CubeDice

Arts Addictor #Lovarian - six shelves - Rescue Story

[cinaedefuri2]

The Jock Pod

“Sweet, I’m in!” Mickey said quietly to himself as the doors to the lab whooshed open. Unlike most labs on campus, this one was locked and unavailable unless you were working with one of the tenured science professors or the school’s scientist-in-residence. Mickey was a naturally inquisitive young man, and the secret of the lab drove him to stay up late at night coding a program that would allow him to enter the lab undetected. He knew he couldn’t go down the easy route of asking the dean of the college, as she made no exceptions for who was allowed into the lab.

He confidently entered the lab, knowing the scientists and students would be sleeping in their beds right now, and the program made it so that no silent alarms were tripped and all “booby traps” were taken offline. As Mickey explored the lab, he was a bit disappointed. It certainly had a high-tech feel to it, but it was something that he might encounter in one of the college’s other labs. He was about to give up when he peeked around one corner of the lab, and what he saw shocked him.

It was a pod-like device, large enough to fit most humans. There were a number of sticky notes on the machine itself, and documents scattered on the floor in front of it. Mickey quickly read most of them over, and discovered that this machine would give him a jock bodysuit! It was something out of an erotica he loved to read, and the science behind it actually seemed pretty sound. This shit could very well be legit! Mickey walked a bit closer to the pod and even looked inside, trying to see if he could find the jock suit.

The notes were insanely detailed, except on where the suit was actually contained. As he looked around, he didn’t realize the sensors were going off, silently, and scanning him. By the time he saw a glimpse of the red light, it was too late. Metal bonds wrapped around his arms and ankles and locked him inside of the pod, which then closed before Mickey could let out a scream. Even if the pod hadn’t closed, the guards barely checked this lab area, so he was fucked either way. “Assimilation process starting. Subject to be turned into jock.”

“No, no, abort, stop, get me the fuck out of here!” Mickey whined.

“The assimilation process can only be controlled from the outside. Unwilling participants were screened out ahead of time. Suit creation process commencing.” Mickey didn’t know how to respond as some sticky substance was shot out at him, kind of like a second skin building up his muscles. The voice was happily narrating as all of this happened. “This suit is a proprietary blend of honeycomb and nanoparticles mixed in with proteins and anabolic steroids. The honeycomb and nanoparticles provide a comfy cushion to the jock bodysuit, while the proteins and anabolic steroids create the lifelike muscles you now see all over your body.”

As much as the process intrigued Mickey, he was more focused on getting out of the pod. “Help! HELP! Get me out of here! This shit is fuckin’ messed-up, man!” Unfortunately, no one was going to come, and Mickey was forced to watch as most of his body was covered in this jock bodysuit. Eventually, after putting the finishing touches on his left nipple, the voice came back. “Suit creation process complete. Phase one complete. Subject has optimal muscle mass now.” What was quite interesting was that the suit didn’t cover him completely. Mickey’s crotch, ass, and head were not affected by the process, at least not yet. Mickey dreaded to find out what would happen to them.

“To proceed in the process, control over your motor function is required to move onto phase two. We remind you that you have signed consent forms ahead of time. Phase two commencing.”

“Fuck! That’s-” Mickey was barely able to get a sentence out before he felt a dildo being shoved up his ass. There was no lube or any preparation involved at all. At least now he knew how his motor function was going to be controlled, at least in the broadest strokes. He went back to screaming, but was silenced by another dildo being shoved down his throat, although this one admittedly more like a tube.

“The dildo tube connected to your mouth is pumping up substances that will help your body assimilate to the new muscle mass and the jock mindset that must come along with it. The dildo inserted into your anal cavity is how we will control your motor functions for the time being.” Mickey’s eyes could only bug out after hearing what they said, and even that was soon covered up too, by the bodysuit material covering his face and his ass as well. “The face material undergoes a special process to make sure the new jock you looks like a unique human being. The ass material is put on at this point to make sure the dildo remains in your anal cavity.”

The voice was right, as even though Mickey’s new bubble butt did have an anal cavity, or a hole, like it was supposed to, he could still feel the dildo deep inside of him. “Phase two complete. Phase three commencing. To complete your physical transformation into a jock, a cock and balls befitting of a jock is required.” Mickey could only watch in horror as more of the jock bodysuit material shot out from the pod, creating a cock and a pair of balls in the middle of the pod. However, this type of material looked to be quite specific for his genitals, making sure his veins protruded down his shaft and that his cockhead was nice and sensitive, and it wasn’t being directly applied there, yet.

It almost looked as if it was a puzzle, and the last two pieces were his new shaft and new balls. They were lowered down or raised upwards to his body, respectively, and it felt like Mickey had been wired up and a bunch of electricity was coursing through his body as his cock and balls welded together with his muscled jock bodysuit. As the painful process continued, the voice came back, but this time, she wasn’t narrating what was happening. “Each time you ejaculate inside of another woman, your body will reward you with a special form of dopamine specifically created to continually boost your alpha jock prowess.”

“Fuck, I would never do that!” Mickey thought to himself, a weird mix of relieved and nervous. The machine had already done this much to him; rewiring his brain to make him straight could be a very real possibility.

“Phase three is now complete. Suit creation process complete. Further changes require external assistance. My sensors indicate that it is currently 2:53 A.M.. Subject will be put to sleep until external assistance is available.”

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna go to sleep!” Mickey complained, but it was no use. The dildo in his ass relaxed all of his muscles and made him almost paralyzed, while the dildo in his mouth spit out a nice substance that quickly made Mickey fall asleep, despite his best efforts to remain awake. The next morning, the scientist-in-residence, Dr. Emil Salvicchio, entered the lab bright and early before any of his peers. Immediately he could tell someone had been there. He had a keen eye for changes, and even though Mickey had only rustled a few papers, Emil knew someone had been in here. He rushed to the pod, hoping that the person didn’t steal that. The pod was still there, and it was now closed.

“Who activated the pod?” Emil thought to himself, as he pressed some buttons on the side of the pod. The process could have continued, but he wanted to see who was inside of it. Mickey and his new muscular jock body were revealed to Dr. Salvicchio. He still had the metal bonds keeping him inside, but the dildos were now removed from his orifices. “Dr. Sal! You need to help me out! It’s Mickey, Mickey Guyerton! I had SCI101 with you as the teacher!”

“I can’t believe it! We’ve never had a human subject in the pod before, and for its first runthrough, perfection! It’s a medical and scientific breakthrough! We can get people out of wheelchairs, provide muscles to those who want it with no ill effects, maybe even stop cancer!” Emil announced, spitballing at the possibilities. He had been talking over Mickey, still complaining and trying to get through to the scientist. Eventually, Emil listened to Mickey, but it was not what the newly-minted jock wanted to hear. “Oh, ah, yes, Mickey, I do remember you now. But I can’t help you. I need to see if the jock assimilation process completely works!”

“Dr. Sal, please, no! Stop this! It can’t just be for science! Think of the humanity behind the process!” However, Emil didn’t listen and pressed a few buttons on the side of the machine again. The pod closed back up again and the dildos were reinserted into Mickey’s holes. The voice also came back, but like before, it really wasn’t helpful.

“Assimilation process continuing. Mental override initiated. This process requires a dramatic change in the neurochemistry of your brain. We remind you that you have signed consent forms ahead of time.” Mickey wanted to scream out in horror as both of the dildos began pumping some substance inside of him. It wasn’t kind enough to tell him what it was, but he knew that it was going to affect his neurochemistry and make him think he was some dumb straight alpha jock.

The substance going down his throat felt and tasted especially weird, and the substance in his ass didn’t feel anything like cum or even piss. Mickey was forced to plead with Dr. Sal, if he could even see him, with just his eyes. He knew that he needed to resist the changes for as long as he could. However, quite a bit of the substance was being pumped inside of him, and he could already tell it had started to affect his brain. He didn’t know how long it was, but eventually he felt a “click” inside of him, like he was now complete.

Mick’s new thought process then took over. “Yeah, brah, you’re the fuckin’ alpha, man! Any fuckin’ babe will wanna have your sweet jock babies! I wonder how many chicks get turned on by seeing ya in your tight football pants! I fuckin’ love football, man! I get to be with my brahs and it’s like a great way to pick up babes!” Mick’s new straight alpha jock personality took over, and any second now, Dr. Sal would get an alert to open up the pod. But the process wasn’t 100% perfect, not yet. Mickey, the gay nerd, was trapped deep within the recesses of his own mind. He was forced to watch as this glorified bodysuit was going to take over his life and mess with it irrevocably, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

[tristswipaccou]

Babysitter Borrowing

I parked my car on the edge of the road then stumbled to the door of the babysitter. I stood empty handed in my stylish suit as I awaited for him to respond. I heard the sound of dry flesh slapping against the floor, trotting to the door for my response. I hastily fixed my tie to seem more presentable as the door swung open.

"Hey." The young adult answered. His hairy legs stood proud and dominant as they tried to intimidate me. The man was hairy all over, quite the contrast from me. His face was like a cluster of hair and his body was a Shrine of pure strength. "You Mr. Marsh?" He questioned me, I looked at him straight into his strong face and responded:

"Yea. That's me." I clarified. "Still fine with 9 till 6 like we agreed?" I asked.

"That's fine still." The babysitter said before scanning around me. "So, where is the little guy?" He quizzed, relating to my son he was supposed to take care of. I didn't even have a son.

"Oh, he's just in the car." I nervously responded. "Care to see him?" I offered. I never even gave my fake son a name.

"It wouldn't hurt, would it?" he snarky answered as he walked past me. I analysed the man as he turned his back onto me. As he turned off of his stone path and onto his grassy garden I tackled him to the ground, shoving my body into his as we landed on the floor. When my shoulder crashed into his skin, I felt myself launch into the babysitter. I pushed myself from the ground and cleaned the dirt from my skin, I turned around to hear my voice say to me. "I best be going now, I'd hate to be late for work." It was my body, shaking the mud off of his knees and moving on it's own.

"I'll see you at 6, Mr. Marsh." I said as my own body walked into his own car, not even remembering about the fake child I was supposed to take care of. As of now, I was in ownership of his body for the next 9 hours. I was encapsulated in his hairy and larger body for a while.

[forthegaze123]

The golden sparks of residual magic still danced lazily in the air of the empty locker room, fading like dying embers as the final pulses of the ancient transfer ritual settled into their new vessels. Coach Harlan Reyes—once the undisputed king of the school's PE department, with his towering 6'3" frame packed with dense, veiny muscle, a thick pelt of dark chest hair matted across pecs that could bench-press a small car, and a heavy, swinging cock that had turned heads in every locker room shower—stood there breathing heavily.

But something was profoundly different now. His once-powerful body felt... lighter? No, not lighter.

Younger. Fresher.

"Fuck... it actually worked," the man who had been Coach Reyes rumbled in a voice that cracked slightly with youthful uncertainty, his hands—now smoother, less calloused—roaming over his own transformed physique under the blue PE jacket, which look ridiculously oversized to him now. He stared up at the once his student before him, then his palm rested hot against the ridged, sweat-slicked abs that no longer belonged to him.

"Kid... Alex... look at you. Holy shit, you're me. You're everything I was. And me? I'm... young again. The spell worked! Hahaha,"

Alex Thompson, the scrawny 18-year-old senior blinked rapidly. His heart hammered like a war drum in his newly expanded chest. The transfer had hit like a freight train of pure masculine ecstasy—every trait, every ounce of the teacher's godlike body pouring into him in a torrent of heat, stretch, and overwhelming power. His checkered shirt, once baggy and loose over narrow shoulders, now strained obscenely against deltoids that had ballooned outward like boulders. The fabric creaked audibly as his lats flared wider, his traps rising like mountains toward his thickening neck.

"C-Coach Reyes... I... I can feel it. All of it. Your strength. Your size. It's inside me now," Alex gasped, his voice extremely deep now, a resonant baritone that vibrated through his broadening ribcage. He flexed his free hand experimentally, watching thick veins snake across forearms that had been pencil-thin minutes ago. His massive chest heaving as a sudden shiver ripped through his powerful frame. His new thick cock, already straining heavily against the thin fabric of his sweat-dampened shorts, began to twitch with insistent, rhythmic pulses.

"Ohhhh God, my cock... it's throbbing so heavy down there. Like a fucking club. Does it always feel—huurghhhh—feel like this?"

The teacher—now inhabiting the lithe, youthful frame that had once been Alex's—laughed, a bright, boyish sound that echoed off the tiled walls. He ran his fingers through shorter, softer hair, feeling the absence of his former thick beard stubble. His new body was lean, wiry, with the kind of smooth, boy-next-door charm that made him look barely out of high school himself. The blue lanyard with the whistle still hung around his neck, but it felt different now. Empowering in a whole new way.

"That's the deal we made, Alex. I give you all of my traits—the bod, the muscle, the hair, the cock—and you give me your youth. I'm eighteen again. No more creaky knees after coaching three classes a day. No more staring at these kids thinking 'what if.' I'm young. Fresh. Ready to live it all over." He stepped closer, his smaller hand pressing over Alex's much larger one, guiding it lower across the rock-hard abdominal wall that now belonged to his former student. "Feel that? Those are rock-hard abs. Were mine, but now they're yours. Worship them better like I used to in the mirror every morning."

Alex's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his fuller lips as the sensations flooded him. The golden sparkles had left faint, tingling trails across his skin, igniting every nerve ending. His shirt had already torn at the seams, earlier the buttons popping off one by one with soft ping sounds as his chest barreled outward into thick, hairy slabs of pectoral muscle. Dark curls of chest hair—Harlan's signature pelt—sprouted rapidly across the deepening cleavage between his pecs, spreading downward in a treasure trail that vanished into the waistband of shorts that were now painfully tight.

"It feels so good... Coach—FUCK, I can call you that still? Or... arghhhh shit, everything's perfect. My voice. It's so deep now. Listen to me," Alex rumbled, turning slightly to catch his reflection in the foggy locker room mirror. His face was reshaping too—jaw squaring off, cheekbones sharpening, a thick five-o'clock shadow blooming across his chin while his glasses sat comically small on his new, rugged features.

"I look like you. Exactly like you. The beard... it's coming in so thick. And my arms—jesus, they're huge!"

Harlan grinned wolfishly, his youthful cock already stirring in the loose track pants. The agreement had been crystal clear: a one-way transfer of "body traits"—muscle, masculinity, virility, presence—all flowing from teacher to student, while the teacher's mind slowly slipped and rooted into the student's youthful shell, shedding decades of wear and tear.

"Call me Harlan now, big guy. Or 'good boy', if it gets you hard. Look at you towering over me. I used to bench 350 easy. Bet you could do 400 now without breaking a sweat." He reached up, his smaller fingers tracing the torn edges of the checkered shirt that barely clung to Alex's massive torso, the fabric ripped open across the chest from the sheer explosive growth. "Smell that? That's what called manly musk. Your musk now. Post-workout, heavy balls, all the hard pheromones. I bet your pits are already soaking."

Alex lifted one massive arm without hesitation, burying his nose into the deep, hairy cavern of his armpit. The scent hit him like a drug—rich, salty, intoxicating, layered with the faint tang of the locker room and raw testosterone. His new cock surged harder in his straining blue shorts, the massive bulge tenting obscenely, a thick wet spot forming at the tip as pre-cum leaked freely.

"Mmmph—fuck yessss! It's so strong. So fucking good. I can feel my balls dropping heavier, churning already. They must be the size of eggs now." He grabbed Harlan's hand—his former hand—and pressed it firmly against the throbbing outline of his transformed manhood. "Feel it, Harlan. Your old cock. Your thick, long, veiny rod, is mine now. I want to jerk it off right here while you watch what you gave me."

Harlan moaned softly, his own smaller erection twitching as he squeezed the monstrous shaft through the fabric. The power dynamic had flipped completely, and the erotic thrill of it made his new, younger body burn with need. "That's it, Alex. Stroke it. Show me how a real man handles their cock. I wanted this youth so bad—chasing these kids around the field, knowing I couldn't keep up forever. Now I can run laps with them. Flirt. Fuck around without the back pain. But god, seeing you like this... it's hotter than I imagined, I kinda envy you. You handle it better than I was." He tugged at the remnants of the checkered shirt, peeling it further open to expose the full glory of Alex's new chest—sweat-glistened, heaving with each breath, nipples hardening into thick nubs amid the dense fur.

"Pinch those nipples. Feel how sensitive they are, make it hard. I used to edge myself for hours just playing with my tits after a heavy lift."

The bigger man obeyed with a deep, guttural chuckle, his free hand twisting one fat nipple while the other guided Harlan's palm up and down his bulging shorts.

"Haaarghhhhhh-aaahhh OH GOD, you're right! It's so fucking—ohhhhhh my—sensitive!"

The shorts were splitting further, threads popping as his quads ballooned thicker, hamstrings swelling into powerful cords, and his ass rounding out into two firm, muscular globes.

"Riiiip—there it goes. Just like in all those stories you told me about during our secret meetings. My ass... it's so tight and powerful now. Bet I could crush a watermelon between these thighs." He ground his hips forward, humping shamelessly into Harlan's grip, the wet spot spreading as more pre soaked through.

"Talk to me, Harlan. Tell me how it feels to be the little guy now. To look up at your old body and know it's mine forever."

Harlan's eyes sparkled with lust and satisfaction, his voice breathy as he dropped to his knees in front of the towering stud. "It feels freeing, big man. Liberating. I can smell your crotch from here—that heavy, musky ball sweat. My old scent, but stronger on you. Lick my lips just thinking about it." He nuzzled forward, pressing his face against the massive bulge, inhaling deeply.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. You're the teacher now in every way that matters. The students won't know the difference—reality's already shifting. They'll call you Coach Thompson. And me? Just the new transfer nerdy kid, Harlan. Ready to get fucked by the hottest guy in school." His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of the thick cockhead through the fabric. "But first... show me everything. Flex for me. Worship what you stole, Coach."

Alex threw his head back with a roar of pure masculine triumph, the sound echoing through the showers. He shrugged off the torn shirt entirely, revealing the complete masterpiece of his new body: a perfect V-taper, cobblestone abs glistening with sweat, obliques cutting sharp lines down to a waist that was still narrow but now corded with power. His blue shorts finally gave way with a loud RRRRIP, falling in tatters around his tree-trunk thighs, freeing the monstrous 10-inch cock that slapped heavily against his abs. It was uncut, veiny, with a fat, leaking head and balls like ripe plums hanging low and full.

"Look at this fucking beast! The cock, Harlan—now mine. So heavy. Ahhhh fuck yessss..." He wrapped one meaty fist around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, foreskin sliding back with a wet schlick. Precum drooled in thick ropes onto the tile floor. "Flex with me. Compare."

Harlan stood, stripping off his own top to reveal the lean, smooth torso he'd reclaimed. Side by side in the mirror, the contrast was obscene: the godlike muscle daddy on the left, and the eager young twink on the right.

"You're a fucking god, Coach. My god." They posed together—double biceps, most muscular, side chest—every movement sending fresh waves of erotic fire through Alex's veins. The nerd-turned-hunk's mind swam with new instincts: dominance, lust, the urge to breed and conquer. "I can feel your memories mixing in too. All those showers where you checked out the team. The way you dominated in the weight room. It's mine now."

Hours blurred into a haze of exploration. Alex pinned Harlan against the lockers, their bodies grinding together as the bigger man devoured his former student's—now his own—mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

"Taste how young you are," Alex growled between kisses, his deep voice commanding. "My tongue's thicker now. All of this feels so fucking right." Hands roamed everywhere—Alex's massive paws squeezing Harlan's pert ass, fingers teasing his hole while Harlan whimpered and stroked the colossal cock trapped between them.

"Gonna fuck you with this thing. Break you in with what used to be yours. Feel how it stretches you?"

"Yesssss—hmmmmm yeah fuck yes, Coach!" Harlan begged, voice cracking with youthful horniness. "Pound me. Breed me. Make me feel every inch of the power you took. I gave it willingly... for this body. For a second chance." He dropped again, swallowing as much of the massive dick as he could, gagging wetly around the girth, saliva dripping down his chin. Alex face-fucked him with controlled power, hips snapping, heavy balls slapping against Harlan's smooth chin. The sensations were overwhelming—every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through his new, hyper-sensitive nerves.

They moved to the bench, Alex lying back as Harlan straddled him, lowering himself onto the spit-slicked pole inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch.

"So biiggggg... FUCK YEAH! filling me up like I used to fill others," Harlan panted, eyes rolling back.

"Yeahhhh that's it. Ride it, kid. What a good boooyyy. Show me what that young hole can do," Alex commanded, hands gripping narrow hips and guiding the rhythm. The slap of flesh filled the room, sweat flying, musk thickening the air into a heady fog. Alex's hairy chest heaved, nipples begged for attention, and he pulled Harlan down to suck on them while thrusting upward.

The orgasm finally hit like a tidal wave.

"Gonna flood you—take my load, Harlan! My first as the new me! HAAARGHHHHHH I'M CUMMING! Ohhhh fuck! Yesssss, yessssss!" Alex roared.

Thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside, pulse after pulse, overflowing and dripping down thighs. Harlan came hands-free seconds later, painting Alex's abs with his own smaller but enthusiastic spurts. They collapsed together, panting, caressing, whispering filthy praises.

But the night was young. Alex stood, cock still half-hard and glistening, admiring his reflection once more.

"This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, I coach the team like this. Flex in the showers. Pick a favorite player to... mentor." He pulled Harlan close again. "And you'll watch. Maybe join in if you want to. The fun's just starting."

They talked for hours more—Alex exploring every new inch of muscle, every hair follicle, the weight of his heavy balls, the power in his voice as he practiced Coach's signature bellow. Harlan shared stories of his old life, teaching the new owner all the quirks, all the secret kinks. Dialogue flowed endlessly between thrusts and poses, each sentence laced with lust and wonder.

"God, my pits are so ripe already," Alex said, lifting his arm again for Harlan to bury his face in. "Lick them clean will you, my favorite student. Taste what power smells like."

"Mmm, yes, Coach—salty, perfect," Harlan mumbled, tongue lapping eagerly.

Hours turned into a full erotic marathon—round two in the showers with water cascading over rippling muscle, soapy hands exploring every curve; round three bent over the bench with Alex pounding mercilessly, describing every sensation in vivid detail; round four with Harlan riding reverse cowgirl so Alex could watch his own former ass bounce. Every position, every filthy word, every flex and moan built the novel-length tapestry of their new reality.

By dawn, Alex—fully embodying the hunky PE teacher—stood tall, shorts barely containing his renewed erection, ready for his first day as the alpha of the school.

"Thanks for the gift, kid. I won't waste it."

"You're welcome, Coach."

And with that, the transformation's afterglow settled into permanent, blissful ownership.

[transformhim]

And how’s that fit for ya?

Nice, man… very nice..

Yeeaah I figured you’d be happy in a suit like this. Damn, get a feel of those tits. How’d you find a guy like this anyways?

Aahhh, it’s… It’s complicated..

Let me guess… Personal trainer neighbor? You were sold when you watched him mow the grass?

Worse…

Ooh, one-night-stand? Couldn’t get rid of the memory of worshiping this huge bod all night?

Worse…

No… family?

… Brother..

Noooo shit, dude... Hah! I was gonna say, you two bear a striking resemblance.

From another mother... but, yeah..

Can’t blame you, bro! Not with guns like this..

Mmppff… fuck, these feel insane. No wonder he’s always flexing in the mirror.

Yeeaah, man… get a whiff of ya too.. woof!

Ha! Stooop, dude… I’m getting hard!.. feels.. huh, feels weird…

Oh! Let me help you there… annnd..

AA-OOoooooohh, fuck!

Yeah, man, you can feel that meat now, huh?

UUunngg, it’s like I slipped into his cock like a sleeve, and I felt me fuckin.. explode into his size! Damn I’m packing..

You’re acclimating very well!

Yeah, man.. I’ve wanted to do this for fuckin ever… He won the genetic lottery, I don’t know what happened with me, heh..

Stoooop, man, you were already cute! But now?… Mmff, what a unit…

Shit yeah, bro, I can feel how much you’re into this! You got—… Damn, when’d you lose your drawers?

As soon as I realized I needed to feel my meat up against this cake.

RRNngh, goddamn you’re.. you’re thick… greedy fucker aren’t you?

You have no clue. I just wanna feel all of you, dude. In fact, I might just have to try you on myself.

Uuooghh, fuck you’re so deep, bro! I can feel—…

Feel me thrusting up into your cock, right? FUCK you’re big! Ooh, you’re gonna love this…

G-guuoh my god! Shit you gotta tight grip!!

That’s right, man, flex harder for me!

I—UUGH—OOUUhhh…

Theeerree you go, dude, keep sliding in, mmmfff… let’s get, uunnhh, fuckin’… huuuuge…

Aauuhh, fuuuuckk dude, s-s-soooooo BIIIIG…. MMMPFFF yeah bro, sss-streeetch us OOoouut, gimme—gim—UUUHH—FFUUOOHHH FFFUCK!!

Oohh—Uuoohh—Huuhh… Hoooo, WOW. Hoomygod, fuck what a mmesssss… Jesus Christ, man, I can’t believe it took all that to tap me out. But fuck get a look at us!

Look at these… guns as big as my head… And these.. mmff, these titsssss, yeeeow! Damn I gotta be 280 at least, and… god, I’m gonna choke some motherfuckers with this thing. Hah! Almost hurts to swing around.

Alright dude, I’ll let you go your own way, but first we’re gonna have a weekend together that’ll change your fuckin’ life. Hell, you might come crawling back to have me to slip you on like a condom on the regular… All my other clients do.

Strap in, bro, this is gonna be fun.

[agmsye]

Roll the Dice - Oliver the Bard

Oliver had been even quieter than usual for the past ten minutes. Which wasn’t unusual per se, but this silence felt different than usual. He looked between his friends. 

Noah looked like a Barbarian king with how he sat draped across his chair like it was a throne. Ethan lounged against him, basically hanging off of the ginger hunk’s bulging muscles, his hand sometimes even finding its way towards the overwhelmingly large outline of his cock. And Marcus? Marcus resembled a seven-foot holy knight straight out of a stained-glass artwork.

Oliver adjusted the sleeves of his oversized sweater nervously.

“You guys seriously don’t think tonight feels… weird?”

Three pairs of eyes turned toward him.

Noah blinked slowly.

“Weird how?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

Paused.

Because the problem was impossible to explain.

According to every memory in his head, Noah had always been enormous. Ethan had always looked like an elven thirst trap. Marcus had always been built like a cathedral guardian with the personality of an overfriendly saint.

And yet, some small part of Oliver’s brain insisted that the room hadn’t looked like this before. That Noah hadn’t always accidentally crushed door handles and chuckled dumbly about it. That Ethan hadn’t always spent so much time caressing the Barbarian’s muscle chest while talking. That Marcus hadn’t always looked like he could just throw someone over his shoulder and carry them through a battlefield.

Adrian watched from behind his DM screen. Every time he wove magic, the last person to transform would always notice something subconsciously. There was always some resistance to incomplete narratives.

“Probably just sensory overload.”, Marcus offered as a solution. 

“Yeah, the musk from those two must have you feeling light-headed again.”, Ethan added, one of his delicate hands tracing circles around Noah’s nipple. Noah just nodded, his hand slipping towards Ethan’s ass, his fuckbuddy leaning closer towards him immediately.

Oliver frowned. Sure, the two of them were always incredibly flirtatious with one another, but tonight felt even worse than usual.

Adrian just smiled. “You turn, Ollie.”

Oliver flinched, hating it when people called him that.

“I’m gonna play a Bard.” 

Adrian just smiled, definitely agreeing that a charming Bard would round out their group nicely. “Okay, then roll for Strength first.”

Oliver nodded and rolled the die.

12

There was no dramatic change like what happened to the other three. Some muscle was added to his frame, but in contrast with the muscular powerhouses that were Noah and Marcus, his body stayed leaner and more toned. 

Oliver relaxed in his seat. The sense of tenseness that had been hanging around him finally eased, now that the magic was directly affecting him. He didn’t mind people looking at his body all that much, not feeling the need to hide it away any longer. Not that he thought he ever had.

“Dexterity.”, Adrian said, nodding at his friend’s body language.

16

The transformation flowed through Oliver beautifully, reshaping his body with artistic precision.

His waist tightened slightly, while his muscles leaned out with athletic definition. He still didn’t have the bulky size of his two friends, but he also wasn’t as small and lithe as Ethan. His body somehow found the perfect balance between looking invitingly soft and masculine.

Oliver had become a twunk, a picture book definition of one even. His legs had lengthened slightly, his height now sitting a comfortable 6’1. Not so tall that it was intimidating, but tall enough to show he wasn’t a pushover. His movements now carried a certain fluidity, grace and sense of control with them, just enough to subtly draw the eye of anyone watching.

Noah leaned a little closer to inspect him, in a way that made Ethan look slightly jealous.

“Are you seriously checking out Ollie’s ass again when I’m right next to you?”, the twinky elf complained, Noah leaning back and shrugging his shoulders apologetically in response.

Oliver didn’t recoil at the nickname quite as much this time. And Noah did have a point in checking out his butt. While not quite as large or bouncy as Ethan’s bubble butt, his own ass was pert, perfectly harmonizing with his graceful movements. It was the kind of ass that looked both breedable and like it could throw some serious force behind a pounding.

Adrian looked amused at the situation, already liking the new group dynamic before the changes even fully finalized.

“Constitution.”, he said softly and watched the die bounce on the hardwood.

18

The change hit him like a freight train. Oliver always had had an unimpressive dick, but that was a thing of the past now.

While the transformation also made him look like he was brimming with vitality, his skin seeming warmer and less pale, his posture looser and his body language more confident and downright tempting, the real change was happening between his lean legs.

He didn’t quite have the size of Noah and Marcus, having rolled slightly lower, but there was no denying that the monstercock growing on the Bard was one of the biggest around, only half an inch shorter than Marcus’ and slightly thinner than Noah’s. Undeniably huge, but somehow seeming more manageable next to the two of them.

And not only that. The transformation had also given him an infamous libido. While Marcus fucked anyone who asked and Noah mostly stuck to plowing Ethan’s experienced ass, Oliver had become something of the man whore of the group. While still being pretty shy overall, his perfect build and incredible cock and ass never failed to secure the versatile lover a date for the night.

Adrian just smiled behind his screen. He hadn’t planned for this, but definitely welcomed his friend coming out of his shell to secure some experience. Especially with his character sheet only half finished. “Intelligence.”

Oliver grabbed the die quickly, eager to get his friends to stop staring at his now obvious bulge, even though his 10 incher was the second smallest of the player group.

14

The transformation settled behind the Bard’s eyes instantly.

He wasn’t hyper-intellectual like a wizard would be. Or strategically brilliant like Marcus. But he became a quick thinker, incredibly articulate. And definitely more creative. His room back home changed, several half finished songs and poems appearing. His quick wit also gave him sharper humour.

And he almost instinctively got better at reading people. Understanding emotional nuance felt easier now. Like he always knew at a glance what people needed. How to handle a conversation better. With his new intelligence and humour, the Bard became almost socially magnetic, despite his unchanged charisma.

Something that became very obvious when Noah, who had been rather focussed on Ethan before, started looking at Oliver more, causing the shy Bard to blush and get flustered, the attention of the overwhelmingly manly Barbarian still a bit much for him.

But that’s what the last two stats would be there for.

“Wisdom.”, Adrian prompted from behind his DM screen, watching as his changing friend rolled the die.

13

The change was subtle.

Unlike Noah or Marcus, Oliver’s sense of self remained strong. His emotional awareness sharpened further rather than collapsing. He became more perceptive of moods, tension, attraction, discomfort.

More emotionally intelligent.

And significantly more aware of what effect he had on others.

Oliver looked around the table slowly. At Ethan practically sprawled across Noah. At Noah’s huge hand still resting possessively against Ethan’s thigh. At Marcus unconsciously smiling whenever anyone else looked happy. Then at Adrian calmly observing all of them.

Oliver tilted his head slightly. “…You know,” he murmured, “the vibe at this table has gotten extremely charged.”

Ethan immediately lost it laughing. Noah grinned. Marcus looked confused for about two seconds before understanding abruptly dawned on him.

“Oh.”

His ears turned red.

Oliver smirked as reality settled around them. He had always been great at reading the vibe of a room. And right now the tension in the air was basically palpable.

And now only the decisive stat of his class remained. “Charisma!”, Adrian announced sharply, with unusual drama in his voice, the magic user urging his already gorgeous friend on to finalise the changes made to the group.

In a fittingly long slow circle the die spun across the table before settling.

20

“Critical success!”, Oliver cheered as the atmosphere in the room changed.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Ollie’s face became as gorgeous as his body, ass and cock. High cheekbones, strong but graceful brows, a strong but pretty nose, thick kissable lips. He didn’t have the ethereal look of Ethan the Elf or the overpowering rugged masculinity of Noah. He somehow sat in the perfect middle spot. Like someone had looked up masculine beauty and decided to crank the definition up to 11. 

And it wasn’t just his face that changed. Everything about him seemed flirtatious and welcoming. His sparkling white smile, that was more than the smile of every boy next door from every teen rom-com. His voice that became rich and musical at the same time, masculine and melodious without sounding artificial. Even the eye-contact with his expressive brown eyes now oozed with warmth and playful awareness, a single glance enough to make people feel desired, seen and interesting.

His every gesture became charged with intentionality. Not in a teasingly flirtatious way like Ethan, but rather in a way that felt awfully magnetic and almost impossible to resist. His every laugh made people feel like their best self.

And the memories of Ollie and his friends reflected that. Ollie was the undisputed heartthrob on campus, even the straightest of jocks falling for him constantly. It was just impossible not to. 

The Bard would constantly disappear from parties with strangers, take guys and gals home whenever he went to a bar and leave only well deserved legends and rumours behind. He wasn’t a fuck machine like Noah or a power bottom like Ethan. He was like the Kamasutra had decided to become human and evolve new tricks.

The mix of his absurd Constitution and perfect Charisma had fused in the best way possible. Ollie always gave people exactly what they needed, even if they didn’t know it themselves. Helping a girl get over her toxic ex-boyfriend with the most enthusiastic romantic fuck of her life? Helping a homophobic jock come out of the closet by giving him the best ass he’d ever have? Or helping a shy nerd come out of his shell by feeling desired and popping his cherry in the most loving way? All of those were now stories that were absolutely true about the extraordinarily skilled, endlessly versatile lover that was Ollie. 

And the best part about it was that the Bard didn’t leave a trail of broken hearts. People genuinely liked him and treated him more like a treasure that they wouldn’t dare to keep for themselves, genuinely happy with the experience they had with the urban legend sex magician.

And while everyone else found themselves lost in those memories, Marcus found himself trying and failing not to stare. His own terrible Wisdom role had left him absolutely vulnerable to Ollie’s incredible Charisma. Something the Bard was very much aware of.

Not in a predatory way. Marcus was the one person that Ollie allowed himself to tease … a lot. And since the paladin found himself agreeing to basically anything if asked nicely enough, the two of them had had their fair share of nights together in the past, something even the group’s gigolo found himself enjoying endlessly.

Oliver winked at the blushing paladin and smiled. Maybe tonight would be another one of those nights where he’d end up with Marcus. But who could really tell.

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Epilogue

Adrian quietly sat back behind the DM screen, watching the final party dynamic settle perfectly into place.

The barbarian and elf draped across each other openly now.

The gigantic gullible paladin blushing whenever the bard smiled at him.

And the bard himself sitting confidently at the center of the emotional gravity well he’d become.

Four completed archetypes. Four very changed men. Four people still passionate about Dungeons and Dragons, now more than ever since they had somehow ended up incidentally creating characters that were basically themselves.

One rewritten reality.

And only Adrian remembered how ordinary they had all been a few hours ago. How unhappy they had been with their lives. 

Noah, who had been relentlessly bullied by the football team just this morning had become bigger than all of them. No more getting shoved into lockers when your shoulders are wider than three of those combined.

The often turned down Ethan finding himself next to someone who actually liked his flirting, revelling in the feeling of being the target of it even. And surely people wouldn’t dare mess with the enormous Barbarian’s quasi-boyfriend.

Marcus, who had been plagued by complexes for the majority of his life, would never hear a word of complaint about his incredible body any more. And maybe people would finally respect his hulking mass and brilliant mind now.

And the shy and easily hurt Oliver? He was now way too busy showing people the absolute heights of sexual delight to care whether people talked shit about his art online. The praise he got for it after showing it off to one of his lovers being the most important feedback he could ask for.

And Adrian? He was just happy his friends finally lived up to the potential their amazing personalities had always demanded.

[cinaedefuri2]

The Jock Shower

Jonah had never wanted to step foot in the locker room. He was able to get out of P.E. class by assisting the track and cross country teams all four years of college. Unfortunately for him, he needed to get the head of the athletic department at the college, the wrestling coach, to sign off on the paperwork he needed. He walked inside after his classes were done for the day one day, and surprisingly found no one inside. “Hello? Coach Barnes? I emailed you about signing some paperwork. Hello?” Jonah walked around the locker room, wondering just where the fuck Coach could be, and the rest of the athletes too.

Jonah soon stumbled upon the showers in the locker room. He had never pictured them looking like this, though. The showers were partitioned, albeit with some pretty low partitions, and there was a name of a jock just above each shower head. Jonah quickly realized that the names were all of the men on the wrestling team. Of course, he wouldn’t know this, but each shower was made specifically for each wrestler’s special needs. Another reason why Jonah was a bit shocked by the showers was because of how high-tech they seemed to be.

Everything was chrome-plated, and there were a lot more knobs and even levers than he had seen in most showers before. “Is this were all the school’s fuckin’ money is going?” Jonah asked himself out loud. He was a science major, and the school’s labs were woefully underequipped, with little to no high-tech equipment to speak of. As Jonah continued to walk down the row of showers, hoping the coach’s office was somewhere nearby, he slipped on a puddle of water. He was luckily able not to get the papers wet, but he did end up inside of one of the showers because of his fall.

As he got up, he heard and saw a sliding door to the shower close. Even though the partitions were low, they were still high enough that escape would be quite difficult, if not impossible, especially for someone as weak and small as Jonah was. He soon noticed that there was no handle on the door or anyway to get it to open again. He began looking at the insane number of knobs and levers, hoping to find one that would get him out of there. He couldn’t find one, so he was stuck inside this high-tech shower until someone came along to rescue him!

Jonah was a bit shocked when a Siri-like voice seemed to come out of the showerhead. “Please remove your clothes.”

“Fuck no! I wanna fuckin’ get out of here! Let me out!”

“Please remove your clothes. If you do not remove your clothes, they will be forcefully removed.”

“I am not taking my fuckin’ clothes off. Let me fuckin’ out of here!” The showerhead soon opened up and an incredibly strong vacuum was turned on. Jonah remained standing up, but all of his clothes were vacuumed right off of him, even his underwear. It was a surprisingly painless experience, but Jonah wasn’t really concerned about that right now. “Fuck!” he screamed, dropping the papers to instinctively cover his dick, even though no one was around or even in the locker room still.

“Pre-wash cycle initiated. Wrestler will be covered in water and lathered up in a nice and soothing scent. The process will begin momentarily.”

“What the actual fuck?” Jonah said to himself. It sounded like he was going to be washed like he was just some clothes! Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, as water came out of the showerhead for the first time since he had fallen into the shower. The stream of water was quite intense, the most high-pressure stream Jonah had ever experienced in a shower. Even that didn’t excite him, as he still clawed at the door and tried to find a way out of the hellish shower. His slippery wet body was not doing him any favors.

“Pre-wash cycle complete. Body wash cycle will begin momentarily.”

“Huh, I wonder what the scent was?” Jonah though, before the body wash was pretty much unceremoniously dumped on him. It smelled like Axe body spray and the other douchey colognes the college athletes and even frat bros wore around campus. Jonah, like most people, hated the smell, but there was little he could do about it. At least he had the ability to not lather himself up! Unfortunately, body scrubbers came out of the wall and scrubbed Jonah’s body from head to toe, making sure every inch of him was covered in the stinky-smelling body wash, even his dick.

Then the showerhead blasted the stream of water again, and the body wash went down the drain. As Jonah looked down, hoping it was all gone, he realized that his body had changed dramatically, apparently in the last couple of minutes! “What. The. Fuck?” he said, as he felt up his newly muscular body. It was now a bit stocky, a body type that many wrestlers had. He had biceps with peaks now and tree trunks for legs, as well as square pecs that still jutted out from his body and abs. He looked pretty much like a wrestler now, and it totally freaked him the fuck out!

“Body wash cycle complete. Shampoo cycle will begin momentarily.”

“At least it’s an actual shower routine,” Jonah thought to himself, although he knew that this would probably have some weird side effects to it as well. However, there was surprisingly nothing sexual or even different about this shampoo cycle, as the shower was calling it. Jonah did once again not rub the shampoo around and tried to escape once more, but the hair scrubbers were doing that job for him, and the walls were much too wet now for anyone to have a chance at escaping.

The shampoo cycle continued, and despite the muscle growth, it seemed to be a normal rest of the shower. However, he was definitely not expecting what the voice was going to say next. “Shampoo cycle complete. Mandatory cum deposit is required.”

“Wait, what?” Jonah said, as part of the floor opened up and what looked to be a fleshlight came out and placed itself directly on Jonah’s dick being turning on and jerking him off. “FUCK! FUCK! HELP! Anyone, get me the fuck out of here! Please, anyone, help!” Jonah then heard someone chuckling, and was relieved that someone was finally going to come and save him. However, it was Coach Barnes, and he had a smirk on his face as he looked on at Jonah in the shower.

“I was wondering why my phone told me one of my wrestlers was in the shower, even though they’re all at a competition right now.”

“Oh thank god, Coach, thanks for being here! This shower is fuckin’ insane, man! It caused my muscles to grow and I’m fuckin’ trapped inside. Please let me out, Coach!”

Coach Barnes chuckled again before responding to the trapped jock. “I’m not gonna let you out, Jonah. You see, I’m always on the lookout for more jocks to join the team. Since my methods are pretty, unique let’s say, not that many actual wrestlers want to join the team. And the side effects of this process aren’t really conducive to keeping the same team year after year. So, I’m actually glad you landed into the shower, however you managed that. You saved me from having to scout another guy next year.”

“I’m, uh, gonna, uh, report, uh, you, to, uh, the, uh, authorities,” Jonah noted, moaning between every word as the machine continued to milk him, waiting for Jonah to release his mandatory cum deposit.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. And the dumbing down process from the shampoo will be happening shortly. You’ve literally been brainwashed into being dumb! Isn’t that cute? I bought this special shampoo a few years ago because the wrestling team was really getting out of hand, and I could barely hold down a coach for a couple weeks, let alone an entire season. But this special dumbing-down shampoo will make sure the wrestlers don’t graduate. Unfortunately, I purchased a dosage that was a bit too strong, and my wrestlers can’t really do much else after this whole process is complete except to wrestle, work out, and eat.”

“No, no, Coach, you need to stop this process. My intellect is tantamount to my being! I don’t want to become just some other dumb jock. Please, Coach, ya need to stop this! Me no want be dumb! Me like it!” Jonah said, as Coach Barnes watched the dumbing down process happen before his very eyes. At the same time Jonah said “Me like it!,” he came as well, blowing his load inside of the machine and giving it its mandatory cum deposit. His cumshot also removed any last vestiges of his intelligence from his system. He was truly a dumb jock now; there was no turning back.

The machine retreated and Jonah noticed that he had a cock to match his new wrestler body now. Well, he looked down and noticed his cock that he wanted to play with; he wasn’t smart enough now to realize what had really just happened to him. The shower then blow-dried him, blowing hot air all around him until no drops of water remained on his person. Then a wrestling singlet was put on his body, the shower helping Jonah to get into it with minimal effort.

The door finally opened, and Jonah stepped out in his singlet, hoping to please his coach. “I see the machine did a perfect job, like always. Your name is Jonah, boy, you need to remember that. You like to hang out with other guys and drink beer, do weed, flirt with hot women, pretty much do whatever they do. You’re a dumb jock frat bro wrestler now, Jonah, and you’re fuckin’ proud of it! You don’t even know what 2+2 is now, and can’t even write your last name correctly, but none of that matters when all you need to do is fuck and wrestle!”

Coach Barnes gave him some additional details to his backstory, like how he had failed his senior year four times now, and was allowed to stay on the team because of how hot he was and how good he was at wrestling. He made sure that Jonah was straight, which he had been even before the jockification shower, and he helped Jonah switch into the classes for dumb jocks, which required them to do stuff like point to a circle on their final exams. No one ever discovered Coach Barnes’s jockification showers, and when he transferred to another college, he set up the system there as well.

[cinaedefuri2]

The Story of a Slave

“Flex for me,” I commanded my newest slave. I could see Nick still trying to resist, but within just a couple seconds, he was flashing a double biceps pose and flexing all over.

“Yes, Master,” Nick got out through clenched teeth afterwards. I could tell he still didn’t want to be my slave, and I enjoyed that. I loved controlling men, forcing them to do what I want, and for them to know that I own them, and they can’t do anything about it. Nick’s story started a few weeks ago. I had sent one of my scouts to a local gym, having just secured a membership for him. I would have stood out at the gym myself, being overweight and not in very good shape.

But one of my scouts, or one of my slaves, I should say, could easily infiltrate the gym. He took pictures of most of the men in the gym that day. I was about to throw the whole damn pile out, with picture of roid freak after roid freak, but Nick caught my eye. Of course, my scout didn’t get his name just yet, but I knew I wanted this man to be mine. “Focus on him,” I told my scout. “I want him under my complete control by the end of the month.”

“Yes, sir,” the scout said. Over the course of the next week, I got small status updates everyday from my gym slave. I learned that his name was Nick, and some facts about it that I collected in the notes app on my phone. They would help make the transition easier, or possibly even help the slavery process itself! My scout soon became good friends with Nick. They began working out every day. Thankfully, Nick was all natural, so my scout was able to lure Nick to a “farmer’s market” on one of his off days from the gym.

Of course, the farmer’s market was actually my house. “Uh, I don’t think we have the right place,” Nick told my slave.

“It’s in his backyard, man! It’s a bit strange, but let me tell you, his carrots are fuckin’ delicious!”

“Um, okay, I’ll take your word for it.” He followed my slave through the front door. I stood there waiting for him, and two of my most muscular slaves flanked Nick and held him steady. Nick was about as muscular as them, but I just needed to walk over and inject something into his shoulder. “What the fuck, dude!?” he was able to scream at my gym slave before falling unconscious.

Nick would wake up quickly, but when he did, he found himself in my basement, securely bound to one of those dentist chairs. He could barely move at all, not even able to shake side to side. Over his eyes was a VR device that blocked his vision entirely. Both that and the noise cancelling headphones meant that the hypnosis could take effect easily. I turned on the devices, and sat down across from Nick. I liked to be in the room as the hypnosis happened, see my slaves get lulled in complacency and then rudely taken out of it again.

As bright and flashing spirals filled Nick’s vision, a calming and smooth male voice came from the headphones. “Focus on the spirals and my voice. That’s all you can focus on, right? You can only focus on the spirals and my voice as you fall deeper and deeper under my control. You want to fall deeper and deeper under my control, don’t you? It feels good to obey someone else. In fact, it feels so good, it makes you hard. Obeying someone else makes you hard. Remember that, boy.

“In a couple minutes, my voice and the spirals will go away. But there will be another voice you have to obey: your new master. He will be the first person you see again. You will obey any and all of your master’s commands, without question. Obeying commands mindlessly makes you ever harder. However, you will also realize that you have been hypnotized, and that you are under your master’s control. You will still do any and all commands he asks of you, but you will respond normally. Is that understood, slave?”

“Yes, I understand,” Nick dreamily replied, as the hypnosis continued to go on for a few more minutes. Finally, the devices shut themselves off, and I walked over to Nick to take them off. He looked into my eyes, and I could see the two different emotions running through his head at the same time. One was of immense gratitude, knowing that I would be his master, now and forever. The other was of intense hatred, knowing that I would be his master, now and forever.

“Fucking get me out of here!” Nick whined.

“Shut up,” I ordered. Nick was a bit shocked when he opened his mouth again, but nothing came out. As I started to release his arms and legs from his bonds, I additionally commanded, “You are not to harm your master.” I could still see Nick trying to punch or kick me, but it was no use. I established some more ground rules for Nick by the time he was finally free.

And here he is now, flexing for me in my living room. He is naked, and I enjoy showing him off for my guests, just another one of my many slaves. I do allow him to work out to maintain his physique, but thanks to the strong hypnosis he endured, he knows only to go to the gym and go straight back here. He can’t tell anyone he’s been hypnotized by me into becoming another one of my slaves. But I’m thinking about having more fun with Nick. I wonder what he would be like as another one of my sex slaves?

[mindmelter]

Suit Check-in: A Well Deserved Break

I freaking love my job! Every shift I get to wash these perfect, muscular bodysuits after the guests are done turning them into cum soaked fucktoys. Right now I’m in the cleaning suite with the most expensive bodysuit of the hotel, and personally one of my absolute favorite suits—Suit26. One look at him and you get why he costs a fortune. He’s the full package: Tall, broad-shouldered, with thick muscular slabs of pecs, tree-trunk thighs, and a fat, heavy cock. While most of the bodysuits look cute, suit26 has a rough, manly look to him that lots of the guests love.

And to think this used to be that rude, cocky prick of a guest who checked in like he owned the entire hotel. Treated every member of staff like garbage—snapping his fingers, barking orders, throwing tantrums if his towel wasn’t warm enough. The whole crew breathed a sigh of relief the day the owner pulled him aside and “upgraded” him. We all knew what that really meant. Now he’s just an empty, hollow human skin. No brain. No ego. No nothing. Just warm meat waiting for a real man to claim it. The staff group chat blew up with celebration emojis that night.

I wish I could put him on, but the hotel rules strictly prohibit staff members from wearing the bodysuits, and I don't want to risk becoming an empty husk like him.

The hotel owner runs the whole operation like a genius. This place is a luxury resort on the surface—top floors packed with rich guests living their best vacation lives. But the hottest ones, the ones with the perfect bodies and the worst attitudes, get quietly selected. They disappear downstairs into the Subterranean Complex nobody on staff is allowed to enter. Rumors say there’s this sleek black pod down there that sucks a man’s insides out, leaving nothing but a perfect, limp bodysuit. Then the real rich gay clients rent them for a few days, slip inside, and enjoy their vacation in a brand-new, muscular body. I don’t ask questions. I just thank the boss every single day for creating this paradise… and for turning assholes like Suit26 into rentable fuckmeat.

I grab Suit26’s wrist and lift his heavy arm, burying my face in that deep, sweaty armpit. Shit, there's still some musk left. Sometimes no matter how much I wash their bodies they still smell like they just stepped out of an intense workout. Maybe I should try using my tongue. So I start licking his armpits slowly and thoroughly, letting the musk fill my taste buds while my free hand glides over his thick thighs. Then I spread his legs wide, hook them over the edge of the special cleaning tub, and grab the thick hose built right into the side. The whole bathtub is designed for this—a high-pressure flush system made specifically for bodysuit cleaning. I shove the nozzle deep into his tight ass until it’s sealed in there nice and snug.

I flip the switch and a powerful rush of hot water blasts straight into the hollow suit. The muscular suit jerks once from the pressure, but that’s all it can do. Water immediately starts gushing back out—pouring in thick streams from his open mouth, flooding from his ears, even squirting from his nose like some sick human fountain. His slack, handsome face is a total mess, water cascading down his cheeks and neck while his insides get power-washed clean.

Finally the cycle ends. I pull the hose free with a wet pop, and the last of the water drains out of every hole. His ass is spotless now—pink, tight, and ready for whatever comes next.

My hands roam up to those massive pecs. I squeeze them hard, thumbs flicking over his sensitive nipples until they pebble. I lean down and latch onto one, sucking it deep into my mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. His fat cock jumps and starts swelling—eight and a half thick inches rising like it’s got a mind of its own. The bodysuit nerves still work perfectly even when the brain’s gone. I don’t question the science behind it, I just grin against his chest and keep sucking harder.

I like to think that the men are still there, conscious but unable to do anything, trapped souls in a husk of what used to be their bodies, all they can do is watch strangers have fun while using their skins. I wrap my hand around that throbbing shaft and stroke it slowly, feeling it pulse. My own dick is aching in my shorts. I can't hold myself, fuck the rules. There’s no policy against using the suits as sex toys, and I’ve earned this right!

I slide my arms under him—he weighs almost nothing now—and lift him out of the tub like a giant rag doll. I towel him dry, then drag him to the big bed and push him out flat on his back. Arms and legs spread wide, cock standing straight up and twitching. I strip fast, grab the lube from the drawer, and slick his shaft until it’s shiny and slick. I then climb on top, knees planted on either side of his hips, and line him up. “That’s it, big guy,” I growl at his blank, handsome face. "I always took such good care of you, now it's your time to take care of me...” I sink down in one smooth motion, taking every inch until my ass is pressed against his heavy balls. Fuck, he fills me so good.

I plant both hands on those massive pecs and start riding him hard, bouncing, grinding, using his body like the lifeless fucktoy he is. I slap his left pec, then the right, watching them jiggle. I pinch and twist his nipples until they’re red and swollen. “Look at you,” I pant, slamming down again and again. “All that muscle, all that cock… all mine! Fuuuuckk... Are you seeing this? I hope you are!” I lean forward and start kissing him. I ride him faster, ass slapping against his thighs, my own dick bouncing and leaking all over his abs. The domination rush is insane, knowing this body once would’ve punched me for even looking at him, and now he's helplessly giving me so much pleasure.

My balls tighten. I slam down one last time, bury him to the hilt, and explode. Thick ropes of cum splatter across his perfect pecs, his neck, his slack, open mouth, and those eye holes. I keep grinding through it, milking every drop out of him until I’m shaking and breathless.

I’m still panting, chest heaving, when I notice a drop of water running down from the corner of his eye, could that be... a tear? No way, don't be ridiculous, it's probably just the water from the power washing I did, unless... the door suddenly swings open. The janitor leans against the frame, arms crossed, smirking at me. “Am I interrupting something?"

I laugh, still impaled on Suit26’s cock. “Nah, I’m already finished,” I say as I climb off and start redressing.

He chuckles. “You gotta be careful, man. If the big boss catches you turning his expensive suits into your personal dildos, he won’t be happy. You know what happened to Larry when he was caught wearing a suit. I heard the big boss uses him as a carpet in his office."

“Relax,” I say, pulling up my pants, “We all need a break sometimes. Besides, you’re the only one who knows… and I know about you fucking the shit out of Suit13 in the storage room last month, so we’re good?”

He just nods, eyes flicking to the cum-glazed pecs. “Fair enough. Heads-up though, a gay couple just booked Suit26 for a three o’clock check-in. They want him nice and fresh. Better finish cleaning him up before they get here.” He winks and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I look back at the bed. My load is streaked across the bodysuit's massive pecs, dripping off his chin, pooling in the deep groove between his abs. The once-proud stud just lies there, empty, used, and ready for round two with the gay couple. I wonder if a gay sub was going to wear him.

I sigh and grab the cleaning cloth. “Alright, handsome. Time to make you clean again… for now.”

[mindmelter]

Alien Pill

Outside the nightclub, I saw a lean man wearing a grey hoodie standing in the dark alley. He nodded in my direction and walked deeper into the alley. I followed right behind him.

"You're Leon, right?" He asked.

"Yes. So... do you have it?"

"Of course. Pink pill or Black pill?"

"Black."

He grinned at me as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with black pills. He then handed me one pill. I inspected it closely, it looked like any other pill, but it was what was inside that made it so special and so expensive.

He then pulled another Ziploc, this time it had white pills and he handed me a second pill.

"Swallow the white pill before you use the black pill on your target."

"Got it," I then paid him the money, and after he counted it, he started walking away.

"I gotta go, have more deliveries to make. If you need anything else, you have my number. Enjoy your Alien pill, dude," but before he left he looked back. "Oh, and don't try to make the alien aware, they will crash out and die immediately if you do."

Noted. I put both pills inside my pocket and entered the nightclub. The place was crowded, and the music was loud and shitty. I couldn't wait to leave already with my prize. It didn't take me long to find the perfect subject.

It was not hard to notice him, he was the hottest and most muscular man at the club, he had huge tattooed arms and a sexy goatee. He wore a tight black tee with jean pants, and a big golden watch to match his confident persona. He looked dangerous in the sexiest way possible, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but I sure was about to mess with him. Women were being drawn to him like a magnet, they all wanted to get a piece of the man, and I was no exception, the only difference was that they had a real chance with him, while I did not.

But that was about to change, I thought as I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I swallowed the white pill first and while the hunk was distracted watching the girls trying to seduce him, I walked beside him and casually threw the black pill inside his drink. The pill quickly dissolved, and out of it came a very tiny tadpole-like alien. The tiny alien was very small and transparent, so there was no chance of the clueless stud spotting the creature in the dark chaotic dance floor. I watched with a smirk from afar as he took a sip of his drink.

The alien quickly reached the man's brain and in seconds the man was gone and in his place a parasitic alien was in control of his body. The man immediately turned and walked towards me with the biggest smile on his face. I didn't know the takeover was this quick!

The man started dancing sensually in front of me while constantly making eye contact and smiling. He danced like a typical straight man would dance, making sure all his moves were masculine and sensual, sometimes he would wink at me.

"Hey, I noticed you've been staring at me a lot. Do you like my dance moves?" He asked, his powerful baritone voice broke through the loud music.

"You're a talented dancer, but it wasn't your dancing that drew my attention." I then looked at him from his feet to his head.

His smile grew wider. "I'm Vincent, what's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Vincent."

"How about we take this party to my place, Leon? Just the two of us, what do you think?" He then grabbed his bulge and waved it at me.

I gasped when I noticed the massive hard-on inside his jeans. I was out of words, I could only smile and stare at the tattooed hunk staring at me with lust. I was getting hard as well. He chuckled and took a few steps closer, he put his huge hand on my waist and pulled me against his body, my hands were now resting on his big pecs and my hard-on was pressed against his bulge. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I've been looking for a date the entire night, turns out I was barking up the wrong trees the whole time. You're exactly what I need." He then kissed me, and I melted in his arms as I allowed my tongue to explore this hot straight man. His mouth tasted of beer and mint.

The parasitic aliens in the pills were totally clueless that they were aliens inhabiting a human body. They were programmed to believe they had always been the hosts they inhabit. The alien in control of Vincent's body had no idea he was not the real Vincent. They were biologically programmed to not realize their true nature as a fail-safe. Even if a client told them that they were just tiny programmed aliens made for horny humans to enjoy people they had no chance of sleeping with, they wouldn't understand and would simply die of shock, leaving their vessels in a vegetative state. That's why the Alien pill dealers always warned their clients to not reveal the truth to the aliens.

The pink pill means the alien has a submissive and obedient personality. These aliens are very slutty and hungry to serve, they're perfect for clients who want a slut to fuck.

The black pill is the opposite of the Pink pill, it means the alien has a dominant and alpha personality, which was exactly what I wanted out of this sexy hunk.

The white pill doesn't have an alien, they have special pheromones that only work on the aliens, making them extremely horny, obedient, and attracted to the client.

When Vincent broke the kiss, I noticed all the women who were flirting with him before, were now all staring with confusion and gossiping.

"Fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hornier than usual! I'm not gay, I was planning to get some wet pussy tonight, but for some reason all I want is to fuck you hard!" I felt his hand on my ass.

"Then let's go to your place, and you do to me what you were planning to do to your date tonight."

Once at Vincent's apartment, we entered his bedroom while we made out like lovers who were separated for months. My hands were all over his muscular arms and chest, feeling those hard pecs through his black tee, feeling them flex under my touch. I helped him take off his shirt and he backed me up against the wall.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," he growled against my lips, then shoved me down to my knees. I didn't need telling twice. My fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants down. Out it sprang—his huge thick brown cock, eight solid inches of heavy manhood, veiny and throbbing, with those big low-hanging balls swinging underneath. My mouth watered instantly.

Vincent chuckled, grabbing the base and slapping that fat heavy shaft across my cheek. Smack. Smack. "Look at you, drooling already. Pathetic little cock-hungry bitch," Smack. Smack. "You're the first man to ever enjoy this dick, so you better give me the best blowjob of my life. Open up." He didn't wait. His hand locked tight in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved every inch down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, spit already dripping down my chin. Vincent groaned, his hips snapping forward, face-fucking me raw. "That's it, choke on it, faggot. Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are." His balls slapped my chin with every thrust, his moans getting louder, rougher. I could barely breathe but fuck, I loved it.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my face, "Suck harder, fag! You should consider yourself lucky, there were women at that club who would kill to be in your place right now!"

I started sucking harder, and every time he felt I was slacking, he would slap my face. After a few minutes, he finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. "Enough warming up." Vincent ripped open his drawer, tossed a condom and the lube at my chest like trash. Then he stripped fully, climbed onto the bed, and sprawled back naked. Legs spread wide, hands resting behind his head, showing off those hairy, musky armpits and bulging biceps. His thick cock stood straight up, pulsing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get to work."

I first stripped naked and scrambled up, rolling the condom down that massive shaft, slathering it with lube till it shone. Straddling him, I lined up and sank down slow at first—fuck, the stretch burned so good. Then I started riding him like a whore, bouncing hard, grinding my ass down to take him balls-deep. "Oh shit, Vincent..." I moaned, hands on his sweaty chest, feeling those muscles flex under me. I rode faster, ass clapping, lost in it, whimpering like a slut while he smirked up at me.

"Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on my huge cock. Such a greedy little cumdump."

We flipped after I was shaking and close. Vincent pinned me missionary, legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep. His sweat dripped onto my face with every brutal thrust—hot, salty drops landing on my lips, my eyes. He was grunting like an animal, that thick dick rearranging my guts. "Take it, bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting wrecked by a real man!"

His thrusts got faster, slamming into me so hard the bed creaked. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan. "Ughhh fuuuuck—yeah, take my load you fucking slut—grrrraaahhh!" His whole body tensed, cock pulsing hard inside me as he grunted and growled through it, flooding the condom while his muscles flexed.

He then collapsed right on top of me, dead weight, breathing heavy. His cock stayed rock-hard and throbbing inside my wrecked hole even as he dozed off, pinning me there under all that muscle and ink.

I knew that although the alien would unknowingly remain in control of Vincent's body forever, the pheromones of the white pill only lasted for a day, meaning the alien's attraction to me would gradually fade until he didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't want this to end so quickly. Carefully, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, making sure not to wake Vincent, and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's Leon again. I want to order a full bag of white pills."

[makingrealalphas-deactivated202]

“Hey, I’m inside him. Made my way when he’s too busy checkin’ his body out,” texted Brian from Leo’s body

“Sweet! Now please, erase the memory where I sniff his reeked gym clothes while jacking off and you can get out from his body,” replied Charlie

“Damn dude, you got some huge spill, made my clothes dirty with it too, you cum fag,” texted Brian again while smirking, now getting more comfortable in Leo’s body as Leo’s memories flooded in

“Seriously, Bri? You know I hate that call. I’m straight, dude, but Leo’s musk is just too intense and Sasha blown off the sex that night and he walked in with that glory, how can I resist? I bet you must be dying to sniff his pit at this moment, right?” 

“Well, you better check yourself out dude. You will not shot that intense if you’re straight. And no, I’m not into my own pit. Kay, so I’ve erased that memory, I’m done right? And you better pay me tonight,” replied Brian, making his way out of Leo’s body as soon as he finished his job

“Oh, thank you bro. You’re the best. Just come in and I’ll give you the money. See you later!” 

Brian sees Leo still a little bit woozy from the possession, trying to regain his control and consciousness over his body that has been stolen a moment ago. Then, Brian checked his body, a pale white Caucasian skin with a slight beer belly that already replaced the quiet defined abs back in college time and then he checked Leo’s fit Latino’s body,  so sexy and probably in the peak performance, even stronger than his body back in college. The tan skin added sexiness to his already sexy body and that face that look gorgeous anytime, make Brian envy more and more to his best friend roommate. That’s when he decided to jumped in again into Leo’s. Leo fights Brian, blocking his way in and saying

“What do you want from me, get out from my body!” said Leo as his muscle tensed and veins started to popped

“I want to be you, so shut up and just let me in, or it will hurt so bad for you,”

“Fuck no, unghhhhhh……help! Anybody, please….unghhhh fuck, stop! Don’t do this to me, anybody…….unghhhhhh help me!” said Leo, grunting between desperate shouts to get any help

“You stupid fucker, no one here now, they all still take forever in the gym. I think it’s a huge mistake to cut your gym time to fuck with that slut Carla,” said Brian, now already controlling Leo’s bottom half body, now trying to squeeze his ass and the rest into place

“How can you know about Carl…..ahhhhhhh…fuck….not my dick….ahhhhh damn, stop this please. I can’t stand it anymore,” begged Leo, now crying as he start to feel the numbness in his legs and dick that now are not under his control anymore

“So, just stop fighting. Yeah, good, that’s a good boy. Stop fighting if you can’t stand the pain, you’ll be release from this pain soon,” said Brian, resting his head in Leo’s and whispered it into his ear as he smoothly gain control over Leo’s ripped torso and muscular arms.

With one last push, Brian is taking over Leo’s body and mind and he directly smile to the mirror

“Hey, I’m Leo Gonzalez and I’m sexy as fuck,” said Brian now in full control over Leo’s body, grabbing his stiffened junk

He sniffed his sweaty pit and said

“Nice, it will be Charlie’s task to lick this and the rest of my body tonight, and before he even realize that I’m behind this, he’ll already fall into his own lust . Sorry, but no Carla for tonight, bro,” said Brian, heading to Charlie’s apartment with cocky smirk on his face

[bettertest2]

[max-the-many]

"Damn, I feel like I'm on drugs!!"...

[vindictivenerdcels]

We bonded over the fact that we have to be the more responsible sibling in our respective family simply because we're the oldest. The pressure to be the dutiful and "provider" eldest son is incredibly high, especially for me as the first (and to date, only) person in my immediate family to go to college as a second-generation migrants to the States. So, excuse us if we are acting a bit dumb and reckless when the magic we thought to be mere jokes turned out to be real and landed us in our youngest siblings body. It's about damn time that we have some liberty to be acting like some kind of douchebag jocks with no care in the world, and that includes turning my brother air-headed daily life into money-making OF content so he can stop being a leech to my money while I'm also having the time of my life doing all of the stupid shit as him without necessarily harming my reputation

[captainmalewriter]

No Escape From Cheating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck is going on!?”

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

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

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

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

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

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

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

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

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

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

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

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[possesseddesiress]

Can i borrow your bod for a few days >.> ideally if you live someplace warm... thanks... i need out of the snow ty ty.

CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Tired Of The Snow

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc (All Included) - Tired Of The Snow

« Thank you for trusting CORPUS, Inc. The number one company for making your dreams come true, in the body of your dreams, wait a moment. » 

You heard this while waiting in the company's "offices" waiting room, although in reality, the place had more of a travel agency vibe mixed with an airport terminal, with subdued colors and a few travel posters for different destinations around the world, featuring some eye-catching bodies, as if that would help you decide which destination to take. 

Your gaze lingered for a moment, taking in all the posters advertising paradise destinations. Places like Hawaii, Costa Rica, Australia, great destinations in Latin America, and even some beach areas in the United States seemed tempting, as did the bodies... 

Damn, all those tans looked good, the sculpted bodies, the hard pecs, feet sinking into the sand, the sun bathing their skin, mingling with the sensation of the sea breeze. You felt a flutter in your stomach before the representative called your name, indicating that you could enter.

He was a young guy, no more than twenty-two, with a neat hairstyle and a somewhat average appearance, dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and ankle boots.

— Welcome – he smiled slyly and began typing a few things on his computer, glancing back at you to continue typing important information on the screen. It seemed important – Do you already have a destination in mind? Would you like any suggestions? – His hand slid smoothly to reach for some flyers, placing them in front of you.

Destinations like Rome, New York, London, even Tokyo, though you felt that wasn't really what you wanted. You were fed up with the rainy or somewhat cold weather; it had been a damn endless winter, with snowfalls and temperatures hovering below freezing. It was fun, for a while, not when you were slipping on the ice on the sidewalk every day of the week. You shuffled the papers in front of you again until you saw something that caught your eye.

— How about this one?

— A fantastic destination, sir – The guy nodded with some excitement, resuming his typing – I'll check if there are any bodies for rent in that area. There probably are; the summer promotions are amazing. Will it be a body swap or possession? Possessions increase the availability of slots for our hosts; a body swap would only close the door to those hosts who wish to travel to this part of the world, even though the price is cheaper.

You hesitated a bit at the prices before you, even though you had been saving like crazy since CORPUS, Inc. launched. It was something you wanted and longed for, not just a weekend or even a whole week, you wanted a month in a paradise destination, far from the snow and recurring colds.

— It will be a possession tour.

— Perfect! I think I have some options you'll quite like – He picked up the computer and turned it toward you. The moment you saw him, you knew exactly who you wanted to be – The transfer process can be done right here, just in another wing of the building. How about today for your “flight” date?

In less than a blink, you were already seated in a kind of capsule, resembling an MRI machine, with wires, electrodes, and machines constantly monitoring your pulse and other vital signs. Your former sales representative was replaced by a medical team moving about until the room gradually emptied. You could see a large window at the front, overlooking another room where someone was sitting.

— Hey, hi. Is everything alright in there?

— I feel like I'm in a medical exam – you murmured with a slightly awkward smile.

— Don't worry, everything will be fine. After all, your trip starts today, aren't you excited?

— Nervous.

— That's normal for the first time. We usually use a viewer and a neural transmitter for possessions, but because of the distance to the destination and the length of time you'll be inside our host, it's best to have full coverage of those things – the man's voice relaxed you a little, although you were still… tense – Let me quickly explain the process. Your body will stay here for the necessary time, with water and food to prevent complications and require care, while your consciousness inhabits the body of… Davi? Yes, Davi. At the end of your stay, you'll need to repeat the same process at our facilities there so your mind can return without any problems. Is everything clear?

— Yes, yes. Everything's clear.

— Perfect, then, let's proceed. You're not afraid of enclosed spaces, are you?

You were about to answer when you heard the machine activate. What looked like a lid rose from the side and moved upward, closing like a sarcophagus. You nervously closed your eyes, hoping it would all be over soon. A mechanical noise whirred against you, your heart pounded, and you shook your head. You wanted to move to stop the process, but a blow to your chest snapped you out of it. The pain was sharp and burning, like you'd been propelled backward.

All the sensations around you had completely vanished. There was no noise, no wires, no… You slowly opened your eyes to find a black void, as black as the space around you. You swallowed.

— Uh… Hello? Can anyone hear m-?

Another force grabbed your shoulders and pulled you as if you were on a high-speed roller coaster mixed with a giant swing. Everything around you moved, transforming into colorful lights that violently whipped you back to the ground.

When you opened your eyes again, you were shaken, everything felt like it was spinning, you felt so dizzy. The space around you was bright, white as a pearl, your retinas ached from looking at it directly.

— Senhor? O senhor consegue me ouvir? O senhor está bem?

— What?... Me?... Uh… – You could hear someone speaking, but you didn't understand anything; it was another language. Your head throbbed, your ears popped for a moment, as if you were suddenly transported to sea level.

— Você consegue me ouvir? Você consegue me entender? – You opened your eyes, confused. The language that had felt so strange a second ago finally felt familiar. You nodded, incredulous. 

— Eu... eu entendo, porra! – You burst out laughing as you felt your tongue moving in another language, sticking to the roof of your mouth and teeth in a way you weren't used to. You even had to instinctively catch it between your teeth, laughing like a maniac. And things “got worse” when you looked down and were met with firm pecs, tanned skin, and a sculpted body.

A few more routine formalities and procedures, and you were ready to go out into the world with your new identity, Davi. Where had you chosen to go? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 

It was basically on the other side of the world, but damn! Ever since you saw the flyer, you knew it was what you wanted: beach, sand, and ocean, the sun shining in all its glory, the palpable summer atmosphere everywhere you looked, and tight swimsuits.

And your huge, muscular body matched perfectly, with those thick, soft pecs – you were getting addicted to playing with them, ha. How could someone be so muscular? It was nothing like your old body, not a single part. Your thighs were like tree trunks! Your feet were gigantic, and your ass? For God's sake, that was the best part, the wet swimsuits sticking together and rubbing like a perverted glare at you.

Or the scent, damn! So spicy and acidic, mixed with a good cologne, it just blew your mind. This guy had it all. You couldn't wait to explore the rest of the city, the nightlife, other men to have fun with… You were getting "excited" just thinking about it. But for the moment, you were content lying on the beach, the sand sticking to your skin like you were being breaded. The sun felt perfect, yes…

It truly was the best investment of your life. Nothing could go wrong, right?

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[theandrofile]

1 NEW MESSAGE: JAKE ROOMMATE guess were i am??? :) Not in class? yeh lol…

Oh, Jake. From the moment I met him, I wasn't sure what he was doing here. Higher education (or any education, really) didn't agree with him.

He certainly didn't agree with it.

"So, what classes are you taking?" I asked him as we set up our dorm.

"I dunno," he said. "Kinda seems like a waste of time, y'know? Like, I got so much better shit I could be doin' instead of listenin' to some prof talk about, like, why the curtains are purple or whatever. It's such bullshit."

"Oh…?"

"For real, think about it, dude. Like, what's gonna be better for my career? Writin' a bunch of papers, or goin' to the gym, workin' out, meetin' people, makin' connections? 'Cus nobody's gonna care about my grades, once I get outta here, y'know? But they are gonna care about me. I'm gonna make 'em care. Who I am, who I know, all that. Like, people are gonna say…'Yo, that's Jake? Remember Jake? He's fuckin' awesome, hahaha!' N' dude, like, you're gonna be able to say you were roomies with the Jake. How cool's that?"

"Right, it's cool. But tuition's not exactly cheap."

"Who cares, bro? I'll start an OF or a Throne or some shit, hahaha. Like, everythin' costs money anyways, dude. Don't you worry about me, like, imma figure it out. But the good news is, I got unlimited protein -"

"The dining hall?"

"Yeah, n' gym access, hahaha. I'm gonna go crazy, dude…"

"Well, just…don't go too crazy?"

"Ay, I appreciate it!" He smiled.

"So, I'm just thinking this through. What happens when you fail a class?"

"Who says I'm gonna fail? I'm just not gonna go. Keep up, bro!"

"Right…"

"I mean, if you do my homework for me…"

"Excuse me?"

"Hey, roomies help each other out! I can already tell you're all, like, smart n' stuff. So…"

"So?"

"Don't you nerds like doin' homework?"

"Wow."

"What? I'm just sayin'…"

"That's like if I said, 'Don't you jocks like being big and dumb?'"

"Uh, yeah." He paused. "We do. I do. That's, like, my whole plan? Bro, I take that shit back 'cus if you're a nerd…you're like, pretty slow…haha."

[masterlouistf]

"Come on Harry, let's play rock paper scissors to see who gets to use the stone first," I said, holding up the mysterious wishing stone we had found on our hike.

"Sure thing, Alex," Harry replied, readying his hand.

I won the first round and wished for us to be rich and smart. Harry followed suit, also wishing for wealth and intelligence. But as we continued to play, the competition between us grew.

"My turn again," I said, grinning at Harry. "I wish for you to be tall and muscular."

As I spoke the words, I watched as Harry's body began to change. His previously slender frame started to bulge and grow, muscles rippling and stretching under his skin. His arms became thick and strong, his chest and abs defined and chiseled. His legs became toned and powerful, his thighs bulging with raw strength.

Harry's transformation was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I watched him grow into a towering hunk before my eyes. His previously narrow shoulders became broad and muscular, his biceps bulging as he flexed them. His previously small pecs swelled and grew, his nipples hardening as he ran his hands over his new body.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Harry said, flexing his muscles and admiring his new physique in the mirror.

"Well, it's my turn now," Harry said, using the stone to make me even more attractive. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the changes that had taken place in my appearance. My formerly average-looking face had become chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. My nose had become straight and sharp, my lips full and sensual. My hair had grown thick and luscious, falling in soft waves around my face.

But things took a turn when we both made jokes while holding the stone. Harry jokingly said were such "dumbasses", We didn't expect the stone to take his words literally, but suddenly we both felt our intelligence slipping away.

As the changes to my memory took place, I suddenly found myself forgetting everything I had ever learned. My thoughts became jumbled and disorganized, and I struggled to form coherent sentences. I couldn't remember anything from my past, including my education and career.

In my new memories, I had dropped out of school and was too stupid to hold down a job. I resorted to being an escort, using my body to make a living. But instead of feeling shame and embarrassment, I was cocky and arrogant about my new career. I remembered feeling confident and sexy as I strutted my stuff, turning heads wherever I went.

It wasn't until I used the stone again that things really got interesting. Being dumb, I jokingly said how gay we look right now. But as we looked at each other, we both suddenly felt a strong attraction to the other. My desire for Harry became overwhelmingly intense, and I couldn't resist using the stone to make him my slut.

"I wish for you to be my dumb, submissive slut," I said, feeling a surge of arousal as I imagined Harry wrapped around my cock, ready to do my bidding.

Harry blushed at the thought, but couldn't deny the thrill of submission. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your horny little slut, ready to please you any way you want."

With all of his newfound muscle, he easily pinned me down and stole the stone from my grasp. "I wish for you to be a dominant alpha, one who only wants to fuck me," Harry said, his voice dripping with desire.

As the words left his mouth, I felt a sudden shift in my body and mind. My muscles grew even bigger and more defined, my chest and abs rippling with raw strength. I felt a surge of confidence and aggression, my desire for Harry becoming all-consuming.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Just before I could take him, he made one final wish. "I wish for you to have a 12-inch beer can thick cock and massive balls," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't believe the changes that took place in my groin. My already impressive member grew even bigger, the thickness and girth almost too much to handle. My balls swelled to enormous size, filled with an endless supply of cum. I could feel the power and intensity in my new member, ready to fuck Harry nonstop and cum every time.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed Harry and aggressively took him, pounding into him with my massive cock. He moaned and begged for more, his submissive desires driving him wild.

Fucking Harry was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tight, muscular body was a perfect fit for my massive cock, and I couldn't get enough of the way he begged for more. As I pounded into him, I could feel every inch of my member sliding into him, the tightness and heat driving me wild.

As I approached my climax, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside Harry, my cum filling him to the brim. As I filled him with my seed, we both made a wish that this moment would never end.

Suddenly, we found ourselves trapped in an endless loop of me fucking Harry and cumming inside him, our aggressive sex never stopping. Harry's ass was constantly filled with my cum, the splashing noises echoing in our ears as we got lost in the pleasure.

We were locked in this blissful state forever, never wanting to break free from the intense pleasure we were experiencing. The wishing stone had granted our desires in ways we never could have imagined, and we were both grateful to be trapped in this endless cycle of hardcore, aggressive sex.

[razostory]

SuperMelvin

It was careers day at school when Clark Kent was giving his speech to the class about his career in journalism, how he became a top reporter for the Daily Planet and all the doors his career had opened up for him. Most of the class looked bored out of their minds. Except Melvin. No. Melvin looked absolutely ecstatic. But not because of the possibility of a career working for the newspaper. But because he knew. He knew who this handsome muscle bound creature before him really was. He figured it out a long time ago when his obsession began. Melvin had always been the scrawniest, shortest nerd at school who all the other kids made fun of and called fag. Then Superman came on the scene and Melvin became obsessed. Here was this huge godlike specimen with all the power in the universe. Boy, if I could only have that power for myself thought Melvin.

It was at lunchtime when Melvin set his plan into motion.

"HELP! HELP! SAVE ME SUPERMAN! PLEASE" Melvin yelled from behind the schools gymnasium at the far end of the school grounds. It wasn't long before the man of steel appeared in the blink of an eye, clad in the bright blue and red suit that did nothing to hide his musculature and thick bulge.

"I'm here boy! What's wrong?"

"Thank god you're here Superman, there some guys threatening me with gun...behind you!" Melvin pointed to which Superman of course did to see nothing at all behind him but the expanse of the school grounds.

That's when Superman suddenly felt weak. He knew what he could be feeling, its the same feeling he always got whenever he was close to....green kryptonite. And there it was being slung over his neck and chest in a man-made necklace of sorts.

"Oh god! Why?! You bastard!"

"Hahaha why?!" Melvin laughed evilly as he started to tent up with his pathetic boner of 4 inches. "Because this is destiny that's why!" Exclaimed Melvin as he turned the superheroes body back against the wall and shoved him down.

"Now let's see what the man of Steel is packing" Melvin pulled down the red trunks revealing Supermans flaccid 9 inch cock. "God damn! Can't wait for this beast to be mine!"

"Wh-what?! What are you talking about!"

"Just relax Supes, I've got it all figured it out!" Said Wesley before pulling out a vial of silver kryptonite and squeezing the man of steels nose and force feeding the liquid down the heroes throat. "Taste good?"

"What the fuck was that?!"

"Just a special ingredient for me to get what's mine. Now it's time for my poison" stated Melvin matter of factly before lowering himself down and giving Supermans cock a good tongue bath as the man of Steel began to moan in ecstasy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck" moaned Kal El in total bliss just giving himself in to the pure pleasure that Melvin was giving him. As Melvin continued to work the tip of the cock with his tongue and fondle the man of steels orange sized balls, before groping the huge lycra clad thighs and the massive hard pecs. Yes thought Melvin, this was almost too fucking easy. Hahaha.

It was then that a group of jocks who had bullied Melvin all his high school life came round the corner to witness the super blowjob taking place "what the fuck Melvin! Get off Superman you fucking fag! He wants nothing to do with a homo like you.

But it was too late.

Wesley has just greedily swallowed 5 volleys of super spunk down his throat with an evil eagerness.

Melvin stood up. All 5"4 of him and faced his bullies.

"You're just in time for the show guys!!!! Hahahaha.....HAHAHAHAHAA.....YESSSSSS....UGGGHHHHH......I CAN FEEL THE POWER. the power. Oh goddddd."

And then the moment Melvin had been waiting for for months began to happen. The ultimate moment. He began to grow.

Melvin went up. And up from 5"4 to 5"7.

"OHHH YEAAAAH"

from 5'7 to 6"

"YEAAAAHHH. MAKE ME GROW"

From 6" to 6"11. Melvins shirt and trousers had rode right up showing his stomach and stick like calves.

"How do you like me now boys? Things are just getting started." And with that Melvin struck a laughable double bicep pose with nothing almost there, but not for long as muscles upon muscles began piling up all over his body. The jocks could only look on in confusion, last, awe and fear.

"What the fuck Melvin! How?!" Asked Chad the jock leader

"It's SuperMelvin now you pathetic runt! Look at me! LOOK AT ME GROW!" shouted Melvin as RIIIIP AND RIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP his pants and shirt just tore right off revealing the body of a heavyweight bodybuilder. "FUCK YEAAAAH! THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. And as for my feet." Melvin looked down. "I think I'm gonna need some bigger boots boys! " as POP POP his school shoes just exploded right off before Melvin stomped on the remains with his new super muscular godlike feet as Melvin continued to drool all over himself as he continued to Flex and grope his new godlike body.

"I bet you're all imagining what this feels like" Melvin said as he flexed a basketball bicep and groped it with his other hand. "It's a shame none of you will ever know." Melvin flexed a most massive most muscular grinning a sadistic grin his eyes beginning to glow red a little.

It was then that the drained Superman got up, his now pathetic skinny form in the oversized suit staggering to Melvin and attempting a punch to Melvins back but Melvin didn't even flinch.

"HAHA what was that?! You pathetic little alien." Exclaimed Melvin. "Check out what a real Superman looks like" said Melvin posing over the man of Steel in just his grey briefs. "And oh yeah! By the way I have every single one of your attributes too" winked Melvin before gesturing down to Clarks now pathetic stub of a cock before Melvin concentrated as his now supercock grew and flexed out of the confines of his briefs into a thick footlong erection.

The jocks could only look on as Melvin, the former skinny scrawny short nerd of the school had now become a true god. Just totally intimidating the man of steel

Melvin grabbed the collar of Supermans costume and lifted him in the air with one arm with total ease. He felt like a feather to him! "I suppose I better thank you for making me what I was destined to be! Hahaha! Life is sure going to be different from now on! Now I'm going to send you back from where you came from! " supermans eyes widened "wha! No wait-" before Melvin grabbed the end of Supermans Cape with his other muscular hand and span and swung the man of Steel a few times like a discuss before launching the alien High into the sky, before he was barely a dot. And then he was gone.

"God damn I'm strong! Hahaha I'm a god. A FUCKING GOD! Anyone else want to have a go against the god?!" Melvin gestured to the jocks. His godcock still erect like an accusing thick arm. "Haha I didn't think so!"

"You.......you treated Superman like he was nothing" Chad said.

"Hardly a Superman at all now is he HAHA" Melvin said sadistically. "But you know who is?" Melvins eyes began to glow before firing lasers straight past Chad's head and hitting the trees behind setting them ablaze.

"Time for you fuckers to pay for all the torment you gave me all these years! Get ready to face a gods justice."

And all the jocks began to scream and run. As Melvin smiled with glee. This is what he had always wanted. He stoked his thick supercock with total pleasure before firing super huge volleys of supercum about a hundred feet in the air before it rained down and creaming the jocks making them stuck in their path.

Melvin laughed again before concentrating and in a blinding flash he was now neck to toe in his very own supersuit, not like Supermans suit, but one of his very own. Where Supermans had been red and Blue. Melvins was Blue and Yellow. With Yellow Boots, Trunks and Cape. "Haha I did always like the Bananaman comics" thought Melvin as he worshipped his own body in the skintight material before crossing his arms and willing himself to levitate to 50 feet in the air and over to the terrified jocks.

"I will spare you all today. Your fear is enough. There is no more Melvin. Only SuperMelvin. Anyone who calls me Melvin again will be thrown into fucking space. Understand?" Stated Supermelvin as the jocks looked on, a couple of them pissing themselves with fear.

Supermelvin turned his body in the air, extended his fist and shot out at 1000mph with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. I am God Supermelvin thought.

Melvin began to laugh, and laugh before concentrating and in a flash.

Take from:

SuperMelvin

It was careers day at school when Clark Kent was giving his speech to the class about his career in journalism, how he became a top reporter