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[permanent-swaps]

Cognitive Body Therapy

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

---

I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

[hauntedestheart]

The Full Package (Male Body Swap)

Look at that smile...

Salvator was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Platinum face card, banging body, can you blame me for sneaking a peek at him in the gym locker room? And that was how I found out he had one of the smallest dicks I'd seen on a man.

I thought he'd be angry at me for peeping, but he actually seemed relieved to let someone in on his secret and even admitted something to me: he was a virgin!

I was shocked– the guy was sex on legs. Even I'd managed to get my dick wet once or twice, and I wasn't much of a looker. But it turned out he was so ashamed of the size of his penis that he'd never let anyone near it, resigning himself to a lonely existence of being the big man in the streets while rubbing himself off with a pillow between the sheets.

He had the face of a movie star and the body of a supermodel and he still wasn't happy, just because he didn't have the cock of a porn star to match. In a way, I felt sorry for him, because that's one hell of an insecurity. But mostly I thought that he was the dumbest man on earth to be so gifted and complain about the one thing he didn't have.

(And also like... hadn't the guy ever heard of bottoming?)

So I offered him a deal: I'd do a little trade with him and take his tiny pecker and give him my own, leaving him with the thick nine incher of his dreams. However, I would get it back for three days a month... along with everything attached to it.

Long story short, Salvator is having a LOT more sex these days, so I suppose I can say "you're welcome" to the men and women of this great city for unleashing such a gift upon them. And as for me? I take a long weekend off of work at the end of every month for a lovely beachside vacation where I can reconnect with my old package, along with Salvator's chiseled abs and fat ass.

I'm having a lot more sex these days too.

A happy ending all around, although I can't help but feel like I got the better end of the deal; he only gets one part of me, whereas I'm getting to take advantage of all of him. Imagine giving up all of that up just because it didn't have a few inches more on between the legs!

I suppose I can't talk though... after all, I get to have it all.

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story (Pt. 2)

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since Cruz and I swapped back.

I was sitting on my couch with a beer in hand, staring at the SwapService app icon on my phone. I’d deleted it the day we returned to our own bodies, telling myself I needed a break. The whole experience had been intense. Eye-opening. Kind of incredible, honestly. For the first time in my life I’d been able to have sex with men without the crushing weight of fear that someone I knew would find out. I’d fucked, I’d been fucked, I’d finally let myself enjoy it. Cruz’s body had felt good. Young. Tight. Full of energy.

But the way he casually asked me on the last night if I wanted to make the swap permanent had freaked me out. Who the hell offers something like that so easily? Was that normal on this site? I’d said no immediately, and he’d just shrugged like it was no big deal. Still, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t intrigued by the idea.

A do-over. Getting to live as an out gay man from a much younger age. No decades spent hiding. No pretending.

I shook my head and took another sip of beer. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Ryan. One more swap. Just to explore a little more. Nothing permanent. Nothing crazy.

I reinstalled the app, set up my profile again, and adjusted my preferences.

The moment I hit search, a profile popped up at the very top with a bright green 98% compatibility score.

That was insanely high. Higher than anything I’d seen last time, even with Cruz.

I tapped on it.

My stomach dropped.

David Clemence, 25

One of my former varsity swimmers. Lean, athletic build, wavy brown hair, cocky smile in his profile picture. He was shirtless by the ocean, water still dripping down his chest. He looked exactly like I remembered him — confident, good-looking, and way too young.

What the hell was he doing on here?

I stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering. Part of me knew I should just close the app. But another part of me — the part that had spent years in high school and college fighting against stealing glances at other swimmers in the locker room — stayed frozen.

I opened his profile fully.

His bio was short:

“Former swimmer. Looking for an older, experienced guy who knows how to take charge. Open to anything, including longer swaps.”

My cock twitched in my shorts before I could stop it.

I told myself I was just curious. I clicked the message button.

A new chat window opened.

Before I could even type anything, David’s message came through.

David: Coach Ryan? Holy shit, no way. Is that really you?

I stared at the screen for a second, then typed back.

Ryan: Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see you on here, David.

David: Same here, Coach. This is wild. I just logged on tonight and your profile popped up. Crazy coincidence. What brings you on here>

I leaned back on the couch, heart still beating faster than it should. I decided to keep things vague.

Ryan: I’ve just been taking a little break from things. Trying to figure some stuff out, I guess.

David: I get that You doing okay?

I hesitated, then found myself opening up more than I planned.

Ryan: Honestly? I’ve been exploring my sexuality lately. First time I’ve really let myself do that. It’s been… new. Kind of freeing, but also scary as hell.

David: That’s awesome, Coach. Seriously. I’m really glad you’re doing that. You deserve to figure shit out without anyone giving you crap.

His words hit me harder than I expected. I felt a strange warmth in my chest. Out of all the people who could have said that to me, hearing it from one of my former swimmers felt surprisingly good.

Ryan: Thanks, David. That means more than you know.

We messaged back and forth for a while. He was easy to talk to — supportive, casual, and didn’t make it weird. After twenty minutes of chatting, he finally said it.

David: So… would you want to swap for a few days? I’m down if you are.

I read the message twice. My stomach tightened.

Ryan: You sure that wouldn’t be too weird? ... Exploring my sexuality, I mean.

David: Nah, not weird at all. That’s kind of what the site is for, right? Exploring stuff. Besides, I haven’t been getting much attention from guys lately anyway. I’ve worked hard to keep this body in shape. Might as well let someone who actually put it to good use. And if it’s an old friend like you? Even better.

Shit, I didn't realize David was gay. I mean, I guess in retrospect that makes sense, but I hadn't really thought that much about it. That would make things a bit easier.

I could feel myself getting tempted. The 98% match, the easy conversation, the way he was reassuring me… it all made it feel strangely safe.

Ryan: You’re really okay with me being in your body?

David: More than okay, Coach. I’d actually like it. I've always looked up to you, it would be cool to repay you for that.

I stared at my phone for a long moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Ryan: Alright then, let's do it.

David and I agreed on a four-day swap. The process felt smoother than with Cruz. A bright flash behind my eyes, a moment of vertigo, and then everything settled.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a small, tidy apartment. I looked down.

David’s body.

Lean, smooth, athletic. My new hands were younger, veins less prominent. I sat up slowly and walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.

It was so fucking weird.

I was staring at one of my former swimmers. The same kid I used to yell at for lazy flip turns and sloppy streamline. Now I was him. I ran David’s hands over his chest and abs, feeling the tight muscle definition I used to see every day at practice. His skin was smooth, almost no hair except a thin trail leading down from his navel. His cock was already half-hard just from the novelty of the swap.

I wrapped my new hand around it and gave a slow stroke. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. It felt different. More sensitive. Quicker to respond.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered in David’s voice. It still felt surreal hearing his younger tone come out of my mouth.

I kept stroking, watching myself — watching him — in the mirror. The way his abs flexed, the way his biceps popped when I tensed my arm. I imagined all the times I’d stood on the pool deck trying not to look too long at these exact bodies. Now I was inside one.

I jerked off faster, breathing harder, until I came hard across David’s tight stomach, thick ropes landing on his smooth skin. I stood there panting, looking at the mess I’d made in my former swimmer’s body.

It was the strangest mix of guilt and arousal I’d ever felt.

A few days later I was at a gay bar downtown in David’s body. It was crowded, loud, and full of guys in their twenties. I felt both out of place and strangely excited. Being young again, being able to be here without anyone recognizing me, was liberating.

I was nursing a vodka soda at the bar when I saw him.

Tommy Morrison.

He was standing near the edge of the dance floor with a couple of friends, laughing at something. He’d filled out nicely since high school — broader shoulders, solid arms, a confident stance. He looked good. Really good.

I remembered him clearly. He joined the swim team as a junior when David was a freshman. It was supposed to be cross-training for running after he injured his ankle pretty badly. Less impact on the joints. But Tommy took to swimming so naturally that he stuck with it. Skipped indoor track his senior year just so he could keep swimming.

He’d always been one of the nicest kids I ever coached. Respectful, hardworking, good attitude.

And now I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat.

I quickly looked away, heat rising in my face. What the hell are you doing, Ryan? You were his coach.

Then it hit me.

In this body, I was younger than Tommy now.

The realization sent a strange thrill through me. I wasn’t his coach anymore.

Before I could decide whether to look away or go say something, Tommy started walking straight toward me. My stomach flipped. I tried to act casual, but when he tapped me on the shoulder I still startled slightly.

“Hey man, how are you?” Tommy said with a big smile. Without hesitation he pulled me into a quick, firm hug. He smelled like cologne and beer. When he stepped back, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering for a second, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. David’s face was probably bright red.

Tommy didn’t seem to mind. “This is crazy, I haven’t seen you in forever. Come meet my friends.”

He introduced me to the group as David. For the rest of the night I stayed with them — laughing, drinking, moving between the bar and the dance floor. I couldn’t stop watching Tommy. The way he carried himself was magnetic. He was masculine and confident without trying too hard, but he was also goofy and playful — teasing his friends, making dumb jokes, dancing badly on purpose just to make everyone laugh. Guys kept glancing at him and checking him out as they walked by.

He was everything I wished I could have been as a gay man — comfortable in his skin, open, free.

By the end of the night we were all drunk and starving. The whole group ended up at a McDonald’s a couple blocks away. We crammed into a booth, laughing too loud for the late hour. Tommy slid in right next to me. Without saying anything, he smoothly wrapped his arm around my waist and let his hand rest on my side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

The casual touch sent heat rushing through David’s body.

When it was finally time to leave, Tommy’s hand moved to my thigh under the table. He rubbed the inside of it, fingers pressing just firm enough to make my breath catch.

“My apartment is right around the corner,” he said, voice low and close to my ear. “I’ve got some new records if you want to come see them.”

I didn’t even pretend to hesitate.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out a little rough in David’s throat. “I’d like that.”

We said goodbye to his friends and started walking. Tommy kept his hand on my lower back the whole way. His apartment was only a five-minute walk, but it felt longer with the tension building between us. When we got inside, he locked the door behind us and turned to face me, that same slight grin playing on his lips.

I wandered over to his record collection, pretending to look through the sleeves while trying to calm my nerves. A few seconds later I felt Tommy come up behind me. His hands gently grabbed my waist and turned me around. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was tender at first, almost careful. Then he deepened it, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck. When he finally pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and said quietly, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

My heart slammed in David’s chest. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, harder this time.

We made our way to his bed, still kissing as we pulled each other’s shirts off. Tommy laid me down gently and started kissing down my neck, then across my smooth chest and stomach. Every touch of his lips sent electricity through me. I couldn’t stop staring at him — his perfectly toned body, the way his veiny biceps flexed as he held himself over me, that cute smile, the light mustache above his lip, his warm sweet eyes, and the cool geometric tattoo on his forearm.

He was gorgeous.

I was so turned on I could barely think straight. This was one of my former swimmers — a kid I used to coach — now kissing his way down my (David’s) body like he’d been waiting years to do it. The guilt and the thrill mixed together in a way that made everything feel even more intense.

Tommy looked up at me, eyes dark with want, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh.

He stood up and pushed his underwear down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang up, hard and thick, curving slightly upward. I stared at it, my mouth going dry. He had already stripped me completely naked.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between my spread legs. Looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes, he poured some lube onto his fingers and warmed it up by rubbing them together.

He leaned forward slightly and pressed one slick finger against my hole. I tensed for a second, but his other hand gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, slow and soothing. He pushed the finger in carefully, working it deeper with small, patient movements. A low moan escaped my throat.

After a minute he added a second finger, stretching me open. I squirmed on the sheets, breathing heavier, my cock leaking against my stomach. The combination of his fingers and that steady, comforting hand on my thigh was driving me crazy.

Tommy looked me straight in the eyes, his voice low and commanding.

“Are you on Prep?”

I could barely form words. I was so desperate to feel him inside me that it came out shaky and needy.

“Yes,” I managed, practically whimpering. “Yeah, I’m on it.”

Tommy gave me that same endearing, cute, confident smile — the one that made my chest tighten. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock, and lined himself up.

He thrust into me in one smooth, steady motion.

I gasped loudly as he filled me, my hands grabbing at his arms. He felt huge inside David’s tighter body. Tommy let out a deep groan, eyes half-closed for a moment, then looked back down at me as he started moving his hips.

“Fuck, David…” he breathed, leaning down closer.

Tommy started thrusting, deep and steady. Every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me.

Fuck, he’s so hot. The thought kept repeating in my head as I watched him above me. The way his shoulders flexed, the way his chest moved with each breath, the confident look on his face. This is exactly how I want to be. Masculine. At ease in my own skin. Open. Desired.

This was my first time having sex without a condom. The feeling of Tommy’s bare cock sliding in and out of me was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell if raw sex just felt this incredible, or if it was specifically his cock — thick, curved, and hitting the perfect spot every single time. Honestly, it was probably both.

Tommy’s rhythm picked up. His eyes had turned darker, hungrier. He looked down at me and said in a low, rough voice, “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”

That sent me spiraling.

I closed my eyes and pictured it — being inside Tommy’s body instead. Looking down at David’s lean, smooth body spread out beneath me. Seeing my new, stronger hands gripping these hips. Fucking him with this powerful body while wearing that cute, confident smile.

The fantasy hit me like a freight train.

I came hard, moaning loudly as my cock pulsed between us, shooting across David’s stomach and chest. My hole clenched tight around Tommy’s cock with every wave.

“Fuck— David—” Tommy groaned. His thrusts became shorter and harder, then he buried himself deep and came. I felt every pulse as he filled me.

He dropped down onto me, chest to chest, our sweaty skin pressing together and smearing my cum between us. I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting beer and salt on his tongue.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.

All I could think, over and over, was:

How can I swap with him?

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Couples therapy.

[repossesseddesires]

Please can we have some fanfiction

Hey, hey! Sure. It would be quite interesting to write some fanfiction. Although, I have to be honest, it's been ages since I've written anything like this here on the blog. I think I've only worked on the idea once or twice since the beginning. But it would be really great to do it, although I think I'd need your help planning which fanfic you'd like best. I've been thinking and I've come up with this list of options:

Heartstopper (University AU): Ben Hope never got over his resentment towards Charly for moving on without him, and not only that, but for finding a guy much better than him, the damn Nick Nelson, with his huge muscles, thick pecs, and charming smile. Why shouldn't he steal his body? Two birds with one stone: he gets that godlike body and gets his perfect revenge on his ex.

Invincible: William is Mark's best friend, always loyal to him, with a great deal of affection and, at the same time, intense envy – his good physique, his powers, how good he looks in spandex… One day, while scrolling through the internet, Will was lucky enough to find a body-swap spell, and of course, he knows exactly who to use it on.

Pokémon: Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, is more than fed up with everyone meddling in his affairs, thwarting all his plans time and time again, so… why not start infiltrating the very side that's trying so hard to take him down? A visit to the Alola region and he already has in mind a certain “professor” to use as a means to his schemes. 

Jurassic World: Peter is an intern who has just joined the ranks of Jurassic World as a geneticist. He's too skinny, too short, and has no luck with men whatsoever. However, after a failed experiment with pheromones and experimental InGen technology, he ends up waking up in the massive, monumental body of Owen Grady.

Marvel - Fantastic Four: Doom is fed up with the Fantastic Four meddling in everything he does—his plans, his rule in Latveria, everything. It's not the first time he's infiltrated the halls of Baxter Tower; he's already switched bodies with Reed Richards more than once. But… what if he sets his sights on the supernova-playboy of New York City? 

Riverdale: Kevin has always… desired Archie. Nights and nights of spying on him with Betty have caused him to develop an almost obsessive crush on the redhead. With that sweaty body, his perfect pecs, his jawline—his entire physique of a favorite athlete—Kevin wants him for himself, and it seems fate is granting his wish, only not in the way he expected.

The Boys: Hughie has always been too skinny, pathetic, weak, and fragile compared to his teammates, his girlfriend, and by a wide margin compared to the heroes he wants to face. However, thanks to an experimental Compound V, the pathetic human wakes up in the body of SuperBoy, while the "hero" wakes up in the skinny human's body.

Marvel - Young Avengers: William and Tommy are the Scarlet Witch's lost sons, one a sorcerer like his mother while the other is a speedster, albeit somewhat... Reckless, overconfident in their powers and abilities, an arrogance that will lead them straight to the lair of a telepathic villain who will not have the slightest mercy in molding their minds to his liking.

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These are just a few ideas I have; you can vote for which one you like best.

Which idea do you like best?

Heartstopper

Invincible

Pokémon

Jurassic World

Marvel: Fantastic Four

Riverdale

The Boys

Marvel: Young Avengers

Voting ended onMay 18

Although, I'm always open to suggestions, so you can also tell me about other plots or characters (from series, movies, or other media) that you'd like to see in these situations (possession, body swapping, mind control). It would be great to chat with you. You can send them to my inbox, by message, or here in the comments. I'd love to hear your ideas, thanks!

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Abroad Home

I’d been dreaming about studying abroad in Europe since I was twelve years old. So when the acceptance email hit my inbox at the end of my second year at the University of Calgary, I actually screamed in the middle of the library. A full year in Portugal? Sun-drenched streets, pastel buildings, ocean air, and actual European boys who probably knew how to kiss properly? Sign me the fuck up.

The only weird part was my school’s so-called “Immersion Exchange Program,” which was run by some educational company called Arterra. Every study abroad advisor that explained the program kept using the same weirdly specific language: “You’ll be living the life of a local student.” They said it with these bright, unnerving smiles. When I asked what that actually meant, they waved it off.

“Oh, you’ll understand once you’re there. It’s the deepest possible cultural integration. You’ll come back completely changed.”

The fourth-years who had already done the program were even cagier. I’d corner a couple of them after class and they’d just smirk, eyes glazing over like they were remembering something filthy.

“Changed my life,” one girl named Maya told me, twirling a strand of hair. “You have no idea how much.”

Another guy, Ethan, just laughed low and said, “Trust me, Liv. You’ll have the best time.”

It was strange, though. I could’ve sworn most of them had never actually left campus for a semester abroad. And every time I tried to dig, they changed the subject or suddenly remembered they had somewhere to be.

When I asked the international office about flights, housing, student visas, what to pack, all the normal stuff, they just smiled again and said, “We handle everything. Just show up at the Arterra Exchange Facility on August 29th at 11 a.m. sharp. Everything will be taken care of.”

So I spent the whole summer slinging overpriced leggings and iced lattes at the mall in Calgary, counting down the days. No confirmation email about my Portuguese class start date. No housing assignment. No flight itinerary. Every time I emailed, the reply was the same cheerful bullshit: “All arrangements are in hand. Don’t worry! Just show up on the 29th with a valid passport and your house keys and we will take care of the rest. No need to even pack a bag.”

By the time August rolled around I was low-key panicking, but I still showed up at the address they gave me. I assume they would just be giving me an airport transfer from here. I still thought was weird not to bring anything with me, but maybe they had clothes for me to make sure I dressed like a local too? Who knows?

The actual facility looked less like a travel office and more like a high-end medical clinic—sleek glass doors, soft lighting, and a faint smell of something citrusy in the air.

The receptionist checked my name off a tablet and motioned for me to follow her down a quiet hallway.

“Right in here, Olivia,” she said, opening the door to a small, windowless room. The walls had this strange sheen, like they were made of something that wasn’t quite drywall. A single padded chair sat in the center. “Just have a seat and relax. The process will begin shortly.”

“Process?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was just orientation or paperwork or—”

She was already stepping back out. “You’ll be fine. Most students find it… exhilarating.”

The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, final sound. I stood there for a second, arms crossed, staring at the weird glowing walls. This felt off. Like, sci-fi movie off.

Before I could even knock on the door and demand answers, the lights overhead flickered once, twice—

A sudden, intense burning sensation ripped through my entire body, like every nerve had been lit on fire at the same time. My knees buckled. I tried to grab the chair but missed. The room spun violently, colors bleeding together, and then—

Everything went black

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When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the silence. No more flickering lights, no burning. Just the low hum of air conditioning.

I groaned and pushed myself up in the chair, blinking hard. My arms felt… wrong. Heavier. Longer. The sleeves of my hoodie rode up on forearms that were definitely not mine—dusted with dark hair, veins standing out a little, and way more muscle than I’d ever had in my life. I looked down.

My chest was flat. Broad. The soft curve of my breasts was gone, replaced by solid pectorals under a dark blue sweatshirt. My thighs pressed against the fabric of my jeans in a completely different way—thicker, stronger, the kind of legs that filled out pants instead of just sliding into them. Between them, there was an unmistakable, heavy weight that made my stomach drop.

I wasn’t Olivia anymore.

I was a guy.

A very real, very male guy.

Before I could even process the panic rising in my throat, the door opened again. This time a different woman stepped in—mid-thirties, sharp blazer, clipboard in hand, and the same unnervingly calm smile everyone here seemed to wear.

“Olá, Nuno,” she said gently, then switched to English with only a light accent. “Or… should I still call you Olivia for now? I’m so sorry for the abrupt transition. Most students handle the awakening a little better, but we understand this can be disorienting.”

I stared at her, mouth open. My voice—when it finally came out—was deeper, rougher, but still perfect English. “What the actual fuck did you do to me?”

She didn’t flinch. “You’ve been successfully exchanged. Welcome to Lisbon! Our program is designed for true cultural immersion: you live in your partner’s body, attend their classes, meet their friends, speak their language. It’s the only way to really learn about local life.”

I laughed, but it came out shaky and too loud. “You swapped me? Into a dude? Are you serious right now?”

She nodded, completely unfazed. “Your case is a little unusual, I’ll admit. There’s been quite a bit of foreign demand for Portuguese students this year but not nearly as much domestic interest in Canadian students I’m afraid. We could not find a local girl that met our requirements to swap with you, but Nuno here was offered a generous incentive—several thousand euros—to participate. He’s from a very small village to the south of here and wanted the money to move to the city properly.”

I ran a hand through my new hair—short, thick, dark brown—and felt the unfamiliar scratch of stubble on my jaw.

“Wait… so he wasn’t even a student here?” I asked, voice cracking a little in that new register.

“No, he wasn’t,” she confirmed. “And so we actually had to enroll you as an international student on study abroad. But don’t worry—it will still be an excellent experience. You’ll have full access to the university, the city, everything. And your knowledge of Portuguese will start filtering in naturally over the next few days as the neural integration settles. You’ll feel more like yourself—well, more like Nuno—soon.”

I stood up on legs that felt too long, too powerful. The movement sent an odd, warm shift through my groin that made my cheeks burn. “You should’ve just let me come as myself, then. Like fucking hell.”

She gave me a sympathetic tilt of her head. “We understand you’re upset. Many students feel that way at first. But give it a little time. You’ll settle in. Most of them say it’s the best year of their lives.”

They handed me a small envelope with keys, a student ID card that already had what I assume was my—Nuno’s—face on it, and directions to “my” flat.

By the time I stepped outside, it was night. The August daylight I’d left behind in Calgary had vanished. Lisbon glowed around me—warm streetlights and the distant hum of scooters.

The flat they’d assigned me was only a ten-minute walk from the main university buildings. When I let myself in, I was surprised at how nice it was: clean white walls, big windows overlooking a quiet street, a small balcony, and a nicely styled bedroom. Posters of famous Portuguese athletes hung on the wall and a guitar leaned in the corner.

I dropped onto the edge of the bed, heart still racing.

I caught my full reflection in the mirror across the room for the first time—Nuno’s reflection. Broad shoulders filling out the sweatshirt, that easy, bright smile still lingering on the face even though I wasn’t trying to smile. He was cute. I mean objectively speaking.

The exhaustion hit me like a truck—jet lag, body lag, whatever the hell this was. I stripped down to just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs, then flopped back onto the sheets.

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A few hours later I jolted awake in the pitch-dark apartment, heart pounding for no reason. The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:17 a.m. My mouth was bone-dry. But that wasn’t even the most urgent problem.

There was a hard-on tenting the front of my underwear. My new thick cock pressed insistently against the soft cotton, throbbing with every heartbeat. I could feel the weight of it, the way it curved slightly upward, the sensitive head already leaking a little and making a small wet spot. Heat flushed up my neck.

I lay there for a second, breathing shallow, trying to ignore it. But the thirst was overpowering. Curiosity won out first, though. Just a quick look.

I hooked my thumb under the elastic waistband and tugged it down just enough to let it spring free. It slapped lightly against my lower stomach, thick and flushed, veins standing out along the shaft. Fuck, it was bigger than I expected—maybe 18 cm, heavy, with a slight upward curve and a nice pair of balls hanging below.

I stared for a long moment, pulse hammering. It twitched under my gaze, another bead of precum welling up and sliding down the side.

Okay. Drink first.

I tucked myself back in and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The tile was cool under my feet. I yanked open the fridge and the little light inside lit up the modest contents, which included a big carton of passionfruit juice. Perfect. I poured myself a massive glass and downed the whole thing in several long gulps.

I set the empty glass on the counter and turned to head back to bed when my reflection again caught my eye in the narrow mirror hanging by the kitchen doorway.

Broad shoulders. Strong neck. The way the white t-shirt stretched across a chest with the faint outline of pecs. My new jaw looked sharper in the low light, dark stubble shadowing it. I stepped closer without thinking, turning my head side to side.

Curiosity pulled me in deeper. I reached up and rubbed my jaw, feeling the rough scrape of stubble under my fingers. It sent a little spark straight down my spine. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and peeled it off, tossing it onto the counter.

Nuno’s torso stared back at me—lean but defined, smooth olive skin, a light trail of dark hair running down the center of his abs and disappearing into the waistband of the boxers. The shoulders were wide, biceps nicely rounded even when relaxed. I rolled them back experimentally and flexed, watching the muscle pop under the skin.

My cock strained hard against the underwear again, the fabric tenting obscenely. It felt… good. Really fucking good. A warm pulse of pleasure rolled through me as the material rubbed against the sensitive head.

One thing led to another.

I shoved the boxers down my thighs, letting them pool at my ankles. I wrapped my hand around my cock and gave one slow stroke from base to tip.

“Oh… shit,” I muttered in that new, deeper voice. It came out husky.

I did it again, slower this time, thumb spreading the precum. My other hand roamed up my chest, feeling the firm muscle, pinching a nipple that sent an unexpected jolt straight to my cock. I leaned back against the counter, legs spreading a little as I started stroking in earnest—long, firm pulls that made my balls tighten and my abs clench. Everything felt amplified. I watched myself in the mirror the whole time: this hot Portuguese guy with messy dark hair, flushed cheeks, and a thick, leaking, uncut cock in his fist. It was me. I was him. And it was turning me on more than anything ever had in my old body.

I sped up, hips starting to buck forward into my hand. When I came, it was euphoric—nothing like the softer, slower orgasms I was used to. My cock pulsed hard in my grip, shooting thick ropes of cum across the kitchen floor in messy, powerful spurts. I kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while my knees shook and my vision whited out for a second. The groan that tore out of me was loud and shameless. “Fuuuuck…”

I stood there panting afterward, cum still dripping from the tip of my softening dick onto the tile.

With a sheepish laugh, I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the mess on the floor, still half-naked and glowing with aftershocks. My legs felt wobbly. My new cock gave one last lazy twitch as I wiped everything down. I tossed the towels, washed my hands, and headed back to bed, collapsing onto the sheets with a satisfied sigh.

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The next few days were a blur. I spent way too much time in front of that narrow kitchen mirror, shirt off, hands roaming slowly over Nuno’s body. I’d flex my arms just to watch the biceps tighten, trace the light trail of dark hair down my abs with my fingertips, and let my palms slide lower until I was gripping that thick cock again. The orgasms were intense, almost addictive; thick ropes of cum that left me panting and grinning at my own reflection like an idiot.

By the time orientation rolled around, some Portuguese had started trickling into my brain. Basic phrases, greetings, even a few slang words. But luckily I hadn't lost any of my English and still had my Canadian accent. That was a relief, because even after all the hassle, the program still expected me to play the part of a Canadian exchange student.

Orientation was held in a big lecture hall at the university, packed wall-to-wall with international students. Mostly loud Americans in backwards caps, a solid crew of fellow Canadians, clusters of chatty Latin Americans, tall Germans, stylish Italians, and a random mix of other Europeans. None of them had the slightest clue I wasn’t the real Nuno. The Arterra Exchange Facility had made that crystal clear before I left the building: the swap program was 100% confidential. No one outside the actual participants was ever supposed to know.

When it was my turn to introduce myself, I stood up with a casual grin and said, “Hey, I’m Nuno Seguro, from Calgary.”

“Dude, your name sounds super Portuguese,” one American girl laughed. “And you definitely look it.”

I shrugged easily, the lie sliding out smoother than I expected. “Yeah, my mom’s Portuguese. She basically guilt-tripped me into coming here to connect with the heritage and all that. I’m not even mad about it though—Portuguese classes are gonna be a breeze since I grew up speaking it.”

They bought it.

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The first couple of weeks were actually lit.

Classes were laughably easy—designed for international students who were clearly here more for the party scene than actual academics. Professors barely assigned homework, lectures were short and chill. Meanwhile, the social life was nonstop. Parties every single night: rooftop bars with insane views of the Tagus sweaty little hidden clubs tucked away in Bairro Alto, cheap bottles of vinho verde.

The other internationals were jealous as hell that I had my own nice little apartment instead of cramped shared dorms or sketchy hostels. Within a week, my place had become the default hangout spot. People would text me at 8 p.m. saying “Pre-game at Nuno’s?” and suddenly there’d be ten of us on the balcony, blasting music, passing around bottles of cheap wine and beer. Someone always ended up crashing on the couch. Someone else always brought a speaker that made the walls shake. I’d lean against the railing in just a tank top and shorts, feeling the warm night air on my skin and the way people’s eyes lingered on my shoulders and arms a little longer than necessary.

I eventually decided Nuno’s original look needed an upgrade. He was already a good-looking guy—strong jaw, warm brown eyes, that easy smile—but his style had been stuck somewhere between “small-village casual” and “whatever was clean.” I wasn’t about to waste a year in Lisbon looking basic.

So I made a couple of changes.

First, I let the facial hair grow. Within a couple of weeks I had a thick, dark mustache that framed my smile just right, the kind that looked effortlessly cool and made my teeth flash brighter when I grinned. It suited the face perfectly—gave me this warm, slightly cocky vibe that turned heads.

Then I booked a cut at a trendy little barbershop in Chiado. I told the guy exactly what I wanted: a modern mullet, short and tight on the sides, longer and curly in the back, just like so many of the local guys and the Spanish and Italian exchange students were rocking.When I walked out, the breeze hitting the longer curls at the nape of my neck felt ridiculously good. Fuck, I’d always thought those cuts looked so hot on guys. Now I was the one wearing it, and every time I caught my reflection in a shop window I had to fight the urge to smirk.

Next, I made friends with this really fashionable Estonian guy named Karl in the international crowd—always dressed like he’d stepped out of a European fashion shoot. I was pretty sure he was gay and definitely into me and I wasn’t above flirting a little to borrow some of his clothes. A couple of flirty texts and suddenly I had access to his closet: fitted button-downs that hugged my shoulders just right, slim dark jeans that made my ass and thighs look incredible, a sleek leather jacket, and some expensive jewelry.

The other Canadians, Americans, and Latin American crew ended up traveling around Europe together nonstop—Rome, Budapest, Paris, Prague, Madrid. We did all the classic study-abroad shit: hitting every tourist trap and monument during the day, then drinking cheap local beer and wine until we were loud and sloppy at night.

Back in Lisbon, a bunch of us got cheap gym passes at a nearby university facility. Lifting felt incredible in this body. I could throw around weights I never would’ve dreamed of touching as Olivia. I’d bench numbers that made the other guys whistle and shake their heads, deadlift until my back and legs burned in that deep, addictive way. Every session left me pumped—veins popping along my arms and shoulders, sweat dripping down the light trail of dark hair on my abs, my tank top clinging to my chest. The mirror in the gym changing room became another favorite spot. I’d stand there flexing, admiring the way my new mullet looked messy and sexy after a workout, that thick mustache framing my cocky grin while my cock half-hardened in my shorts from the pure rush of it all.

I started taking a lot of really douchey mirror selfies—especially in the apartment elevator. I posted some of the tamer ones on the new Instagram I’d made for Nuno and kept the spicier ones just for myself, saved in a hidden folder where I could scroll through them late at night, stroking slowly while I replayed how good this body felt.

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One of the international girls from Brazil, Isabela, had caught my eye early on. She was stunning—curvy in all the right places, long dark wavy hair, golden-brown skin, and a smile that could stop traffic. We started flirting almost immediately, and pretty soon we were exclusively speaking in Portuguese with each other. It drove the rest of the group insane, especially this tall German guy named Lukas who had been obviously pining after her since day one. He’d sit there with his arms crossed, trying (and failing) to follow our rapid-fire conversations, his face getting redder every time she laughed at something I said.

One night at a crowded rooftop party, Isabela land I were chatting.

“Vocês portugueses todos falam como se fossem russos ou algo assim,” she complained with a dramatic sigh, her Brazilian lilt turning every word into a melody. “It’s like you have this heavy Slavic thing going on. So serious!”

I grinned, letting my hand rest lightly on her waist as I fired back in perfect Portuguese. “E você, brasileira? Parece que está cantando uma música em vez de falar. Tudo soa tão doce e dramático. Como se estivesse sempre flertando, mesmo quando reclama.”

She laughed, shoving my chest playfully, but her eyes sparkled with clear interest. The teasing only made the tension between us thicker. The German guy shot me a death glare from across the table, but I just raised my glass to him with a smirk.

One thing led to another and later that night Isabela ended up back at my apartment. The second the door clicked shut we were on each other—hands everywhere, mouths hungry. pushed her up against the wall first, kissing down her neck while she moaned softly.

We barely made it to the bedroom.

When I finally got her out of her dress and onto the bed, I took my time peeling off my own clothes, letting her watch. Her eyes widened when my cock sprang free—already rock-hard, thick, and leaking for her. “Nossa…” she whispered, biting her lip.

This was my first time having actual sex as Nuno, and it was on a completely different level from the months I’d spent happily jerking off in this body or making out in clubs.

I climbed over her, kissing her deeply as I lined up. The moment I pushed inside her—slow, deep, feeling her tight, wet heat stretch around every inch of my cock—was euphoric. The sensation was so much more intense than anything I’d experienced before: the slick grip, the way her walls fluttered and clenched, the raw physical power in my hips as I started thrusting. My balls slapped against her with each deep stroke.

“Porra, Nuno… você é tão grosso,” she gasped, nails digging into my back.

I fucked her harder, finding a steady rhythm that had her arching off the bed. I flipped her onto all fours at one point, gripping her hips with both hands and pounding into her from behind. The view was insane—her ass rippling with every impact, my thick cock disappearing into her again and again.

When I came, I buried myself deep, groaning loud and raw as my cock pulsed and spilled inside her in thick, powerful ropes. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of intense pleasure ripping through me while her pussy clenched around me, milking every drop. I kept thrusting through it, riding the high until we both collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap.

Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, her head on my chest as she traced lazy circles over my abs with her finger.

“Você foi incrível,” she murmured sleepily, pressing a kiss to my skin.

I just smirked, still glowing from the aftershocks, my cock giving one last lazy twitch against her thigh.

Yeah. This body was fucking dangerous.

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A couple of months into the semester I took a quick weekend trip south to visit Nuno’s family in their small village. They knew he had moved up to Lisbon for “work opportunities,” but they had zero clue where the sudden money had come from. I played it safe the entire time—kept my answers vague, smiled a lot, and let the Portuguese flow naturally. His mom hugged me tight and kept pushing food on me, while his dad clapped me on the shoulder and asked about “the big city.” They had no idea their son wasn’t really their son anymore. I felt a tiny pang of guilt, but mostly I just felt relieved that the secret was still safe.

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By the end of the first semester, the other international students started packing up for home. There were teary goodbyes at the train station—Isabela cried a little and made me promise to visit her in São Paulo someday, Lukas gave me a grudging bro-hug, and the whole crew swore we’d stay in touch. I hugged them back, genuinely sad to see them go, but I had opted for the full year, so I was staying.

Or at least… I thought I was.

A few days later an email from the study abroad facility popped into my inbox:

“Dear Nuno,

Please report to the Arterra Exchange Facility on January 15th for scheduled return transfer. Your semester exchange has concluded.”

My stomach dropped. I fired back an immediate reply explaining that I had clearly opted for the full academic year. Their response came fast:

“We apologize for the miscommunication. Your partner only agreed to a one-semester term. We are required to facilitate the return swap at this time.”

Fuck. No. I couldn’t go back now. I typed out a careful reply asking for at least a few extra days “to settle my affairs and say proper goodbyes.” They agreed, reluctantly, giving me until the end of the week.

In those few days the money they'd promised Nuno hit his bank account. It was more than enough to cover several months of rent and give me breathing room to figure shit out.

I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the balance for a long time, heart racing. First thing I did was go through all my new socials and blocked my old accounts. Then I packed a bag with the essentials, left most of the apartment, and got on the first train heading north t. Lisbon was too risky now; if the facility came looking, they’d start here. I needed to disappear, at least for a while.

As the train rattled through the Portuguese countryside, I leaned my head against the window and watched the hills roll by. My reflection stared back at me—dark mullet a little messy from the morning, thick mustache framing my mouth, broad shoulders filling out the hoodie. I caught myself smiling, just a little.

This body was mine now.

And I wasn’t giving it back.

—

Five years later, the swap facility still hadn’t found me.

After leaving Lisbon in a hurry, I bounced around for a few months before finally settling in Coimbra with a couple of guys my age who were renting a cheap, grimy apartment. It was nowhere near as nice as the one I'd left in Lisbon, but I didn't mind. I had what was important.

I worked for a while at a small, loud bar packed with local students, pouring cheap beers, flirting shamelessly, and closing the place down most nights. The tips were decent and nobody ever asked me too many probing questions.

Eventually I knew I needed to get back to Lisbon. The city had gotten under my skin. So I talked my new gym buddy Rui—a tall, easygoing guy who had just graduated from university in Coimbra—into moving back with me. We found a decent shared flat in the Alfama district with a killer view, and within a couple of months I managed to get admitted to one of the other universities in the city.

Isabela came to visit me a few times over the years. We’d spend a few wild days and nights together—fucking like rabbits in my room while Rui pretended not to hear anything through the thin walls—but I made it clear I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I was having way too much fun playing the field, especially when the new wave of international students rolled in every semester.

God, it felt like every semester i got even sexier and those hot international girls (and a few guys) wanted me more and more. They were so pent up and horny it was crazy and not to mention i really had learned how to use my cock. They’d show up at parties already buzzing, eyes lingering on my arms and chest, and half the time they barely made me wear a condom—or didn’t complain at all when I slid it off halfway through so I could feel them raw. The way they gasped and clenched around me when I fucked them deep and bare was addictive. I loved the risk, the heat, the way their legs would shake when I filled them up.

Between all that, I actually managed to graduate with a degree in engineering. Late nights studying engineering diagrams mixed with even later nights out drinking and hooking up, but I wasn’t mad about any of it. I thrived on it—commanding the classroom during group projects with that calm, deep voice, then commanding attention at the bars afterward.

Now I’m due to start work at a green energy firm in a few months. The salary is excellent, the benefits are solid, and the office is full of sharp, ambitious people who seem to like me already.

Life is good.

I still catch my reflection sometimes—in the elevator of my new building, in the gym mirror, or in the window of a tram—and I grin at the guy staring back. Thick mustache, sharp jaw, confident eyes. Nuno.

He’s me now. Completely.

And I wouldn’t trade this body, this life, or this city for anything.

[its-yours-now-deactivated202604]

Can't Resist

I’d been living in the building for about four months when I first noticed the way my next-door neighbor Kevin looked at me.

Mid-to-late fifties, silver hair cropped short, always dressed in either crisp button-downs or very nice workout clothes. Even on the days he clearly wasn’t trying, he looked put together. Every time we passed each other in the narrow hallway, he’d stop, smile that slow, easy smile, and find some reason to chat. The weather. The new gym down the block. Whether I’d tried the Thai place on the corner. His eyes would linger just a second too long on my shoulders, my arms, the way my tank top clung after a boxing session. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what those glances meant.

I wasn’t interested. Not really. Kevin was handsome for his age — tall, still broad in the chest, with a deep voice that carried easy confidence — but he was over thirty years older than me. I just wasn’t into that.

Still, the attention was flattering. A man like him could probably pull plenty of guys my age if he wanted. He didn’t push, didn’t make it weird, so I just smiled back, kept the conversations short, and went about my business.

Then one Thursday night, close to midnight, there was a knock on my door.

I was sprawled on the couch in gym shorts and a hoodie, half-watching Netflix and half-scrolling on my phone, when the sound startled me. I figured it was the delivery guy with the wrong apartment again. Instead, when I opened the door, Kevin was standing there in a dark sweater, looking unusually nervous.

“Hey, Gio,” he said, voice low. “Sorry to bother you this late. Mind if I come in for a minute?”

I hesitated, then stepped aside. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

He walked in, hands in his pockets, and glanced around my living room.

He didn’t sit down.

“I’ve been thinking about how to say this,” he started, then gave a short laugh. “There’s no graceful way, so I’ll just be direct.”

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. Here it comes.

But instead of the expected confession, Kevin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device — black, palm-sized, with a glowing blue ring around the edge. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

“This is, uh… this is a Chronovac,” he said, holding it up. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned it in his hands. “It, um… it can change things about reality. Like… swap stuff.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“I can swap people’s ages… temporarily. Or, or, or permanently if you want, I guess. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it, but since you moved in I just… I don’t know, you seemed like the right kind of guy who might… who might want to give it a try?”

I stared at him.

Kevin nodded quickly, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“Yeah. It could make me be in my mid twenties again. And you’d… you’d become sixty-one,” he said.

Damn. He was even older than I’d realized—and he still kept himself in incredible shape.

“…Just for the weekend, if that’s all you’re comfortable with. I know it sounds completely insane. It’s just… it’s been so long, and I’ve really been craving it. With someone like you.” The pieces clicked together in my head, and I almost laughed. This had to be some elaborate joke. Or maybe the guy was having a midlife crisis and this was his weird way of flirting. Either way, it was ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” I said, half question, half statement.

“Dead serious.” He turned the device slowly in his hands, thumb brushing over the glowing ring. There was something hungry in his eyes now, something raw and long-denied. Something in his face confirmed to me he wasn’t kidding.

I thought about it—really thought about it. About what sixty-one would feel like sitting on my frame. About the weight of those extra decades suddenly pressing into my bones, my skin, my cock. My mouth went dry.

Finally, I let out a slow breath.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Kevin’s face lit up with pure relief, edged with something darker and hotter. “You’re sure? No pressure if it’s too weird—”

“I’m sure. Just the weekend, right? We swap back Sunday night?”

“Right.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologne mixed with warm skin. He held the Chronovac between us, pressed his thumb to the glowing ring. A soft chime filled the room.

“Ready?” he asked, voice husky.

I nodded.

The device hummed to life. A warm, heavy pressure bloomed deep in my chest, then surged outward like liquid heat flooding every vein. My vision blurred for a heartbeat. When it cleared, the world felt… different. Heavier.

My shoulders were still broad, but the muscle sat differently now—denser, more substantial. My arms looked thicker, the veins less razor-sharp, the skin just a little looser over the bulk. And I was covered in a thick layer of hair.

I looked back over at him. Across from me stood a version of Kevin I’d never imagined.

Twenty-seven years old, and fucking stunning.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice now younger, smoother, and full of energy. He ran both hands over his new chest, then down his flat stomach, clearly savoring every inch. His fingers lingered at the waistband of his shorts, tracing the sharp V-lines. A wide, almost boyish grin spread across his bearded face. “This feels even better than I remembered.”

I cleared my throat. My voice came out deeper, rougher, with a slight gravelly edge that hadn’t been there before. “Jesus, Kevin… you’re really sixty-one, I swear I never would’ve thought you were that old?” I said, feeling up my new body.

“Sixty-one last month,” he said, still staring at his new arms like he couldn’t believe they were his. He rolled his shoulders and laughed softly. “God, I missed this. The energy. The way everything just… moves.”

He stepped closer to the mirror hanging by the door and turned sideways, checking out his profile.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to get used to the new balance in my own body. I shifted my weight and felt the subtle difference in my posture. My back didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt… like it had carried a lot of years.

Kevin turned back to me, eyes bright with excitement. “How do you feel?”

“Weird,” I admitted, running a hand over my new jaw. The stubble was coarser, the skin a little rougher. “Heavier. But not bad. Just… different.”

He smiled. “Well you look good, Gio. Really good. That silver looks sharp on you.”

It was already one in the morning, so eventually he slipped back to his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with a body that was and wasn’t mine.

I stood there for a long minute, then walked slowly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned sideways, ran a hand over the new softness of my stomach, tested the solid weight of my arms. I lifted my shirt and studied the thicker chest hair, the gentler swell of my midsection, the way my shoulders still carried a lifetime of muscle even if the sharp definition had mellowed into something heavier, more mature.

It was weird. Surreal, even.

But as I stood there flexing my hands and feeling the quiet, grounded strength still humming beneath the surface, a strange sense of relief settled deep in my chest. If this was a glimpse of my future… it didn’t feel bad at all.

—

Sunday evening, just after eight, there was a knock on my door. Kevin — well twenty-seven-year-old Kevin — stepped inside with a bright, almost boyish grin.

“Hey,” he said, voice smooth and energetic. “I just need to thank you again before we switch back. That was… incredible. Best weekend I’ve had in years.”

He looked flushed, like he’d just come from the gym or maybe from somewhere more exciting.

“I hope it wasn’t too much of a paid for you” he said.

“Not at all, it was actually… enlightening,” I replied. My voice came out deeper and steadier than it had been just a few days earlier. “I guess we have to swap back. I’ve got work in the morning, and I don’t know what they’d do if I showed up as a sixty-one-year-old version of myself.”

Kevin nodded, already pulling the Chronovac from his pocket. “You’re right. Real life calls.” As he toggled with the settings, I asked, “What else can that thing do, anyway?”

He took a shaky breath, still fiddling with the device, eyes fixed on the glowing ring instead of me. “A lot, actually. Age swaps are just the beginning. It can tweak personality traits — make someone more outgoing, more disciplined, more… submissive, whatever you want. It can shift sexualities, heighten or dull certain drives. Hell, it can even do full body swaps. I’ve only really played with the lighter stuff like the age swaps, but yeah… the potential is… it’s wild.” Just as he finished speaking, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring like he was wrestling with something. The air between us thickened again. Before he could press it, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my thicker chest. “What if we didn’t swap back right away?”Just as hew as finished toggling, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring, as if he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I stopped him and asked

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. “Instead of just swapping our ages back… what if you took my real body for the whole week? You could go out into the world and actually be me. Go to my job at the warehouse, hang with my friends, live a real twenty-seven-year-old’s life.”

Kevin blinked, his borrowed young face flashing surprise. “Gio… that’s a big step. I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You’re not,” I cut in, stepping closer. “I’m offering. You seemed really happy just now, and I didn’t exactly hate being older. We can’t stay age swapped forever since we both have real lives to get back to this week, but there’s nothing saying we can’t fill in for each other. Why not let the fun last a little longer?”

He hesitated, fully wanting to take me up on it, but his eyes searching my older face for any sign of doubt. They didn’t find any. Finally, he let out a slow breath. “Alright. If you’re really sure.”

He adjusted the settings on the Chronovac, the blue light pulsing brighter. “Full body swap it is.”

The hum was deeper this time, almost electric, vibrating through my bones. A rushing sensation pulled at every part of me—bones, skin, muscle, even the rhythm of my heartbeat and the flicker of memories at the edge of my mind. When it finally stopped, I was staring at myself from across the room.

Perfect copy. My face, my build, my tattoos, even the small scar above my left eyebrow from that bad sparring session two years ago. Kevin was now me, completely.

And I was him.

Every inch of Kevin’s sixty-one-year-old body—which I had to admit was far more impressive than the sixty-one-year-old version of me had been—was now mine.

He flexed my fingers, rolled my shoulders, and grinned with my mouth. “Holy shit. This feels… fantastic. Your body feels so much more sensitive than mine. I feel so fucking horny right now.”

My original frame was a bit shorter than the twenty-seven-year-old version he’d just had, but he seemed to love the difference in build. As I watched him move around my apartment, testing the lighter, more agile limbs, something hot and unnameable stirred deep in my gut. I couldn’t quite place it, but I liked that he was me now. It was distinctly different from the age swap. This… this was him pretending to be me. Knowing he would go see my friends later, talk like me, move like me, live my life—it made my thicker cock twitch with a rush I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

We parted ways again, except this time I went back to Kevin’s apartment and he stayed in mine.

Even though it was only Sunday night at 9 pm by the time we’d finished the full body swap, Kevin had clearly wasted no time. I had barely settled onto his couch — still getting used to the weight of his broader frame and the way his legs stretched out longer than mine used to — when I heard the front door of my apartment open and close next door. Then voices. A girl’s light laugh, followed by Kevin’s — my — voice, smooth and confident, saying something low that made her giggle again.

I sat there in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window, and listened.

The sounds were unmistakable.

Low laughter turning into soft moans. The rustle of clothes hitting the floor. The rhythmic creak of my bed as they moved onto it. Her gasps growing sharper, breathier. And his deep voice — my voice — encouraging her, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how he wanted to hear her moan louder.

He fucked her hard and loud.

The headboard started banging steadily against the shared wall, each thrust punctuated by her cries and his low, satisfied grunts. I could picture it perfectly: my younger, athletic body moving with that cocky new energy he’d already picked up, hips snapping forward, sweat glistening on my old skin.

I sat on Kevin’s couch, heart pounding, something strange and warm stirring deep in my gut. He was fucking as me.

My hand moved almost on its own. I reached down, pushed aside the loose sweatpants I was wearing, and wrapped my fingers around Kevin’s cock — thicker, heavier than mine had been, already half-hard from listening. I started stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm I could hear through the wall.

As Kevin picked up the pace next door, I picked up mine.

Every time the headboard slammed against the wall, I stroked in unison. His groans grew deeper, more urgent. The girl was practically whimpering now, begging him not to stop. My own breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling heavily in this older body.

When Kevin finally came — letting out a loud, guttural groan that echoed through the thin walls, followed by the sound of him bracing himself against the wall with one hand to steady himself — I came too.

Hot spurts landed across my stomach and chest, thick and warm. I bit back a groan of my own, thighs tensing as the orgasm rolled through me, leaving me panting in the dark.

For a long minute afterward, I just sat there, cum cooling on my skin, listening to the muffled sounds of them catching their breath, soft laughter, the murmur of voices. Then the apartment next door went quiet.

I looked down at the mess on Kevin’s stomach — my stomach now — and let out a slow, shaky breath.

This was only the first night.

—

A week — and what sounded like numerous fuck sessions with different girls and guys — later, Kevin knocked on my door again — or rather, on his old door this time.

He looked a little sheepish but energized, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he couldn’t quite decide whether to smile or look guilty. My face looked good on him — flushed from whatever workout or adventure he’d just come from, eyes bright.

“Time to swap back?” he asked, rubbing the back of my neck with a familiar gesture.

I shook my head, smiling with Kevin’s calm, older face. The expression felt natural now, steady and knowing. “Nah. You’re welcome to stay like that a bit longer if you want.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and young coming from my throat. “I appreciate it, Gio, but I wouldn’t want to do that to you — steal your youth like that. It’s generous, but no. Let’s get you back in your body.”

We swapped back. I had to admit, being back in my twenty-seven-year-old frame felt good — though I’d miss something about being Kevin, thats for sure.

So before he left, I just had to ask, “Hey… can I hang on to the Chronovac for a little while? Just to understand it a bit more.”

Kevin hesitated only a second, then handed it over. “Sure. Just… be careful with it. And bring it back when you’re done.”

The next night, alone in my apartment, I powered the device on and scrolled through the advanced options until I found the personality settings. I selected Kevin’s profile and made careful adjustments: a strong, growing craving for youth. A quiet voice in his head that would make him regret turning down the offer. I hit confirm.

Less than twenty-four hours later, there was an urgent knock on my door.

Kevin stood there, eyes wide, breathing a little fast. My body looked tense on him, shoulders tight, like he’d been pacing before he worked up the nerve to come over.

“Gio… I changed my mind,” he said, voice low and urgent. “I want to swap again. Please. Just for a little while longer. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, and raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Really? I thought you didn’t want to steal my youth.”

He flushed, shifting on his feet, my face turning a shade darker. “Oh please, I didn't really say that, did I? Come on, man. I was being polite before. I want this. I need it.”

I watched him for a moment, enjoying the hunger in his eyes — hunger I’d put there.

Then I picked up the Chronovac, adjusted the settings back to full body swap, and held it between us.

“Alright,” he said. “If you’re sure.”

The device hummed to life again.

—

A few days later, while he was out “being me” at the gym, I opened the Chronovac again. This time I went deeper into the personality settings. I dialed up the cockiness — just a notch at first. Made him a little more arrogant about how good he looked now, how much attention he got, how naturally the role of young, hot boxer fit him. I added a strong, swelling desire not just to be young, but to be me — to own my life completely.

I hit confirm and waited.

It didn’t take long to see the changes.

He started walking with more swagger when he passed my door. He’d knock, lean against the frame with my arms crossed, and smirk with my mouth like he owned the hallway. “Fuck, man, it is so easy to get laid as you,” he’d say, voice dripping with new confidence. “Girls at the gym are practically throwing themselves at me. Some of your boxing buddies keep checking me out on the DL too — I fucked that guy Connor actually. He's in the closet and apparently loves the taste of your cock.”

I’d just smile with Kevin’s calm, older face and nod. “Glad you’re enjoying it.”

One evening, we ran into each other in the building gym and I asked casually, “You ready to swap back soon?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, no way. Sorry, I’m having way too much fun. Can we stay like this just a bit longer?”

I played it up after that. Every few days I’d sigh and tell him I really wanted my body back, that I missed my own routine, my friends, my fights. He’d get this desperate look in my eyes and start begging.

“Come on, Gio, please,” he’d say, stepping closer, voice low and urgent. “Just a little more time. I need this. You don’t understand how good it feels. I’ll do anything — just don’t make me give it back yet.”

The more I pretended to hesitate, the more he begged. It was addictive watching him squirm inside my skin.

And every single night, without fail, he came home with another fuckable young guy or girl. Each time I lay there in Kevin’s bed in the dark, listening through the thin walls, a warm thrill would roll through my borrowed body. I’d hear my own voice commanding some girl to take it deeper, rough and confident, or sometimes a guy’s low groan calling him a good boy while he got fucked harder.

I’d lie there stroking Kevin’s thicker cock slowly, letting the sounds wash over me.

I liked watching “Gio” own my life. No — I loved it.

One quiet evening, after another marathon session next door, I decided it was time to push further.

I picked up the Chronovac and went all in on Kevin’s profile. I cranked the craving until it was overwhelming: an all-consuming need to be me forever.

Then I waited.

Two nights later, I woke up to a faint noise in the living room. I got up, moving with Kevin’s heavier steps, and found him — my body, my face — crouched by the coffee table where I’d left the device. He had it in his hands. Before I could say anything, he raised it high and smashed it hard against the edge of the table. Plastic cracked. The blue ring flickered once and died.

He looked up at me, eyes wild with triumph and lust.

For a second I just stood there, staring at him —chest heaving, sweat already glistening on my old skin from the adrenaline. He had made it permanent.

And it turned me on so fucking much I couldn’t think straight.

I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and shoved him back against the wall. “You little shit,” I growled with Kevin’s deep, authoritative voice, pretending to be furious even as my cock thickened in my borrowed sweatpants. “You really think you can steal my life? What the fuck!?”

He grinned — my grin, sharp and defiant — and didn’t even try to push me away.

I spun him around, pressing his chest to the wall, yanking his shorts down with one rough hand. “You’re such a greedy, selfish piece of shit,” I snarled hotly against his ear, freeing my thicker, heavier cock. It was already leaking, the fat head slick as I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing his hole. “Stealing my youth, my face, my tight fucking ass… acting like you own it now.”

He moaned loudly, pushing back against me with desperate hunger, his hole twitching against the head of my cock. “Do it,” he gasped, voice cracking with need.

I didn’t need more invitation.

I shoved inside him raw and deep, one hard thrust that made us both groan. He was tight, hot, and already rocking back to meet every stroke. I fucked him right there against the wall, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced beside his head.

“Fuck… you feel that?” I growled between savage thrusts, my voice thick and ragged with lust. “That’s what you get for thinking you could just take what’s mine. Stealing my cock, my life, my fucking future—now you’re getting fucked by the old man whose body you trapped me in.” He was whimpering, pushing back harder, his own cock—my cock—leaking steadily against the wall as I railed him. “Yes—fuck yes—keep going,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Harder. Ruin me. I don’t care—I made it permanent because I needed this. Needed to be you. Needed your life.”

The confession, the sheer filthy greed in his words, sent a white-hot spike of arousal through me. I fucked him even harder, deeper, grinding against his prostate with every brutal snap of my hips. The knowledge that there was no way back—that he had destroyed any chance of returning—made the pleasure darker, more intense. I was trapped in Kevin’s mature, powerful body, balls-deep in my own stolen young form, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I didn’t last long. The tight clench of his ass, the way my own body was milking me so perfectly, the raw, taboo thrill of it all pushed me over the edge fast.

With a deep, guttural roar I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside him, pulsing again and again in thick, heavy ropes. I flooded my own stolen body with Kevin’s load, filling him until it started leaking out around my cock with every shallow thrust.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, my cock still twitching inside him as the last spurts drained out.

Then he turned his head just enough to smirk at me over his shoulder—my own face flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with satisfaction and filthy victory.

“Worth it,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucking worth it.”

Do you think this is the first time Kevin has used the Chronovac's full swap function?

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Voting ended onApr 10

[brandedx2]

The clothes make the man.

[brandedx2]

On the Chappelle Show of all places they had a sketch where a man gets a camera that allows him to see a bouncer’s inner self. Surprise surprise, the HUGE musclebound bouncer who calls smaller guys “Big Man” is, at his core, a teeny little guy.

I hope I captured that here. All the reps, all the roids, the stretch-marks, the outgrown clothes, the constantly increasing number of the scale… NONE OF IT makes this huge bodybuilder feel any bigger than the itty bitty man he is inside.

[bara-swaps]

In the Grayscale

Here’s an experiment of sorts — no color this time just grayscale ^-^ it’s Archie and my self insert lol who knows if I’ll continue this story

[brandedx2]

Tables turned.

[swappingbryn]

[hauntedestheart]

Loving your work and I’m excited for your next story! Did you ever read Lady Ann’s Holiday by Emma Finn? An excellent period set (a rarity in the genre) body swap novel about a wealthy young woman Lady Ann swapping with her lowly, rough stable hand Burt. Lots of narrative and character development, and a good amount of steamy parts as well. Definitely worth a read if you haven’t already. You can find it on her Blogspot or Fictionmania, or Kindle. Keen to see what you come up with next.

I have! Very well written piece of transformative fiction, I just wish it wasn't so... heterosexual! I remember reading stories like this as a dumb youngster interested in tf and wondering why they always focused on the "female" characters, not realizing that the thing that was so appealing about the stories to me was like the opposite of what those writers were into.

Actually, it's interesting how M2F/F2F and F2M/M2M occupy such wildly different worlds with so little overlap despite having so much in common- but I guess the major difference between the two is a pretty big one. In a way I'm kinda jealous of how much more "mainstream" M2F is, though I think that's mainly because porn sexualizing the female body has a much bigger market share in general (and I think it's easier for people to wrap their heads around than M2M).

I do like reading older TG stories on Fictionmania just as literature though because they are very charming and are a foundational part of online kink fiction history; it can be very humbling to look at the dates on some of these stories and see how deep the history of the community runs. These TG fiction sites were so important for a lot of trans women and I really admire the way they were able to carve these spaces out when the web was in its infancy.

Older stories also have a special appeal because writing conventions were different back in the day before the fast content age of the internet, emulating romance novels rather than... whatever we're doing today, and there's something almost sweet about the way a lot of them handle ideas of gender and luxuriate in their fantasies. This in particular really clicked for me when I watched the film Vegas In Space, a no-budget gender bending '80s sci-fi flick made by drag queens, trans women, faggots, and lesbians, and I was like oh! They're speaking the same language as the stories, and that is a language we've sort of lost.

Anyways, here's a link to the author's Fictionmania page for anyone who might want to check it out Lady Ann's Holiday. And while I'm here, here's a few more great FxM stories from the site:

"Spider Man" by Missy Crystal (very in-depth exploration of a single F2M transformation with pleasantly little focus on sex with women)

"Morphic Adaption Unit: The Other Side Of The Fence" by Mr. 20 Inch Biceps (Multi-part epic about some women who get a machine that lets them turn into men and they try out a bunch of different bodies, and there's even a gay male section! Briefly, but still.)

"Frenemy Switch" by Switch-guy (Part of a series about a couple who get a body swapping machine and start to use it recreationally, this installment is about the husband having his body stolen by the wife's rival. Very strange, old fashioned writing, but in an intriguing way.)

"I Wanna Snog Brian Storm" by FaceTheStrange (explicitly gay story by @dixonzhane, master of FtM)

"Gender Studies, Redux" & "The Ol' Head Swapping Trick" by Kayooger (love this author's style and character work, and the interesting way they handle "incomplete" swaps)

"The Tenant" by BobH (A young hunk has his body stolen by his old landlady- told from the perspective of the landlady, this is actually a spinoff of another story called "The Landlord" that shows the tale from the other side.)

"Workout" by Liam Slade (Woman becomes a man to steal her ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend.)

"Working Man" by FoxFace (Reality alteration story about a mean woman being turned into a day laborer.)

[henrycavbsc]

"Lady Ann's Holiday" was one of my first exposures to body-swap fiction and it will forever hold a dear place in my heart, even if I only ever read the initial single story and not the Greatly Extended Holiday that Emma Finn released on her blog and Fictionmania. In many ways it had an influence on my writing style as I was getting into transformation writing. To know she's passed is incredibly sad. She was a really gifted writer - if you have an interest in M/F or F/F bodyswap or transformation stories at all then I highly recommend you check out her work!

Thanks for the M/F recommendations @hauntedestheart - I'm going to enjoy reading through them. I'm already familiar with "The Tenant" (and "The Landlord") and it's absolutely one of my favourite bodyswap stories!

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story

I was lying in bed scrolling through Grindr with one hand, the other resting on my stomach. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan. It was a Thursday night and I wasn’t expecting much — just killing time before I passed out.

I swiped past a few generic torso shots and blank profiles when a new face popped up. My thumb froze mid-air.

Ryan Callahan. Coach Ryan. My high school swimming coach. For four years I had shamelessly tried to get his attention. I used to “accidentally” flex every time I climbed out of the pool and knew he was watching. I’d linger in the locker room with my towel slung low, joking around with the other guys while making sure he got a good look. I was still deep in the closet back then, so I played it off as regular jock shit. But he never took the bait. Never even gave me a second glance that I could tell.

Now here he was. Less than three miles away. Active twenty minutes ago.

Now forty years old, he had a beard with streaks of gray, short hair going silver at the temples, and the same heavy, hairy chest I used to stare at every day in high school. He was shirtless in the bathroom mirror selfie. His shoulders and pecs still looked solid, the dark hair across his chest even thicker than I remembered. The profile listed him at 5'11", 205 lbs, and looking for “fun, no strings.”

My heart started beating harder. I let out a slow breath and tapped the message button.

Before I could even type anything, the typing bubble appeared.

“Fuck dude you’re super cute.”

Two pictures followed right after. The first was a close-up of his cock, thick and heavy, hanging soft but already filling out. The second showed the same dick gripped in his hand, now mostly hard, head flushed dark. A thick vein ran along the top. His hand looked big around it.

I was practically salivating.

“Damn, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that,” I replied.

He didn’t waste any time.

“Looking to get off tonight. You down?” He said.

“I have work in the morning but fuck it. Send me the address.” I responded.

Twenty minutes later I stood outside his apartment door on the third floor of a quiet building a couple towns over. My heart was pounding hard. I knocked twice.

The door opened.

Ryan stood there shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. His chest and stomach were covered in dark hair mixed with gray. His shoulders and arms still carried the muscle from years of coaching and lifting. He looked at me with heavy, hungry eyes and stepped aside.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as I walked in.

He closed the door, turned to the kitchen counter, and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me. I took a sip. The burn went straight down.

Ryan didn’t speak. He stepped closer, set his glass down, and reached for my shirt. His thick fingers undid the top three buttons smoothly. Then he leaned in, pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, and started kissing me there. His beard scratched against my skin. One hand slid under the back of my shirt, rough and warm as it moved up my spine.

I took another sip of whiskey while his mouth worked lower, sucking lightly at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His other hand stayed on my lower back, pulling me closer until my hips bumped against his.

We never finished the drinks. Ryan took the glass from my hand, set it aside, and nodded toward the hallway. I followed him into the bedroom. The only light came from a small lamp on the nightstand. The bed was already turned down.

He pushed the door shut and took full control. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, then shoved me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his heavy, hairy body pressing me into the mattress.

He took his time. He pushed my legs up and back, then buried his face between my cheeks. His beard rubbed rough against my skin while his tongue worked me open, slow and wet. I gripped the sheets and let out low groans every time he pushed deeper. He kept going until my hole was slick and relaxed.

When he finally pulled back, he grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and lubed up. He lined himself up and pushed inside me. The stretch burned at first, but once he was all the way in, pure bliss took over. Ryan fucked me deep and steady, his hips rolling in a strong, controlled rhythm. His hairy chest hovered over me as he held my legs open. Every thrust felt better than the last.

We fucked for at least half an hour. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and my moans growing louder. Ryan stayed in charge, shifting angles until he hit the spot that made my back arch off the bed.

Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please take off the condom,” I said, voice rough.

Ryan paused mid-thrust, eyes dark. “Fuck kid, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and tossed it aside. His bare cock looked even thicker now, slick and flushed. He pushed back inside me in one smooth motion.

He leaned down closer, still fucking me deep. One big hand wrapped around my lubed cock and started stroking me slowly, twisting at the head on every upstroke. His other hand found my left nipple, rolling and pinching it. Then he leaned in and kissed me, beard scratching my face, tongue sliding into my mouth.

That pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I came hard, shooting across my stomach and chest while he kept stroking me through it. My hole clenched tight around him.

Ryan lasted another five minutes. His thrusts got shorter and harder. Then his breathing changed. He buried himself deep, let out a low guttural groan, and came. His face twisted in the hottest way — jaw tight, eyes half-shut, mouth open just enough to show his teeth. I felt every pulse as he filled me up.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, both of us breathing hard. His sweaty, hairy chest pressed against mine while his cock slowly softened.

We lay there in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat. Ryan’s heavy chest rose and fell against my side, his arm resting across my stomach.

After a few minutes he turned his head toward me.

“You clean?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I let out a small laugh. “Damn Coach, don’t you trust me?”

Ryan gave me a strange look and pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Wait, fuck… do you know me?”

What a weird way to phrase that question, I thought.

“Yeah Coach,” I said. “I was on your team for four years. You made me captain senior year. Don’t you remember?”

His face changed. “Fuck… shit shit.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “He told me not to do this. He’s gonna be pissed.”

He stared at the ceiling, then shrugged. “Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Guess it’s his problem.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Ryan let out a long breath. “This isn’t my real body. I’m not actually Ryan. My name is Cruz. We swapped for a few days using this site called SwapService.”

I stared at him. “Swapped?”

“Yeah. Ryan and I swapped bodies.” He ran a hand through the short graying hair. “How it works is you enter your own body stats — height, weight, age, build, everything. Then you put in the type of guy you want to swap with. The site gives you compatibility percentages with people looking to swap. Ryan and I hit like 85%.”

I stayed quiet for a second, then asked, “Why would Ryan ever want to swap?”

Cruz scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “I don’t remember every detail, but he said he’s been reckoning with his sexuality. He wanted to experiment with being an openly gay man for a few days. Guess he’s been in the closet a long time.”

He shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders.

“The only rules he gave me was to stay DL and safe. He’s not out to anyone, not even his doctor, so he’s not on PrEP. He didn’t want it getting back to anyone he knows. So fucking one of his old swimmers raw…” He let out a short laugh. “That was a double no in his book.”

I looked at him and gave a stunted, incredulous laugh. “So do you swap often then?”

Cruz laughed low in Ryan’s deep voice and scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “Oh, I do it all the time. I like being older muscle hunks. Lets me fuck guys like you.” He looked me up and down slowly, eyes still hungry. “Young, lean, blonde jocks with tight asses. Never gets old.” He reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze before continuing. “And you felt even better and tighter than most.”

I felt my face heat up. Cruz leaned back against the pillows, looking completely relaxed in Ryan’s body.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking more. I was dying to know what kind of guy Ryan would actually trade this body for.

“So… what kind of body did you leave behind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “You must have offered Ryan something he really wanted if he agreed to the swap.”

Cruz grinned, Ryan’s bearded face looking amused. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and scrolled for a second before turning the screen toward me. The photo showed a 23-year-old Latino guy with a muscular twink build — smooth tan skin, sharp jawline, dark hair, and a tight six-pack. He was shirtless in a gym mirror, flexing with a cocky smile.

“That’s me,” Cruz said. “My real body.”

He locked the phone and tossed it back onto the nightstand. “I don’t like being a twink. Never have. So I swap all the time. Usually, once I’m a few days into a swap and the guy is really enjoying himself, I ask if he wants to make it permanent. Still haven't gotten on to say yes though. It's a big commitment I guess and I only offer to swap with the hottest guys.”

Cruz shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders, his thick fingers idly scratching through the graying hair on his chest.

“I haven’t asked Ryan yet, though. Wasn’t sure how he’d react.”

My mind started spinning with possibilities.

If Ryan was willing to swap with a guy like Cruz — a complete stranger — then maybe he’d be open to swapping with me too. And if he liked being in my younger, lean, blonde body… maybe he’d agree to make it permanent.

All of the sudden, I pictured myself waking up inside Ryan’s body for good. Looking down at this thick, hairy chest every morning. Feeling the weight of these heavy muscles. Walking around with this deep voice and this powerful build. My cock started getting hard again just thinking about it, twitching against my stomach as the fantasy took hold.

Cruz noticed immediately. His eyes dropped to my growing erection and a slow, knowing smirk spread across Ryan’s face.

“Looks like you’re ready for round two already.”

He rolled on top of me again and pushed my legs apart. “And for the rest of the night, you still call me Ryan. Got it?”

“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed, voice already thick with need.

He lined himself up and slid back inside me raw, slow and deep. I groaned loudly as he bottomed out.

Ryan started thrusting in a steady, powerful rhythm, his heavy, hairy body moving over mine.

With every thrust, I imagined running my hands over this thick chest, feeling the weight of Ryan’s muscles under my fingers.

“Ryan…” I moaned.

He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder as he drove deeper into me.

I pictured myself lifting his arm and burying my face in his hairy pit, inhaling his scent while I was in his body.

“Fuck… Ryan,” I gasped.

Cruz leaned down, beard scraping against my neck as he growled in my ear, “You like that, kid?”

Another deep thrust made my back arch.

I imagined wrapping my hand around Ryan’s thick cock — my new cock — and jerking off slowly in front of the mirror, watching his body respond.

“Ryan… fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, voice breaking.

His thrusts grew rougher, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

The more he fucked me, the more certain I became.

I was going to become Ryan.

No matter what it took.

He pinned my wrist harder to the bed, pounding into me with deep, possessive strokes.

I saw myself bending Ryan over in my old body, sliding this fat cock inside him and fucking him deep after he finally agreed to make the swap permanent. I imagined finally cumming inside him.

“Ryan… don’t stop,” I moaned desperately, my hole clenching around him.

Cruz leaned closer, voice low and rough against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every powerful thrust pushed me closer to the edge while the fantasy burned hotter in my mind.

This body was going to be mine.

[immortalmrwavell]

An Everlasting Obsession - Phenomaman Reborn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~ SUIT INTEGRITY 14%… FAILING RAPIDLY ~~

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

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

WHAM!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Phenomaman. Summarise.” Coupé grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus… he was some great eye candy.

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yuuup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

*A few weeks later…*

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

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

“Yeah… would you mind taking a seat.”

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

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

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

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

“Well… I’m not sure I would-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

The Neural Link.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… suppose it’s only logical that-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was another brief silence between the two until…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crotch of his pants began to grow tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unless…

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was floating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert turned his head away in embarrassment.

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

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

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

Robert stayed silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I’m sure Courtney.”

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

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

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

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

The line was silent for a long moment until…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Neural Link receiver.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t a hard decision.

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

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

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

———

Years later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nonotnolan]

It turns out having a list of over 5,000 photos and stories across 10 years of having an account all jumbled together is neither useful nor productive. Go figure! I've already talked about being a writer and a reblogger in this post. And since I'm already writing... I figure I should put my money where my mouth is, and reblog things too.

I've got accounts made so that I can sort through everything, and once I'm ready to unveil everything, I'll make another announcement to let you know where I'm reblogging older works. I was hoping it would be a quick project done by the end of the month but... lol no. (I'm also being very picky about how I'm going about it, which isn't helping.) At least this way y'all can hold me accountable if you hear nothing about it for several weeks.

[henrycavbsc]

This is a little too relatable... my likes are currently at 5,764! I really need to sit down and start actually reblogging some of these incredible stories...