His gorgeous muscles were beginning to tense rapidly. Even his asshole was twitching with desire as he imagined stuffing it full with this impossible dick. The mere thought of which already had his brain scheming to make a 3D mould of Phenomaman’s ass at some point for Robert to use as a flashlight. Both as himself and when he’s inside this body. But that was an idea for later.

He’d done well to hold onto his load for as long as he did but eventually Robert reached his breaking point. He didn’t have the strength to pull away anymore. All he could think about now was blowing his load as hard as possible. As such his grip tightened into a death lock as his pace got faster and faster. Before long he was using his super speed to jerk himself off so fast and aggressively that his hand was nothing more than a blur.

And then… It happened. With the way his eyes widened in the seconds leading up to it, you’d have thought he just met God.

“GGROOOOUUAAAHHHH!!” Robert roared with an unruly passion as cum exploded across his body and face, showering himself with a thick milky layer of seed belonging to the one and only Phenomaman. And before he knew it, Robert was licking cum off his chin and out of his mustache while heavy ropes continued to land across his pecs where it settled in his chest hair. If there was a heaven, Robert had just experienced the closest thing to it.

For a good long moment he just continued to float there. Almost naked. Painted in his own super hero semen. He was somewhat surprised to watch Katon’s Ur’s cock slowly soften back down until it’d miraculously shrunk to a flaccid size that actually looked rather normal by human standards. Following which he simply allowed himself to bask in the afterglow of the greatest moment in his entire life. That is until…

“So it does look human.” Said a familiar voice from barely a few paces ahead of him.

Robert’s half lidded eyes snapped open with pure horror as when he spun his head around to see Invisigal staring at his crotch.

“Well I suppose it’s like… XL human but still.” She pursed her lips slightly. “Maybe XXL actually.”

“H-holy fu-!” Robert flailed around in the air slightly before the panic caused him to plummet back onto the ground. His back slamming onto the floor in a way that might’ve been painful had he been practically indestructible. “C-C-Courtney! What the hell a-are you doing in here! How long have y-you…” Robert scrambled for the words, his tone sounding equal parts angry and humiliated. He was in quite the state. Phenomaman’s usually well kept hair and mustache looked frazzled and damp with sweat. The lower half of his body suit was pooling at his ankles. His pecs and abs were on full display. His handsome face was flushed a deep crimson as struggled to catch his breath, sweat mixing with cum to create an aroma that would’ve sent his old body into a frenzy. It wasn’t a state he could’ve imagined the real Phenomaman ever being caught in, being as innocent as he was.

“Chill out, I haven’t been here that long. Just long enough to know I was completely fucking right.” She snickered while sliding her hands into her pockets. “I knew you were only doing this weird body snatcher shit because you horny as fuck for Phenomaman.”

Robert turned his head away in embarrassment.

“Relaxxx. I’m not here to bust your balls or whatever. Looks like you’ve already done a good enough job of that yourself.” Invisgal continued on. “Or rather, Phenomaman’s balls since yours are actually over there.” She pointed a thumb at Robert’s real body across the room, still sleeping soundly. “I mean… you are Robert in there right?” She asked just to confirm what she already knew to be true.

“Y…yes.” Robert admitted sheepishly. “Please just… don’t tell anyone about this.”

Invisigal shrugged. “Sure. Wouldn’t wanna spoil a fellow pervert’s fun. Looked like you were having the time of your life up there.”

Robert stayed silent.

“Remind me again why you’ve decided to go the route of stealing Phenomaman’s body so that you can cover him with his own cum? You know… instead of just asking him out? Like I told you to.”

Robert stood again slowly, hands pointlessly covering his crotch out of instinct. “Because asking him out would be… unprofessional. I couldn’t-” he was cut off before he could finish.

“Righhhtttttt, yeah. Unprofessional. Mhm.” Invisigal nodded her head mockingly. “Unlike what you’re doing now of course which is super professional.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “Just admit I was right. Admit that you’re a weird horny perv that just wanted to be inside Phenomaman’s body.” Once again she displayed her ability to throw such accusations in a way that still felt banterous.

“Fine. Yes.” Robert mumbled. “I’ve had a crush on him for years. I kept it buried for the sake of professionalism. I convinced myself I was only doing this to help him but…” He looked down at the mess he’d made. “I just wanted to feel him so badly.”

Invisigal threw her hands up in the air mockingly. “See!? Was it that hard to just admit it?” It was clear she was getting far too much satisfaction out of this.

“Can you please go now…” Robert asked, sounding defeated.

“Sure whatever. Just make sure you clean up every last drop of man juice you so expertly spilled. Wouldn’t want the real Phenomaman to find out about the extra curricular activities you’ve been getting up to in his body, right?” She teased him as she made her way towards the exit to the lab. Just as she made it to the door however, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him one last time. “Also just fyi, I’m totally fingering myself to this tonight.” She didn’t even give Robert a chance to respond before strolling out, the door sliding shut behind her.

With that Robert was left standing there alone. Dripping with cum. Frozen with embarrassment until he was finally able to dig up the strength to start cleaning himself up.

———

A few more months had passed. Over that time Robert had possessed Katon-Ur’s body again and again as he practiced further control over it and its abilities. He’d eventually been able to get his strength in check to the point where he wasn’t scared to touch other people anymore out of fear of hurting them. He’d also made sure to practice his flight skills just as much until lifting off the ground felt natural to him.

With the basics mastered, Robert had moved on to some slightly more advanced stuff. Such as going outside to fly around in the sky above the SDN building instead. Testing his speed and altitude carefully. And when he wasn't flying around, he found himself practising his combat skills in one of the many training dojos around the building. The next step to mastering his strength would be to do so in the context of a battle. It was one thing to restrain himself when picking up a pen or grabbing a door handle but it was something else entirely to be able to restrain himself when winding up for a punch or a kick. In that sense it was less about just suppressing his power and more about knowing just how much of it to use in any given situation. Needless to say, many many training dummies were obliterated.

Eventually though, after a ton of dedication to learning Phenomaman’s body in and out, Robert had finally grown accustomed to it. Flight began to feel natural. His strength had become much easier to handle. He’d even somewhat gotten used to sounding like Phenomaman’s inspirational self when interacting with people around and outside the building. Yet despite how normal this hulking form was beginning to feel, the novelty of it all still hadn’t worn off. Everytime Robert put on that helmet, he still felt the same buzz of excitement and anticipation knowing that he was going to open his eyes and look down to see those glorious arms and pecs he adored so much.

Now had he remained appropriate in that time?… No. No he had not. After that first mind blowing experience he got to have with Katon-Ur’s super-sized cock, Pandora's box had opened. There was no going back from that. Robert somehow managed to justify it now as payment for all the help he was about to give Phenomaman even if he knew that wasn’t really true. As such he’d made it a ritual now to slip some time in between his training to jerk off and empty those dumb himbo balls. Always spilling what felt like a bucket load of cum after generous amounts of self worship. But he was always careful now, especially after the first time. For a start he always made sure that he locked the door. Secondly he was a lot more careful as to not completely cover himself in jizz. And lastly he was very efficient in cleaning up afterwards, especially once he’d gotten a handle on Katon-Ur’s super speed. He must’ve masturbated almost every time he possessed that body so it was fairly impressive how Katon-Ur was still none the wiser to his body being used and objectified.

It was only once Robert was truly confident in his skill and ability with Phenomaman’s body did he finally let the executives at SDN know about his project. He explained everything he’d been working on and how much more of an asset he could turn Phenomaman into. Clarifying how he could eliminate almost all of Phenomaman’s shortcomings while still being able to utilise his many strengths. Meanwhile the real Phenomaman would continue to work on himself until he was ready to take back the reigns. He even explained how Phenomaman himself was on board with the whole thing and that they’d been testing the finished product for months now. It sounded like a damn good deal and the suited men at the top seemed to agree. There was no denying that Phenomaman was the living definition of a power house but his simple mindedness made him a liability half the time. But with an intelligent and reliable mind behind all that brawn, he was bound to become one of the greatest heroes this planet had ever seen. They gave Robert permission to head out into the field using Phenomaman’s body as soon as they found a replacement to work his desk back in the office. Even going as far to promise not to fire Phenomaman until they’d had a chance to really give this thing a go.

“Robert… That is wonderful news! I almost cannot believe it.” Phenomaman had said when Robert told him how it went down. “You may have saved my career as a hero. I cannot thank you enough.”

Robert shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Helping you is its own reward.” He’d answered innocently.

“You must at the very least allow me to make love to you.” Phenomaman added, already closing the gap between them as he held his arms out wide.

Robert pretended to refuse but in reality he more than welcomed the embrace. Getting all wrapped up in those enormous bulging muscles felt almost as good as being the one controlling them. And to top it all off, his nose found itself perfectly lodged underneath one of Katon-Ur’s arms where he got the perfect opportunity to breathe in some of that musk. He must've sniffed those pits thousands of times of Katon-Ur’s own nose by now but that didn’t make the scent any less tantalising when he got to experience it with his own nose instead.

It was only a couple days after that when SDN gave Robert the green light to go ahead with his first shift as Phenomaman. He was equal parts excited and nervous as he booted up the Neural Link. He’d given Katon-Ur a nod, prompting the alien to turn on his receiver, and before he knew it he was back in the body he loved so much.

After that Robert strolled out of the lab and made his way up to the dispatching floor of the building just as the rest of the Z-Team were beginning to arrive and clock in for their shift. Robert greeted each of them with Phenomaman’s trademark smile which as per usual was met by a mixed response from the group of reformed villains. Yet none of them seemed to notice the difference. They all thought he was the real Phenomaman and that alone had Robert struggling to keep his cock from getting excited. He was even able to pass off the small receiver he was wearing as a “trendy Earth accessory” which was honestly pretty accurate to something Phenomaman would’ve said. Of course that didn’t work on Invisgal. She knew exactly what it was. As such she narrowed her eyes at Robert with an amused smirk, knowing damn well it was him inside there. But kept her mouth shut nonetheless.

Once everyone had arrived, they turned on their comms. The voice that spoke on the other end was that of a grizzled older man named Frank. Robert had seen him around the office a few times. Huge lumberjack of a man with a hefty midsection and covered with hair. He explained that he’d be taking over for Robert until he finished work on an unspecified project. Naturally this sparked a bit of uproar from the team. It was sort of sweet for Robert to hear just how much they all preferred him over any other dispatcher. And of course when Frank said he didn’t know any details as to Robert’s absence, that sparked a whole wildfire of theories amongst the team as to what he was getting up to. Some were genuine guesses while others were clearly just making shit up for giggles.

“What do you think little Robby is getting up to P-Man?” Prism asked over the comms shortly after she’d been sent on the first dispatch of the day. Though it was only to run a few errands uptown alongside Flamebae.

Robert stuttered for a moment. “I uhmm… I couldn’t say. I am no more informed than any of you… fellow heroes.” He said, trying to keep his impression airtight.

“Really?” Invisgal’s voice crackled through the tiny communicator. “You sure Robert didn’t say anything to you? I thought the two of you were pretty tight nowadays.” He said in a way that only Robert could tell was teasing.

“Yes. I’m sure Courtney.”

“Courtney huh? First time you’ve ever called me that. Didn’t realise we were that close.”

Robert almost choked. “O-oh I j-just… I thought using our first names every now and then might uhmmm- bring us closer together. As a team…”

“I think I’ll stick to Invisgal when we’re on the clock. Or Invisbitch. Take your pick.”

“Right. Apologies Invisgal.” Robert grumbled, chewing on his bottom lip slightly.

The line was silent for a long moment until…

“I’m not the only one who thought that was really fuckin weird right?” Punch-Up chirped.

“Phenomaman is always weird.” Coupé was quick to add.

Before anyone else had a chance to respond, Frank cut them off. “Alright all of you shut your traps. A few calls just came in about a bomb threat over at cinemaworld in the southwest district. The civilians are trapped inside the building after what looks like a hacker attack on the security system. We’re trying to override it but in the meantime I need some of you to head over there and help evacuate the place. Phenomaman, you’re the fastest here. Fly yourself and Melavola over there as quickly as you can.”

Robert stood at attention as the instructions came through loud and clear. He wasn’t used to being on this end of the dispatching. Even before when he was Mecha-Man full time, he usually did things solo. “I’m on it!” He said enthusiastically before swooping Melavola up in his arms and flying out of the SDN call centre.

As soon as they arrived, Melavola opened up a portal that took both her and Robert inside the building where they split up to look for civilians. This kind of work obviously wasn't new. He’d been a hero for many years. Saving lives. Fighting villains. Keeping the peace. Robert had been through it all. But he had to admit, there was something different about the feeling of saving people with own two hands. Before he’d always been operating a huge metal suit. There was always a barrier between himself and the people he was rescuing. But now it felt different. Personal even. He could actually see the way their faces would soften with relief the moment he offered his hand. He didn’t need any augments or tools with this body. He just needed himself. And that was the most empowering thing he’d ever known.

Once they were confident everyone was out, Frank instructed them to leave the rest to the bomb squad and return to SDN. But Robert refused. While flying around his enhanced hearing had caught what sounded like a faint unusual ticking. It could’ve been anything but something about it stood out to him. So much so that he found himself flying around the building again until he located the source. And he was right. There, hidden inside one of the walls, was a massive bomb. It was an insidious looking thing with wires sticking out from all angles while an ominous red light blinked in the centre.

“Phenomaman! What are you doing!?” Frank bellowed down the comms. “You don’t have the expertise to deal with that thing. You’ll send the whole building sky high!”

Robert’s eyes darted over the bomb. Whoever made it had deliberately constructed it to look confusing to the untrained eye. The real Phenomaman wouldn’t have had the slightest idea what to do. Robert however had years of experience under his belt with this kind of thing.

“Do not worry Frank. The building is empty besides myself.” Robert responded. “I think I can do it. I have been studying up on this kind of thing recently.” He added. Not a complete lie, all things considered.

“Hohooooohh shit. That place is about to go up in flames.” Prism chortled as she and the rest of the team listened in.

Frank continued to shout at Robert to leave the bomb alone but the hero had no intention of doing so. How could he pass up a golden opportunity like this at the start of his first shift? He knew that if he could successfully diffuse this thing on his own then it would prove the worth behind his project. Showing the suits at SDN some real evidence that his mind in Phenomaman’s body could be a home run for them and everyone else.

He listened as most of the Z-team egged him on, expecting him to fuck it up. Had he not been borderline indestructible it might’ve sounded insensitive. Regardless he found himself carefully opening up the bomb to get a better look at where all the wires connected on the inside. Slowly but surely he began pulling on a few of them while messing around with the control board. There were a few close calls where he almost pressed or pulled the wrong thing due to his thick sausage fingers but in the end he was able to grin triumphantly as the flashing red light powered itself down, rendering the bomb inactive.

“There. The threat has been neutralised.” He claimed.

Sonar’s voice was the first Robert heard. “I-Is he being serious? Did he actually just diffuse a bomb?”

“No fuckin way lad…” Punch-Up added shortly after. “The thing had to be a dud.”

The team debated over the validity of Robert’s success while he stood there, hands on hips and proud as hell. It was his first outing and already he’d managed to do something the real Phenomaman couldn’t have. So far so good.

“Well uhm… good job Phenomaman. Sorry I doubted you.” Frank said, just as stunned as everyone else. Maybe more so. “Just don’t make a habit out of ignoring what I tell you to do.” He continued in an effort to regain a sense of authority.

The rest of the morning shift went very smoothly with Robert being assigned missions that were mostly mediocre. Things like people calling in about minor inconveniences or the odd thievery here and there. Pretty standard stuff for superhero duty. It wasn’t long before Lunch break rolled around for the Z-Team where most of them ended up gathering in the break room to interrogate Phenomaman about the bomb diffusal. Robert tried to act as nonchalant about it as he could. Just saying that all the classes he’d been taking must finally be starting to pay off. An excuse that they were all forced to accept as it was the only thing that made even a whisper of sense. That or they assumed he just got lucky.

When they headed back out for the afternoon shift, it was much of the same. Easy saves and basic tasks. All up until he got the chance to stop a bank heist. The criminals barely stepped foot out the bank before Robert intercepted them. Descending from the sky and disarming them before they even had a chance to shoot. It seems one of them had heard of Phenomaman’s weakness to being easily manipulated as they tried a similar tactic to what’d worked on Phenomaman in the past. Spinning some sob story that the real Phenomaman no doubt would’ve believed. But not Robert. He saw straight through the lies and made sure not a single one of the criminals got away before the police showed up to take them away. After which he found himself getting flocked by fans who were more than eager to show their appreciation and adoration towards him. Something that seemed to be a common theme throughout the day.

As the shift went by however, Robert couldn’t help but start to feel a little pent up. As he was flying over the city at one point, he could feel his dick beginning to twitch involuntarily. As much as he loved giving this body all the attention it deserved, he couldn’t afford to let himself get distracted on a day like today. Not while on duty anyway. That said he was supposed to dip into that bathroom on his lunch break and have a quick jerk in there to satisfy his urges but he never got the chance. And now, after the rush or having put a stop to an illegal wrestling tournament funded by villains all on his own, he found himself fighting back an erection rather unsuccessfully.

When flaccid, Katon-Ur’s cock was rather pleasant. It only created a modest bulge appropriate enough for when he was out and about wearing this fabulous hero costume. But as soon as he started to get hard, things would inevitably take a turn for the worse. His dick would grow too huge to hide and create a bulging tent that would no doubt turn heads for all the wrong reasons. To say something like that would probably tarnish both his and Phenomaman’s image was probably rather accurate. And yet despite having full control over his strength, he still couldn’t control his cock.

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Before long Robert found himself switching off his communicator before dropping down into his small discreet alleyway with nobody around. Though even after landing, he still looked both ways before undoing his belt and tugging down the lower half of his suit. His ever stiffening cock sprung out with a heavy -thwack- as it slapped against his abs before standing up tall and straight. Robert wasted no time in wrapping one of his meaty stands around the shaft and getting to work. Starting with a slow and steady pump that would gradually get more and more intense. All the while he used his free hand to start grabbing at his ass. Not just his bubbly cheeks though. His fingers were just as eager to explore the hole between them. Circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing a single finger inside. The mere act had him groaning in ecstasy and bucking his hips both to the rhythm of him fingering himself and the ever increasing pace of his wanking. Surely by now it goes without saying that the alleyway received a fresh coating a white paint soon thereafter.

As soon as he looked presentable again, Robert switched his communicator back and claimed he’d turned it off by mistake. A flimsy excuse but they bought it. He wasn’t gone for too long anyway. As such Frank only gave him a light slap on the wrist before sending him on a new mission that’d come in moments ago.

The remainder of the shift went even smoother than Robert could have hoped. He completed almost every assignment he was given with utmost satisfaction and little to no fuckups. Proving himself time and time again until the rest of the team was almost starting to get a little irritated by how incredibly well he was doing today. Usually they’d have fun calling him a dumbass for all the stupid little mistakes Phenomaman would make. But now with Robert in control he was by far the most efficient member of the team. So much so that Robert began to wonder if he should dial it back a little just so he didn't raise too much suspicion.

When everyone clocked off for the day, Robert was given a round of begrudging applause from the rest of the team. The likes of which he received humbly.

Shortly after they suggested heading down to the superhero bar like usual but Robert said he had some business he had to take care of. When he was asked what about, the most Phenomaman response he could think of was that he was making plans for his Magic The Gathering club. An excuse nobody bothered to question.

Of course Robert was really actually back to the lab where his real body sat waiting for him to return. Slumped in the chair with the neural link whirring away on its head. Looking so skinny and pathetic in comparison to the body he was inhabiting now. Even after all these months, it never got any easier to give up all this muscle. If anything he’d only become more hesitant. Finding himself procrastinating for as long as he could just to spend a little longer inside this ginormous muscle bound frame.

He so badly wanted to stay. So… soooo badly. Especially after today where he’d spent the longest amount of time inside of it at once. He could practically feel his muscles twitching on their own as if they were pleading him to stay too. So much so that he found himself bouncing his pecs a little and worshipping the sharp features of his face as he imagined what it might feel like to keep it all forever. What if he could just… take it. Clearly the body itself wanted him too. Clearly it preferred him over its proper owner. That was permission enough right?

Begrudgingly, Robert had to do what was right. He ended the transfer and acted none the wiser to the fantasy he’d been having when Katon-Ur came back around. He told the dumb alien about how the shift had been a resounding success and that soon enough everyone would see what an invaluable part of the team he was. Katon-Ur was over the moon. All the while Robert couldn’t help feeling a little guilty for how badly he still wanted to be inside that body.

———

A dozen more weeks passed by in the blink of an eye once Robert had begun to fill the role of Phenomaman. In that time he’d taken over almost every shift from Katon-Ur and had gained even more perfected control over the body. As such he’d been able to cement himself as a superior version of Phenomaman. He’d gotten past the awkward stage of having to pretend he was somewhere in between smart and dumb as to not raise too many eyebrows and was now confidently displaying his intelligence. It marked quite the change in how Phenomaman was viewed by other heroes, the public and even SDN itself.

For a start the heroes had gained a greater respect for him. Of course many were always impressed by his strength but his tendency to act like a lovable but brainless idiot had left him as the butt of the joke time and time again. Not anymore though. If anything a lot of the high end professionals deeply admired the hard work he’d seemingly put in. Along with this growth, SDN had become more comfortable putting Phenomaman front and centre with a lot of their advertising again. They’d pulled back on it a little over the last year but since Robert had polished off Phenomaman’s image, that handsome face had begun popping up everywhere again. Billboards, posters, social media. You name it! He was quickly becoming even more of a golden boy now than he ever was before. Not to mention his already huge fanbase had exploded to the point where Phenomaman stan accounts were becoming commonplace on most platforms.

As such Robert had been offered a transfer off the Z-Team and back onto what the company called ‘a real superhero team’. He briefly considered it but he found himself turning down the offer. After all they’d been through, he couldn’t leave behind his team of surprisingly awesome rejects. When the Z-Team eventually found out that he’d rejected a transfer, they too gained a newfound respect for him. Loyalty and such.

Somehow Robert had managed to turn the rockiest part of Phenomaman’s entire career into a new golden age. He tried to be humble about it but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying all the love and fanfare. It was more than he’d ever received as Mecha-Man. So much so that it’d managed to deepen his love for this body and persona even more. Making him even more addicted to the point where he’d started to loathe his real body.

He hated looking in the mirror and not seeing Katon-Ur’s dreamy face. He hated how dull the world seemed through his human eyes. He hated moving his arms and not feeling the subtle flex of Katon-Ur’s thick biceps. He hated having a flat ass instead of Katon-Ur’s massive juicy cheeks. And most of all, he hated how pathetic his erections felt when he didn’t have that monstrous cock between his legs. Being himself was just underwhelming to say the least. Embarrassing even. Every time Robert was back in his own skin now, he felt out of place. By contrast Katon-Ur’s body only felt more and more like home. Needless to say, his fantasies about staying this way forever had persisted. He felt bad for thinking it but he couldn’t imagine permanently going back to his old way of life now that he’d experienced all this. How could he?

Unfortunately Robert would be hit around the head with the hard reality that the dream he’d been living might be coming to an end even sooner than he thought. It was hard to believe but Katon-Ur had actually begun to make some surprising progress in his studies in between Robert taking over his body. He was rapidly starting to adapt to human culture in a way he’d struggled to previously and his comprehension skills had begun to improve quite dramatically. Robert wasn’t sure how Katon-Ur had suddenly made so much progress. Perhaps sharing a brain with Robert’s far more intelligent mind had rubbed off on Katon-Ur somehow? Either way, this realization made it clear that pretty soon Katon-Ur would be ready to take back control in the field. Robert’s assistance would no longer be required and by result Robert would no longer get to possess the infallible hunky body he’d begun to value greatly over his own.

Seeing the joy on the alien’s mustached face as he explained how well he’d been doing was bittersweet. One one hand, he was happy for Katon-Ur. They were still close friends after all and Robert genuinely did want the best for him even if his own perverted fantasies tended to cloud his mind whenever it came to Katon-Ur. On the other hand however, he didn’t want to stop. Giving back control to the real Phenomaman meant never getting to experience that body again. Sure he could ask Katon-Ur out on a date and if he was lucky the space hero might even say yes. But dating him would never be the same as actually being him. Kissing him would never bring the same amount of satisfaction as actually reaching up to touch those lips and caress that beautiful mustache. Sucking that enormous cock would never feel as good as using it to bust a fat nut. Nothing was ever going to compare.

But the inevitable was approaching so the best Robert could do for now was enjoy it while it lasted. Whenever he was inside Phenomaman, he soaked as much of the love from fans as he could. He tried not to take for granted the incredible strength and the ability to fly. But most of all he stopped being shy about worshipping himself.

Whenever he returned to the lab after a shift, it’d become routine for him to take some time to himself where he’d enjoy Katon-Ur’s perfect form before switching off the Neural Link. He wasn’t shy about stripping down and gazing at himself in the new conveniently placed mirror. Using his eyes to track along every contour and detail of his hulking form and making sure to commit all of it to memory. And if his eyes didn’t get too distracted by the bulge of his biceps or the curve of his ass then they would find themselves locked onto his face. Staring deep into his own dilated pupils as he savoured the fact that he’d owned those beautiful eyes and all the other sharp handsome features that surrounded them.

All the while his cock would no doubt be throbbing at full mast. Bucking so needily between his legs that it’d be impossible to ignore even if he wanted to. By now he’d actually measured it to be a whopping eleven and a half inches, just barely shy of a foot long. Even after all this time, it was still mind boggling how huge it was. Something so obscene that it was practically unusable. And the fact that it was only about three inches soft made knowing the kind of beast it could grow into even hotter.

Ordinarily he would just jerk himself off like a mad man while groping his huge muscle tits until he blew a phenomenal load all over the mirror. Now though, he’d started setting up a camera to record his self worship and to capture himself acting like a horny animal while using Katon-Ur’s body. Actively showing off to the camera while he did. Sometimes acting like Phenomaman and other times just acting like a big dumb cocky jock with cum for brains. Mostly so he could have an archive to look back on and jerk off to once the experiment finally came to end.

Once he was done, Robert would get one of his new cleaning robots to wipe away any of the mess Katon-Ur’s virile cock had left behind. As it did he’d dress himself back in the hero suit as if nothing had happened. Then once he deemed himself inconspicuous enough, he’d deactivate the Neural Link receiver. The most Katon-Ur had ever noticed was how sweaty he felt sometimes when he woke up. Something Robert had always been able to pass off as him simply working his ass off to make Katon-Ur look as good as possible out there. Despite his growing intelligence, Katon-Ur was still as gullible as ever when it came to the man he now considered to be his best friend.

“I do not think I will ever be able to repay the debt I owe you Robert. I wish there was more I could do to thank you.” Katon-Ur had said one day shortly after finding out about an award Robert had received on his behalf. “I do not deserve all the charity you have bestowed upon me.”

“I’ve told you before, big guy. Don't worry about it. If anything I should be thanking you for trusting me to go out there with your power.” Robert said while wrapping an arm around Katon-Ur’s waist. “I already feel like I’ve done more good as Phenomaman than I ever did being Mecha-Man. I’m actually a little bummed that I might not have to fill in for much longer. Your body really is incredible…” Those last words were laced with an undertone of lust that Katon-Ur was too oblivious to pick up on.

In the past Katon-Ur might’ve mistook the compliment as bullying towards his appearance. But over the last few months Robert had really helped Katon-Ur to realise that the mass majority of people, Robert included, were being genuine when they said good things about his body and the way he looked. As such, Katon-Ur couldn’t help but blush a little. “Awww… T-Thank you Robert. That means a lot to hear.”

“Now. How about you show that new Magic The Gathering deck you’ve been working on.”

Katon-Ur’s eyes lit up immediately as he pulled Robert along excitedly towards the exit of the lab, eager to take Robert back to his place so they could play.

———

The day Robert had been dreading had been drawing ever near. That couldn’t have been clearer when Katon-Ur had insisted that he start taking on some of his own shifts again instead of Robert filling in. He was more confident than ever in himself and wanted to prove as much by heading out into the field and maintaining the new squeaky clean image Robert had built for him. And Robert couldn’t even argue with him. From everything he’d seen, he had to agree that Katon-Ur was more or less ready to take up the mantle of Phenomaman once again. Sure he could’ve tried gaslighting the poor alien but Robert couldn’t bring himself to upset Katon-Ur when he was clearly so proud of himself. Doing so would be like kicking a puppy.

It started with Katon-Ur doing half a shift every couple of days but that quickly went up to full shifts that became more and more frequent. Before long Robert was only doing every other shift and, for the most part, nobody seemed to notice the difference between whether it was him or Katon-Ur controlling that body. As such it pained Robert to finally have to mark a date on the calendar for when his experiment would come to an end. And it was close. Only two weeks from when he marked it. Katon-Ur was of course excited to be standing on his own two feet again but Robert already found himself mourning what he was very soon about to lose. Or so he thought…

About a week before the experiment was supposed to end, Robert hopped into the body of Phenomaman for what would be his third from last time. He’d been savouring it more than ever this last week or so. Both the body and the identity itself. At this point he was just trying to commit as much of the experience to memory as he could while also secretly hoping he could find some excuse later down the line to jump back in every once in a while.

He’d clocked in and turned on his comms alongside the rest of the Z-Team. Frank was still their dispatcher and had been ever since. Somehow the team hadn’t been able to irritate the paunchy bear of a man out of the job yet. Robert must’ve softened them up a little in his time as their dispatcher. A position he’d soon be returning to it seemed. Probably for the best as the weird and wild speculations as to why Robert had seemingly been spending all his time in the downstairs labs over the last few months had only grown.

After a few simple jobs like doing a grocery run for an elderly couple and returning a lost dog to its owner, Frank hit Robert up with an urgent mission. A new villain had appeared over in the east side of the city and had started causing havoc. Robert was nearby enough that he could already hear the commotion when it started and was already on his way to put a stop to it.

It didn’t take long for him to spot the target when he saw streaks of lightning whipping around the streets and buildings, all leading back to one man who would eventually be known as the Electromaniac. Robert would later find out that his power to generate electricity was normally quite weak until he figured out that pumping himself with just the right assortment of drugs would massively amplify his output. Doing so however had also seemed to fry his brain to the point of going on a mindless rampage. Now he was zapping everyone and everything around him. There had already been a mass number of injuries and even a small number of casualties all while every electronic device in a mile radius was going haywire.

Robert knew he had to act fast. Every second wasted could end with another casualty. So without thinking, he flew headfirst at the living embodiment of lightning. Descending fast enough to grab the villain before he had a chance to react. His top priority was to get this freak as far away from civilians as possible. So he powered through an obscene amount of electricity to wrap his beefy arms around the villain before flying them both as high into the sky as possible.

It only took a few moments for them to get above the clouds. During which Robert could feel well over a thousand volts of electricity flowing through his body. An amount like that would’ve killed a regular human instantly but to Phenomaman it wasn’t much more than a tingle. If anything it only energised him as his body’s natural instincts for energy absorption kicked in. His plan was to take Electromaniac so high up that he passed out. Phenomaman’s massively increased lung capacity meant he could hold his breath for an extremely long time and could easily outlast the villain. In theory it was fool proof but in his haste to put a stop to Electromaniac, Robert had overlooked one tiny detail.

The Neural Link receiver.

Though his body might’ve been impervious to the electricity, the receiver in his ear certainly wasn’t. His steady absorption of the energy wasn’t enough to immediately cancel out all those volts of electricity folding around them in a sparkling ball of light. He hadn’t had enough time to master that ability yet and as such, the receiver began to short circuit. Robert didn’t notice until the thing practically exploded in his ear, causing him to wince sharply. It was the closest thing he’d ever felt to pain in this body. It took him a second to realise what had happened but when he did, his eyes widened with shock. How could he have been so careless!?

He thought that seconds from now he would wake up back in his own body and Katon-Ur would find himself in quite the confusing situation in the skies above the city. But as he waited for his senses to dull and for his vision to fade… nothing happened. He felt a little dizzy, nauseous even, but he was still very much in control of Phenomaman’s body. He didn’t understand what was happening or even if the receiver was truly broken. All he knew was that he was still holding on tight to Electromaniac.

Robert flew them both higher and higher until they reached the stratosphere. The freezing temperatures and lack of oxygen caused the lunatic supervillain to fizzle out in a matter of seconds. Robert watched his eyes loll back as the last sparks of electricity evaporated. Only then did he start to descend again, going as fast as he could to make sure Electromaniac didn’t die. Soon after he found himself plummeting past the clouds again and towards the city below.

He slammed back onto solid ground with what could only be described as a superhero landing, the unconscious lunatic now lying motionless in his arms. Shortly after he ended up dropping the other man to the floor as Robert found himself hit with an intense feeling of vertigo. Everything around him began to spin and blur in a way that caused him to stumble to his knees while holding his head in pain. It was as if someone had punched him in the brain. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

It was a miracle he didn’t pass out. Instead he reached up towards his ear where the tiny receiver should’ve been only to find a busted up mess. It didn’t make any sense. Without the receiver he shouldn’t have been able to stay in control of this body. Even with it being destroyed, he’d implemented a fail safe that should’ve been thrown back into his regular human body anyway. Yet he was still very much possessing the body of his favourite hunky hero and friend.

Robert held his head in discomfort as the gears slowly began to turn in his dazed mind. The intense electromagnetic field surrounding them as they flew up into the sky must’ve disrupted the signal connecting Robert’s consciousness to his old body. So when the receiver was destroyed, Robert’s consciousness had no way of returning to his real body. Instead it seems to have just rattled around inside Katon-Ur’s brain a little.

The reality of the situation didn’t really hit him at first. Instead he simply tried to collect himself as he noticed the worried faces of onlookers all around.

“No… no need to worry everyone. You’re safe now!” He shouted as best he could while slowly pushing himself back up onto his feet. Giving a weary thumbs up before signalling to the police nearby that it was safe to come and apprehend Electromaniac. He took some deep breaths as he watched them slap cuffs on the villain. It was only then that he realised the comms device in his other ear had been destroyed as well, evidenced by the sudden lack of chatter from his teammates and Frank.

Robert tried his best to blink away the dizziness but the more his mind began to clear, the more panicked he found himself becoming. All he knew for certain was that something had gone very very wrong. He was only snapped out of his worried trance when Coupé and Sonar touched down beside him.

“Phenomaman, you alright dude? You look like you’re about to hurl.” Sonar asked, taking a step back just in case he was right.

Coupé folded her arms over her chest. “Your communicator went dead so Frank sent us in case you needed backup.” She glanced over at the unconscious maniac being dragged away into the police van just a few feet away. “Clearly not.”

“What did he do to you man? I’ve never seen you this shaken up before.” Sonar leaned over to pat Robert on the back while still being cautious to stay outside of the potential splash zone.

Robert shook his head. “I-I uhmmm… I think it was just ahhhh…” He squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “All that electricity… It rattled me a little. I guess.” He replied, which wasn’t a complete lie.

The three of them flew back to SDN shortly after with Robert trailing a little behind as he fell deep in thought. Once they arrived, Robert was given a new comms device after being checked over by the medical team. It was the first time Phenomaman had ever needed to be checked out but alas they found nothing. Physically, he was completely fine.

So after a quick break, Robert was thrown back into the shift as if nothing had happened. He could’ve requested the day off but in his daze he just agreed to head back out. So that’s what he did. Before long Frank assigned him a new task and off Robert went. Helping out citizens and pretending as if everything was normal. Mostly because a big part of him wanted to believe that it was. Almost like he was in denial about the fact that something had clearly gone awry with his experiment. But as soon as he was finished with hero business, he’d have to confront it.

Of course the day practically flew by after that. Lunch came and went in no time and before long Robert was drifting through the second half of the shift. He put on that signature smile whenever needed and did whatever was needed of him but deep down all he could think about was what he was gonna find out when he got back to the lab later that night. Most of the Z-Team hadn’t noticed the underlying worrying plaguing him. The only one who seemed to catch a whiff of it was Invisgal. She’d asked him if everything was alright and he lied through his teeth with the best inspirational impression of Phenomaman he could muster.

But inevitably the shift came to an end. Everyone clocked out after finishing up their final assignments for the day, Robert included. After that came the walk back down to the lab where on any other day he would spend some time worshipping himself before powering down the Neural Link. This time however, the walk felt unusually long as a daunting cloud loomed over him. Even when he finally reached the door to his lab, Robeet couldn’t help but stand frozen for a good minute or so. Even when he finally went to press the button to open the door, his hand trembled.

Walking inside, everything was as it should be. All his tools and gadgets where they always were. His schematics and notes were still sitting on a workbench off to the side. And across the room was none other than Robert’s human body sitting rather lifeless with the Neural Link still on its head. It wasn’t a new sight and yet something about it felt so ominous now. He didn’t feel the same connection to his old body that he normally felt whenever he looked at it. It was like a separate entity now.

The first thing he did was check the computer and sure enough there were multiple error messages plastered across the screen. All of which prattled off about the connection from the Neural Link to receiver being disrupted and then severed all together soon after. There had been a failed attempt to pull his consciousness back out of Katon-Ur’s body shortly before total loss of connection which was what’d caused the brief dizziness and nausea. And now with the receiver destroyed, there was nothing he could do to rekindle that connection.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck…” Robert grumbled with frustration as he ran his hands through Katon-Ur’s perfect hair. “Damn I knew I should’ve made a backup… Goddamn it!” He had to resist the urge to smash his fist through the computer screen out of pure frustration.

He looked up at his real body again. There was nothing that could wake it up because there was nothing in there to wake up. It was nothing more than an empty shell now. No brain activity beyond the absolute essentials. Everything that made up Robert was now stuck inside Katon-Ur’s brain with no way to get back. Of course that also meant that Katon-Ur’s consciousness was also stuck in a state of hibernation as it remained suppressed underneath Robert’s. And Katon-Ur had no way of knowing.

“Ohhhhhh god…” Robert panicked. “Ohhh god. Ohh fuck. Ohhh Jesus.” It was pretty out of character for him to spiral like this but given the situation it was definitely warranted. “I-I’m stuck. I can’t g-get out. We’re stuck like this!” He exclaimed loudly to himself. The thought of which should’ve been horrifying and for a moment it seemed that way. Never being able to return to your true form was a terrifying fate on paper. But the more Robert let those words roll over him, the less scared he became.

“I’m… stuck.” He repeated to himself, less panicked this time and more monotone as racked it over in his mind. “I’m stuck. In Katon-Ur’s body… Phenomaman’s body.” He went on to confirm with himself. His eyes flickered down at himself, glancing at all the gorgeous muscle he’d come to love so much, before looking back up at his old body. Looking at how weak and pale it seemed by comparison. “And I can’t go back…” his heart seemed to jump a little at those last words. And that’s when it hit him.

Where a terrified frown had sat mere moments ago, the beginnings of a smirk began to form. Because as wrong as it was, the universe had answered his prayers. Robert had never wanted to give up this body and now he’d never have to. He never could because without the receiver to reconnect him to the Neural Link, it was impossible. He was stuck… in the body of his fucking dreams!

That small smirk slowly started to grow until it broke out into a full on smile. Of course there was a huge part of him that felt awful about the fact that the real Katon-Ur was still sitting dormant inside their shared brain but that part was vastly overshadowed by the joy he was feeling. Joy for the fact that he’d never had to give up this body ever again! He’d never have to end the session. He’d never have to dread going back to his old human life. He’d never have to feel small or weak again. He’d never have to stop being Phenomaman!!

Suddenly he began to wonder what the hell he’d been so worried about all day?! This was quite possibly the best news of his entire life. He’d jerked off countless times in Katon-Ur’s body to the fantasy of keeping it and never going back but he never could’ve gone through with it. Not on his own. The guilt would’ve been unbearable. Honestly he’d be lying if there wasn’t a moderate sense of guilt weighing on him right now but at least he knew that it wasn’t his fault. Not intentionally anyway. Perhaps his carelessness was what’d gotten him in this situation but beyond that it was a total accident. He couldn’t really blame himself that much could he?…

Robert turned and looked at himself in the mirror. Katon-Ur stared back at him. Phenomaman. Even though he’d drunk the sight in time after time, it seemed different now. More real somehow.

“I’m… I’m sorry Katon-Ur.” Robert said while trying to keep his smile at bay. He knew Katon-Ur more than likely wouldn’t hear his words but he needed to say them anyway. “I never would’ve intended for something like this to happen but… it looks like I’m gonna have to fill in for a little longer than we planned.” The sides of his mouth were practically trembling as he tried to contain his excitement. But eventually he couldn’t contain himself as he allowed a huge cheesy grin to emerge.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Robert practically ripped off the Phenomaman suit to expose every beautiful inch of the body he now owned for the foreseeable future. He’d worshipped it so many times by now and yet somehow it’d never looked more delicious than it did right now. His biceps were works of art. His legs looked as though they belonged to a greek god. His pecs were downright hypnotic with the way they jiggled under the slightest movement. The same could be said for his enormous globe of an ass. But nothing would ever beat the sight of his gigantic space cock once it stiffened up to its full length.

That evening Robert should’ve been panicked off his feet and trying to find a way to fix this mess. Instead he lost himself like never before in the vast pleasure bestowed upon him by Katon-Ur’s body. Touching it in every way you can imagine. Stimulating every sweet spot. Groping every bit of pliable muscle. Trying not to cum at the sound of his own voice moaning through it all. And of course jerking Katon-Ur’s cock like he never had before. Running his hand rapidly along the powerful length while he allowed his fingers to probe at his asshole slightly. Dancing around the tight ring before finally making the dive and causing his eyes to roll while his mouth hung agape.

“Mmmmpphf… fuuuuuckkk… ohhhh fuuuck…” Robert groaned. “I’m sooooo fuckinnn sorry Katon-Ur… ohhhhh.” He continued to apologise through the endless waves of pleasure. The conflict still brewing within slightly but if anything that only made him hornier. Thinking about Katon-Ur completely oblivious to the fact that he’d had his body stolen, accidentally or otherwise, soon had Robert pumping even more furiously than before. Biting his lip even as he glanced up at the beautiful mustached face staring ask at him, so hot and bothered yet still so immaculate in every way. And now completely and utterly his. The expression only grew hungrier as he dug his fingers even deeper inside that sensitive Phenoma-hole. The feeling of which made him wish there was actual dick in there.

The very thought caused his mind to wander to another fantasy. Of course he knew his dick was probably too big for most people so instead he’d imagined turning into a total bottom in Phenomaman’s body. Putting this fat muscle ass to good work while his giant cock flops uselessly between his legs. All while being told it was too big to be good for anything. The idea of it still sent shivers down his spine. Even more now that he could actually make it a reality.

Soon after Robert gave himself, the mirror and half of the room a hefty redecorating. Spraying an enormous load of thick milky cum in massive jets pumped from his heavy balls. It was absolutely everywhere. By the end he found himself lying on the floor, hot, sweaty and sticky as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

“How the hell am I gonna explain this?…” He wondered to himself while running a hand through his chest hair.

———

Robert wasn’t able to hide the truth of what’d happened for long. Once it became clear to him that there was no short term solution to the situation he’d found himself in, he informed the executives at SDN. Telling them all about how his brief encounter with Electromaniac had compromised the Neural Link receiver, leaving him stranded in Katon-Ur’s body with no way of getting back. When asked if he could make a new receiver, he said it was possible but that it could take a couple weeks at very least. As such they decided to keep all this under wraps for now.

Of course Robert’s real body couldn’t survive on its own for that long, not to mention people would begin to notice his sudden absence. As such the executives would help to spin a story about how ‘Robert’ had been involved in an accident that’d left him in a comatose state. Hooking his vacant body up to life support in a nearby hospital for the time being. During which Robert would be tasked in recreating the receiver.

Robert had agreed. Of course he had. But there was still a massive part of him that wanted to live out this fantasy. That wanted to take this opportunity he’d been graced with and run with it for the rest of his life. He was completely torn.

But in the meantime he had no choice but to continue living the life of the one and only Phenomaman. Going out on hero duty was nothing new by this point. He used everything he’d learned up until now to keep being the best version of Phenomaman he could be. Acing most of his assignments. Keeping the peace. Working effortlessly alongside his teammates. Soaking in all the love and attention he received from civilians with as much grace and humility as possible. All standard stuff by now.

The real difference came when he clocked out at the end of his shift and no longer had to leave this form. He got to head back to Katon-Ur’s place and do whatever the hell he wanted with this dreamy body in his free time. Half the time that includes masturbation is some form or another. Other times it’s going through Katon-Ur’s things and trying on some of his clothes besides the hero costume, loving how well the huge sizes fit him. Or going out on the town with the Z-Team and actually getting to socialise as Katon-Ur outside of being a hero. Enjoying all the simpler things in life and how much better they all seemed from inside this colossal hunk of a body. It was as though life itself was brighter and really worth living in a way he hadn’t known before.

And then of course getting to wake up every day to the welcome surprise of Katon-Ur’s morning wood. Being welcomed every sunrise by the sight of this massive 6’4 frame of bulging muscle was one thing but feeling that familiar throb was something else entirely. It was like an instant reminder to his waking mind that he was inhabiting the body of his deepest desires. He never wasted any time gripping and stroking it lovingly until eventually he was greedily lapping up his own cum.

That said he’d been procrastinating heavily when it came to rebuilding the receiver. He’d begun progress on it but he always found excuses not to work on it as much as he should've. Claiming he was busy with all his responsibilities now as Phenomaman. Saying it was harder to build with Katon-Ur’s large clumsy hands. ‘Accidentally’ making too many plans before or after work and not leaving enough time to work on the device. The excuses truly were endless. Sometimes they were valid but most of the time it was clear that he just didn’t want any of this to end. Especially now that he was getting to spend a prolonged period of time inside the body without any breaks in between. The likes of which had only exacerbated the addiction he already had to this form.

Two weeks soon passed and the high ups at SDN had called on Robert for an update on his progress. In which time, had Robert been focused on the project, he could’ve had the receiver up and running by now. However that certainly wasn't the case now. He’d barely gotten half way! When asked how much longer it was going to take, Robert said he wasn’t sure. Fortunately the executives didn’t seem overly angry with him. More concerned if anything. But either way they asked him to keep them in the loop so that they could discreetly transfer Robert’s human body back to the labs when he was ready to reverse the possession.

As one could probably guess by now, progress on the device didn’t get any quicker after that. If anything it only got slower as Robert found more and more reasons to procrastinate. Getting lost in his borrowed life in an effort to forget about the fact that he’d eventually have to go back to who he was before. Initially this included simple indulgence in all the opportunities that opened up to him as Phenomaman. This included starring in an advert, going on a late night talk show, making a surprise appearance at a Phenomaman fan club and even hosting the Magic The Gathering club at SDN that Katon-Ur had started up. Most of which were things he could’ve done back when he was Mecha-Man but never allowed himself to. Telling himself that all of that was a distraction from the job. But after telling himself that these were the kinds of things Phenomaman would’ve done, he opened himself up to them. And now he loved it!

But if anything the biggest distraction from his progress on the receiver had to be the countless men he had over at Katon-Ur’s place. The first time had been only a week after getting stuck in this body. After tons of fantasising about getting fucked, he found himself wandering into a gay bar late one night. Of course it wasn’t long before other gay men started to swarm around him. Offering him drinks and giving flirty compliments in regards to the tight clothes he’d decided to wear. The fact that most of them recognised him as Phenomaman certainly helped but even those that didn’t clock it still threw themselves at him anyway purely for his massive gorgeous body.

There was no doubt in his mind that Robert could’ve taken over half the bar home with him that night but he settled on a single man named Oscar. He was a short beefcake of a man standing at around 5’7 but still stacked with thick hairy muscle. He had a nice thick beard and doughy brown eyes that Robert found himself getting lost in. The height difference alone was enough to make Robert wanna scoop Oscar up in his arms and whisk him away. So that’s exactly what he did. After finishing their drinks, Robert flew Oscar back to his place where things quickly began to heat up.

They ripped off each other's clothes as soon as they made it in the door. By which point Robert had already started to get noticeably excited and Oscar was shocked when he looked down to see the intimidating weapon of a cock he was competing with.

“Holy shit! It's massive!” Oscar exclaimed as his own respectable six incher bobbed nervously next to Robert’s enormous eleven inch plus. “I uhmm… I don’t think that’s gonna fit.” He admitted as he reached down and gently touched the behemoth

Robert smiled before leaning in and planting a firm kiss against Oscar’s lips. “It doesn’t need to.” He said simply before gently taking Oscar’s hand and guiding it back towards Katon-Ur’s thick muscle ass. Oscar swiftly got the hint and soon began squeezing and groping that ass for all it was worth as they slowly moved towards the bedroom.

Shortly after both of their dreams were coming true as Robert crawled onto the bed, presenting the bubbly ass and hungry hole of Phenomaman while his massive cock and balls hung heavily below. Oscar didn’t waste any time eating him out. Digging his face and tongue between those superhero cheeks with more passion than he’d had for anything in his entire life. And when he finally pressed his dick inside, they couldn’t help filling the room with a symphony of deep masculine groans. Oscar’s balls slapping hard against Robert’s taint as Katon-Ur’s ass got fucked for the very first time. And every second of it was pure bliss. It wasn’t long before Robert was practically seeing stars from how good it felt. Better than he ever imagined sex could feel thanks to Katon-Ur’s enhanced senses. All the while his own giant cock flopped and bounced with every thrust, hard as a steel rod. He was overtaken by overwhelming ecstasy until Robert found himself busting a massive hands free loas. A scene that was shortly followed by Oscar breeding him nice and deep.

“Let’s go again.” Oscar begged only fifteen minutes later. The two laid naked atop the bedsheets in the afterglow of their first round but it was clear by their returning erections that they both wanted more. “But this time, put your costume on. I wanna see Phenomaman sucking my cock.

Robert grinned. “Your wish is my command.” He responded cheekily before getting out of bed to retrieve his hero costume from the closet.

After that night Robert had been fucked countless other men, including a few more times by Oscar. So much so that by around the third or fourth weeks of him being stuck as Katon-Ur, public rumours began to spread about his sexuality. He wasn’t planning to say anything at first but when he was asked in an interview about how he identified, it just sort of came out. Keeping his best Phenomaman impression, he explained how he’d grown to enjoy the company of other human males more than he anticipated. As such he was then labelled by the public as a gay icon and a pillar for gay men everywhere to look up to. This of course went mega viral online with all of his gay fans becoming even more feral than they already were at the thought of their favourite hunky alien hero having sex with other hot men. He couldn’t blame them one bit for that.

To say Robert had altered the image of Phenomaman would be an understatement. If the real Katon-Ur could see how Robert had changed things in such a short period of time, he’d certainly be confused. But none of it was particularly bad. If anything he was only growing more popular by the day. For the strongest hero on the planet to come out as gay had done wonders in terms of acceptance towards the LGBT community. He’d already been invited to attend multiple LGBT events around the world, most of which he was planning to attend if he could. And beyond that he’d only become more respected for all the good that he does and continues to do.

As such he’d been left with less and less time for the receiver. He still worked on it occasionally though. He’d never went back on his word to rebuild it and eventually undo all this. And after about five months of living life as Phenomaman, Robert finally finished. The receiver had finally been rebuilt and after a few tests it seemed capable of synchronising with the Neural Link just as well as the original. Of course he wasn’t all that excited since he knew this meant the best time of his life was coming to an end. But he supposed this dream couldn’t last forever…

Or so he thought.

Before going ahead with having his old body transferred back to the lab, Robert thought it was best to run some routine procedures on Katon-Ur’s body and brain first. Just to check everything was in order. He didn’t expect anything to be wrong of course. He was only doing it to delay what he thought was inevitable. Except… he did find something. When scanning his brain specifically, he found that something quite peculiar had begun to happen.

Katon-Ur’s mind was no longer a separate entity. It should’ve been suppressed into the deeper parts of his brain but somehow it’d bubbled back up and started to attach itself to Robert’s mind. He wasn’t sure how the hell it’d happened but he could only assume it had to do with the extended period of time he’d spent inside this body. Sharing a brain for so long must’ve caused their individual brainwaves to merge and overlap. It wasn’t something Robert had never considered possible but then again he didn’t design the Neural Link with the intention of staying in a different body any longer than twenty four hours. He’d never considered what the possible side effects could be after staying inside Katon-Ur for months on end. And here they were.

Suddenly a few little things he’d noticed about himself over the last few months started to make a lot more sense. Like his sudden affinity for puppies and card games. He’d become a lot more fond of space itself and had even found flying out to the moon like Katon-Ur occasionally when he needed to wind down and chill. He’d caught himself thinking about Katon-Ur’s home planet Urgot-52dc a lot recently too. He thought he’d just been doing a good job at immersing himself in his role as Phenomaman. But perhaps those thoughts and feelings were part due to Katon-Ur’s slumbering mind bleeding through into his own. It would make sense.

After running some more tests on himself, one thing became clear. The Neural Link wouldn’t be able to separate them anymore. In theory Robert could still use the new receiver to send his consciousness back into his own body however it would more than likely drag Katon-Ur’s consciousness along with it. Meaning both Robert and Katon-Ur’s suppressed mind would end up in Robert’s human body while the body of Phenomaman would be left vacant and lifeless. And that was if it went well. The alternative was that their minds would be violently ripped apart instead.

Robert explained all this to the executives at SDN. Telling them of the complications and what an attempted reversal would likely entail. So they were all left with a choice. Either they risk trying to send Robert back to his own body and lose the greatest hero the world has ever seen. Or they leave things the way they are. Let Robert’s old body die and allow him to live on as Phenomaman where he could continue to do good.

It wasn’t a hard decision.

A few days later, Robert's old human body was taken off life support after being officially declared brain dead. Of course everyone on the Z-Team as well as all the other heroes and staff at SDN were distraught to hear the news. Even the rest of the world began to mourn his apparent death when it was announced that Mecha-Man had passed away. As such a funeral service was held privately for those who knew Robert while a wider memorial was held for him as the hero Mecha-Man.

To say it was strange for him to attend his own funeral would be an understatement. Robert had shown up in a black suit alongside all his other friends while they paid their respects to him. All the while having no idea that Robert was actually standing beside them the whole time. Alive and well inside Katon-Ur. But strangely, it was exactly what he needed. In a very morbid kind of way, going up and saying goodbye helped him to let go of his former identity. It wasn’t easy but after the service was over, he felt lighter. Relieved even.

After that was when the new reality really began to set in. Who Robert used to be was gone. He was Phenomaman now. Truly and forever. And he was going to live his new life to the absolute fullest.

———

Years later.

Katon-Ur arrived home after a long day. In his arms was his date for the night, another handsome man he’d met and was more than eager to have some fun with. By now it was a little known fact that, beyond just being gay, Phenomaman was quite the slut. Having slept with at least half the gay men in the city over the last couple of years, rumours about his frequent sexual endeavours had begun to spread quietly. Not that it ever harmed his reputation. He’d received a few questions about it and he’d always say that he doesn’t like to kiss and tell but that he wasn’t embarrassed to admit how he had an active private life. The fact that he didn’t try to hide it while also remaining dignified about the subject only seemed to garner him more respect in an odd turnabout way. Though that might’ve been part due to the fact that a bunch of people loved the thought of him being a bit of a slut behind closed doors.

Overall life had only improved since he’d moved on from his former identity and fully embraced his new self. But it’d changed a lot as well.

For a start the Z-Team had split up for the most part. Mostly because they’d completed the rehabilitation program most of them were on and had earned their titles as actual superheroes. After which Katon-Ur had gone on to be the centre piece of a new hero team. He’d brought a few members of the old Z-Team along with him. Namely Prism, Coupé and Punch-Up. Alongside them were a few other professional heroes including Blonde Blazer, the likes of which Katon-Ur had managed to resolve the tension with after a rather awkward conversation he had with her shortly after he came out as homosexual. But all was well now and their team was seen as one of the greatest their city and even the country as a whole had ever seen.

As for the other Z-Team members, Sonar had left to work on some cryptocurrency scheme that he swears isn’t shady and is going to pave the way for the future. Meanwhile Flambae and Golem left to try their luck at a music career together. Something everyone had told them was a bad idea but somehow it’d worked out shockingly well for them.

And then there was Invisigal. She wanted to keep on being a hero but she didn’t want to be a part of Katon-Ur’s team. Mostly because things got weird between them after she figured out that it was really still Robert inside that hunky shell and that he’d essentially just stolen that entire identity. She’d been chill about it back when it was temporary swaps and secret jerk offs but now it was a whole different level of freaky. She couldn’t wrap her head around it and who could blame her? She promised to keep it to herself as she always did but she couldn’t work alongside him. Instead opting to join a new team in a different city where she seemed to be doing pretty well.

Beyond that however, the world only seemed to be getting brighter. Crime rates had plummeted in the last couple of years while Phenomaman’s popularity only continued to soar. He’d helped front a campaign for more Villains to be allowed into rehabilitation programs in order to turn their lives around and give back to the people much like the Z-Team had. And above all else he stood tall and proud as a pillar of hope.

And now his reward for all that hard work was to get his thick hero ass filled to the brim with cum by his date. Perhaps it was selfish of him to think but the sex and masturbation was honestly still one of the best parts about getting to keep this body. It never got old feeling another man feverishly pound into him while groping at his muscles and burying their face into his huge muscle tits. That or seeing them desperately try to fit even a fraction of his enormous cock in their mouths. The size of which so many men couldnt help but worship shortly before fucking him and leaving it to flop around uselessly like the oversized monster that it was.

Yet despite all the sex was getting, Katon-Ur still found one of his biggest turn ons to be himself. The self worship never really stopped. He’d still stare at himself for a little too long in the mirror. He’d still get hard just from flexing his muscles a little too much or bouncing his pecs. Because deep down he was still that same pervert who was obsessed with this body and he couldn’t help but continue to love himself on a level that was so deep that many would probably consider it creepy. Especially if they saw the way he’d make out with his own reflection sometimes. Eyes locked onto himself as he busted to the sight and feeling of his own body again and again. And not once did it get dull. If anything it only made him wish he had a clone of himself to use for the ultimate self worship.

Maybe he’d have to get back into science and tech at some point to see if such a thing was possible…

Congratulations on making it to the end! I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. God I’ve gotta use Phenomaman again someday. Soooo fuckin hot.

[mergeatrois]

Obsession

I’ve developed a crush on my roommate Aly. I’ve had these feelings for a while now and I just feel hopeless. I’ve tried making a few moves here and there but I don’t think I’m getting through to her. I’d typically lust after the frat boys that attend our school but it’s so different with her. We share so many interests, humor, media and all that, and I’ve never seen a girl as hot as her before. She’s so comfortable with me around that she doesn’t even mind walking around our place in her tight nighttime clothes, it’s so hard to sit still when I see her like that.

I don’t see her running around with guys all that often but when she does I get so jealous. Watching her lock lips with some jock or hearing her getting plowed by some meat-headed frat boy would bounce me off the walls. I’d give anything to be the one on top of her. I only bring this up because she’s been seeing this guy recently. A hunk, of course. She really had a type I guess. I’ve only seen him a few times. He’s big alright. A big, burly 230 pound slab of pure strength. His messy black hair and dark stubbled chin made him look insanely dashing despite his profession and god, his body. His pecs were nice and plump, I just wanted to grab a handful of them and his arms were so fucking huge. His biceps are big and beefy. They looked so big that I think I could hang off them if he flexed hard enough. Aly definitely had a type, but this guy in particular was stunning.

They’ve only had a few dates and me and Aly would talk after each one. I’d try and probe their relationship as much as possible, especially all the sexy details. Fortunately for me, she hasn’t gone all the way with him yet, but the two had really good chemistry together. It was inevitable that they’d fuck, and I’d have to be the one hearing her moans from a distance. I was bummed out. I’d panic whenever she went out to spend time with him. The idea of him smashing her curvy, petite body underneath those muscles drove me mad. I felt cornered, doomed. I couldn’t bear her being with anyone else but me. I’d have to use my powers or else I might just go crazy.

I faked being sick and asked Aly if she could go out and run a few errands for me. She’s so caring so she happy obliged and told me to get some rest while she went out to make a care package for me. A few minutes after she left I jumped up and decided to give her little “boy toy” Max a visit. I walked over to his frat house, a million thoughts ran through my head. “How am I gonna get him alone? What if his body is resistant to my powers? What if I can’t fill his role?” I almost thought about backing out but when my gut started telling me to stop, I found myself already knocking on the front door of his frat house. I almost ditched out, but a jock in a tight t-shirt answered the door. Not Max, but definitely one of his friends. Birds of a feather I guess. “Oh hey Liz, whatcha need?” he said with a smirk, I could see his eyes creeping up and down my body but I did my best to ignore his perverted gaze. “Uh..yeah is Max around?” I say awkwardly, trying to look around the doorway instead of focusing on him. His face seemed to droop in disappointment. He said before saying “Uh, yeah. Max is upstairs. He’s working out pretty hard, he has a match next weekend so he’s training extra hard today. Try not to bother him too much.” He steps aside and invites me in and I cautiously walk into the house. The floor is littered with gym equipment, beer cans, and burned down joints. Typical I guess. I begin walking up the stairs and I can hear a loud grunting coming from one of the rooms.

I walk closer and the grunts progressively get louder and louder, morphing into mighty roars of exhaustion echoed by the clanking of heavy metal. The door is cracked and I stop myself from barging in. I peek into the room slowly and there he was. Max is dressed in a small grey tank top and black gym shorts. His tank was covered in large dark spots of musky sweat and his gigantic arms and pits were bursting from the large arm holes on both of his sides. He was lying down on the bench, doing intense reps with a big iron bar that was covered in giant metal weights. Holy shit, It looked like he could’ve benched two of me. He roared in between reps as he benched the overwhelmingly heavy bar over and over. He was so hyped from the weight that I could even make out his dick bulging hard against his black shorts. Fuck, there’s no more wonder now. Of course Aly was into this guy, he was a total beast. His handsome, masculine face looked red and fatigued and he pumped the bar desperately to finish his last grueling set. I couldn’t sit still again. I began twisting in place as I watched his muscles bulge and thrust out as he bench pressed over and over again. He was really pushing himself hard. With one final shout, he lifted the massive bar high into the air before setting it down on its rest. For a minute he laid there, breathing deeply, trying his hardest to catch his breath. His chest swelled up and pushed the carbon out of his big athletic lungs. God he’s so hot, that tank wasn’t helping either. The way it clung to his chest and squeezed the muscle like skinny, groping fingers made my knees weak. He lied there for a minute. Then another. And another. His arms swung lazily on the sides of the bench and I became a bit worried. I flung open the door and asked “Hey max, you alright?”

No response. He laid there almost motionless but I could still see his chest sucking in and pushing out as he slept on the bench. He was out cold from the workout. His eyes were closed shut and his breaths became less desperate and more rhythmic as time went on. I shook him a bit, trying my best to wake him up, even lightly yelling his name. Nothing worked. This was actually perfect.

Here he was, the 6’2 giant of a man was mine to control, sprawled out and presented to me like a gift from god. I close the door behind me and lock it and begin stripping naked. It felt so strange to be in a strange place nude but I had to get over my insecurity. It almost felt scummy to do this with my crush’s date but it had to be done. I walk up to the bench and pull his shorts off completely. After they’re off, a huge bulging mound is revealed on his crotch. A nice compacted mound, filled with his thick cock. I almost felt the urge to try something but I had to focus on the task at hand. I turned my back to him and laid down on top of his massive, muscle brimmed figure. Admittedly I took so much pleasure from lying on top of his sexy body but I kept my focus. I balanced myself on his muscle covered body and pulling up his briefs. I slip my legs inside, making sure to leave enough space for me to fit in somewhat comfortably. So far so good, until I feel his cock pressed firmly against the back of my thighs as I slide inside. It felt almost wrong and I squirmed a bit in reaction. This was Aly’s date, what a shitty friend touches their friend’s date like this? It’s all for the greater good Liz, just calm down. I take a deep breath and sink lower into the breaths, letting out soft quiet moans as his hard cock slides against my body. His cock is pressing firmly against my ass but I ignore my lustful urges and peel back his tank.

While pulling back his tank I unveiled his shredded abs, They were compact and hard, harder than his dick even. They felt like chiseled stone as my fingers ran across them. God, what a body. I can’t wait til Aly sees me in this. I free enough space in his tank to tuck myself inside and then I feel a wave of vibrations pulsing between our two naked bodies. I begin sinking into him slowly while staying on top of him. I close my eyes shut tightly and push my ass into his crotch fast. It felt so good as his rock hard cock shoved inside of me. It felt like I was cheating on my friend, my crush, but I knew it would all be justified soon enough. I sink deep down into his wide, powerful hips until I can feel his cock twitching as it poked out hard from his body. I could feel his large trunk-like legs as if they were mine. No, they are mine. His cock too. It felt so strange but god, it really did feel good. All the hours of porn I’ve watched couldn’t prepare me for this. My new dick was thick and girthy, I could just tell by the the feeling of it shooting out of my giant waist. It was a nice length and the shaft was covered in pinkish veins. It was nice and girthy too. I never would have thought that having a cock would feel this good. The thoughts running through my mind of pounding Aly’s tight little body made my throbbing pole ache and quiver. “Mmmm Aly, I can’t wait for you to see me like this!” I exclaimed.

A realization came to me and I turn my head up towards Max’s face. I didn’t notice his moans as I merged with his body, no doubt he was feeling the merging pleasures too. His workout was still mega intense, he was still knocked out and winded. Thank god, I could continue without stress. I press my back into his torso. I sunk down into his muscled frame. His cut, rock hard abs pushed against my back. Feeling their tight mass sink into my body felt amazing. That chest of his absorbed me so easily. The merge was almost complete and his brawny chest had nearly swallowed my cute, slender frame. When I get low enough inside of his body, I lean back my head and push into his rough, masculine face. I close my eyes and let the big unconscious hunk absorb the my head and the rest of my torso.

My eyes are still closed but my chest tightens fiercely. It’s so hard to breath. I gasp for air and my chest feels way different than before. My chest feels musclebound and burly. I finally open my eyes and look down my bulging, hair chest. “Holy shit…” I whisper while taking in the view. I gasp in shock and covered my mouth with my new big meaty hands. My voice. It’s so deep now. It scared the shit out of me but in a way, I really liked the way I sounded. I bring down my gigantic mitts for hands so I can get another view at that big, husky chest. Small black hairs run down the length of my barrel-chested frame. I traced the rows of hair down my chest until they disappeared beneath my damp, smelly tank. “Fuck, I feel kind of gross.” I say before grabbing the neck hole of the tank with my right hand and lifting it up. The view was amazing. The dark hairs glistened with sweat as the light shined on them. I traced the glimmering stubble down between my sexy, bunching pecs. I was so excited that my pecs were squeezing together nice and tight, their muscle bunched together so roughly. “So….hot.” I let out a wide cocky smile as I stare at my own amazing figure. I never knew being a stud could feel so good.

I barely noticed before but my athletic musk escaped the tank top as I peeled it off my swollen torso. The smell no longer bothered me, it actually really turned me on, I could feel my monster of a cock struggle to break out of the tight briefs. I take a look at my big muscle covered arms. My guns were thick and powerful. I stared deeply into their overwhelming mass before instinct kicked in. I flexed them nice and hard, letting my veiny muscles become even more defined and prominent. My biceps bulged out and the taut skin that covered them turned a light shade of red as I pushed harder to flex them even more. My hairy armpits became deeper and deeper as I flexed. They were so nice to look at. I never even noticed how hot pits could be on a guy. The way my muscles surrounded my hair covered made them look nice and deep. Their masculine physique made my cock uncontrollable. “I should really get going before someone sees me. I should really….” My thoughts stop dead in their tracks. I can’t rip my gaze away from my muscular cannons. I became curious and grabbed the middle of the bar hovering over my chiseled face. I grab it hesitantly, feeling unsure of my ability, but the urge to lift was coursing through me. My herculean chest because heavy with anticipation and I finally lift the bar from the rack and start pumping the bar up and down.

Holy fuck, I’m doing it! I can’t mutter the words, the heavy bar is taking all my concentration. Max really fucking stacked this thing before training. The first person view of my iron pumping athletic body was to die for. My biceps bulged and poked out of my arms as I thrusted the heavy bar into the air with loud monstrous grunts. The bar was heavy, almost too heavy, but my reps became steady and rhythmic as I benched over and over. I got so used to the workout that I let out quiet “fuck yeahs” as I heaved the bar up and down. A surge of stress and power coursed through my new strapping bod. It made my skin tingle, and the muscle in my chest began to ripple as I pumped the heavy iron. It made my dick the hardest I’ve ever seen. I put the bar back on its rest before I completely exhaust myself like Max had done when I found him. I breath deeply, and slowly run my giant hands around my brawny chest, rubbing the beads of sweat into my soaked, coated pecs. I lift my tank again to look at their nice, oiled texture. Fuck yes! I look down, past my rippling chest and tight abs to take a gander at my bulge. It was nice and big, filled with my throbbing girthy member.

I slowly reach my hands down to touch the monster, but before I get the chance to finally stroke my new play toy, I hear a knock on the door. Fuck, just when I was getting to the good part. “Y-yeah just a sec!” I bellow nervously as I pull up my shorts, trying my best to hide my giant erection. I pull the front of my shirt over my crotch to try and hide it and I answer the door. Aly steps back with a shocked expression on her face. “O-oh.” She mutters as she looks up and down my shredded, sweat covered body. “Did you forget about our walk?” Shit, I knew I was missing something. I forgot that I told her that I’d be ready around this time for our date. “Damn, sorry about that. Here, I probably stink huh? I’ll take a shower real quick.” My words seem kind of stumbled but my deep voice saves the conversation from becoming awkward. I begin retreating back into the room, almost closing the door until I hear her say “Or, you could just change out of your workout clothes and come now.” The way she phrased it almost seemed as if she was asking me. I could see her legs shifting, she almost seemed shy about her statement. It was cute. I flash her a grin before saying “Alright, give me a bit, I’ll be out.”

I change into my casual attire. One of my school wrestling shirts with the school’s mascot on the front and a different change of shorts. We meet outside and start our date. We walk around campus continuing conversation from previous nights, joking around and making connecting through nonsensical banter. I’ve never seen this side of Aly, almost like a partner. God I’ve wanted this for so long, and having a body like this was definitely a plus. We continue our walk around, eventually leading to a local park. For a moment we become silent. I feel like something was wrong so I stop staring at my surrounds and return my attention towards Aly. I catch her staring at my enormous bouncing pecs as we walk forward. She was totally checking me out. It even seemed like she walked closer to get a better view at my muscled arms and bursting chest. Catching her off guard like that felt good in a way. Luckily for me, she didn’t notice me looking at her, so I go back and stare forward. I catch her by surprise again, and wrap my large muscled around around her cute, slender body, and pull her against me. “Having a good time babe?” I ask her as I pull her in tightly against my powerful chest. Her face turns red in reaction. So adorable, a girl as great as Aly getting hot and bothered by my amazing body. I can’t help but grin. She looks up towards my dashing face and nods before smiling back towards me.

During our walk we stopped for food, caught up with a few of Aly’s and Max’s, I mean, my friends, and went out to see a movie. The whole time, I felt a bit embarrassed about my post workout funk. Time and time again I found myself lifting my deep hairy pits to try and gauge the smell of my body. Everytime I checked it was no good, and I began to sweat more and more as our date went on. I shook it off, trying to convince myself that she probably didn’t even notice it all that much. After the movie, it was pretty late and it had gotten pretty dark out. The outside was pretty clear, hardly another person in sight. It made me a bit uneasy so I made sure to press Aly against my powerful body once again in case I needed to protect her. She seemed tired, and clung to my body tightly. Her eyes seemed closed, and I caught her taking in my strong athletic scent. No wonder she told me not to shower. “You doing alright babe?” I ask her as she lies her head on my bulky left pec. “I’m fine.” She answers. Her voice seemed drained and as cute as ever. “Do you mind walking me all the way home this time, daddy?” My heart almost dropped after hearing her say that. Daddy? I didn’t know what to think about the pet name, but my cock sure did. I could feel my shaft growing thicker as the word resonated throughout my muscled being. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The word replayed in my head in her soft, soothing voice. I really, really liked it when she called me that. That same cock grin spreads across my scruff, masculine face before I say “Sure babe, anything you want.”

After a few more minutes of walking, we find ourselves finally standing in front of her dorm. She lifts her head off my beefy chest and before I can let out my ‘goodbye’, she stares deeply into my eyes. Her eyes shine brightly and I look back into hers. I never noticed how pretty they were. I lean down and kiss her deeply. We lock lips, and I can feel my dark, scratchy stubble tickle her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She wraps her slender arounds around the top of my large, rounded shoulders and pulls me forward. I follow her lead, eventually pinning her to her front door. We kiss more and more before we both pull back to catch our breath. That was my first time kissing a woman. Before the merge, I was bisexual, but I never had the opportunity to experiment with another girl. Locking lips with Aly was hotter than anything I could ever imagined. My heart began to race and I let my urges take over. “I want you so bad.” I whisper close to her face. My gruff voice sounds deeper than ever, and I can see her biting her lower lip. Seeing her pose so cutely like that drove me crazy. And what she said next drove me even crazier. “You’ll have to wrestle me into submission then, daddy.”

The chains were off, I kiss her wildly, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted. She kissed back almost as urgently, like it was the last of her life. She fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door and let us inside. She pulls away and closes the door behind us before playfully pulling me towards the bedroom, guiding me by grabbing my giant hands, now slightly sweaty hands. We kissed periodically before finally reaching the foot of her bed. She begins to resist my pull, playfully teasing me, testing my raging lobido. We laugh together and I grab her by her waist and I fill my giant palms up with her amazing ass. I grope her butt a bit longer, savoring it’s soft, squishy feel. God, no wonder guys loved butts so much, this feels amazing. I slid my body against hers and I gently push her onto the bed and she falls with a slight giggle. She bites her finger, and looks straight at my face, wearing the hottest pair of “fuck me eyes” that I’ve ever seen on a person. “Mmmm is daddy all nice and hard for me?” she says biting the tip of her finger. Her pose gave off a sexy, cutesy aura that I found irresistible, the question almost didn’t even resonate with me at first. I would’ve completely forgotten about my dick if it weren’t so rock hard at this point. Even the daddy talk had me lost for a second.

I do my best to shrug off my confusion before snapping back to my hunky personality. I give her a nice toothy grin before pulling down the front of my shorts, revealing my throbbing bulge to her. “Of course I’m hard for you babe. You’re so fucking sexy.” I pull off my shirt, showing off my glimmering, statuesque chest. I remembered how much she loved my huge muscles, I bounced my pecs effortlessly to add a little flair, she really, really liked that. I was glowing with confidence, and this body was certainly backing me up. “Mmm Max” she moaned as she ran her hands down her curvy body. “I want your fat cock.” She pulled off her pants, showing me the cute underwear she was wearing underneath. She pulled them off slowly, she crossed her legs to cover her naked crotch. She smiled smugly, knowing that I was lusting for the goods that she was hiding between her curvy thighs. Once her underwear slide completely off her legs, Aly spread them wide, revealing her pussy towards me. I’ve been thinking of this for so long, seeing her like this in person seemed almost unreal. Her lips were pursed together and seemed moist to the touch, god she looked so fucking tight. Seeing her legs spread open just for me was such a sight to behold. I’m so glad that I have a cock right now, the scene wouldn’t have looked nearly as amazing if I was still in my old body. My eyes widen, and I pull down my briefs quickly and show her my heavy erection. I gripped my cock firmly in my meaty hands, stroking my thickening shaft as I stared into her eyes, giving the same “fuck me” expression that she gave me earlier. I grab each of her thighs and lift her legs in the air. A soft “Ooooh” resounds from her lips as I raise her legs. I pin her against the bed, being firm, while still remaining gentle with her. I press my chiseled body against her, pushing my burly, naked chest against hers while I slowly move the tip of my cock between her soft, wet lips. She bites her lower lip again, moaning softly as I teased her sensitive lips. “Does that feel nice babe?” I ask confidently, but on the inside, I’m still unsure about what I’m doing right and wrong. “Oh yes daddy! Your cock feels so good against me!” she exclaims before wrapping her hands around the size of my biceps. “Your arms too.”

I look towards my arms and begin flexing them, letting my biceps bulge against her sexy, petite body. She began to shudder underneath my slabs of raw muscle, I loved watching her shake in excitement. I flexed my arms against her, and puffed out my burly chest, pushing my bulking pecs against her body, while still edging my cock inside of her vagina slowly. She began moaning over and over, she couldn’t get enough of my athletic physique, but I’m just getting started. I push my hips into her and finally, my cockhead bobs into her pussy. Damn she was nice and tight. The hug of her pussy squeezed my tip incredibly well, the pleasure was indescribable. My breaths became unsteady and I push on. I slowly, gently, sink my cock deeper into her tight, wet, little hole, feeling her squeeze my massive, thickening shaft. My the time I was completely inside her, I was at full mast. I could even feel her walls tighten and rub against the veins that riddled my thick shaft. I moan deeply and exclaim “Fuck babe. You’re so fucking tight. Just for daddy.” I stir my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her body, building up a rhythm as I hump her tight, naked body. “Mmm yes Max” she moans as she wraps her arms around my rippling, muscled back. “Just for daddy.”

I press more against her body, her petite frame begins to shake violently as I begin pounding her tight hole faster and faster. I grunted heavily as I fill up her amazing pussy. It’s hug felt perfect for a girthy cock like mine. Her moans fill the air. They’re so soft and cute, they only fuel me to pump her harder. “Fuck yeah babe. You love this don’t you? Being pumped by such a thickset stud. You’ve probably dreamed of this since the day you saw me huh?” I say firmly while pumping her full of my thick, aching shaft. She shakes as she slides up and down my shaft. She’s progressively pumping on it faster and faster. It’s become nice and slick from her juices as I pound the fuck out of her. “Y-yes daddy! I love you cock so much!” she screams as I ram her against the bed, still pinning her down with my overpowering muscles. I pull my chest up a bit and wrap my arms around her body with ease, and begin pulling her up towards me while still thrusting my cock into her over and over. I once again press her chest against mine, and begin licking and kissing up the length of her neck soft. I touch her delicately with my monstrous hands while fucking her nice and rough with my veiny, muscular rod.

I begin thrusting into her tight pussy faster and faster, slowly edging on her walls hugging my cock. I lean forward and whisper into Aly’s ear, “You’re mine now. No one’s taking you away from me.” She moaned loudly, progressively getting louder and louder as I used all of my athletic strength to pound and stretch her hole. Deep and deep I push into her vagina, stretching its walls while savoring the warm, massaging squeeze of her hole. “Deeper daddy! Deeper! I want to feel you bust inside of me!” she screamed desperately. My eyes shoot open. I’m almost ripped away from our coiling form as her pleas ring throughout my body. My first time blowing my load as a guy, and I get to let it all go inside of Aly’s tight hole. I’m overjoyed and eager to milk my load inside of her. Then, I suddenly notice. She’s cumming all over the length of my massive shaft. I can feel her hole coating my vibrating cock even more heavily now. Her body twitches and convulses wildly and I pump relentlessly. Her mounds become muted, and suddenly, a sharp moan resonates throughout my hunky figure. Her pleasure was so apparent and overwhelming that it gave me goosebumps even while I continued to pump her tight hole.

Her pussy starts to contract and clench down my shaft, milking my cock even harder. I use all my stamina and start pumping her deeper with every stroke. I’m ramming her so hard that the bed is bouncing up and down violently. I bunch my biceps and meat covered forearms around her body and I press my swollen chest and pecs against her breasts. I tighten my abs and press them against her stomach as I reach as deep as I can on my final stroke. I kiss her passionately, silencing both of our moans as my cock spews ropes of hot cum deep inside of her. I can feel my seed seeping out of my cock head and coating her walls all over. I stop kissing her to let out a loud moan that resonates throughout the entire bedroom. Once we both catch our breath, I pull out and watch a stream of my seed flow out between her lips. It was so hot and satisfying, like a mark, proving that she was mine, and mine alone. Afterwards, we lie down next to each other, exhausted from our hot session. She turns over, facing her back towards me, and I use my big strong arms to pull her closer again my chest. I kiss her on the cheek and say “Good night babe” before drifting off in the best night’s sleep that I’ve ever had in my life.

Let me know if you like, I have a lot more of these since they’re personal stories. Not sure if too many are interested in F2M or M2M Merge. I have stories that are both gay and straight in terms of end relationships too.

[mergeatrois]

Idealism

Shaun was at a loss. He sulked in one of the locker room bathroom stalls, hiding from the sporty students and from the gym coach. “Man, I wish I was big.” He wished to himself as he sat on the toilet seating waiting for class to be over. He always wanted to be one of popular jocky kids but sports aren't really his thing. He was a skinny kid, the type that got picked on in school, day in and day out. “Jeez I hate middle school” he thought. “I wish I could just skip all of this and be a grown up.” He wanted to be like his dad, a hard working, muscle man that no one made fun of. His dad had told him that he should start working out or playing sports but Shaun was way too set in his ways. He’d rather spend his free time playing video games than lifting just about anything really. He sighed, feeling hopeless while his father’s words rang in his ears. After one more heavy, pouty sigh, he got off the toilet and left the gym as the bell rang loudly. He decided he would buy some workout equipment after school. “I need some sort of muscle. I can’t stay a wimp forever right?”

After he came home, he dug through his desk to find the money he had stashed during the summer. He helped his uncle do a few jobs and he made a few hundred dollars. Hopefully it was enough to buy some used equipment or something to get him started. He clenched the money tightly in his boney, balled up fist and walked down to the antique store nearby.

Shaun walked into the store slowly. “Man, I haven’t been here in forever” he whispered under his breath. He looked around the old shelves and looked closely at the old knick knacks and toys that sat on them. He remembered coming to this store about 5 years ago to buy his first action figure. “That action figure was so cool. I hope I find something” he said to himself while looking at his lanky wrists. He looked up and saw some weird dude staring at him from behind the old counter. Shaun tensed up a bit. He always got anxious when people stared at him for too long. He could’ve sworn that the store was owned by some old guy. Or maybe the old guy just worked behind the counter? He didn’t know, and after a few more seconds, he couldn’t even care. He just had to find something to help make him big and strong. He shuffled awkwardly towards one of the dusty looking aisles and started his search. He searched around the shop, no luck. He got more and more pissed as he looked around the old store. No gym equipment. “This is so...so stupid!” he muttered to himself before kicking the shelf in front of him in frustration. He almost went in for a second kick but as he began winding up his foot, a strong hand grabbed him small, slouched shoulder. He straightened up and put his foot to the ground. The man from behind the counter gripped Shaun’s shoulder gently with his right hand. The man looked down at Shaun, not with anger, but with a strange grin on his face. This scared Shaun more than any angry frown. “Fuck!” he thought, “If I broke anything I’m so fucked!” Shaun turned his gaze back towards the shelf he had kicked, making sure that nothing had fallen too far out of place but the man interrupted his search. 

“Looking for something?” He said curiously, still keeping that same mischievous grin.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Shaun whispered to himself in his head. “What should I say?!”

Shaun brushed the hand off his shoulder and slowly thought of an answer. “I-I’m just trying to find...workout equipment I guess. Something to make me bigger.” He stammered as he spoke, his words a jumbled mess, almost sounding like he was asking a question. 

“Hmmm?” the man said. “Bigger you say?” He said with intrigue filling his voice. The man looked up and down Shaun’s slender body before grabbing his forearm lightly. Shaun began to panic. “No way am I strong enough to stop this guy from hurting me!” he thought. “Oh shit what am I gonna do!”

“He-hey what’re you-” Shaun croaked out before having his wrist twist slightly as the man inspected his skinny arm. It didn’t hurt but it was enough to make Shaun wince and stop mid sentence. The man leaned into closer to get a good final look at Shaun’s skinny, hairless forearm before a smirk reemerged on his face. The look mad Shaun angry and flustered all at the same time. “What the hell is this dude’s problem?” 

The man let go of Shaun’s arm and turned around before glancing back at the confused kid shaking behind him. 

“Follow me, I have what you need.” He walked towards the desk, not even turning towards Shaun, but he followed anyways. He followed slowly, still frightened from the man grabbing at him so suddenly. The man went behind the counter and searched through it for a few seconds before flopping a plastic on top of the old, dusty desk. Shaun flinched and covered his eyes to block the wave of dust before looking at the plastic sack. Inside were 3 pairs of briefs, one blue, one white, and one black. 

Shaun looked confused again, shaking his head back and forth as he looked the man dead in the eye. “Are you...messin with me?” he asked softly. His tone was anxious, but on the inside, Shaun was growing more angry by the second. He got bullied enough at school, he didn’t need some asshole picking on him outside of it. 

The man closed his eyes and shook his head no honestly. “Nope. These undies are special kid. I promise, they’re change your life.” Shaun grabbed the bag and stared at them, still confused but the man went on.

“These undies are magic” he said. “If you use em right, you can have whatever body you want.” He said with a smirk. That really didn’t help. Shaun was still confused. Magic underwear? That sounded like something straight from a cartoon. Even though doubt filled Shaun’s mind, his eyes still widened as he studied the underwear. 

The man chuckled as he looked at Shaun. “Wow, you look the same way you did when I handed you that toy a few years ago.” Shaun nearly dropped the package in response. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Shaun asked quietly in disbelief. 

“I was the old fart that gave you the toy kid.” He said. “Those underwear gave me a whole new look.” He gestured towards himself, cluing Shaun in to check him out. Shaun looked up and down the man’s body. He looked young. His hair was black and spiky, his black t-shirt looked tight on his toned body, and his jeans looked way too tight of a guy to be wearing. Shaun hardly took any of this into account. He thought he looked like one of those gay douchebags that he saw on MTV that spent all their free time at the beach. Even though he didn’t the guy’s style, Shaun certainly did like how strong he looked. The man wasn’t as big as the guys that Shaun admired but he was definitely a healthy looking dude. 

“I look good right?” The man said while still staring at his own body. “Yeah, that old body couldn’t really keep up with my uhh, needs. I got these undies off some old auction and now I’ve got the body of my dreams. I’m tellin you kid, these briefs are magical.” The evidence may have not seemed good enough to others but to Shaun it all made sense. He wanted to grow up so badly, and this could be the only way to get him out of this body for good. 

“What do you want for em! I-I’ll give anything!” Shaun cried to the man behind the counter. The man paused and thought hard about the price before his eyes darted towards Shaun’s pocket. “What do you have?” He asked.

Shaun paused and looked up at the man desperately before taking the money out of his pocket. 300 bucks is all he had with him.

“You remind me a lot of myself kid. I’d love to help you but miracles don’t come cheap. Tell you what, give me all the cash you have with you and I’ll give you the briefs and tell you how to use them. Sound like a deal?”

Shaun paused again. 300 bucks for some underwear? That’s 100 dollars a pair! This was all the money he’d have for the next 4 months. If he spent it all now, he couldn’t pay for all the games he had preordered. Shaun weighed the price in his head but the man spoke again. “Cmon kid, if you use these bad boys, you won’t have any need for the cash anyways, just cough it up.” Shaun sighed in defeat and handed over the 300. The man took the wad of cash and smiled gleefully while counting the bills. “Alright you have the money man, just tell me how they work, please!” He begged. 

The man groaned exhaustingly before putting the cash down and sliding the plastic back towards Shaun. “Alright kid, alright. Listen closely because I’m only sayin’ this shit once. Got that?” Shaun gulped down hard and nodded. 

“Ok, listen up. The briefs only work if you and the guy you want to merge with are wearing them at the same time. The blue pair is for a temporary switch, just something to have a bit of fun with yknow? The white pair is for a permanent switch. Only use these when you know you got someone you want. Don’t be a little shit and steal people’s bodies for good all willy nilly you hear? The black pair is yours to wear. With those you can slip in while the others are wearing the separate pairs. If you wear the black pair, you’ll be invisible to whoevers wearing the other pairs, but there’s one catch. The guy you want to merge with needs to be turned on, you catch my drift? A little “nudge” in the right direction should do the trick.”

“N-nudge?” Shaun asked curiously.

“Jeez kid, you’re hopeless. Yeah, just stroke them a bit downstairs to get things started. Shouldn’t be that hard if they can’t see you.” He went back to counting his money while Shaun stared down at the floor hopelessly. “I have to jack them off?” he thought. “Jeez, talk about a catch.” Shaun, unlike the majority of his classmates, had never masturbated in his life. He’s watched porn only once or twice. He was almost completely clueless when it came to sex. The idea of grabbing another guy’s penis scared the crap out of him. Shaun grabbed the plastic bag tightly and walked out of the store without another word to the creepy shop keeper. He sat in his room that night and thought hard about what he wanted to do tomorrow. 

Shaun had never thought so hard in his life. Who would he try these on first? He wanted someone big and strong to take over. Someone stronger than his dad even. He sighed and almost considered going to bed then and there but then an idea came to him in the knick of time. “Mark!” He said to himself. “I’ll take over Mark!”

Mark was a real dickhead. Your typical jocky douchebag that liked bullying the skinny kids even though he was 20 years old. Shaun would’ve called him “sad” or “pathetic” if it weren’t for how great he looked. Mark was a college linebacker that Shaun’s gym teacher would talk to during class and coach after school. While the gym teacher was busy yelling wimpy kids, Mark would often brag about his muscles and hot girlfriend to other kids. Shaun hated his stupid guts but he admitted that his body was awesome to look at. He was strong, really strong. His arms and chest were huge, bigger than his dad’s even. Sometimes while hiding during gym class, Shaun would imagine what it would be like to be a guy like Mark. Big, strong, athletic, cool. He wanted so bad to be him. He came up with a plan before going to bed. For once in a long time, Shaun was excited to show up at gym class. 

Shaun went to school with the blue pair packed in his bookbag. He went to the locker room and took as long as he could to change, trying his best to be the last one to change. After all the kids mocked his skinny figure and changed, they cleared out leaving Shaun all by himself. He shrugged off the jokes and tried to find Mark’s bag. Soon enough, he found the heavy bag sitting on the floor next to one of the nearby benches. A smile ran across Shaun’s face as he unzipped the bag and found Mark’s underwear almost right away. He stole the pair and replaced them with the blue briefs that he had bought from the antique shop. After the swap was done, Shaun went back to class and finished another shitty day at school. 

As time went on, Shaun got anxious. “Fuck, what if they don’t work man.” He whispered to himself. “What if that asshole at the store really scammed me? Fuck fuck fuck.” Shaun’s entire body twitched. There was no turning back now. He had a plan, and he had to stick with it. He walked home and and slipped on the black briefs and waited. Around 8 o'clock, Shaun was playing a few games on his Xbox before the briefs started squeezing the life out of him. The briefs got warmer and tighter by the second. “No way. Are they working!? Did he put em on!?” A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mark in the locker room after practice, slipping on the blue undies. After he slipped on the tight briefs, Mark drove back to his dorm to relax after a hard day of training. Shaun immediately jumped up to his feet. He ran out of the house without a second thought and grabbed his bike and rode it to Mark’s dorm as fast as he could. “I can’t believe it! He put em on! The briefs were working!” he said to himself. Man, was he excited. Finally, he could kiss this wimpy body goodbye. He walked up the Mark’s door and stopped a second before knocking. He was a bit scared now that he was actually here but the thought of being a big strong linebacker like Mark convinced him to go through with the knock. He knocked as hard as he could with his pathetic arms until he heard large footsteps stomp towards the door. 

Mark swung the door open and looked around. Shaun couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was standing in front of him, with no shirt, nothing covering his body except a towel around his waist. Maybe he was getting ready to take a shower or something. His muscle covered chest looked dirty as Shaun stared up at it. Mark looked confused as hell as he searched around his door. “Holy fuck. I really am invisible!” Shaun thought to himself. Mark huffed and slammed his door, not even noticing that Shaun’s invisible form had slipped inside while the door was wide open. Mark stomped back towards his desk and let go of the clean towel. As the towel dropped, Shaun could see a bulge poking out from the front of the briefs. “Holy shit, that’s his penis…” Shaun said to himself. Mark sat down in his chair, sitting up straight and leaning in towards his laptop. Shaun just couldn’t take his eyes off his abs. He just loved how they looked, all sweat covered in shiny, just like the heroes in the action movies he watched. He wanted to be big and strong, just like Mark. Shaun tip-toed closer to Mark and took a glance towards the laptop screen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was watching porn on his laptop. “Was he really going to start jacking off right here?” Mark began to panic but then he remembered the instructions that the creep at the store had told him. Shaun sighed heavily and swallowed his fear down before reaching his invisible hand out towards Mark’s bulge. He cupped it in his hands, letting Mark’s fat penis fill his hand. Shaun shuddered at first but began to admire its size. “W-wow” he thought. “It’s a lot bigger than mine. Will this really be all mine?” He began feeling up and down it’s length and Mark’s dick progressively grew harder in reaction to his touch. Mark let out a deep moan before reaching down his meaty hand to grab his dick. Shaun let go of his throbbing shaft before Mark’s hand began rubbing up and down the growing bulge. The sound of Mark’s moans began drowning out the shrieks and moans coming from the laptop. Mark sat back and pulled out from his desk as he stared deeply into the computer screen. Shaun began to strip naked. He pulled off all his clothes except the briefs that hugged his limp crotch tightly.

Shaun breathed deeply before saying “Here goes nothing.” I stood in front of Mark and hovered over his lap before pulling up on Mark’s’ blue briefs. Mark’s giant arms fell down limply to his sides as Shaun positioned himself onto his lap. Shaun slipped into the briefs slowly, doing his best to tuck Mark’s dick underneath his small thigh. After letting go of the waistband, the briefs snapped their bodies together and Shaun began slipping into Mark’s crotch. Shaun couldn’t believe it. “Oh my god, it’s working!” he cried as his body dropped into Mark’s. Mark still groaned as if he was still stroking his thickening bulge while Shaun grew silent. He almost couldn’t understand what he was feeling. His skinny legs that could barely run for a total of five minutes were now large and covered with hairs instead of the weird ass peach fuzz that covered his old ones. More importantly, Shaun’s new penis was bigger, way bigger. His shaft was way larger and a lot for fun to play with while it was bulging against the front of the briefs. Shaun’s torso slipped inside Mark’s, his large frame took in Shaun’s body with ease. His chest was fucking big. Bigger than Shaun expected. A smile ran across his face as he felt all the muscles in his chest tense up. “It feels like I’m packing bricks under these bad boys” he smirked as he pecs began to bounce on his heavy chest. He felt so big. “I bet I could stand up taller than my Dad in this body.” He thought. His slipped his slender, gangly arms into Mark’s and felt the power surge through his new limbs. “Man, I look so cool!” 

His new arms were massive. Sweat covered their meaty structure as Shaun flexed his new toys, his eyes widened in amazement. “Jesus, lets see some jock try to mess with me now!” He flexed even further, pushing Mark’s bulky biceps up in the air. His arms were even heavier to lift than his new chest but Shaun didn’t mind, he was just excited to see how big he had gotten. The bulge in his briefs was growing bigger and bigger. Shaun never had an erection like this before, the feeling got him so excited. The way his new penis began growing and growing in the briefs was unbelieveable, so big, so long. Even the hairs that itched his crotch felt good. Who knew having pubes would feel so badass? Shaun couldn’t wait to play with it. He excitedly pushed his head back into Mark’s face and closed his eyes. His vision goes dark and foggy but eventually, light fills his eyes and he looks down at his new body. He laughs a deep yet somehow childish laugh. “Holy shit I’m huge!” He exclaimed while using his hands to feel up his new body. “Oh my god, I’m a college linebacker!” He flexed his stunning arms, watching the muscles shoot up from his powerful limbs. Shaun stared at his new body the same way that he had stared at a new toy or video game. He was ecstatic. Shaun ran his hands down his chest, feeling how big it was. “Such a big guy..” He trailed off as his hands hit his abs. He felt their hard texture carefully. He thought he’d never feel abs like these on his body. “Damn, what a six pack. What a fucking badass.” The more he admired his new body, the more a new feeling would hit him. He had a strong urge to pull down his briefs and feel how tight his hand could wrap around his new dick. He never felt this way before. All he wanted was to be a grown up but he never expected a feeling like this. It was so annoying. It was bugging him like crazy. He wanted to slip off the briefs so bad. His chest felt even heavier somehow, and his eyes darted to the porn on the laptop screen. He watched the pornstar getting penetrated over and over on the laptop. The more he watched, the stronger his urges became. “Fuck. I wanna do that..” He said, his hands sneaking towards the waistband of the briefs. He stopped himself before he pulled them off. He had something different in mind.

He grabbed his cellphone and called up Catherine, his girlfriend. He dialed the number hurriedly and she answered just after a few beeps.

“H-hey Cathy” He muttered, still distracted by his new set of hormones. “You home right now babe?”

Catherine giggled a bit before replying. “Weren’t you going to be all tired after practice tonight?” She said. “Too tired to play with me?”

Shaun gulped before answering. “I really need you babe. I’m not...feeling too well.” he stammered nervously.

“Oh?” She moaned. “I think I can fix that. I’ll be ready for you when you come over.”

The call hung up and Shaun sat in the chair, still naked, and still a bit shaken from the phone call. His nervousness turned into excitement as he threw on some clothes and drove down to Cathy’s place. He couldn’t wait to get rid of this stupid feeling in his body. He knocked on her front door, his muscle covered body still twitching. “Is this what being horny feels like?” He asked himself. “Jeez, this really blows.” In seconds, the door flew open and Cathy stood in front of him wearing nothing but one of his old high school jerseys that was far too big on her cute little body. Shaun gulped down hard as he stared at her. Her legs were nice and smooth, her thighs were nice and thick too, he didn’t even know thighs could look so good on a chick. He instinctively pulled her in close and began kissing her, wasting no time to relieve himself of his horniness. She really didn’t expect that. He pulled her in tighter and tighter, pressing her small body into his giant chest. Damn, it felt really good being bigger than someone. Especially her. He felt up and down her body, groping her thighs, eventually tracing his hands up towards her butt. “It’s so soft and big.” He thought. “It feels so...good.” 

He took his time exploring her small, sexy body. His hands feeling up almost every inch of her skin. He kissed her deeply. He felt so cool. Making out with a hottie like Cathy while in a body like this. What a score. He set her down on the couch nearby after closing the door behind him. He reached his hand up and felt her breasts. Her boobs felt amazing. He squeezed them, letting their softness fill up his giant palms. His penis was going wild now. The hardness of it was driving him insane, he’s never felt this way before. He sat up quickly and threw his shirt off to expose his wide, naked chest. He pulled down his shorts to reveal the bulge that had been growing in the tight blue briefs. Cathy smiled and bit her finger as he stripped for her. 

Shaun forgot just how good he looked. He looked towards his giant beefy arms and began to flex, showing off for himself, and unknowingly for Cathy. A wide smile grew across his chiseled face and he stared back down at Cathy, who had pulled off the jersey to reveal her soft tits. Shaun’s gaze was focused at her breasts and traced down her slender body right to her crotch. He grabbed her by the thighs and spread them wide to take a good look. Finally, he got a good glance at her pussy. He began to tense up, his dick was growing harder and harder the longer he stared. Shaun got excited. He couldn’t believe that he was actually seeing a vagina right in front of him, waiting for him. He pulled off the briefs and went to work. He awkwardly thrusted his dick towards her hole, but only with enough strength to make his shaft slide again her soft lips. She moaned in reaction, he cute sounds and feeling of her lips make Shaun’s dick throb. He was so ready to pound her. He grabbed his long shaft and slowly sunk his tip into her. He pushed slowly, fitting his entire penis inside of her hole. Shaun’s muscular body quivered as he thrusted inside of Cathy over and over. “Fuck, fuck. She feels so good.” He said to himself, loud enough for Cathy to hear. She moaned teasingly and pulled Shaun in closer. “Mmm fuck me baby!” She cried as Shaun repeatedly pounded her. He moved his giant waist awkwardly at first, but as time went on he was a natural. He rammed her tight little hole as hard as he good, going absolutely wild on her small little body. Shaun loved seeing her cute body getting fucked and pushed hard into the couch by his new bod. His breaths became heavy as he pushed closer to the edge. He could feel something coming up his shaft, slowly pushing its way out of his tip. It would have bothered him but he was so focused on how good Cathy’s vagina felt while squeezing his new dick. He rammed away at her body. He spread her legs wider and wider and slammed his hips into her body as hard as he could. So hard that his face became a deep shade of red. He was ramming her so hard that he almost didn’t notice how close he was to finishing. He began to climax for the first time. His grunted deeply before letting out a loud roar, with it, a stream of creamy liquid shot out of his tip. He laid on top of her, pressing his sweaty, muscled body on her, still kissing her passionately. She giggled and he couldn’t help but laugh with her. He pull his body up and slowly pulled out his still throbbing penis. He watched in awe as a stream of cum seeped out between her lips.

“Mmmmm” she moaned. “A big load from my big man.”

Her words along with the sight in front of him made his heart skip. “Big man” he thought. “I’m her big man.” After resting for a minute or two, Shaun’s dick became hard again, Cathy’s praise echoed over and over in his mind. He proudly sat up and got back on top of her without warning, but she didn’t seem to mind. He fucked her 2 more times that night before finally collapsing. He was out like a light, with a big smile on his face. Cathy was a bit taken away from her boyfriend’s child-like behavior, he seemed like he’d never seen a girl naked in his life. She shrugged it off, happily lying next to Shaun as he unconsciously groped her sleeping body. 

Shaun darted upwards when he awoke. He looked toward the clock in a panic. It was so late, coach would kill him if he didn’t show up as usual. He quickly got dressed and drove to the middle school and waited outside. 

“The merge is gonna wear off soon” Shaun thought. “What am I gonna do!?” He sat in his car and thought long and hard before the image of the coach ran through his head. He never noticed how big coach was until recently. He was a big man, covered in nice dark hair. Shaun always liked the look of a hairy man. His dad was pretty hair, and he wanted to be just like him one day. His admiration of coach soon turned to anger after he thought about all the times he had picked on Shaun for being a skinny boy. Making him run extra laps, making him sit out during all the fun sports. What an asshole. If anyone deserved their body taken over for good, it’d be coach Brown. 

Shaun grabbed his old book bag from the backseat. He remembered to take it to Mark’s dorm on the bike ride over. He took out the white pair and stuffed it in his gym bag and marched to the school. His mind was racing as he stepped towards the gym until a plan finally came to him. He walked into the gym, the coach was yelling at the kids loudly while wearing those black shorts and that white, tight collared shirt that he loved so much.

“Run faster boys! The jocks are beatin ya!” He screamed at the slow kids while fiercly blowing into his whistle. The whistle shrieked so loudly that it almost made Shaun want to run out of straight fear. Shaun instead walked up to coach Brown nervously and started talking to him. On the way over Shaun looked closely at coach Brown’s shorts. He knew it. His dick was flopping just about everywhere inside of them. His mind raced back to the times where coach would sit there and yell at his face with his big, soft weiner dangling loosely near his face. Shaun hated him especially for those times. Shaun called the coach over and asked him to meet him in the locker room. The coach gave him a hard, angry stare before nodding and telling the kids that he’d be back soon. 

Shaun took a seat on one of the benches before the coach marched inside the locker room. 

“Where the hell were you son, you should’ve been here about an hour ago?” he said strongly.

“I know bro, I know.” Shaun stammered out nervously. “You see, after practice I was uh...I was r-really horny y’know. I went to her place after and I stayed up a bit too late. Sorry man.”

He sighed while rolling his eyes and crossing his big hairy forearms. “Fine, whatever man. Tell me what you want boy so I can get back to my class.” 

Shaun awkwardly handed coach Brown the clean white briefs. The coach gave him a confused, almost angry look. He cocked an eyebrow and stared at Shaun, demanding an explanation.

Shaun’s words began to jumble again. “I-I mean...the principal has been gettin on your ass recently about going commando man. Your penis just keeps floppin everywhere around the kids. I’m just trying to look out for you bro.”

Brown stared at Shaun with an angry and annoyed scowl before snatching away the briefs. He huffed and began walking towards his office.

“Fine” he roared while stomping away and scratching at his beard. “But no more of that kiddy shit Mark. It’s a fucking cock. Only fags and 5th graders call it a penis. Grow the hell up.” With that, he opened the door to his office and slammed it shut.

Shaun sighed deeply. “What a fucking asshole.” He was still shaking from the exchange. Even though deep down in this body, Shaun had respected Coach but it was more out of fear than admiration. He really didn’t like that guy. Shaun sat up and walked towards the bathroom stalls in the locker and sat on the same toilet that he used to sit on while hiding during class. He sat down and stripped naked, leaving nothing on but the blue briefs. He sighed. “Back to being me. Wimpy 5th grader named Shaun.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. Slowly, Shaun’s slender, childish figure peel out of Mark’s body. Shaun fell onto the floor, wearing nothing but the black briefs that he put on after school just yesterday. Shaun sighed as he looked down at his body. “Man this fuckin sucks.” he said before turning back to Mark. He was out cold, he looked like one of those frat dudes that you’d see in the movies after drinking too much. Shaun kind of laughed at the sight. He peeled the briefs off of Mark’s body, leaving him completely naked on the toilet. He left the bathroom stall open so the kids could find him passed out after class had ended. Shaun snickered to himself at his childish prank before hiding the blue briefs in his locker. 

Shaun could already feel the sensation of the black briefs. Their squeeze seemed to suck the life out of him. He turned towards Mr Brown’s office and gulped down hard as he heard a deep voice moan “Fuck yeah” from inside. A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mr. Brown standing in front of the mirror hanging in his office, slipping on the white pair of briefs. He liked the way he looked in the mirror. He liked his figure so much that he started checking himself out. He couldn’t break his gaze away from the big sexy man posing in front of the mirror. Shaun’s vision finally ended and he creeped carefully towards the Mr Brown’s office. He opened the door quickly and carefully and closed it the same. Brown didn’t notice. He was so into how he looked in the tight white briefs. Shaun’s eyes widened. Brown looked...amazing. His chest was killer. It was bigger than Mark’s easily. And the hair. God the black hairs looked so cool while covering those giant muscles. He was a man, the kind of man that Shaun wanted to be. Shaun walk up to Mr Brown and he leaned over to get a grip on his bulge.

His penis, er, his cock, was already pretty hard. The bulge was nice and big, almost as big as Mark’s before Shaun used him to fuck Cathy. Shaun began to sweat anxiously as he grabbed the outline of Mr Brown’s shaft. He tugged up and down as if it were his own. He got really into it. He wanted Brown nice and ready for the merge, Shaun couldn’t wait to big this big and strong. He stroked Brown over and over, Brown’s cock finally hit full mast after Shaun had pumped him for about 20 more seconds. He had the fattest dick he’s ever seen. Even the guys in the few pornos he watched weren’t as big as Mr Brown. His bulge was nice and big, bigger than Marks, and way bigger than Shaun’s undeveloped pecker. Brown reached down his massive hairy hand and grab squeezing and rubbing his fat bulge and moaning. Shaun slid behind Mr Brown and pushed the chair carefully against his legs, letting his gym coach ease down on it without breaking the trance. Shawn jumped up onto his lap and began pulling up on the brefs. He tried fitting in as best as he could but Mr Brown’s cock wouldn’t sit still underneath Shaun’s thigh. Instead it shot out between Shaun’s legs, his shaft sliding past his balls. Shaun jumped a bit in reaction before leaning back carefully onto coach Brown’s body. 

Shaun began to sink, eventually, his lower half slipped effortlessly into his coach. His big hairy, trunk-like legs felt incredible. They seemed like they could even give a linebacker like Mark a run for his money. But Shaun’s focus was elsewhere. His new cock was massively. His new muscled rod shot against the front of the briefs like a cannon. He loved the feeling of the veins covering his lengthy shaft and the hairs on his balls and the small patch of black fur that hovered over his base made Shaun the happiest boy alive. “He’s so hairy” he thought. “What a big, strong man.” His new cock began to twitch as it filled up the white undies. Shaun could just barely shrug it off as he started sinking into Mr Brown’s chest. The hairs covering his teacher’s torso tickled Shaun as he slipped inside, but Shaun didn’t mind. He could finally feel the beefiness of his teacher’s torso. His pecs were big and swollen, a layer of black fur covered his wide, muscular chest. Shaun loved the look of it. He never imagined being so hairy before. He felt manly, and strong. Mr Brown didn’t really have the popping abs that Shaun loved so much but his stomach was still just nice and bulky. This body felt so much better. Shaun let out a laugh as he felt his new furry pecs bunch together as he took a nice deep breath. 

Shaun slid his arms inside of Brown’s impatiently, wanted so bad to feel their strength. Jesus Christ! They’re so fucking huge! Immediately, Shaun flexed his hair covered guns. His biceps pushed hard against his tanned, hairy skin. His biceps bunched together into a mound of burly, raw muscle that pressed against his thick beefy forearms. Shaun loved every second of it. This body felt incredible, even his deep hair pits felt amazing to have. He could feel the muscle lining around them thicken and contract as he flexed nice and hard. Shaun leaned his head back into his Mr Brown’s face. His beard scratched the back of Shaun’s next as he sunk in further and further, eventually taking over the entirety of Mr Brown’s gorgeous, burly bod. 

Shaun looked into the mirror. He looked weird in a sense. He never imagined being so old looking. He wasn’t the wimpy shit-dick Shaun anymore. He was the hairy, muscle covered Mr Brown. The Mr Brown that didn’t take shit from anyone in this school, not even the principal. He shot up and flexed hard into the mirror, his eyes fixed on his powerful arms and heavy chest. The more he flexed, the harder his thick cock pushed against the front of the briefs. He looked down. “Holy fuck!” He exclaimed with his new deep voice. “My bulge is fucking amazing!” The tight white briefs were struggling to contain his hardening python. The bulge was massive, it almost looked strong enough to tear apart the white undies. Shaun felt a stream of wet sticky fluid spill out of his fat tip. It almost felt like cum, but it wasn’t as thick and there wasn’t as much of it. He took and peek, and opened up the waistband of the tight briefs. His cockhead leaned forwards, with it followed a string of clear sticky precum, a small puddle had formed just below Shaun’s new bulky stomach. “So..cool…” He whispered to himself. His hormones began to race. He wanted to get off so badly but something else clicked in his head. “Fuck man. I have a class to teach!” He quickly got dressed but decided to take off the briefs before putting his shorts back on. No harm in keeping them off, right? It’s only a cock underneath some shorts, it won’t hurt no one. 

Shaun barked orders at all the kids in the class. He spared no one besides the few kids that were struggling to keep up with the others as they ran around the track. Shaun yelled loudly towards all the sporty kids that used to pick on him in his other body. He was having the time of his life getting back at all the assholes that made gym such a living hell for him. The other kids thanked Shaun for going easy on them and he dismissed them to their next class, moving on to the next set of kids.

After a long day of teaching gym class and finishing up football practice, Shaun drove home. He felt tired, but most of all, he felt horny. He gripped the steering wheel hard with his big mitts for hands, his dick was erect, shooting upwards as he made his way home. He couldn’t even hide his bulge as he walked up to his front door, he got an awkward glance from his neighbors as they checked their mailbox but Shaun didn’t pay them any attention. He had another thought racing through his head. 

He fumbled for his keys. It was hard to get a good grip on them with his big meaty hands. He opened the door and shut it exhaustingly as he looked around his house. He sat his gym bag next to the door and slowly began ripping off his collared shirt. He slowly stomped his way towards his room while taking off all his clothes. Finally, he opened the door to his room, finding his wife lying down on the bed, reading a book while covered in the heavy sheets. Abby turned towards the door, staring at his husband’s big erect cock as he slowly moved towards the bed with a wide smile on his big burly face. Shaun leaned over and kissed her, tickling her face with his big masculine beard. Fuck he loved being so big and hairy. He couldn’t wait to see how the sex felt in this body.

He kissed her and spoke deeply in between breaths. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day babe.” He whispered.

A smile formed across her face as she stared back at Shaun. “I’ve been waiting for big daddy to come back home and fill me up. I’m so ready for you baby.” 

Shaun’s erection reacted fiercely to her words. “Daddy.” He never heard the phrase before, at least in this kind of situation. Her words made him feel big, strong, and manly. His dick couldn’t help but twitch and throb in response. Abby set the book down to her side and began feeling up Shaun’s big muscular shoulders. He grinned. He liked the way it felt to have her slender hands run across his big muscles. He’d never get tired of that. He grabbed the sheets that covered her figure and pulled them down to reveal her body. The sight of her naked body nearly drove Shaun insane. She was curvy in all the right places. He just had to feel her up. He started by placing his giant palm onto her breasts, squeezing them gently as the their soft texture fueled his boner. He kissed her deeply as his hands ran down her sides, eventually hitting her her butt. He gropped her ass uncontrollably, making it jiggle and quake in his hands. It drove him wild. 

“Fuck you feel so nice babe.” Shaun said, as he started to kiss her neck while feeling her up with his muscled hands.

“Mmm daddy” she moaned as Shaun ran his hands up and down her butt and thighs. He got up and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. He lifted both of her legs in the air with just one hand and he peered down. He loved the few before him. The sight of her tight pussy hovering just a few inches above that sexy ass of hers. His cock was aching for her. She glanced over at Shaun, giving him a shy, lustful smile. He grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her in close to him. He slammed his plump shaft onto her soft, moist lips, teasing her by sliding his cock back and forth. She moaned softly and her cute voice was enough to push him to shoving his tip gentle inside of her tight little hole.

He pushed slowly, feeling the wall of her pussy hug his thick shaft. She was about 10 year older than Cathy but fuck, she felt so much tighter. He finally fit in every vein covered inch into her tight hole before her lips finally touched the base of his dick. Both of them moaned as Shaun began to pull his cock out for another thrust. He began pounding her, ramming his dick inside of her progressively faster and faster. He stretched out her tight little pussy with his mammoth dick, he began pressing his burly, muscular frame against her as he made her slide up and down his shaft. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck!” Shaun moaned deeply. He wrapped his thick arms around Abby, pulling her in close as he thrusted her harder and harder, reaching deeper with every stroke.

“Mmmm fuck! You feel so good daddy!” She screamed as Shaun began ramming her with all his might. “Fucking seed me you big hunk!”

Her words awoke a beast that lied dormant inside of Shaun’s big, brutish body. He stood up straight and pulled Abby up along with him. She wrapped her legs around his thick waist and his giant muscle covered arms wrapped around her small, naked body. He lifted her up effortlessly and began bouncing and sliding her up and down his throbbing cock. He brought her up and down on his massive shaft, inching closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her climax all over his dick. Her pussy clenched down and coated his shaft in her juices and she began moaning uncontrollably. Shaun’s arms began to flex as he pumped her up and down his long, meaty shaft. His biceps pressed against Abby’s soft skin as he fucked the life out of her like a ragdoll. Finally, Shaun let out a finally deep moan as he came inside his wife’s stretched out hole. Giant ropes of cum shot deep into her womb and he pumped her up and down on his shaft to milk out the rest of his load. Her legs felt weak as they slowly unraveled around Shaun’s waist and he set her back down on the bed, falling next to her. He pulled her in closely, pressing her against his giant muscular physique. She was out like a light. He gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Shaun followed soon after, his mind was finally at ease. He was all grown up, and he had the best body in the world.

Long time no see, this was one of my longest stories that I've written. If you enjoyed the story and love possessing/merging into bodies, shoot me a DM, and we can discuss a possible RP and bodies I can get you into. I am quite the himbo enthusiast.

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[mr2swap]

The incident: positive reinforcement training

-This time try to focus on my biceps, faggots like you love this stuff don't you?- I flexed my huge arms even harder, making my veins stand out, a spicy aroma wafted from my armpits and made my nose itch a little, But it seems I'm not the only one who could smell it.

I could feel how the real Kyle's huge, hairy belly was inches from my muscular back, But not only that I could feel how he was trying to disguise that he was actually floating his tiny, nasty cock between my firm ass. 

-Yes... sir we love it- Kyle said trying to pretend he wasn't doing anything kinky, I looked at our reflection in the mirror we both had in front of us and couldn't help but let out a smile at the thought that in just a couple of weeks I had bent in the mind of this arrogant gym coach.

-I thought to myself, “Kinky, I could let you rub your little cock in one of my armpits... when you finish the household chores of course- 

I'd like to say that I planned this body swap, but it was actually an accident, it was another one of those terrorist attacks with that experimental body swapping gas that was stolen some time ago from SwapCorp.

 One second I was almost passing out on the treadmill feeling like complete shit and the next I was posing in front of the bathroom mirror feeling as powerful as a Greek god, I thought I had passed out and right now my brain was creating the most erotic fantasy it could have created.

But as soon as I heard the screams coming from the gym I knew something wasn't right...at least to the rest of the guys out there, here everything was as perfect as the perfect powerful biceps I now had. 

Kyle worked at this gym as a trainer, although he spent more time talking to hot girls than helping me lose weight. So he was not pleased to end up in my fat, short, middle-aged body.

The government told us they were already working on a solution for this, but, there have been these terrorist attacks before and as far as I've known none of them have gotten their bodies back so I think it was just a lie so as not to scare people like Kyle. 

I thought it would be the last time he would look at my old greasy face, but it seems Kyle was attached to his body more than I imagined, The next day Kyle showed up at my apartment door to take me to the gym, in his own words “I'm not going to let a fat guy like you throw away all the time I've worked on MY BODY.”

It was easy enough to adapt to his routine, especially Because a week after we exchanged our bodies Kyle showed up again at my door With a couple of suitcases, “I can't trust a pig like you to neglect my diet, I'm sure you still have all that junk you like to eat around here...” But I knew the truth, Kyle had been fired from his job, who the fuck would trust him to train him now that he's the fattest guy in the whole gym? 

Later that night I found him on the couch sniffing my stinky gym shorts, It was so disgusting to see my body in such a pathetic position... but fun. 

I walked out of my room and with my big huge feet I stood in front of him, Kyle Faggot didn't even know what to say, he just lay there on the couch looking down at me with one hand on his dick and the other with my dirty boxers in the other near his face. 

Without saying a word I pulled my thick cock out of my shorts, which used to belong to the real Kyle and held it in front of his face, I could see how the spicy and dirty smell of my cock made him increase the rhythm with which he was breathing, He didn't even look me in the eyes, his gaze was totally fixed on the long and thick 10 inch cock that he used to use every day. 

-Come on pig... you are lucky that a stud like you let a pig like you suck my cock- Kyle held the base of my cock and slowly took it into his mouth savoring every drop of the pre seminal fluid, his face looked happy as if he had waited all his life for this moment.

I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed him by what little thin hair he had left on his middle aged head and forced him to swallow my cock completely, I then began to fuck his mouth, my hips moved back and forth as Kyle jerked off, his cock was so pathetic he only needed 2 fingers to hold his little sausage. 

I had to admit that since coming in Kyle's body I had fucked so many women in such a short time that I had lost count, but there was something about my old, wet, dirty mouth that made me extremely horny. 

I pushed my cock deep into Kyle's mouth and filled it with my cum, then I pulled away from him letting him get some air, As soon as Kyle recovered he took my cock again and like a man lost in the desert Kyle cleaned my cock as if it were the last drops of water for miles.

I think something snapped in Kyle's head from that day on, The arrogant, cocky bodybuilder disappeared completely, He became more like a faithful dog that does what I tell him for a bone, I know Kyle would say it out loud, but I'm sure he likes his new life in my old body better. 

Maybe someday they will find a cure for this “incident” but I don't think Kyle will give up his new life at my side. 

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Heyo! Hello again, I hope you like this story as well as the other stories of the "INCIDENT", where again a small terrorist group has released the experimental body swap gas, which can slightly alter people's minds at the time of the exchange, and of course this group is not led by me (wink wink) anyway, if you want to see more experiences of more people when exposed to the gas you can take a look at my previous stories or if you want to see even more you can support me on my page and have access to my stories, I just published a new story about 2 stepbrothers affected by the swap gas.

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Stories I Love (Part 2)

Again, nothing personal with the order listed here, it's mostly chronological. Tumblr doesn't like a ton of hyperlinks, so the list is in two parts. Here's Part 1.

Though, now is a good time to point out a few major gaps in this list. One, I don't care for celebrity, sports, or sweat/fart transformations very much, so that eliminates a few prolific authors. Two, some authors have much bigger websites elsewhere, like @2xskin or @takeovertales, and I haven't been consistent about favoriting works that could be found in two places. Three, a special shoutout to @piosantaibhseil's very long body swap series which would be tricky to link otherwise.

Also, a special shoutout-- I don't think my blog would have nearly as much of a footprint without @bodyswap-possession-shapeshift's valuable reblog contributions to this community. He remains one of the fastest and most consistent about showing support to all creators on his lists, and I hope he knows how much that support has been appreciated over the years.

By @deviantknight25 : Implanted Mutual to Cover Medal and Leaf Surfeit Changes Partner in Crime

By @transformhim : Learning His Lesson Fun with the Mimic Changing Work Roles The Devil Next Door Sauna Shenanigans

By @tfmybody : The Intern A Fortunate Theft

By @tf-lover : The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton 12th Hour The Way You Look Tonight

By @bodyhopper-files : Just A Dream Untitled 12/26/22 How I Transformed My Dad's Life Make Me

By @0ng0ingw0rk : Morning Adjustments Paradise

By @verus-veritas : Slipping Out The Halloween Costume Love Thy Neighbor Untitled 9/24/20 Hard Work Pays Off

By @shootingstarwritings : Beach Bummin' It Back Home Couples Therapy

By @swap-and-possessions : Passed Out Suit Cleaning Buy Low, Sell High

By @kylecrusoe-captions : Untitled 4/15/23 Untitled 10/21/22 Untitled 11/24/19

By @exploratorytfs : Power Exchange Special Weekend Swap Need to Study Free Market Series: Debts, Repossession, Ladder The Swap Booth From Twink to Daddy Swap Kink Accepted On Site Family Gatherings Join Them

By @noface-phantom7 : Possession: BEyond WILLing Bodysuit: Superior Dominic Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right Bodyswap: On Second Thought Bodysuit: Skin Salesmen Demons, Suits and Faces

By @fantasyvessels Don't Waste Your Youth Or Else Project Personal Drones III

By @joshslater : Very PT The Lost Year of Gain My Bully Manhood Exchange Foreign Exchange Another Kyle Eastern Tennessee Golden Years Untitled 6/10/19 Flesh Limited Equal Exchange Partystick Urgent Message Final Answer Wanted Crossdressing

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Curiosity got the best of me

I just finished up taking a slash when I noticed the glory hole from the corner of my eye. I was curious. I never considered myself gay, but after hours on the road alone, and having to skip a workout, I just needed to get my balls drained. I couldn’t care less who was on the other end. Just the thought of a warm mouth wrapped around my cock was making me hard. I could hear someone breathing on the other side of the stall, so I stroked to full hardness before shoving myself through the hole. I stood there, squatting down slightly to compensate for my height as I waited for something to happen. 

I heard a gasp from the other stall. I smirked to myself. It wasn’t the first time I’d had that reaction when someone had seen my dick for the first time. I felt a small hand grab my dick, its soft touch dancing along the length of my cock. A shiver went up my spine and my cock pulsed again as more blood tried to force its way into my already swollen tool. The fingers made their way down to my balls, before gently palming their hefty weight. “You’re certainly a big one aren’t you?” said a soft voice through the wall as the hand started to fondle my balls. I grunted in reply. I was so horny, I was practically ready to fuck the wall at this point. “Well that isn’t how this is going to work,” the voice said in a much darker tone. With that I felt a piercing pain surge through my body as the fingers around my nuts tightened like a vice, squeezing them painfully.

“What the fuck!” I roared as I pulled myself out of the hole and stumbled back into the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. Looking down at my junk I saw my balls had turned an angry red colour. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I felt rage boil over. I was going to fuck this queer up. As I reached to fling the stall door open, I heard the voice once more. “On your knees”. It was cold and commanding.  I stopped in my tracks. And looked back towards the glory hole. “I said on your fucking knees,” the voice said again, this time with more than a hint of annoyance. 

I had always considered myself to be the strong alpha type and honestly a bit of a fuck boy. But something about this strong, commanding presence had seemed to awaken something inside of me. Something that I’d always been too afraid to let out. Almost without thinking, I knelt down on the cool tiled floor and faced towards the hole. Almost immediately, a thin, skinny cock was appeared through the hole. If it weren’t for the vein down the side, I would have sworn it was flaccid. I accidentally let out a low chuckle at the patheticness of it all. “Ohh you think it's funny do you you little bitch boy? Let’s see how funny you find it when you choke on it” the voice snapped at me. I immediately shut my mouth, returning the room to silence. This time it was the voice’s turn to chuckle. “Good, now fucking suck it”.

Of course, I’d never sucked a dick before. But I immediately took this tiny cocklet into my mouth and began working it like I was a pro. The person on the other side of the stall was clearly enjoying it based on the high-pitched moans.  “That’s it, take it all like the little cock slave you are,” he said as he began to move his hips in time with my thrusts. The extra leverage must have been helping him go even deeper into my mouth with each thrust because he seemed to be hitting the back of my throat with each long thrust. Wait, the back of my throat? I pulled myself off the dick and my eyes went wide. The small dicklet has grown, its slim form replaced by a respectable cock. “I didn’t say stop,” the voice commanded. Mesmerised, I lowered myself onto the cock once again. 

The cock was so thick, it was stretching my mouth. I tried to pull off. “Ohh no you don’t” the voice roared. I heard a massive bang, and my face was showered in splinters as a huge fist burst through the stall wall, grabbing me by the back of the head. I briefly registered a thick, meaty forearm. I was slammed down on the cock once more, its mushroom head battering the back of my throat. My aggressor was working me like a sex toy, letting me slide almost completely off his throbbing pole before slamming me back down as he pumped his crotch forward into my waiting gullet in long, rough strokes. “Fuck yeah” I heard him roar as his other hand grabbed at the top of the cubicle, cracking the wood with the sheer force of his grip. I looked up at the cracking sound. That’s when I noticed that my aggressor was so tall, his head peeking over the cubicle wall. He was insanely handsome - lantern jaw, flawless skin, perfectly manicured beard, and piercing blue eyes. I’d recognise that anywhere. I was staring at myself. 

With a wicked smirk, my doppelganger roughly pushed me down on his cock once more. This time, the mushroom head stretched my lips to the limit. I immediately began to choke the thick shaft that had snaked partway down my throat. My eyes grew wide as I realised there were still several inches of meaty cock left that couldn’t physically fit inside my mouth. My senses were assaulted as the hefty cock slammed into the back of my throat. The deep smell of musk made my eyes water. The taste of salty sweat precum on my tongue. My lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. Was this what I’d put my previous conquests through when I had my way with them?

I felt the cock pulse in my mouth, its meaty mass lurching suddenly before my mouth was filled with volley after volley of cum erupting from the tip. The sheer force quickly filled my mouth with the potent seed. His body twitched and flexed as it was rocked with orgasm, a deep rumbling growl echoing in his chest. It was all too much, as I released my own load into my pants. A short, sharp and unsatisfying climax. This experience wasn’t for me. It was all for the god towering over me. “Fuck, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel that good” he grumbled in my deep baritone as he rubbed his hands over his meaty torso, basking in his post-climax rush.

I slumped against the stall wall, my throat raw, the taste of his salty cum still coating my tongue. My lungs burned, and my jaw ached from being stretched so wide, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Something felt wrong. I glanced down at my hands. They were shaking, too small, too soft. My fingers fumbled over my chest, expecting the familiar hard slab of muscle I’d built over years of hauling heavy weights and fucking around. Instead, my fingers brushed a narrow, smooth frame, hairless and frail. I yanked my shirt off, staring in horror at a hairless torso, ribs faintly visible under pale skin, a pathetic little waist that could snap under a strong grip. My jeans sagged on hips too slim to hold them, the belt hanging loose like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck…” My voice cracked, high and nasal, nothing like the deep growl I’d used to command every room I walked into. I stumbled to the rusted mirror above the sink, stepping out of my now too-big jeans as I walked, my new legs trembling beneath me, weak and unsteady. The face staring back wasn’t mine. Wide, panicked eyes stared back at me, brown, not my piercing blue. My chiselled jaw was gone, replaced by a delicate, rounded one. No beard, just smooth skin that looked like it had never seen a razor. I looked like some twink straight out of a college dorm, the kind of kid I’d have laughed at for even glancing my way. My small hands clawed at the glass as if I could rip my real face back from my reflection.

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed behind me. I spun around, nearly tripping over my own feet, and there was my doppelganger staring back at me. He stood in the doorway of the stall, my broad shoulders filling out my leather jacket, my thick chest straining the fabric, my heavy boots thudding against the grimy tiles. He must have picked up my discarded clothes while I was distracted. His lantern jaw, my jaw, was framed by a perfectly manicured beard, and those piercing blue eyes I’d seen in every mirror every morning of my life now glinted with a wicked, knowing smirk. He was everything I’d been: tall, powerful, a fucking god among men. And I was left as nothing.

“Nice trade, huh?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He flexed his thick, meaty forearm, the one that had smashed through the stall wall like it was paper, and tossed my truck keys in the air, catching them with a calloused hand that used to be mine. “You don’t need all this anymore, do you, kid?”

“Give it back, you bastard!” I screamed, but my new voice sounded pitiful, a whiny squeak that made him laugh harder. I lunged at him, fists swinging, but my twig-like arms had no strength, my punches bouncing off his abs like I was swatting a brick wall. He easily grabbed my wrist with one hand, twisting it until I yelped, and shoved me back against the sink. The porcelain dug into my spine, and I struggled to catch my breath, my new body too fragile to fight back.

“Pathetic,” he growled, leaning in close. His breath smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the same scent I’d carried for years. “You had your fun, didn’t you? Fucking your way through life, leaving a trail of broken bitches behind you. Now it’s my turn.” His smirk widened, and he ran a hand over his beard like he was savoring the feel of it. “This body was wasted on you.”

He turned and strode toward the exit, his heavy gait echoing through the empty bathroom. I scrambled after him, my bare feet slipping on the tiles, my breath hitching in a chest too small to hold my rage. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the dusty rest stop parking lot. My truck, my fucking pride and joy, sat waiting, its chrome glinting as a cruel reminder of who I used to be.

He hauled himself into the driver’s seat, my broad frame fitting perfectly where I’d spent countless hours on the road. I doubt I’d even be able to reach the door handle now. The engine roared to life, the same growl I’d heard every day for years. “Thanks for warming it up for me loser," he yelled over the roar of the engine as he gunned it, tires kicking up gravel as he peeled out. I sank to my knees on the pavement. My voice cracked as I screamed after him, but the sound was swallowed by the rumble of the truck fading into the distance.

I caught my reflection in a puddle nearby. Wide panicked brown eyes stared back at me. For a split second, I swore I saw his face, my face, laughing, before it vanished, leaving only this stranger’s pathetic gaze. My trembling fingers brushed my lips, still swollen from the brutal way he’d used my mouth. Was this some fucked-up curse? Had every girl I’d used and tossed aside wished this on me? Or was he something darker, a demon wearing my skin, taking my life while I was left with nothing?

The dust settled, and the rest stop was silent again. I was nobody now, trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. If only I hadn't let curiosity get the best of me.

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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One of the best swaps I've read in a while

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had me over for the weekend and we liked it

yes liked it just fine

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