Hercules should've known to think about what he was agreeing to when he made that deal. Now Hades will have his way at Mount Olympus, and all Hercules can do is watch. ☁️🏛☁️
"Thanks for the energy drink, man," Jake said, cracking open his can of blue energy soda as we ambled down the dimly lit hallway back to our apartments. The gym members' party had left us both hot and sweaty, and I thought a refreshing drink would be the perfect cap to our evening.
"Yeah, no problem, bro. You owe me one next time!" I replied, although I was thinking something else entirely as I watched him guzzle his beverage.
He was tall, about six feet three inches, with a toned physique that would make anyone envious. His hair, the color of wheat, was slicked back with some kind of product, and he wore a tank top that hugged his chest tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His shorts were tight enough to show off his wide hips and well-defined ass.
Standing beside him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. While I was reasonably fit and steadily working towards what I hoped would be my ideal body, Jake's presence ignited a deeper yearning within me. It wasn’t just about having muscular broad shoulders and a confident stride—it was about embodying that effortless aura of masculinity, the kind of identity that defines an alpha male.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot—I need to head back to my apartment now," Jake said abruptly. "I have a little rendezvous tonight," he added, flashing a smile.
"Sounds like a plan. What time is your date?" I asked casually, pausing beside him.
“About an hour from now, so I should probably hit the showers first. Gotta freshen up and work out these guns again,” he laughed. Then, without warning, he raised his left arm above his head and flexed his bicep, staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been too long since they’ve seen any action.”
I felt myself blush uncontrollably at his words, but luckily Jake didn't see it, and he continued heading down the hallway.
"See you tomorrow, Dave!" he called out over his shoulder before disappearing through his apartment door.
Little did he know, I was well aware of who he was meeting tonight.
As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar walls and furnishings offered no comfort to the restless longing stirring within me.
Each well-placed book and neatly aligned chair seemed to echo the structured, unyielding life I had sculpted for myself—a life of discipline as a respected professor, always mindful of reputation and societal expectations.
With a sigh, I removed my glasses and set them aside on the table. The lenses caught the fading light of the day, scattering beams that danced across the blandness of my living space, teasing me with glimpses of brightness in my otherwise predictable world.
This simple act felt like peeling away the layers of a persona crafted over years.
It felt symbolic, like I was discarding a part of myself that was too familiar, too constricted by old fears and inhibitions. Tonight was not a night for the timid David hidden behind those lenses; it was a night for someone entirely new.
I pulled off my tank top, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the soft cotton of my white gym shorts. Finally, I slid down my underwear and tossed them aside. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there nude with no one else around.
Across the room, my gaze then shifted to the bed, where the realistic bodysuit of a Latino model lay outstretched. The room lighting cast a bright hue over its meticulously detailed surface, accentuating each muscular contour and shadow, making it look almost alive. It wasn’t just a garment; it was a gateway to another existence.
As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist touching its smooth skin. I ran my fingers over its chest and arms, feeling the softness of its skin. Then I slid my hands down to its waist and squeezed its firm butt cheeks. It even had a built-in penis that was larger than my own, which gave me a sense of excitement.
"Alright," I muttered under my breath, "let’s get started."
I could feel my dick twitch as I reached down and grabbed hold of the slit at the back of the bodysuit. The suit itself was made of a special material that allowed for easy movement and flexibility. Slowly, I began pulling the two sides apart so that there would be enough room for me to get inside.
As I sat down in the chair, I began sliding my right leg into one of the muscular legs. They were tight but not uncomfortable. As I pulled them up over my thigh, I could feel the skin stretching slightly as it moved up my leg. This was going to be so fucking hot!
I continued moving my left leg into the second leg until both feet were on the ground. Next, I positioned my shaft to the built-in dick and slid my arms into the sleeves. My biceps bulged with each movement.
Standing up, I took a few steps forward, feeling the incredible strength of my legs against my skin. I flexed my arm, watching the veins pulsate under the surface. I couldn’t help but smile at my new, sexy body.
Finally, I put on the built-in mask that resembled the handsome face of a Latino model.
As I slid it over my head, I felt the soft material conform to the contours of my face.
Once the mask was fully secured, the ’Heddon’ app on my phone opened up.
In order for the bodysuit to work properly, it needed to be activated. I selected “Start Sealing” and watched as the screen filled with images of the process.
Suddenly, there was a click, and the suit began to seal shut around me. I felt the muscles of my legs begin to tingle as they fused with the suit.
My thighs and calves became more defined as the skin tightened around them. The same sensation spread across my chest and shoulders, making them bulge outward. My arms seemed to grow larger as the suit conformed to my muscles.
Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the suit fully integrated with my body, leaving no trace of its presence. It was as if I had become one with this sexy, lifelike skin.
With a grin, I stepped towards the mirror, admiring my reflection. The face staring back at me was that of a young, fit Hispanic man with broad shoulders and narrow hips.
“Welcome back,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror at my new reflection. “Diego.”
My jawline was strong and defined, giving me a masculine appearance. I flexed my biceps, showing off the definition in my arms.
I ran my hands over my hard chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. Then, I squeezed my pecs, enjoying the way they rippled beneath my touch.
I let my hands travel down to the bulge between my legs, squeezing it gently. My cock throbbed with excitement as I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with this body.
I picked up my phone, opened a dating app and messaged Jake using the Diego profile. We’d chatted a little bit on the app a few weeks earlier, and he seemed really interested in meeting up.
“Hey sexy,” I typed into the chat window. “Want to see some pics?”
A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a Reddit thread mentioning "Heddon: House of Transformation" — a service offering realistic bodysuits that promised an entirely new level of personal transformation. Intrigued yet skeptical, I clicked through.
The website was adorned with glossy images of transformations and detailed testimonials from users who spoke of life-altering experiences. Video demos showcased the suits’ incredible realism and functionality, portraying seamless transitions from person to suit.
Admittedly, the site and service were new, which did little to alleviate my skepticism. However, a promotional offer for first-time users—a significant discount on their first order—was enough to tip the scales.
Despite my initial doubts and the nagging thought that it could all be an elaborate scam, I decided to take the plunge with some disposable income I’ve set aside.
I ordered a customized bodysuit modeled after a muscular Latino—a physique and persona so starkly different from my own that it felt like it could only exist in fantasies.
When the package arrived, it included not just the bodysuit but also detailed instructions for using the accompanying "Heddon: House of Transformation" app.
The app, once downloaded, allowed me to control the bodysuit’s features, including the crucial sealing process which would integrate the suit seamlessly with my own body.
When I first donned my new Diego bodysuit a few nights ago, I created a fake profile on the dating app and got tons of messages but one message caught my attention— it was my gym buddy Jake.
“Hi there! You’re so hot and cute!” he wrote.
“Thank you! You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I responded.
We chatted for a bit, discussing our hobbies and interests. I told him that I was looking for someone to share my fetishes with, and that I loved wearing latex.
He responded quickly, saying that he was also interested in exploring his kinks and that he loved wearing leather and latex. Before long, we were messaging each other every night, sharing our deepest desires and fantasies.
A few days later, Jake asked me if I would be willing to come over to his apartment and have some fun. I agreed, excited to finally meet him in person.
“I’m so glad you’re coming over,” he wrote back. “I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”
Now, here I am, standing outside Jake’s apartment door, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I knocked on Jake's door and soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, revealing Jake standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Diego! Come in!” he says, grinning at me. I follow him into the apartment, and he shuts the door behind us.
Jake leans against the door, studying my body. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says. “I never imagined you would actually look like this.”
“Thanks. It feels good to finally be able to meet you in person,” I reply. Jake smiles and directs me toward the living room. I remove my jacket, revealing my tight black muscle shirt and latex pants.
Jake’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan. “Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he says, running his hands along my chest. His hand then slides down my chest and over my crotch. “And you’re hard.”
“I am,” I whisper. “You make me feel so horny.”
We sit down on the couch, and Jake pours us some drinks. “So, tell me more about yourself,” he says. “What kind of stuff do you like doing?”
“Well, I love wearing leather and latex,” I say. “And I love playing different characters. Sometimes I dress up as a superhero, sometimes as a villain. It really depends on my mood.”
“That’s cool,” Jake says. “Me too. I love wearing my costumes, especially when I’m out with friends. It helps me let loose and have fun.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I say. “Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself when you’re around other people, but when you’re in your costume, you can let go and be whoever you want to be.”
“Exactly,” Jake says, smiling. “It’s like a whole new world opens up when you put on a costume.”
Jake leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “And sometimes, they bring us closer to our true selves than we ever thought possible. Maybe because we feel safe behind the mask, we can express our true feelings.”
The air between us charges with an unspoken understanding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Have you ever felt that way? Like you’ve discovered something real about yourself through a character?”
Jake nods slowly, his gaze intensifying. “More often than you might think. Sometimes, it’s only when I'm someone else that I can express what I really feel... what I really want.”
I watch as he removes his towel, revealing his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he strokes himself slowly, looking straight into my eyes. The moment hangs heavy between us, laden with unvoiced desires.
Then, impulsively, Jake closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that feels like the culmination of our shared revelations. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths, as I moan softly and my fingers thread through Jake's soft hair.
Jake breaks away from our fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and longing for more. With a sultry grin, he stands up and begins to undress me, one piece at a time.
My excitement grows as he pulls my tight latex shirt over my head, exposing my toned chest and chiseled abs. He trails his fingers down my torso, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.
As Jake continues to undress me, his touch becomes increasingly intimate and sensual. He caresses my skin, grazing his fingertips along my shoulders, arms, and sides. I lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands linger on my skin.
Finally, Jake reaches my pants and skillfully slips them down my legs, revealing my matching black briefs. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of me in my underwear, before slowly removing them as well. Standing before him completely naked, I feel exposed yet empowered by his admiration.
Jake's eyes sparkle with lust as he looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
My heart races as he bends down to press his lips against my chest, trailing kisses down to my abdomen. His hands explore my body, massaging my muscles and stroking my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me.
Just as I start to drift into blissful oblivion, Jake abruptly stops. I open my eyes to find him looking intently into my eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
"What's wrong?" I ask, confused by the sudden pause.
"Come with me," he murmurs. "I have something I want to show you. It’s my private collection."
He then gestured to a door at the end of the hall. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the room.
Entering, I gasped in surprise at the sight. Scattered all over the room were several realistic bodysuits, each one more impressive than the last.
While pretending to be amazed, I wondered if Jake realized I was wearing a fake body.
Jake grinned. "My job has its perks," he explained. "I'm a beta tester for 'Heddon', so I get access to their entire collection."
"This is amazing," I remarked, feigning ignorance. My hands ran over one of the suits. "What are these things and how do they work?"
"Don't pretend you don't know," Jake chuckled. "You may think you're fooling me, but you aren't."
He was right. Staring at him in disbelief, I asked, "What?... what do you mean?"
"It's not a secret," Jake replied. "These suits have a distinct smell, and I've gotten used to it. I know when someone is wearing one."
I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it any longer. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "You caught me. But please, don't tell anyone else. This is just between us."
"Of course," Jake nodded. "I understand."
He reached out and touched the side of my fake face. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing. I like the idea of someone else being able to take on a new identity for a while."
"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But seriously, why are you showing me all of these suits?"
Jake shrugged. "Since you're wearing one, I thought of wearing one as well," he suggested. "Maybe we can have a little role-play fun."
He then picked up a bodysuit that resembled a tanned male model with long hair. "Do you think this fits the bill?" he asked, holding it up.
I smirked and touched the bodysuit Jake had chosen. "Let's find out, shall we?"
A story about Bodysuits, Secret Agents and once in a lifetime chance. Feel free to suggest where the story should go next and the photos of hunky dudes that should accompany it 😁
I was sitting at home tucked away in my bedroom. Like every day after work I would come back, kick my boots off and take off the motorbike jacket. Hang away the helmet making sure it can dry up, cause no one like when the helmet gets too smelly. Then I’d take the pants off, heat myself a meal, head to the bedroom and would eat while watching some brainless Netflix show on my tablet.
While watching the show I’ve heard some commotion outside. I live in New York with my bedroom windows looking out into a back alley between two apartment buildings. From the 3rd floor I can still hear what’s happening outside, but fortunately I also get some sunlight and the noise isn’t as terrible as it would be somewhere lower down.
While I’ve looked outside I’ve noticed a well-built, dark haired guy who seemed like he was looking for something, or maybe rather someone. I’ve hid behind the curtain and continued looking. It doesn’t happen often to see a handsome dude in this area. And another biker too. He was holding his helmet in one hand and a duffel bag in another.
While still looking around, he continued walking down the back alley. He must have been walking towards his Ducati which was parked further down the road. To my surprise he stopped along the dumpster bins and threw in the big bag he was holding. I was already wondering how was he planning on taking that on the bike, but this solved that problem. It created another though. Why would he throw away a completely new bag full of stuff? I felt like I needed to investigate it.
I waited for him to mount the motorbike and ride away. I rushed downstairs to see what was in the bag he threw. Once I reached the bins I opened the one where the bag was supposed to be. And there it was, on top of some office papers and other recyclables. Too curious to not check I’ve unzipped the bag and got startled immediately. From the inside there was a handsome face staring at me with the eye sockets completely hollow… on one hand I was terrified, my heart was racing and I started sweating. On another though I got too curious to not look into this deeper I also felt something more that I couldn’t identify yet at that time. I zipped the bag back and rushed all the way to my apartment. It was heavy, almost as heavy as if there was an entire person folded inside….
As I was climbing the stairs my heart was racing. I’ve started to slowly realize what could this thing in the bag be and I felt my crotch starting to swell up. I’ve only seen things like that in movies and now it seems like I was in luck to find one of my own right below my block. I’ve finally reached my apartment, locked the door behind me and went into my room. I threw the duffle bag onto the bed and started staring at it for a good few seconds. I was wondering what was this all about and why did that dude throw away something so valuable.
I decided it’s now or never. I approached the bag and slowly unzipped it. Inside of it was what could only be described as a bodysuit resembling human skin… at this point I wasn’t terrified anymore, instead I was extremely aroused. The skin suit was of a hunky Mediterranean looking guy, with a chiseled strong featured face. His body was ripped and the muscles big. The suit seemed to be slightly thicker than expected and was retaining all the shapes really well. Upon touching the face a bit of air escaped trough the open mouth, nostrils and eyes, the smell was musky but also there was something chemical to it. Reminded me of glue in some ways. The skin was soft, and was bouncing a bit under my fingers touch. The closest material I’ve known that could resemble this was silicone, but this was something else. Softer and more resembling real skin than anything I’ve ever seen.
My dock was definitely enjoying all this as it was has as rock. I laid the suit down on the bed. It seemed to be exactly my height which I considered good luck. The guy definitely had a better physique than I did. I couldn’t wait to become that guy, as I instinctively knew what this bodysuit is for, but upon closer inspection I couldn’t find any zipper or anything that would allow me to enter it. I started looking for any hints inside the bag. Beside of the suit I’ve also found blue contact lenses and dentures which would give me a Hollywood smile. There was also a great looking gray suit, some really nice suede Chelsea boots. A wallet, with all ID’s issued to Chase Warrington, a smartphone, car keys and house keys. Seemed to me like there is a whole life hidden inside this bag but I still didn’t know why, and what for.
When I turned around to go and look at the suit again I’ve heard more noises outside. There was another guy walking out from the same exit. He was similarly built as the previous one except that this guy was blond and maybe a bit taller. He went straight to the bin, opened it froze when he didn’t see there what he was looking for. He started frantically searching the bin but the bag wasn’t there. As he started looking around I quickly hid behind the curtain and continued looking to make sure he leaves.
It was obvious now that the other guy left the bag for this one to pick up. It seems like they were onto something but I’ve foiled their plans. I suddenly started thinking that I might have pulled myself into some shady business and my stomach squeezed in stress. The guy outside took out his phone and started calling someone. He was yelling and gesticulating, after which he angrily hang up and rushed out of the alley. After waiting a bit more to make sure he isn’t coming back I turned around to face the bed.
I had a quick glance to see if I wasn’t maybe hallucinating it all but Chase was still there , waiting for me patiently. My hardon was instantly back as I got closer to the suit. With no more insights on how to put it on I started exploring it more vigorously. The only opening large enough to do anything was the mouth. I tried stretching it and it opened up significantly. I slid my hand into the suit and it was all covered with what seemed like a mix of sweat and slimy like glue. I sniffed what got captured on my hand and the smell was intense but not unpleasant, the suit was still slightly warmer than the ambient temperature so something told me it must have been worn quite recently.
I knew what I needed to do. Without further hesitation I took my clothes of, sat on the bed and put the bodysuit in front of me. I’ve stretched the mouth and put my feet in. The slimy substance inside made it easy to slide them all the way to Chase’s feet. I’ve adjusted my toes to go right into his and wiggled them to test the movement. The suit was still sliding against my skin, and it felt so good to know that I’m slowly disappearing inside this hunky guy.
I’ve pulled the suit up and got my legs fully in. Next to go in will be my cock and ass. Chase definitely didn’t skip any leg days and his quads, calves and ass looked extra perky. His cock was also a thing worth looking at. I’ve never been unhappy with mine, at 8 inches it was more than enough to give pleasure to anyone, but Chase’s was something else. At least 10 inches and extra thick, it felt like holding a pipe. Both the sheath and the balls were hollow inside and just waiting for my cock to invade them. I slowly slid it in feeling how well lubed up it is inside. My cock filled it out perfectly, almost as if the inside was based on a cast of my own.
I grabbed my new rocket and started throbbing it up and down. It seemed like there were some additional groves inside that kept my dick perfectly positioned but also provided additional pleasure. The whole experience was so arousing that I didn’t notice one significant change. I wasn’t able to move Chase’s skin against mine anymore. The glue started working its way and it sealed my legs completely inside of the bodysuit. I’ve looked back into the bag to see if there is any instruction available or any solvent that would allow me to later take it off but there was nothing.
Thinking what I should do, I decided to go ahead with putting the suit on and worry about the consequences later. This was my dream opportunity and I wasn’t going to spoil it by overthinking.
I continued pulling the suit up, the musky smell embracing me with each pull. My dick still extra hard was demanding some more attention. I knew though that this will be more fun after I complete the transformation. I started pushing my arms in, filling his every finger with mine, warm air escaping as I pushed further in. His hands were also bigger than mine, but it felt so natural to have them. The suit was heavy when I was holding it before, but now that it was embracing me and matching my every move I could barely feel its weight. The movement of the suit felt even more natural now, that the glue started setting in. I could feel the outline of all the muscles with my new hands.
I’ve looked at myself in the mirror and what I saw was like if all my wet dreams have combined into one and stood right there in front of me. Except it wasn’t someone else. It was me moving this Greek god-like body. The only thing that wasn’t matching yet was the face. I couldn’t complain about mine, I was attractive enough to be able to get laid with most of the guys I wanted to meet, but I knew that once I take his face on, no one would be able to resist me.
His face was embracing my neck with an unnaturally stretched gin looking like a human face hoodie hanging behind me. At this point I was so turned on I could blow my load any time. The warmth of the suit felt so natural, I thought that with this thickness I wouldn’t be able to feel anything on the inside, but it seems like this cosmic technology material was passing the feeling of touch much more than expected. I started playing with my monster sized cock again and it felt like I’m about to have the best jerk off of my entire life.
With one hand I continued playing with it while with the other I started sliding the slimy face onto mine. Slowly it was coming onto my head, looking like it’s abut devour me. Chase’s face less and less disfigured he started looking like a real person again. And just then with a final snap the face fell into place and I saw how it fits me almost perfectly, looking out his eyes I didn’t see myself anymore, I continued throbbing my cock being on the verge of climax, with final few adjustments the face felt perfectly aligned and as it started setting and gluing into mine I shot the biggest load of my entire life staining the mirror in front of me.
For a moment I completely zoned out, when I opened my eyes again and looked into the mirror, I couldn’t believe again what I’m seeing. The chiseled face, the body of a young Greek god. I smiled and touched my pecks. The confidence was oozing out of me. Still looking at myself I said:
-Hey there Chase, I think we will have some fun together
And to my surprise it wasn’t my voice that came out. It was deeper and more powerful than mine. The surprise quickly disappeared from my… our face, and a confident smirk appeared. One that someone seemed appropriate and matched this face perfectly. This seemed like a start of something great…
Nick found it weird that the doctor was calling him again for a check up, he had done one early that month and they normally don't do twice a month. But he had no choice in the matter, he was just a soldier.
"I'm feeling perfectly fine doctor, there's no need for another check up, also I'm out of duty tomorrow"
"Nonsense, It's very important that we keep track of the health of our soldiers, now stand on the scale over there please. We just want to make sure that you are ready to return to your family, I bet you must be really excited right?"
"Yes I am, Doctor, It's been a long time, can't wait to see my wife and kids back at home" He said getting on the scale.
The doctor's friendly expression changed drastically once Nick was standing on the scale with his back to him, now the doctor had a blank and emotionless expression. The doctor walked to his laptop on his table and pressed a key.
"My wife can't wait to see me back at home, and the kids are really...huh?" The soldier looked down at his feet confused, he could feel the scale vibrating beneath his feet, he tried to take his feet off the scale but he couldn't, his feet were stuck to the scale like a magnetic force was pulling them down "That's weird, I can't pull my feet off the scale, doctor?"
"Thank you for your service, Nick" It was all the Doctor said before pressing another key on the laptop.
"What? What is..." Before Nick could finish, he felt a strong electric shock run up from his feet and spread to the rest of his body, he could feel every cell in his body being hit by the eletrical charge. His body became rigid and he grunted for a few seconds, but then the humming of the scale stopped and he fell to the floor completely hollowed out. His hollow head on the floor with smoke coming out of his orifices.
The Doctor looked unfrazed at the lifeless bodysuit on the floor, actually, he looked even bored with the whole event.
"You can come out now, your new skin is ready" The doctor said and then the door opened and a humanoid alien entered the room. The white humanoid alien was wearing a visibly worn out and torn open human skin, it was very damaged with holes and scratches, and was also missing half the face, under the skin it displayed the alien true form, a white gelatinous goo.
"It was a shame that your last human skin was damaged in battle, you're always so careless with your skins. The General was furious." Said the Doctor.
"I know, I will be more carefull this time" The Alien said looking at the skinsuit lying on the floor, suddenly his true white form started to melt, hollowing out his current damaged skin, his gelatinous form crawled on the floor in the direction of Nick's skin and started to enter through the holes in his head, mouth, eyes, nose, ears, soon the hollow body of Nick started to inflate and gain life, Nick's flat muscles started to get bigger to their full power. The alien was filling every part of Nick with It's slimy form, filling it like a balloon.
After a few seconds he stood up in his new human body, Nick's eyes were completely white with the gelatin alien body underneath, but they quickly started to turn into normal human eyes, now identical to Nick's eyes.
"Do you have any new assignments for me Doctor?"
"No, actually this was his last week of service before his break, you're going back to his family tomorrow"
"Are you serious? It's so boring to pretend to be a husband and a dad, You know I like the action, I want to go into combat!"
"Sorry, but I'm just following orders from the General." The Doctor said grabbing the deteriorated human skin from the floor and looking at it with a disgusted expression. "This was your fourth skin only this year" The doctor then threw the human suit inside a garbage chut on the wall, then he closed it "That's why we chose Nick to be your next skin. The General thinks it's better for you to spend some time out of combat. I know It's not fun to have to pretend to be our skins, but I guess it will be good for you to relax a little, besides you don't have to act exactly like Nick, you just have to not act too much out of character"
"Is being fucked by men too out of character for this hunky skin?" The soldier asked with a devious smile, looking at the doctor with hungry eyes.
"As long as his wife doesn't find out..." The doctor said dropping his pants to the floor, exposing the jockstrap he was wearing.
They both started to make out as Nick groped and squeezed the doctor's big package. Nick dropped to his knees and lowered the Doctor's jockstrap and was in awe to what he saw.
"Wow, your skin is so freaking hung!"
"He used this thing on a lot of women, but I didin't used it in a long time"
"Fill it up, I want to see how big it when completely filled"
The doctor member started to inflate like a modelling balloon in a fraction of seconds.
Nick then started to suck it while he jerked his own hard member. A few minutes later Nick was lying on the doctor's table with his burly legs up being roughly fucked by the doctor's thick cock.
"How is my health, doctor?" Asked Nick with a grin while having his hole stretched by the doctor's big member.
"You're fine... really fine. You are free to go to your new family. Just don't forget to smile and say sentimental words when you see them, like how much you missed them"
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Monthly Report:
Doctor, I'm having a blast in Nick's skin, you were right, I needed a break from all the action, I can have as much action in here with a body like this, I lost count of how many guys fucked me already. Apart acting like a gay slut in the shadows, his wife and kids don't even suspect their beloved husband and daddy is just a skin now. I guess I'm doing a good job as Nick.
That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied.
Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding.
Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years.
Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place.
Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated.
If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)
#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)
#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)
#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)
#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)
#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)
I woke up, eyes still closed. I could see the light through my eyelid so it had to be morning. I felt how my senses slowly awakened as I felt no blanket above me. I squirmed around trying to grab the blanket when I felt something else. My hands were tied on my back as well as my legs and I wasnt laying in my bed but on a cold floor. I finally opened my eyes to see that I was laying on the wooden floor of my bedroom.
I tried to remember the last things that happened to me last night.
I know that I came home from work, I wanted to take off my uniform but then everything went dark. I dont know what happened after that.
I tried to move around the floor, looking for clues as I heard someone coming closer.
A man kneeled down in front of me, wearing my police uniform.
"What the fu-", I screamed and he quickly pushed a ballgag into my mouth.
"Shush.", he said. "Do you remember me?"
I looked in his face and I recognised him. He was the guy I gave a speeding ticket yesterday. He drove way to fast as I stopped him with my cruiser.
"Good. You recognise me, I can see it in your eyes.", he continued. "You know, from the moment I saw you, I wanted to be you."
I tried to talk to him but the ballgag muffled all of my words.
"The sight of your form fitting uniform hugging your muscular body burned itself into my brain alongside your young, handsome face. And I can tell you, that it doesnt look to bad on my body either."
He turned around to give me a good look.
"Because of the few questions I asked I knew the block where you lived and thanks to your name tag on your uniform I just had to search for the right doorbell. Than I rang the doorbell from your neighbor who let me in and I waited for you to come home.", he continued. "Now I'm the cop as I'm wearing your uniform but it isnt completely the same as my face isnt as handsome as yours. Thats why I made this."
He pulled out of his pocket a small bottle with a milky liquid. He walked around me and sat down on my legs. He slapped my ass before he spread my cheeks to pour the liquid around my hole.
"Thank you for wearing a jockstrap officer Colt, it helps alot 'jock boy'.", I heard him whisper.
I felt how he rubbed the slimey liquid into my skin with his gloved hands. After some minutes I felt a warm sensation where he rubbed the liquid on my skin. Thats when I heard him open the belt of my uniform and the zipper of the pants.
Without a warning he shoved his dick up my ass. It hurt so much that I let out a scream, muffled by the ballgag.
He clung to my body like a used gum to the sole of a boot. His arms went around my torso. His gloved hands pinched my nipples as if his life depends on it. He wrapped his legs around mine, rubbing my patrol boots against my socked feet. And then he started thrusting. The sound of flesh pounding filled the room and I could hear his heavy breaths in my ear as his head laid on my shoulder.
Suddenly I felt an otherworldy sensation, the man had tickled my prostate and it felt awesome. I felt how my dick got hard in my jockstrap as it leaked pre-cum.
I felt how his breathing quickened as he straightened up and his dick got even harder before I felt how my ass got more wet and somewhat slimey.
The man was cumming in me!
After that he collapsed back onto me, panting heavily. It took only a few seconds before I noticed that something was changing.
My jockstrap got tighter before it ripped and the belly of the men, pressing against my back disappeared. I felt how it turned into hard muscles. His pecs grew as well as his legs. In return my belly started to feel fuller.
The man stood up and I heard how he zipped up and closed the belt.
He turned me around onto my back. I expected to see the man again but I was looking at myself, filling out the uniform perfectly.
I tried to scream but the ballgag still turned it into a slight muffle.
"I'm now officer Colt.", he said with my voice.
I looked down at my body to see in shock that my hard worked abs and pecs were gone. Instead I now had a slight belly with full grey hair.
"There is just one more thing I have to do.", he continued.
He pulled out the bottle again and used the last few drops of liquid to smear them on my lips. He removed the ballgag and I wanted to scream and shout at him but I couldnt.
"I'll now copy your memories.", he said.
He pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I almost gagged.
It didnt take long and he pulled away.
"Thank you officer Ryan Colt.", he said with a grin.
He picked me up and locked me up in my own basement.
From time to time he shows me pics of himself as me hanging out with my friends and collegues in uniform while he feeds me. I often remember that day when I got robbed of my own life by a man whose definitely older than me who just wanted to be a young handsome cop. And he succeded.
"Your assignment: Assume the identity of a high-profile businessman and fitness guru with deep connections to the underworld elite.
Your objective: Infiltrate a high-stakes bodybuilding event where one of the underworld's most influential figures, deeply involved in a clandestine affair, is about to take center stage. A complete physical transformation is your only cover."
On the surface, his existence seems so different from mine. He's deeply entrenched in the world of luxury, surrounded by the glitter and glamour of the upper class.
I lead a life of shadows and secrecy, a chameleon in the backdrop of society. While he basks in the spotlight, I thrive in the darkness.
Yet, as I become more familiar with his life, I realize that beneath the facades, we're not so dissimilar. We both wear masks, albeit of different kinds.
He portrays an image of power and wealth, and I craft identities to delve into the hidden realms of espionage. We're both performers, navigating the stage of our own making, just on opposite sides of the curtain.
Within the covert operations division, our team constituted a rare breed, masters of disguise, each possessing an exceptional talent for the craft of metamorphosis.
We shared an unspoken bond born from the countless secrets we held and the trust we placed in one another.
The intricately crafted muscle suit lay before me like a silent partner in this clandestine masquerade. I'd done this countless times before, but the excitement and tension of the moment never ceased to grip me.
This moment brings a complex blend of emotions to my entire body.
There's the weight of responsibility, knowing that I must seamlessly become another person, thinking, speaking, and moving as they do.
But there's also the thrill of the challenge, the adrenaline rush that comes with immersing myself in a persona utterly distinct from my own.
As I slipped into the suit, the material stretched and molded to my physique. My hands found their way to the attached silicone gloves. The snug fit accentuated every contour, making me look more sculpted than ever.
My team of ingenious innovators had left no stone unturned to make the muscle suit as lifelike as humanly possible. Their unwavering dedication shone through in the meticulous attention to detail.
My pulse quickened with anticipation as the muscles subtly inflated, intensifying the illusion of strength and confidence.
With every stroke, the skilled hands erased my facial hair, and I could almost sense a new identity taking shape.
The skintone had been impeccably matched, with the paintwork skillfully blending the boundary between reality and artifice.
I marveled at their exceptional precision as they carefully placed the snow-white silicone prosthetic skin onto my scalp, deftly concealing the intricate details at the rear.
Each brushstroke they applied infused the blank canvas with a spectrum of shades and tones, gradually merging it with the flesh-colored muscle suit.
The cap clung to my scalp, obscuring any hint of my natural hair. Their unparalleled expertise accomplished an astounding feat, vanquishing visible seams and ensuring a flawless integration with the rest of the suit.
As I rose to my feet, I could feel the muscles discreetly swelling, enhancing my size and making me appear more imposing. Enthralled by this transformation, I locked my gaze onto the mirror, realizing that, except for my own face, the reflection before me resembled that of a complete stranger.
The next phase was even more unsettling. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable, yet excited, as I closed my eyes and immersed myself in embodying the fitness guru's charisma and unwavering drive for power.
Seated before the vanity, I felt the cool touch of silicone on my skin. With each prosthetic piece, I watched myself morph into the figure whose aura and allure I admired and now emulated.
My own features were vanishing, slowly replaced by the chiseled jawline, pronounced cheekbones, and the perfectly shaped nose.
Each adjustment, every little tweak, brought me closer to becoming the fitness influencer I needed to become.
The transformation has reached its halfway point, yet I can't shake the persistent unease that lingers within me. Something feels awry, lacking in authenticity.
This void echoes the emptiness I've felt in past impersonations. The team is well aware of this predicament, which motivated them to develop a new technology aimed at resolving the issue. Although they conducted numerous beta tests, this marks the first field trial.
I stood from my chair and began to don the silicone muscle pants, preparing myself for the next step.
The pants appeared remarkably sophisticated, quite different from the silicone muscle pants I had initially envisioned. Nevertheless, the team assured me that this unique design was intentional, tailored to fulfill its specific purpose.
As I settled into a sleek, state-of-the-art machine, they assured me that it would serve as the catalyst for the forthcoming comprehensive transformation. The team then delved into an explanation of the pants' fabric and the silicone prosthetic pieces they had attached, emphasizing their integration with nanites.
They elaborated on how these minuscule marvels were precisely programmed to discern the unique contours and characteristics of my body, thereby enabling the seamless fusion of the material with my own skin. This intricate process would ensure an astonishingly lifelike and untraceable metamorphosis.
The machine enclosed around my waist with a gentle yet firm embrace. I could feel its mechanisms hum to life as it began its work. A warm, viscous liquid began to flow from the machine's hidden nozzles, gently cascading down my legs and torso.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if I were being submerged in a pool of liquid silk. I watched, my heart racing, as the substance encased my legs and torso. It was as if the nanites and the liquid skin were in perfect harmony, dancing a choreography that was breathtaking to experience.
The machine released me, and I fell forward, landing on my hands and knees. The ground was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat that surged within me. As I struggled to regain my footing, I realized that I was sweating, my skin tingling with life.
My skin glistened with sweat as the nanites engulfed my whole body. My senses were on fire as the second skin adapted to the shape of my own body, molding itself to me with an almost sentient understanding. I could feel the air against my skin as I breathed deeply, savoring the newfound sensations.
I stood on my feet, and a tidal wave of power surged through my veins—a breathtaking rush of unearthed strength that sent shivers of exhilaration cascading down my spine. I was utterly captivated by the profound transformation I had undergone.
It was as though this second skin had reshaped the core of my existence. It was no longer just a disguise; it had become a part of my own being.
Overwhelmed by curiosity and newfound confidence, I couldn't resist the urge to explore my transformed physique.
As I flexed my thighs, I could feel their unearthed solidity, the sensation of unyielding strength resonating through my body. My legs, once unassuming and lean, now bore the weight of sculpted power.
Running my hands across my chest, I felt the hard contours beneath my fingers, swelling with a sense of pride. My pectoral muscles were now pronounced and firm. I couldn't resist running my fingers over the chiseled ridges of my new washboard abs.
With each movement, I admired the pronounced biceps and triceps, each muscle responding to my command. Flexing my forearms, the veins stood out like a roadmap of my uncovered power.
I had truly become the living embodiment of the role I was about to play.
With the transformation complete, I am reborn in the shadows, ready to dance into the abyss of intrigue and danger, playing my part in a game where trust is a currency of uncertainty, and the truth remains veiled forever.
“Down! Get down and don’t move!” shouted Diego while pointing a gun at me. He quickly locked my apartment door to make sure that I can’t escape.
“No, please don’t this!” I pleaded. “I’ll give you anything you want just don’t shoot me!”
“Too late! The boss wants you dead, and I’m taking over your place now.”
As soon as my hand touches the ground, the robotic blow pipe I installed on the ceiling shoots a dart on Diego’s neck. Unbeknownst to Diego, I was expecting him to do this after luring him to my apartment. He thought he can knock me out with one blow but I prepared something more sinister.
Diego now lies on the ground, paralyzed. Too bad it’ll be over for him soon. It’s clear that the boss no longer trusts Mr. Morales, so I should use a different persona.
The truth is I’m not really the fat, bald Mr. Morales. The real Mr. Morales died a few days ago. I’m just using a duplicate of his skin to pass as him.
I slowly approached Diego and touched his face. His eyes were evident of the paralyzing agent’s potent. I gave a dirty smirk as my hand made its way down to his beefy chest.
“Soon this will be mine.”
I quickly stripped his clothes, took off the doppelganger mask from the cabinet then placed it on Diego’s unconscious face. It was satisfying to watch the black liquid ooze from the mask and covered his entire body. This process will take a while to finish.
The doppelganger mask is an artifact that creates a skinsuit out of anyone who wears it. I’ve been using it to create skinsuits of people I want to impersonate. The skinsuits are very lifelike when worn, but their effect only lasts for a day. If not removed within 24 hours, the skin will begin to sag, which destroys the entire illusion.
Now it’s time for me to take off the Morales suit.
I removed all my clothes and gently pressed my two hands into my face. I massaged my face eight times, and a slit began forming at the side of my neck. I used my fingers to widen the slit and started pulling down the opening of the neck-entry suit.
Stretching the neck to pull out my body was challenging. The suit appeared durable but felt hard as I squeezed out of it. I only relaxed when the breeze of fresh air entered my sweaty skin. After a few minutes, I managed to take off my legs from the lower half body component then placed it on the sofa for later use.
This skinsuit is divided into two components, the upper half is the facemask, and the lower half is the rest of the body. The mask was easy to remove, but at the same time, agonizing since it was intensely glued on my face. Once done, I placed it right next to the body.
At that time, the black liquid began returning to the doppelganger mask. The process is almost finished.
I retrieved the doppelganger mask and placed it on a mannequin with a featureless face. Another liquid seeps out of the mask, and this time, it’s not black but flesh-colored.
The liquid covered the whole mannequin to form a muscular body. Hair began poking out on different sides, which made it look like a real person. In no time, I was staring at an exact replica of a Diego. His robust chest and rock-hard abs were every skinny guy’s envy. The thought of possessing his body excited me even further. I removed the suit from the mannequin and examined it for the opening. One interesting fact about the doppelganger mask is that every skinsuit it creates has different entry points. The Morales suit’s entry was through the neck while this one’s at the back with a zipper on it.
I stretched out the back opening and slid my legs to conform to the muscular legs. My cock struggled a bit in fitting with the artificial one attached to the skinsuit as this one’s larger. Nevertheless, I know this won’t be a problem soon after donning the whole suit. I slipped the rest of my body into the light-skinned suit and went to the nearby mirror to study my new physique.
It’s not perfect yet as I can still see the uneven skin tones near the eyes and the saggy parts of the skin. I looked like a slightly fatter version of Diego at this point.
The real magic happens right after I zipped up the back opening. I love this part of the transformation as the suit becomes tighter and carries an arousing sensation. The back zipper merged with the skin and left no trace, and the small cock I had now matched the synthetic dick.
My face began swelling and started to feel firmer as I stare at the mirror. I felt my body inside the suit started to contract and conform to the muscular pecs, ripped abs, and brawny arms.
Minutes later, I was no longer looking at an altered version of Diego. It was Diego’s reflection himself.
It’s time to execute the next phase of my plan. I know the rest of the henchmen will come to this apartment within an hour, so I wasted no time in putting the real Diego into the Morales suit. They will think he is the real Morales and will drown him in the nearby river. He won’t be able to fight back due to the strong sedative I injected.
As for the boss, he won’t expect that this new assistant will be his downfall. Revenge is sweet when your target comes unprepared.
“Down! Get down and don’t move!” shouted Diego while pointing a gun at me. He quickly locked my apartment door to make sure that I can’t escape.
“No, please don’t this!” I pleaded. “I’ll give you anything you want just don’t shoot me!”
“Too late! The boss wants you dead, and I’m taking over your place now.”
As soon as my hand touches the ground, the robotic blow pipe I installed on the ceiling shoots a dart on Diego’s neck. Unbeknownst to Diego, I was expecting him to do this after luring him to my apartment. He thought he can knock me out with one blow but I prepared something more sinister.
Diego now lies on the ground, paralyzed. Too bad it’ll be over for him soon. It’s clear that the boss no longer trusts Mr. Morales, so I should use a different persona.
The truth is I’m not really the fat, bald Mr. Morales. The real Mr. Morales died a few days ago. I’m just using a duplicate of his skin to pass as him.
I slowly approached Diego and touched his face. His eyes were evident of the paralyzing agent’s potent. I gave a dirty smirk as my hand made its way down to his beefy chest.
“Soon this will be mine.”
I quickly stripped his clothes, took off the doppelganger mask from the cabinet then placed it on Diego’s unconscious face. It was satisfying to watch the black liquid ooze from the mask and covered his entire body. This process will take a while to finish.
The doppelganger mask is an artifact that creates a skinsuit out of anyone who wears it. I’ve been using it to create skinsuits of people I want to impersonate. The skinsuits are very lifelike when worn, but their effect only lasts for a day. If not removed within 24 hours, the skin will begin to sag, which destroys the entire illusion.
Now it’s time for me to take off the Morales suit.
I removed all my clothes and gently pressed my two hands into my face. I massaged my face eight times, and a slit began forming at the side of my neck. I used my fingers to widen the slit and started pulling down the opening of the neck-entry suit.
Stretching the neck to pull out my body was challenging. The suit appeared durable but felt hard as I squeezed out of it. I only relaxed when the breeze of fresh air entered my sweaty skin. After a few minutes, I managed to take off my legs from the lower half body component then placed it on the sofa for later use.
This skinsuit is divided into two components, the upper half is the facemask, and the lower half is the rest of the body. The mask was easy to remove, but at the same time, agonizing since it was intensely glued on my face. Once done, I placed it right next to the body.
At that time, the black liquid began returning to the doppelganger mask. The process is almost finished.
I retrieved the doppelganger mask and placed it on a mannequin with a featureless face. Another liquid seeps out of the mask, and this time, it’s not black but flesh-colored.
The liquid covered the whole mannequin to form a muscular body. Hair began poking out on different sides, which made it look like a real person. In no time, I was staring at an exact replica of a Diego. His robust chest and rock-hard abs were every skinny guy’s envy. The thought of possessing his body excited me even further. I removed the suit from the mannequin and examined it for the opening. One interesting fact about the doppelganger mask is that every skinsuit it creates has different entry points. The Morales suit’s entry was through the neck while this one’s at the back with a zipper on it.
I stretched out the back opening and slid my legs to conform to the muscular legs. My cock struggled a bit in fitting with the artificial one attached to the skinsuit as this one’s larger. Nevertheless, I know this won’t be a problem soon after donning the whole suit. I slipped the rest of my body into the light-skinned suit and went to the nearby mirror to study my new physique.
It’s not perfect yet as I can still see the uneven skin tones near the eyes and the saggy parts of the skin. I looked like a slightly fatter version of Diego at this point.
The real magic happens right after I zipped up the back opening. I love this part of the transformation as the suit becomes tighter and carries an arousing sensation. The back zipper merged with the skin and left no trace, and the small cock I had now matched the synthetic dick.
My face began swelling and started to feel firmer as I stare at the mirror. I felt my body inside the suit started to contract and conform to the muscular pecs, ripped abs, and brawny arms.
Minutes later, I was no longer looking at an altered version of Diego. It was Diego’s reflection himself.
It’s time to execute the next phase of my plan. I know the rest of the henchmen will come to this apartment within an hour, so I wasted no time in putting the real Diego into the Morales suit. They will think he is the real Morales and will drown him in the nearby river. He won’t be able to fight back due to the strong sedative I injected.
As for the boss, he won’t expect that this new assistant will be his downfall. Revenge is sweet when your target comes unprepared.
Bodysuits, Secret Agents and once in a lifetime chance
Part 1 can be found here: https://spareface.tumblr.com/post/667001088186220544/being-chase-pt1
My face already matched the one on all the ID’s and I started to feel like I truly am Chase, but I knew there is more to put on to transform me completely. I’ve reached for the box with dentures and opened it. It seemed like those have been worn too. I’ve tried putting them on but they didn’t fit. Fortunately the box had instruction printed on, and all I had to do was to heat them up to make them malleable again. Once soft I’ve slide them into my mouth and adjusted around my own teeth. In just a moment they started looking like my own.. or rather exactly like Chases.
Now was time to look for some more clues on Chase’s identity. Most importantly I needed to know why pretty much his entire life was stuffed into that one duffle bag. I’ve grabbed his cellphone and started wondering how should I even unlock it. The answer came rather quickly, one glance at it and FaceID worked its magic. If I was able to trick face scanning algorithms I should be having quite high chances in tricking anyone into believing I’m chase if I stumble across someone that recognizes me.
Now I just needed to find something useful on his phone. I’ve browsed trough his email, Facebook, messages and contacts. It seems that he’s quite a high positioned banker, single and definitely a player. Not being picky with gender it seems at least as long as his partner for the night is sexy. This was getting me extremely excited, not only was I in the body of one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in my entire life. He was also loaded. Or maybe I should say that I was loaded?
I’ve continued looking for more clues, and then I stumbled across an app I didn’t recognize. Called HQCell it had a logo combining a DNA helix and an outline of a face. I’ve tried opening it but it asked my for an additional code to authenticate. I had no idea what to put it so I continued browsing. When I opened notes I’ve discovered one more clue, and something that should help me to settle comfortably into chases life. There was a home address written down, together with the pin code to the apartment’s door. It seemed a little bit weird that anyone would need to write down their apartment address and pin code, but I didn’t give this a second thought at that time.
There was one final thing to put on to make me look exactly like Chase. The contact lenses were blue in color and had a very thin honeycomb structure in them, one that was visible only at a certain angle. Without hesitation I started putting them on. This step would probably have been easier with my own fingers, but to my surprise his fingers weren’t any less nimble than mine. I’ve always struggled a bit with putting contacts on, and my only practice was during Halloween, so this took more time than I wanted. After the second lens set itself firmly in place I blinked and looked into the mirror. With those piercing blue eyes I could not recognize myself anymore. I was Chase and there was no denying that. It seemed that my dick also thought so as it started raising again.
Right then when I was ready to play with my member again, the lenses have lit up and started displaying some data. This was more freaky than I care to admit. So this was why they had the honeycomb pattern, must be for the electronics inside. On the side of my vision I’ve had a few options displayed informing me about what the lenses are capable of. At the moment only the face ID function was on. To test it I’ve looked into the mirror, a soft glowing box appeared around my face, and below the lenses have displayed: Chase Warrington, 37, Bi.
Wow, this can come in handy, knowing anyone’s name, age and orientation must be making picking people up in bars a breeze. I already thought of the possibilities this will give me in the future. All of this has started looking more and more like some weird mission impossible stuff and I wasn’t planning on giving up on the fun that would offer me.
I decided to skip the next jerk off and save some of my juice for later. I reached for the underwear and socks, followed by a white shirt and the finely a well-fitting grey suit. Last piece was the suede monk shoes that fit my feet perfectly. The imprint inside was exactly like if those were my shoes. One look into the mirror and I knew that I’m ready to conquer the world. I’ve put my wallet, cellphone and keys into my pocket and headed outside.
I clicked the button on the remote attached to the car keys and a soft beep sounded from the carpark nearby. I continued clicking the button until I was able to locate the car. Ford Mustang, nice. Not only I looked great and had impeccable style but also a testosterone fueled car. Couldn’t wait to see how does Chase’s house look like. I’ve entered the address into google maps and followed its directions.
After parking the car nearby I walked to the location getting smiles from all sorts of people on the way. My model like face and a Hollywood smile really do make some heads turn. Remembering how I look like and knowing that devilish smile is on my face, I was getting hard again. It won’t be easy to be Chase while being turned on all the time. Once I got to place I was standing in front of a brownstone house. I’ve looked around and after making sure that there are no people looking at me strangely I’ve walked up the stairs and entered the pin code into the lock on the front door.
The door opened with a short buzz and I quickly entered inside. Until now I was too excited to be even remotely careful and I was starting to realize how stupid of me all of it was. What if the guys from the alley will show up and start question me? What if this is not actually my house? I decided to pretend like everything is ok and quickly yelled
-Hello, is anyone there?
After listening to absolute silence for the next 15 seconds I proceeded to enter the house. I was too deep in and too excited to not explore the rest of Chases life.. my life. The house was spacious and decorated in a modern manly fashion with whites, grays and blacks. On my right was a wardrobe and a shoe cabinet that I decided to quickly explore. It was immediately obvious that Chase not only has money, he also knows how to dress.
The wardrobe was full of high quality jackets, and the shoe cabinet had plenty of formal shoes and boots options matching any suit colors. To my surprise there were also a few sets of motorbike leathers and boots. I decided to give them a quick sniff and wasn’t disappointed with what I smelled. So that’s going to be my own smell now.
I continued into the living room on the ground floor. Nothing unusual there, in fact it didn’t look like anyone was really ‘living’ there. The room and the kitchen were just too pristine and too perfect. But maybe that’s how things are when you’re a mid 30’s single banker. You just eat outside with your friends and never worry about cooking or cleaning. Damn he probably even has cleaning staff. Or should I say we have some cleaning staff? I wasn’t so separated from Chase anymore but I still had moments when I didn’t think of myself as of him.
I walked over to the staircase and climbed to the first floor where I was greeted by two spacious bedrooms sharing a common bathroom. Again nothing unusual here except maybe of some leathers in Chases wardrobe. Was he kinky or was it just for show? There was just one more floor to explore, the attic. I went upstairs only to be surprised by a heavy metal door with a fingerprint scanner. Not thinking much I’ve put my finger in. The scanner beeped, flashed green light, and the door gave way to reveal something of a study.
There was a desk and a computer with multi-screen setup in the middle. With a big wardrobe taking the entire back wall of the room, there was also something that resembled a vanity mirror and a makeup station by the wall close to the wardrobe. Too curious not to check everything I opened the wardrobe and jumped away immediately as a few faces were staring at me with empty eyeholes from within the opening.
I quickly realized that those were not just some random faces, but more of my own. Chase Warrington was there staring at me, or rather blaming me with his hollow eyes for not wearing him now. I came closer and touched the suits. They were the same as the one I was wearing now, maybe just a bit more grey and slightly less lifelike. Beside of full suits there were also a few masks with just the bibs, some gloves and feet. Looked like they were options for when it wasn’t practical to put the full suit on?
I was just about to grab on of the masks to give it a closer look when I heard a gun safety being unlocked behind my head. How did anyone get in here without making any sound? I should have closed the study’s door behind me, at least I would have heard the scanner’s beep. It was too late for that now though. I raised my hands up and slowly turn around, my heart racing.
I don’t really know what was I expecting, and why was I so reckless. In my entire life I’ve always played safe. This suit has changed everything. I guess I wanted to put it on and explore his life so much that I forgot about any precautions. I got caught like a 3 year old stealing cookies from a cookie jar.
After I turned enough to see whose in front of me my face turned pale (or at least the one underneath Chases mask). In front of me was standing the same guy who was looking for the bag in the back alley. The one that stormed off after having a heated conversation with someone.
-I can see that you’ve found my bag Chase… or should I call you something else, a thief would probably suit you…
His voice was deep and smooth but piercing cold
-I should be inside of that suit right now! You have no idea how much you’ve fucked up…
He shouted into my face. With my hands still in the air, and my own skin clearly sweating inside of Chase I said:
-Look man, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I saw that other dude drop a big bag in the bin and I just had to see what’s inside. I didn’t mean to…
-Shut the fuck up! I need to fix this quick. I need to get you out of that suit, the mission is too important to risk having some noob fuck it up.
-Wait, what are you talking about… this sounds like some mission impossible kinda shit…
And while I was saying that I noticed that my dick started getting hard again. Fuck this was so fucked up, here I am close to my death and yet I get turned on. I quickly glanced at my tight suit pants which he didn’t leave unnoticed
-Ohhh, so I see now why you couldn’t stop yourself you freak. You get turned on by all this. The sweaty suits we have to wear all day long to save your sorry faces from the terror threat is some weird sort of fetish to you…
He stepped closed to me and looked into my eyes. His eyes were green, he smelled of musky, manly cologne, sweat and had a hint of gasoline on him. With blond hair and proportional face he was definitely on the handsome side. Instead of getting scared I got even harder. That’s when he grabbed my dick and said:
-There is one way to make the glue come off faster, normally it would hold for at least 24 hours, but since we don’t have that much time…
His mouth now just inches away from mine, his warm breath was hitting my nostrils
-…and I was always curious to see how would it feel to fuck the hunkiest banker in town. See, I normally don’t get to be Chase, he’s reserved for other agents but it seems like something good will come out of your fuckup in the end
A smirk come up to his face while he started undoing his belt still holding his gun to my face. Fuck, I was terrified and aroused like I’ve never been before…
-Undo your belt and pull down your pants. Let’s see how you’ll like what I’m about to give you.
With my life at stake I started taking off my belt. I was just getting comfortable in Chases shoes and it seems like I will loose it as quickly as I got it. I decided if this is the last of what I get out of Chase’s life I might as well enjoy it. I stopped for a moment and said:
-Listen, I don’t know why I did all this, it was just way too exciting, and being this hunk feels so fucking good. If that’s it for me I actually want to enjoy it
-What do you mean? – he said
-Like you said, I’m into this stuff. These bodysuits turn me on a lot, if You want to fuck, I’d be more than happy to, I won’t be trying anything funny, you can put down the weapon and we can just enjoy this.
He started laughing and said:
-You must be thinking I’m an idiot. Continue undressing.. actually take off everything, I want to see how Chase looks like under all those tight fitting clothes
I immediately obeyed and started undoing the shirt’s buttons. I took off the top, kicked off the shoes, which he grabbed and said more to himself than anything
-Damn, those are good. Why do I always get to be thugs while Mark spends half his life in this hunk?
I took of the pants and stood in front of him with just my briefs on. He looked down and said:
-OK this explains why he can fuck anyone he wants. Take those off too and lets have a closer look at this rocket
I slid the boxers off and was just standing there with a hard on, in front of a guy holding a gun to my face. This felt so unreal. Just a few hours ago I was watching Netflix on my bed and now I’m standing in someone else’s body, with a hard on in front of a thug.
He stepped closer and grabbed my dick with his big muscly hand. His pants and briefs already down, I started seeing his dick growing hard as well. With the gun still close to my head, he moved his lips next to mine and started kissing me. A shiver run down my spine and I gasped. He moved slightly back and said:
-Damn, feels like kissing real skin, this technology is amazing. What do you think? – he asked me
-Yeah, I mean, I can’t believe that this is happening, not sure what you want me to say…
I started to be puzzled at what exactly is he expecting me to do
-Alright let me explain how it works. The glue sets in after you put the suit on and holds for 24 hours or more. Sweat breaks it down and usually that’s the most convenient way to take the suit off. We can help the process slightly if we get very sweaty in a short amount of time and add some solvent inside.
-Why won’t you just make me work out?
I said and gasped again when he squeezed my dick harder
-…and where would the fun in that be?
He started kissing me again and slid his tongue deeper into my throat. I’ve opened my eyes and noticed something I didn’t see before, his eyes had the same honeycomb pattern as the contact lenses I was wearing… does this me that…?
He pushed my head down and forced my head onto his dick. I opened my mouth and started working my way up and down. His cock was thick and juicy. In full erection now his shaft was perfectly formed. I closed my lips around it and started squeezing it more while I sucked on it. He let out a moan of pleasure and told me to continue.
I grabbed my cock. The size was much larger than what I’m used to and I got reminded I’m inside of a bodysuit of a total hunk. Just that thought gave me an additional wave of excitement. I spat on my hand and started working my hand around my (or should I say our?) shaft. “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I do, Chase!” I thought to myself and continued sucking on the thugs cock.
He then grabbed my face and pulled me upwards, he looked around my lips and with satisfaction said:
-It seems like it’s starting to work
He then pushed his finger in between the mask and my face. I started feeling how it invades the space between me and Chase and was separating us. He then took out his finger looked at me, put into his mouth, licked it and then said:
-You might not be the only freak here…
And with a smile he reached to his pants for a small vial. He opened it and poured half of the content into the opening he created between me and Chase. He then did the same from the other side of my mouth. After that he took off the rest of his clothes, reached to the drawer under the desk and took out some lube (seems like I’m not the only one jerking off in front of my computer)
He came back to me and said:
-Now we will have some real fun
He put down the gun and applied a generous amount of lube into his hand and worked it into his dick, my ass and my dick. While he was sliding his palm around my cock I moaned in pleasure. I know what was coming and was getting ready for it. He then started slowly entering me. Starting with Chases butt he moved his way deeper inside reaching mine. I relaxed and let him in, starting to feel how his massive cock is expanding me from the inside.
He began moving back and forth rhythmically while continuing to play with my cock. I’ve felt surprisingly much trough Chases skin. The groves inside his cock were giving me some extra pleasure. I was moaning in sync with the pulsating thumps I was receiving. Then I heard him say:
-How do you like it Chase? You probably never thought you’d be getting fucked by me. It would be so unlikely in the previous setup, but look at us now… You and me, best buddies.
Being addressed as Chase turned me on so much. I pushed myself deeper into his cock and grabbed mine with my own hands. He grabbed me by both my hips and started hammering me faster than before. I started feeling my sweat running all around my body still trapped between me and the bodysuit. Chases face slowly ungluing from mine.
We started moving in unison, both panting with every move we took. Getting closer and closer I started moaning in pleasure. He was getting close too, and with the last few moves he grabbed me by Chases hair, he pulled the mask and with a slurping sound it started coming of, stretching unnaturally, the last bits of glue giving up, and with one last slurp it slid off right when we both came in extasy. I shot my load onto the floor while he came in me. This was the best climax I have ever had in my entire life, for a moment I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe, I was just enjoying the moment, knowing I might never get an experience like that again.
He took out his dick. I slowly turned around still panting. My head all sweaty, my hair sticking to my face. The I reached out my open hand to him and said:
-Olivier, nice to meet you.
He smiled and replied:
-You’re still totally fucked man, don’t think you won’t be punished for what you’ve done
He then did something I wasn’t expecting. He pulled by his mouth and started stretching his face. Slowly a sweaty dark haired dude started emerging from inside the mask. The mouth gave up pretending it’s still a human and same like mine previously the mask came off with a slurping sound.
-Garrett, also nice meeting you.
He said, then reached out his hand have shaken mine while continuing talking
-Glad to know that you’re handsome on the inside of that suit. It feels better knowing it’s your sweat I’ll be wearing in a moment. Now take off the rest of the suit…
I turned around to look into the mirror. So this will be the last moment I’ll be feeling Chases big body on me. In the mirror I saw both of us naked, with human face “hoodies” around our necks….
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