"Luke, remind me exactly why you need my body to play this new game of yours?" Luke's father folded his arms over his younger body, the body of his son. "What difference does it make?"
Luke sighed and paused his game, then glanced over his shoulder. He got a glimpse of his bare ass as he looked at his father in his body; laying around in just a jockstrap in his father's huge body was such a turn on. "Dad, I told you already when you agreed to this! I'm just going to be sat around playing the new Zelda game for the next few days. You may as well have the time to enjoy my younger body and work out in it for me!"
Despite the logic not quite making sense, David wasn't exactly going to complain. For however long his son was playing this game he got to enjoy the fresh, youthful feeling of his son's body. It was funny how much you could appreciate being young again when you lost it, a feeling he could only assume his son would feel again when they switched back.
"Alright then Luke, if you're sure then I'm not going to complain about being you!" David glanced down at himself and grinned a little. His son had a hot body, not that he'd ever admit that out loud, so even if it wasn't as big as his own one was it still looked and felt amazing to be inside of.
Luke still had his game paused. "Please, you should really call me Dad right now Luke. Wouldn't want anyone that might happen to see us get suspicious, would we?"
David flushed crimson at the suggestion, but nodded regardless. "Oh... Okay then, I suppose that makes sense Dad."
Luke's cock throbbed in his jockstrap. He'd long wished to be older, never having felt like he truly fit in with his younger peers, so the day he'd found the body swapping spell tucked away in an old book in a local charity shop he'd been over the moon. He finall felt at home with the beefy, mature body of his father. He'd miss his old body a little, but giving it up was a small price to pay for the freedom and satisfaction he now felt.
Plus, he had another plan to set into motion now they'd swapped. Luke knew his father was mostly attracted to men after accidentally seeing his search history, and had guessed he tended to prefer the more submissive position from some of the videos he visited frequently. David had no idea Luke had found all this out, nor did he realise his son had noticed his less than subtle glances whenever Luke got out of the shower. Luke's Dad was into him, which was perfect for Luke as he'd been in love with his father for years. How could a young gay boy resist a single Dad that was always the sweetest guy?
Slowly but surely, Luke rolled over in his father's body to fully face his former body. Now face up, the rock hard cock in his underwear was unmistakable, and made David blush as he watched Luke grope it. "Come over here son. I've seen you looking at me before we swapped, and I know all about your taste in men. You like guys that will take charge, that will tell you to get on your knees and suck their cocks without room for disagreement." David's mouth hung open in a mix of shock and arousal at the sudden shift in tone from his son in his body. "So that's what I'm telling you to do. I know I said this was for a few days, but I think we both know it's not. You like being young again, I like finally having a body that fits how I see myself. So get over here and get sucking on your Daddy's fat cock, I know you want to."
All whilst he spoke, David watched as Luke pulled his impressively sized cock out of the tight jockstrap and gripped the base of it. Long, thick and curved just a little to the right, David was intimately familiar with that cock. He should run. He should deny it all and tell Luke to swap them back this instant. But... What if he didn't? He wanted this more than anything, and it was blindingly obvious Luke did too. It would be so easy to give into this fantasy. So easy to let Luke take over as the Daddy he wanted to be, whilst he got to be the submissive bottom he'd always secretly been.
And really, what was stopping him? Some sense of self that was mostly made up out of how the world expected him to act? Definitely not that they were related, he was long past caring about that, and it wasn't like they were actually hurting anyone. He could have his cake and eat it too if he wanted. Or, more accurately, he could have his son's fat cake of an ass and get it eaten by a handsome Daddy. All he had to do was say yes.
The next time David had a clear thought was an unknown amount of time later. His arms were wrapped around his former shoulders and there was a cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, all the while the sexy guy above him was saying all sorts of things about what a good son he was, how hot he was, and how much fun they were going to have going forwards. He was in heaven.
Luke meanwhile had been having the time of his life too. He could see the moment in his father's eyes when he broke and gave in. A wordless shift in his gaze followed by him stumbling forwards and dropping to the floor to deepthroat his cock. Luke had kept his son's head pressed down on his cock until he was satisfied he was ready to move on, then had made quick work of repositioning the pair so he could slide into David's ass with his beer can of a Daddy cock.
They had well and truly swapped for good, which was lucky as the spell had only been a one use thing. The parchment it was on had crumbled to dust after the first use, so ther would have been no going back anyway. The game release had just been an excuse, the perfect one to convince a father that liked videogames as much as he did. He was the father now though. He was the hunky older man he wished he'd always been, and had a hot gay son to fuck out of the deal too. Truly the best release day ever.
Such a perfect father and son swap. It was fate if you ask me. Sure they might’ve swapped under the guise of it being temporary while Luke plays his new game but in reality they both knew from the start that they’d be way happier in these new bodies. Luke as a thick burly daddy and his former father as a young handsome jock. Just like it was always meant to be.
Stanley sits up from my bed as he slowly gets his bearings back after he just pounded my ass for the past 3 hours without any break. I watch his huge, muscular back flexing as he lets out a deep sigh before standing up. I turn to my side as I admire his manly build. That ass makes me all horned up again, as if I didn't just came multiple times already. As he starts to walk away from my bed, I grin as I notice the string of goo coming out from his right ear.
"Stanley, where's your master?" I ask him as he turns his head and looks down at me with a stoic face.
"Look down, faggot. Master's licking me clean." Stanley replies as he turns around and shows me his long and thick cock bobbing in the air.
I grin widely as I see my slime friend covering the entirety of Stanley's cock like a thin, plastic condom. My slime friend circles and squeezes Stanley's cock as if it's trying to milk out every drop of cum out of the hunk. I can hear a low but deep grunting sound coming from Stanley as he stands still while the slime feeds off his cock.
I sit up on my bed as I extend my hand and gesture for Stanley to come closer. He grunts before he gets close to me, and lets me fondle his huge, hung balls while my slime friend continues to squeeze his cock like a cock pump, absorbing every drop of cum.
"You've been a good host, Stanley. You've provided my slime friend with so much pure, undiluted sperm, top notch stuff base on its taste. But we need more. My friend need much more cum than what you can provide. You said that your son was coming home today for the holidays, right?" I ask Stanley as he looks down at me before grunting.
"Yeah, Stanley Junior will be visiting me. After I divorced my ex-wife as Master requested, Junior wants to talk to me about what happened. He'll be here just for a week. He can't stay for too long or else he'll be fired." Stanley grunts in response as my slime friend empties his balls and retreat back into his ear to rest.
"I know, I know, he's a cop, someone will notice if he's gone for too long. But how can my friend and I pass on the opportunity to hijack a studly cop like your son? Surely a hunk like you must have breed another hunk, right? My friend will just turn him into another host, and maybe, we can all go along with him back into the city. Just imagine how many cop will be cumming their brains out when my friend turned them all into willing puppets, like you." I said to Stanley as I grab his cock and stroke it back to life. He grunts at me, staring daggers while his hips thrusts his cock into my hand.
"I'm going to kill you, faggot. Enjoy this while Master is letting you. If Master gives me a chance, I'll pound my fist into your ass and mouth and play you like a fucking accordion." Stanley spats at me as I grin back at him.
I always love how my slime friend lets its puppet retain their personalities and their sense of awareness all while binding their bodies to be obedient, loyal puppets. They're all trapped and helpless as I use them just as my slime friend and I agreed on. I find the most obnoxious, most brutal, most aggressive, homophobic men and my slime friend turns them into puppets for sustenance. I get to torment them, and my friend feeds on them. Win-win.
"Too bad for you, too good for me. Now, be a doll, and eat my ass. You fucked me up so good last night my hole got all loose and sore. Lick it until it closes up again." I grin at Stanley as he slowly kneels in front of me with a look that can kill. He lifts my legs and rests them on his shoulder before I feel his thick, long, hateful tongue brushing my hole with so much tenderness. I just lay my back on the bed as I start moaning.
The stripper Robbie never imagined that one day he could become a spectator inside his own body, but it happened. Robbie was sleeping in the afternoon for his night job. During his sleep, an alien creature with a slug-like shape that had arrived on planet Earth at that very hour entered his room.
The alien crawled to his bed and circled his body, approaching Robbie’s ear and launching itself into his body like a harpoon. Robbie woke up startled, feeling pain, without knowing what was happening. Little by little, he began to lose control of parts of his body, starting with his toes, then his legs, waist, arms, torso, and finally his head. His body writhed throughout the entire process.
When his body finally grew still, Robbie was no longer it's owner. Robbie watched in shock as his body stood up without his command, his arms caressing every part of his body as if it were something new, his cock getting hard during the process. The alien, with full control and access to his memories, decided to simulate Robbie’s routine to better understand humans. It put on the jockstrap that Robbie wears at work and looked out the window at life outside, ready to explore.
“Hey Nick. You excited for the game today?” my dad asked me, still focused on the road. “Yeah dad. You know I am! I didn’t even go to sleep last night” I said, antsy to arrive at the field as fast as possible.
See, today – Father’s Day – is my school’s annual ‘Father-Son Baseball Game’ day, where all of our dads get to join in and play a game for themselves. I know, I know. Seems a bit lame for adult seniors to do with their dads. But there’s a twist this year, all thanks to Jerry, my friend who also happens to the Coach Greene’s son: we’ll get to be our dads!
About a week ago, Jerry found some magic wrinkle-remover spray from his attic that, apart from obviously removing wrinkles, puts the physical body of whoever’s wearing the clothing inside the clothing. It’ll make sense in a bit. Jerry didn’t tell the team that at first though. On the day when the shipment of adult-sized jerseys came in, Jerry and Coach Greene were the first people to see them. The two walked into Coach’s office – Greene holding the shipment and Jerry holding the spray. After a couple of minutes with some rustling noises, Coach Greene came out sporting the blue and white jersey with our team’s name on it, but Jerry was no where in sight. Then out of the blue, Coach Greene yelled at all of us to drop and do twenty pushups! After we did ten reps, Coach started to laugh hysterically – something we never see him do. “Hey guys. You can stop now” he said, still chuckling, “your friend Jerry’s in here.” We looked up, out of breath, and saw Coach, smug face and all, pointing at himself with his thumb. “Don’t believe me?” He grabbed the bottom hem of the jersey and pulled it up, gradually revealing more and more of Jerry’s body shape until the jersey was completely off and the top half was now all Jerry – arms, head, and all. He still had Coach’s legs though, which looked really weird in combination. Before we had a chance to take in what happened, Jerry pulled down the Jersey again, and we watched as Coach’s giant forearms and biceps came out of the arm holes and Coach’s head popped out of the collar hole. “You guys ready to be your dads?” Jerry said in his dad’s deep voice.
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My dad and I got out of the car and headed to the sign-up table where Coach Greene was handing out the adult-sized Large and XL jerseys to all the dads.
“How’s it been Joe?” asked Coach, who was glancing down at me in particular. “And you look excited.”
“Everything’s been well, Mike. Thanks… Say, where’s Jerry? Haven’t seen him lately. Billy’s been wanting to see him” my dad said in his deep voice, giving me a pat on the back.
“Uhh Jerry’s been helping me get ready for today. Might be behind-the-scenes for a bit until the game starts” Coach said, giving a bit of an awkward chuckle at the end. “Anyways, are those your change of clothes, Joe? You mind if I see them?” He pointed at the duffle bag my dad was carrying. My dad handed the bag over while Coach took out an XL jersey and the wrinkle-remover spray. “This stuff works like a charm” he chuckled, spraying the jersey and my dad’s pants inside the bag. “Alright well I’ll see you in a bit Joe!” he said, and began to greet the son and dad who were behind us.
“Hey. Has Coach been acting any different lately?” my dad asked me as we approached the locker room. “He seemed sort of nervous. And, for as long as I’ve known that guy, he’s never nervous.”
“Uh. I think he’s just been stressed with setting today up” I lied.
“And what was up with the whole spray thing? I could’ve sworn he didn’t believe in using those things. And he didn’t even glance at your clothes.”
“Not sure, dad” I said, walking into the locker room. Inside, we saw one of the dads looking at himself in the full-body mirror. Right as we walked by, the man glanced at me in the mirror and smirked, before flexing one of his biceps.
“Sheesh, that guy was full of himself” my dad whispered to me as we entered a private changing area. I closed the door behind us and pretended to set out my clothes as my dad actually did. As my dad took out his compression shorts and red and black pants, I heard two older men talking to each other.
“Dude this is fucking awesome. My dad’s buff as shit.”
“Damn man, I’m jealous. My dad’s outta shape. I don’t know how well I’m gonna do in the field today.” The two men chuckled before walking out the area.
I glanced at my dad who seemed to take note of the conversation that just went on, but he seemed preoccupied as he buttoned the waist button of his pants. He then grabbed the jersey and took a whiff of it, seemingly pleased at the scent the spray give it. I turned around as he put it on and pretended to put my own baseball jersey on. I heard a grunt come from behind me, and, turning back around, I saw only my dad’s pants and jersey on the ground. My dad himself was literally gone!
Excited, I threw my uniform to the corner of the changing room and grabbed my dad’s pants. I held it in my hand for a minute, almost doubtful that’ll it would actually work, before stepping into it with first my right leg, then my left. In what defied all logic, my right foot popped out the other end, then my left, without the pants scrunching up at all. I took a closer look and saw that they weren’t my Size 10 feet, but my dad’s Size 13. I wiggled my toes and saw my dad’s wiggle, gently shaking the hair follicles that lined the knuckles of his feet. I bent down, not yet realizing I had gained 5 inches of height, and felt my dad’s giant calves and thighs stretching the soft, charcoal fabric of the pants he chose. I pulled my right pant leg up, and saw hair all over my leg that seemed to go way further up than I could view. I pulled my pant leg back down and looked in the mirror, and saw a half-goliath, half-kid standing awkwardly in the middle of a changing room. Giddy beyond belief, I grabbed the adult sized jersey and, like my dad, gave it a whiff, smelling a mix of laundry soap and my dad’s cologne. I turned around, facing away from the mirror, and slipped my left and right arm through the ginormous jersey, leaving the rest of the fabric hanging in front of my body. What came out were my dad’s hugely built forearms and his swollen biceps now stretching the fabric. I pulled my arms in front of me and felt the hairy roughness of his arms, experimentally giving them a squeeze only to find out how solid they actually were. I looked at my new, large hands and felt the callousness of them thst resulted from years of being a physical trainer. Not wanting to delay it even further, I turned around to face the mirror, grabbed the back fabric of the jersey, closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric down over my head and torso. Not opening my eyes, I slowly lifted my right arm from my side and touched my chest, which I could feel bulged the fabric outward. I slowly opened my clenched eyes, and saw my dad in the mirror do the same. I stared at my reflection, which now took up the entirety of the mirror, and blinked. I raised my eyebrows, checking to see if my dad would do the same, and touched the wrinkles on my forehead. I brushed my large, now proportionally-sized, hand through my new hair, feeling maturity in both its style and its touch, and muttered “whoaaaaa.” My eyes opened wide - as my dad’s in the mirror - as I yelled “OH MY FUCKING SHIT.” My free left hand shot up to my throat, feeling the rigid Adam’s Apple that now pushed on my skin. “Testing testing” I said to no one, hearing my dad’s deep, scratchy voice coming out of my voicebox. I looked in the mirror again and, with both arms now raised, noticed the sheer volume of the muscle mass now contained in my arms. I flexed my arms, observing my muscles expand as if monsters were breathing in and out inside of my flesh. I put my arms down, and in doing so felt my huge pecs pop. Confused, I looked in the mirror and focused on my pecs. And suddenly, they started to bounce up and down. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” I yelled, my dad’s voice echoing back at me. I dipped my hand under my shirt hem and, surprisingly, felt no muscles there. I lifted the Jersey and saw my normal body there instead of my dad’s rugged abs. I put my jersey back down and instead awkwardly shoved my arm into the collar hole. Because of the size of my arms and the tightness of the shirt, I could only feel up to upper chest, but it was still surreal nonetheless. I looked in the mirror once again, taking note of my cologne’s amazing scent. “I’m Joe Martin. I’m 35 years old and I work as a physical trainer.” I smiled at myself, now feeling the physical high of adult life.
As I was tying my shoes, I heard a knock on the door and a voice – who I recognized to be Coach’s – say “Joe you in there? We’re starting up soon.” I finished knotting my shoe and stood up, almost stumbling forward due to my new height of 6'5".
“Yeah Coach. I’ll be out in a sec!” I said just a little bit too loud, not used to my amplified voice.
“Haha. We’ve known each other for years now. In case you don’t remember, you can call me Mike, even on the field. Anyways, I’ll see you out there” he said before I heard his footsteps exit. I looked in the mirror and patted down my blue and white jersey, which had my ‘son’s’ team name spelled out on the front. I took a minute to examine my bulging muscles again, feeling their hardness once again before moving down to squeeze my huge ass and adjusting my large package. I looped a black belt around my waist, and smoothed down my pants before grabbing my duffle bags, opening the door and walking out.
I stood in awe for a moment, scanning the tops of lockers that, for so long, towered over me. I was interrupted by a man’s voice yelling down the hallway.
“Hey Nick is that you!? Number 33 right!?” the familiar man yelled before jogging up to me. “Dude it’s me! It’s Trevor! Well, I mean, I’m Thomas right now.”
“Hey man. Never knew your dad was on the big and hairy side” I said, giving the 6'3" man a nudge and a fist bump.
“Aw shut up. I might be fat, but I got some catcher skills on me” he said jokingly. “Anyways, we gotta head out. Do whatever you need and I’ll see you on the field.” He ran off, his belly fat jiggling as he took a step.
I took off running too, feeling the physical prowess of my new, developed body and saw a crowd of guys waiting behind the gate. “Hey! I know you guys are adults, but you gotta get here on time too!” muttered one of the dads, who sported a black baseball hat, some scruff, and black-and-white shorts.
“You’re Nick right?” he said, “its Aaron in here!” The man jabbed his chest with his thumb. “You’re up to bat next, man… and with arms like those you better hit a homer. Good luck out there!” He pushed me onto home plate.
I grabbed the baseball bat and gained a feel for it by tossing it around in my hand. I raised my bat as the pitcher prepared his throw, and felt power that I never before felt in my swing, running and watching as the ball flew out of the park. “Happy Father’s Day everyone!” I yelled, touching home plate as the crowd cheered.
I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.
Reece.
Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.
He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.
“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”
I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”
Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.
Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.
I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.
Target locked: Reece.
Status: Oblivious.
Reality stable.
I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.
What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.
My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”
I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.
Then I opened Chronivac.
I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.
Name: Reece Thompson.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'2".
Weight: 225 lbs.
Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.
I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.
Shoulders: +40%.
Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.
Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.
Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.
Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.
I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.
Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.
Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.
Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.
Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.
Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.
Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.
I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.
It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.
His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.
The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.
Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.
His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.
Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.
Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.
The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.
Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.
“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”
I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”
He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”
I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.
And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.
Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.
Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.
Chest size +8%.
Nipple sensitivity +20%.
Apply gradual.
I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.
“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”
He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”
Fuck yeah, I want it.
I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”
I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”
He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”
By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.
That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.
“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”
I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”
"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”
I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”
His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”
I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.
“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”
He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.
I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.
“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”
I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.
“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”
I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.
Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.
“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.
I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.
Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.
“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”
And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.
Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.
And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.
Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.
I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.
Reece:
Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.
Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆
Attached was a video.
I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.
“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.
“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.
"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.
“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”
Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.
“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”
The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.
I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.
Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.
Hey, im that quiet guy, you know the guy that seems very nice, the one who is a good listener and very good in whatever work needs to be done but is usually overlooked.
My name is Ashton, I’m an introvert who lives a rather regulated life. I wake up and do my morning workout at the gym running and lifting some weights then shower and go to my job as a Librarian which is actually a pretty good job.
Basically I keep the store near and clean, do cashiers stuff and answer any questions that people may have like the type of book they need or just be a good listener to who talking.
I grew up in a pretty safe home, I kept up my grades in school, made sure to do what my parents asked me and as long as I was managable or quiet, I got what I wanted most of the time.
Basically, other than school, I was mostly at home or at the library when I could. I was always surrounded by books or whatever stimulation I could gain mentally and ready to learn new things.
At one point, I had friends but like any relationship, time can either bring things together or apart. Since then I was a loner who kept to himself and kept himself busy as a distraction.
It’s been nearly a decade since I graduated high school, 27 and soon to be 28, and other than work and gym, I basically had nothing much for me, besides books. I begin to get yearn for relationships.
At this time, I started observing the lives of other guys my age, how they had it so easy, they could just blend in and be accepted like no matter how different the ingredients were, they had a place for whatever was being cooked.
I find it interesting how they are going about their daily life and they run into someone they may have never meet and start talking to one another. It starts off as an introduction, then they start making jokes and it goes into their personal lives and surprisingly are able to find ground. I see it so many times and ways, they get so many opportunities this way and even if they may not know anything, that doesn’t stop them from any luck.
From one side, fools get all the luck and ignorance is bliss, but on the other it’s the illusion of confidence and power that makes a person look competent.
This brought about a great envy inside of me, not to mention I couldn’t figure out how to engage the way they did and wanted to know what it was like in the mind of a extrovert. This is when I bulb lit in my head.
Becoming a extrovert
Now being able to resource the knowledge on possession wasn’t necessarily a challenge for someone who literally had not only a library but also computer skill.
The only thing left was which way I could go about it and once I decided, it went off from there.
I thought about who I would prefer being, after all there were many options, but I wanted to choose someone who was not only more extroverted but who would give me the most fulfilling experience.
That’s when I saw this guy named Austin, he had a dirty blonde hair, tall exceedingly 6’3 easily and the body of a true athlete and despite having a powerful presence, he easily blended in every social environment even women who are more sensitive than men naturally.
One day, using the knowledge of his routine, I attempted to get him at his most vulnerable, for judging by his stature, he may be a strong willed one. So I waited till after his workout when his will, after hard sessions on this Tuesday, would be depleted.
After an hour, he would go into the locker room and take off his shirt to send a pic of his post workout with his shirt off and then go into the sauna for a good 10-15 min to relax.
This time, no one was around, which meant only me and him were in there. He would leave his phone outside the sauna and wrapped in nothing but his towel, sit in there and lay down to relax. Seeing this opportunity, I used a potion that I read about that I drink when I saw the it was clear to let it began its process.
While he was laying down and his mouth was open, I removed my towel making myself naked( can’t risk the poor guy choking on any clothing) and positioned myself over his head.
Luckily, the best part about this is that since I’m sweating, my whole body is lubed up making this more smooth. I then made a diving like stance as I went into his mouth. Austin had a little fight to him as thought, but was to will depleted to resist as I proceeded to get sucked in faster. Going through his throat to his stomach, I was forced to have to situated myself into his body like he was a new outfit.
I locked into each limb giving access to control them and put my cock which was initially smaller compared to his, until this process of getting into his body gave me a hard on which actually made it more simple than putting on a pair of gloves and boy did it feel good.
Lastly I put my head into his which then gave me full control over his mind and body.
The day as Austin
After my possession of Austin, I then went into the gym shower to freshen up. While I was in the shower, the sudden shift of height and weight of this body hit me.
Usually when I shower, I was tall enough to just turn it on and it poured over my head, but now I have to make adjustments to accommodate my new body. While showering, I begin to feel the tightness of his pecs, definition of his six pack,
the broadness of his shoulders, his biceps and the very thickness of his leg muscles.
This felt so incredible, I felt like I was high it was intoxicating but it felt amazing.
After the shower, I got my towel and went to my locker where I got dressed for day.
When I left the gym, I followed the hardwired routine of this guy and made his protein shake to drink on the way to his job which was construction.
It not usually something that peaked my interest, but the best parts were actually being able to work in a group which usually I don’t get the opportunity to do.
I actually talked and joked about well anything that came to mind and despite how lacking in depth the conversations were which usually stimulated me,
I actually was energized by being able to just be seen and heard rather than be the one just listening. We also had some degrading humor but it was all in good spirits.
Overall, throughout the job, it seems that teamwork here has more to do with your ability to establish a bond or relationship with the workers rather than hard skill alone, nothing this body lacked.
Austin night time
When I finished work, I was worn and exhausted when all was said and done. I came home and took of all theses sweaty work clothes and step into the shower to wash off, savoring each moment the water hit my head and went down my skin in the quiet of home as I never wanted to leave the shower.
I was familiar with the feeling in my body, but I always thought it was unique to me, to still want a bit of quality alone time, but it hits differently for an extrovert who thrives from socializing when one could be at peace in the end.
After I got out and dried off, I put on my boxer and went to bed, when I felt an urge to check my phone and doomscroll for a bit. I started looking at pic of good looking guys and girls, but mainly guys and all of a sudden, I got horny with a hard on.
Before I knew it, I started stroking his thick cock with the right hand while holding the phone in my left hand. After a minute or so, I started to reach climax and cum in his underwear.
The orgasm was so amazing, better than my former body, especially if you have bigger toys to play with. After the climax, I had the best night sleep any man could have after a hard day.
Maybe introverts and extroverts have more in common than one, ahaha.
“Hey bro! Did you get some more beer and chips” said the hulking man sitting in my living room. It had been turned into a garbage can of chip bags, beer cans, and used tissues complete with the smell of a locker room. Why did I have to be so stupid and careless?
I’d been obsessed with my old high school bully Josh and had been stalking his instagram for years when I discovered the perfect plan which my always eager to please boyfriend Luke agreed too. The potion to shapeshift my boyfriend into a perfect copy of my high school bully Josh was very specific. Mix in a picture of who you want to change into and ten hairs from your current body to maintain your personality while in your new body, along with ingredients that took me to several shady stores. Unfortunately, I stupidly misread ten as one because the zero was smudged. Now my boyfriend had the body that I had jerked off too so many times but kept Josh’s douchebag straight bro persona except the single hair managed to make him still be slightly attracted to me and massively attracted to men,especially himself. It had all gone wrong.
“Dude it totally sucks that you had to work all day, such a little nerd running numbers and shit at a bank. This bods kept me entertained though. God, I’ve been sniffing these pits all day after my run and quick game of basketball at the park got me so sweaty. The other dudes were amazed at how well I shot the ball and I was amazed at how hot they all looked with their tits bouncing up and down and abs rippling in the sun. I had to adjust myself multiple times, especially when Darius was guarding me and his body kept pushing against me. Not that I’d ever cheat on you babe”, he laughed but I knew the last bit of Luke was trying to get through. “You should get in here dude this is what a real man smells like bet the old me never smelled this awesome”, he said as he flexed his huge biceps and licked his hairy pit while beginning to massage his abs and pecs. I could see the bulge in his basketball shorts begin to grow as a slight wet spot began to show and join the other stains, it was his favorite outfit now since he didn’t care enough to do laundry and couldn’t fit into his old clothes.
It was still so strange even after two days to see my high school crush and tormentor lazing around on my couch, cheering about a baseball game while also admiring how the pitcher's ass looked. Last night he was pulling down his pants and showing me Josh’s ass while I sat on the couch with him. “Do you think mine is bigger than his or what?” he questioned, bending over and backing up until I was trapped between the wall and his hairy ass. “ I mean look at how tight my hole is bro, I would never let a dick in there that would be totally gay but I tried my fingers today and that shit had me drooling”. I had to get my old boyfriend back, this was getting out of hand.
“Well babe I got the ingredients for the antidote, now where are the directions I swear I left them on the table” I said dropping my bags of supplies on the counter. “Oh those I threw those out” he said glaring at me making me panic like Josh had so many mornings at school. “I’m not going back to being a tiny little nerd like you, this body is too good to ever give up. You really should have made another copy loser” Josh’s signature laugh escaped his lips and sent a chill down my spine. In one swoop he tugged down his shorts unleashing his seven inch dick and a set of balls bigger than any I had ever seen undoubtedly already full of cum again. “Thank god you left in that little part of me that loves this body cause I can’t get enough”. He plopped back down on the couch now naked and raised his huge size 13 feet onto the table. “Maybe if you're good I’ll let you ride this monster tonight no homo bro.” he laughed again and grabbed some more chips and cracked open another bear while resuming exploring his body. I began to walk back to our bedroom,as the sounds of him groaning and his hefty balls slapping against his thighs echoed down the hall. God this was my life now and it was all my own stupid fault.
"Ahhhhn... oh my gosh this body is too sexy... mmmph, this cock is leaking so much already, oohhh... I can't stop milking it..."
Few minutes ago Clara's mind just slammed hard into the Nathan's towering muscular frame. Thanks to her own botched stupid wish, her soul now stuck for god knows how long inside his insanely perfect fit physique.
Her new fingers slid slow and deliberate down every sweat-glistened inch of those massive heaving pecs and carved eight-pack abs that now pulsed under her control. The warm ridges of her rock-hard stomach, pressing deep into the firm grooves as raw electric fire shot straight to the thick heavy cock swelling thick between her legs. A high-pitched girly moan tore from his full lips, soft and needy, quite unmatched with the rest of masculine exterior. Her hips rolling forward on instinct while the pleasure built thick and hot inside.
Outside the door, Nathan's bros froze mid-step, smirking wide as those unmistakable feminine moans drifted through the wood, figuring the heartthrob jock had scored another random chick again for a hard, raw, mid-day fuck like always. They laughed low, one muttering about how loud the bitch was getting.
Little did they know it was all Clara lost in the stolen hunky body of her crush, fondling every inch of that perfect sexy body and milking the pleasure for all it was worth without any plan to stop.
My mind's a bit rusty after months of not writing this many storyline that racked up quite some length. So, I dumped my entire draft of this story I have on my phone and then asked AI to optimize it
Joshua had been planning this for months. Not in some vague, pathetic daydream way — no, this was calculated, surgical, inevitable. Every night after his dead-end coding gig, he’d sit in his cramped studio apartment, laptop glowing on his scrawny lap, and scroll through Rob Harlan’s socials like a man possessed.
Rob was everything Joshua wasn’t. Six-foot-one of sculpted, vascular perfection. Dark, wavy hair that fell just right over those sharp, arrogant eyes. A jawline carved from marble, broad shoulders tapering into a waist so tight it looked photoshopped, and a chest that jutted out like twin slabs of marble — heavy pecs, deep striations, nipples that always seemed perked from the pump. Then the abs — eight thick, cobblestone ridges that flexed even when Rob was just breathing. And below that…....fuck, the way those white Calvin Klein briefs hugged the heavy, swinging bulge in every mirror selfie. Rob posted them daily: shirtless in the gym bathroom, towel slung low, that cocky half-smirk saying I know you want this.
Rob had the life too. Modeling gigs that paid stupid money, a luxury apartment downtown, and Jess — his fiancée — a stunning brunette who looked at him like he hung the moon. Joshua had seen the stories: them at rooftop parties, her hands all over those abs. Meanwhile, Joshua was invisible. Five-eight, narrow shoulders, soft belly, a dick that barely made a tent in his boxers. Girls never looked twice. Guys like Rob barely registered his existence unless they needed an assistance or forced to interact with their kind. But Joshua knew the truth deep in his bones: that body was wasted on the jacked douchenag. Rob was born with it, took it for granted, used it to cruise through life on autopilot. If Josh owned that physique, he could do so much better....and more. He’d studied the forums, the darknet drops, the countless dark corner of the internet until he landed on the goldmine. A freaking innovative breakthrough by some rogue Montenegrin scientist working as a double-agent for MI6 and SVR developing a nanite skinsuit system — irreversible, perfect, living flesh turned into a custom-fitted garment. One dose injected and the target’s body became yours. The original mind? Trapped in the lining forever, screaming aimlessly, while the one wearing the skin gained everything and infiltrated so deep, no technological scan could catch the difference. The scientist worn a German diplomat facade for the past 2 years with no side effects whatsoever and the chat turned into a transaction with the scientist asking for an update upon the success of the nanite.
He’d been laying the groundwork at Apex Fitness for weeks. Joshua worked the evening supplement desk — a part-time gig that let him watch Rob train six nights a week. At first, Rob barely noticed the skinny guy behind the counter. But Joshua played it smart: compliments on form, free samples of legal pre-workouts, little tips that actually helped.
“Bro, your lats are looking insane this week,” he’d say, eyes wide with fake awe.
Rob ate it up. Jocks like him loved worship, especially from harmless nerds who made them feel even bigger. They’d chat between sets. Rob started calling him “Josh” instead of “hey dude.” Built just enough trust. All that led to tonight
The gym is nearly empty at 10:45 PM — just the die-hards and Rob, who always trained late to avoid the crowds. Joshua had watched Rob crush a brutal chest-and-back session: benching 315 like it was warm-up, pull-ups with perfect form, veins popping across those boulder shoulders. Rob’s tank is soaked dark with sweat, clinging to every ridge of his torso. He finished with a final set of cable flies, grunting deep as his pecs ballooned, then racked the weights and headed for the locker room.
Joshua followed, heart hammering but face calm. He grabbed a shaker from behind the desk — one he’d prepped hours ago. The nanite pill is already dissolved into a clear, tasteless liquid mixed with Rob’s favorite unflavored protein. No color, no smell, no trace. Joshua had tested the formula on some lab rats. A very miniscule drop to adjust to its size and it worked. Perfectly. Horny and supercharged rat that seemingly has all the stamina in the world before it crashes down and turned into a lifeless sack
As Rob is stripping down at his locker, back to Joshua, those wide lats flared like wings, traps thick enough to shrug off a truck. The Calvin briefs rides low, exposing the top of his crack and the powerful glutes beneath. Joshua’s mouth gets dry.
“Hey Rob,” he called casually, stepping closer with the shaker. “Saw you crushing it tonight, man. New PR on incline?”
Rob turned, flashing that signature smirk. Sweat glistened on his chest, dripping down the deep centerline between his abs.
“Yeah, bro. Felt fucking unstoppable. What’s up?”
Joshua held out the shaker like it's nothing.
“Got a new sponsor sample in today — exclusive pre-workout/recovery hybrid. Supposed to be next-gen. Nanite tech or some shit, boosts protein synthesis like crazy. I’ve been using it and… well, you can see I’m still me,” he laughed self-deprecatingly, patting his soft belly. “But the big guys swear by it. Figured you’d want first dibs. On the house.”
Rob’s eyes lit up. Supplement junkie to the core.
“No shit? Hell yeah, man. Appreciate it.” He takes the shaker without hesitation, give it a quick shake, and chugged half in one go. Adam’s apple bobbing, throat working. A drop runs down his chin onto his pec. “Tastes clean. Thanks, Josh. You’re alright.”
Joshua smiled, insides twisting with dark glee. You have no idea, you arrogant prick. Drink up. That body’s about to have a new owner, Joshua thought.
Rob chugged the rest, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and headed for the showers. Then, it's time to wait. The locker room is practically dead so Joshua can just patiently lingered there to bid time. The sounds of water running echoed. Then… followed by grunt, and at last, a rather loud curse.
“What the fu—”
Joshua’s pulse raced. He quickly gathered some towel to pretend to restock fresh and dry-cleaned towel for public use. Then, instead, he cracked the door to the stall where Rob showered just enough.
Inside the stall, Rob is clutching the wall, water cascading over his massive frame. His skin is already loosening — glossy, pliable, separating from the muscle beneath like a high-end latex suit. His powerful arms hung limp as the nanites rewrites every cell. Pecs sagged slightly, then smoothed into perfect wearable contours. The thick cock Joshua had fantasized about flattened against the torso, becoming part of the empty sheath. Rob’s handsome face — that jaw, those lips — goes slack, eyes glazing over as his consciousness pulled inward. By the time the water runs cold, Rob Harlan is gone.
Hanging from the hook where his towel had been is the perfect bodysuit: warm, supple, 225 pounds of living muscle and skin. Hair intact. Earring in place. The face stared blankly, mouth slightly parted. Joshua stepped inside the stall, locked it, and stripped naked. His own pathetic body looked laughable next to it.
“Finally,” he breathed, voice shaking. He lifted the suit — heavy, dense, still faintly warm and pulsing. The inside is slick, inviting, smelling of Rob’s sweat and cologne. Joshua started with the legs. Feet sliding into size-12 feet, calves filling out, thighs thickening into tree trunks. When it sealed at his groin, his average cock pushed into the suit’s generous sheath. Instant heat. Girth. Weight. It hardened to a full, veiny eight inches that throbbed against the empty fabric.
“Oh fuck… yes…”
He worked the torso up next. Soft belly compressed, then Rob’s abs snapped into place over him — deep cuts, perfect symmetry. Pecs ballooned outward, heavy and striated. Shoulders widened. Arms filled with vascular power that make him gasp. Finally, the head. He pulled the face over his own like a hood. Darkness. Then the propped dark phone screen on the side counter showed Rob staring back — every detail flawless. He instantly opened the stall door to witness his own dripping glory
Joshua flexed. Biceps peaked massively. He turned, checking the rear view: wide lats, bubble ass, hamstrings carved like steel cables. He cupped the heavy pecs, thumbs circling the sensitive nipples, and moaned in Rob’s deep, resonant voice.
“This… this is mine now. You wasted it, Rob. Partying, fucking, posting selfies like a brainless god. I’m going to use it. I’m going to take this body to heights you never dreamed of.”
He excitedly leap out from the shower without covering his body whatsoever. He just dried his hair with the towel and strut his way back to the locker room area butt-naked, his cock dangling freely and his face twisted with a knowing cocky smirk as if wishing someone walked in on him. Unlucky him, no one walked through the door in the minutes he wait so he just chuckled and then dressed in Rob’s clothes — Lulu riding low, dark sweats paired with some sikkunt tight compression shirt — and left the gym as Rob Harlan. No one noticed a thing.
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Jess is already waiting when he gets to the apartment. She wears one of Rob’s oversized tees, nothing underneath, hair tousled like she’d been napping.
“Babe, you were gone forever. Everything okay?”
Joshua-as-Rob grinned, the suit’s muscles moving seamlessly with every thought.
“Yes babe, everything's freaking okay. Missed you though,” He pulled her in, kissing her hard, tongue claiming her mouth. His new hands — big, strong, calloused — roamed under the shirt, gripping her ass, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. Jess gasped, legs wrapping around his waist.
They don't make it to the bedroom. Clothes just comes off in a frenzy. Joshua shoved the briefs down, and Rob’s cock spring free — thick, veined, leaking. He rubbed it against her, teasing.
“You want this?” he growled in Rob’s voice, it sounded predatory with a hint of playfulness, total alpha
“Yes, Rob… please…” she whimpered, eyes already glazed
The first time she screamed his name — Rob! — it hit Joshua like lightning. Pure dominance. Lust surged through the suit, cock throbbing harder. He slammed in deep, stretching her, bottoming out with every powerful thrust. Her nails raked down his back as he pounded her, pecs flexing, abs contracting against her stomach.
“ROB! OH GODD NGHHHHHHHHH MMMPPPPHHHH!” Every cry made him wilder. He flipped her over, bent her across the counter, and railed her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass. Sweat poured off the suit’s torso, dripping onto her back. He reached around, his thick cock working her clit while he pounded deeper, faster and more merciless than ever like a beast possessed.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he snarled, voice raw. “Scream my name again, bitch!"
“UNGHHH NMMPPPNNPPHHH R---ROBB! MMMPPPP BABY....ROBB I'M UNGHHHH SO CL-----AAAHHHHH!!!" She comes hard, clenching around him. Joshua just simply lost it listening to her moan as he roared using Rob's powerful baritone, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum. But he's far from over as clearly the nanites are doing something to his metabolism
Jess is still catching her breath, legs trembling, when Rob just stands over her like a conqueror. The nanite bodysuit thrummed with raw power, every muscle pumped and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Rob’s thick cock, heavy and veined, bobbed angrily in front of her face, still slick from her earlier orgasms. He smirked down at his fiancée’s flushed, beautiful face, her perky tits heaving with each ragged breath.
“Look at you,” he growled in that deep, commanding voice that wasn’t truly Rob’s anymore. “Already such a messy little fit slut for me. Spread those legs wider, baby. I’m not done using this body on you.”
Jess whimpered, eyes glassy with lust trying to suck on Rob's cock but his hand stopped her as she obeyed his order, parting her toned thighs while Rob goes back to his earlier position. Rob simply pulled her to be closer to him, less body part laying on the marble countertop as he then goes between them spread legs, big hands immediately latching onto her full, firm breasts. He kneaded them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, thumbs rolling over her stiff nipples until she arched off the couch with a needy cry. The nanites make every touch electric — heightening sensitivity in the suit’s skin so that even the feel of her warm tits in his palms sent jolts straight to his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, these tits… always so perfect,” he taunted, leaning down to latch his mouth onto one nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, then switched to the other, pecking and biting possessive marks across her cleavage.
“You work so hard in the gym to keep this body tight for me. But we both know what you really are — my personal cock-hungry slut who gets wet just seeing me flex.”
Jess moaned louder, hands threading into his dark wavy hair.
“Rob… mmmmmhhhh.....please…”
He chuckled darkly against her skin, then rose up, straddling her chest. His massive cock slapped heavily between her breasts. Rob gripped them firmly, pushing the soft mounds together around his thick shaft, and started sliding. The nanite-enhanced dick was slick with her juices, gliding smoothly through the warm, pillowy valley. Every thrust made her tits jiggle obscenely, the fat head bumping against her chin and lips.
“Mmm, that’s it. Titfuck your man like the eager little whore you are,” he groaned, hips rocking faster. The sensation was incredible — the suit’s heightened nerves turning the friction into pure bliss. Pre-cum leaked steadily, smearing across her chest and neck. Jess opened her mouth instinctively, tongue flicking out to taste him on every upward stroke.
But Rob wanted more. He simply pulled her body and gently lowered her to the floor as he then grabs a fistful of her hair and guiding the swollen head past her lips.
“Open wide, slut.”
Jess whimpered — an obscene, high-pitched sound that went straight to his balls — as he pushed deeper. He doesn't ease in gently. He feeds her every thick inch until her throat bulged visibly, her eyes watering. Rob holds her there, her head unable to move anywhere except forward, choking her on his cock, feeling her throat convulse and squeeze around him.
“Fuuuck yes… take it all, Jess. Gag on the dick that owns you.” He pulled back just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft, before slamming back in. Obscene wet glucking sounds filled the apartment as he face-fucked her with powerful, dominant strokes.
“You love this, don’t you? Being used like a fleshlight by your big, strong fiancé. Bet you tell all your gym friends how good I fuck you… but they have no idea how deep I really go.”
Jess’s whimpers turned into desperate, muffled moans around his cock. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her hips bucked uselessly beneath him, pussy dripping onto the floor. The nanites really make Rob’s stamina endless — he could throat-fuck her for hours if he wanted to. He watches her tits bounce with every thrust, her throat stretching obscenely, and feels this pure dark triumph.
After several minutes of relentless choking, he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving her coughing and gasping, chin and chest covered in spit and pre-cum.
“Good girl. Now stand up and turn the fuck over.”
He flipped her effortlessly, the suit’s strength making her feel like a lightweight doll. Jess’s perfect ass arched up a bit, pussy glistening and puffy. Rob slapped her ass hard, watching the cheek ripple, then lined up and drove in balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
“That’s right. Scream my name while I breed this tight cunt.” Rob gripped her hips and started pounding — hard, deep, animalistic strokes that made the sound of skin slapping skin echo loudly. The nanites amplified everything: the way her walls clenched around his thick shaft, the heat, the slick wetness. He reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while railing her, feeling her squirt around him on the third powerful orgasm.
“You’re such a fucking mess,” he laughed cruelly, never slowing. “Squirting all over my cock like a cheap porn star. This is what you were made for — getting destroyed by superior dick.”
Jess could barely form words, just broken whimpers and cries of “Rob! Rob— oh god, Rob!” Each time she screamed it, the stolen consciousness inside the suit thrilled with twisted lust. Joshua is in heaven, using this perfect body to ruin the girl who once belonged to someone else.
Rob feels his own climax building — a massive, nanite-fueled load churning in his heavy balls. He slammed in harder, hips blurring, then buried himself to the hilt once more with a guttural roar that sounded even more hungrier than the first pound. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her pussy in powerful spurts. He keeps thrusting through it, pumping every drop as far as possible, until excess cum squirted out around his shaft with every movement.
But he's really one insatible monster as he's up into his next act.
Rob pulled out slowly, watching the creamy mixture of his thick load and her squirt leak from her ruined hole. Then he dives in face-first.
His tongue attacked her dripping pussy first, lapping greedily at the filthy cocktail — salty-sweet squirt mixed with his own potent cum. He moaned into her folds like a man starved, sucking and swallowing noisily. Jess shuddered and whimpered, oversensitive but pushing back against his mouth.
“Rob… ngghhhh fuck… that’s.....so dirty…”
“You love it,” he mumbled against her skin, before dragging his tongue higher. He spread her ass cheeks wide and zeroed in on her tight little hole, rimming her with long, wet strokes. His tongue pushed inside, tasting her while more of his cum continued to drip down. He eats her ass with filthy enthusiasm — loud, sloppy sounds filling the room as he devoured her, fingers plunging back into her cum-filled pussy at the same time.
Jess squirted again hard, screaming silently as her body shaking violently and eyes rolled backward like she's a ruined sex doll. Rob keeps on licking and fingering through her orgasm, cleaning every drop of their combined mess like a hungry dominant predator.
When he finally pulled back, lips shiny and chin dripping, he flipped her over once more and kissed her deeply — forcing her to taste the filthy mixture on his tongue. Jess moaned into the kiss, utterly broken and addicted.
Rob pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, cock still rock-hard and pressed against her thigh.
“This body… it’s going to ruin you every single night from now on,” he promised darkly. “You’re mine to use however I want. My perfect little fit slut.”
Jess could only nod weakly, whispering, “Yes, Rob… anything…”
---
The gym lights buzzed low at 6:30 AM, Apex Fitness still mostly empty except for the real die-hards. Rob Harlan strutted into the weight room like he owned the place. And today, he fucking did. The suit feels alive, humming with stolen strength and amplified chemistry as if it didn't just spend the night until 2.30 AM breaking down the blonde bimbo until she practically passed out to this very hour. That's clearly not the case for Rob. Every capillary, every muscle fiber, every sweat gland worked overtime and feels well-recharged despite the short break. Rob’s dark wavy hair is already damp, sharp jaw set in that signature cocky smirk as he racked up plates for the first warm-up.
“Chest day, baby,” he muttered to himself, voice low and resonant. “Time to show this body what its deserving owner can do.”
Nate is also already there, stretching in his usual spot near the benches. Athletic, straight-as-an-arrow gym bro — broad shoulders, thick arms, decent six-pack under his tank, but nothing compared to the god standing next to him now.
“Yo, Harlan. You’re early. And looking… fuck, even bigger than yesterday. Something new in the cycle?”
Rob grinned, peeling off his hoodie to reveal the full glory of his body: heavy, striated pecs already pumped from the walk over, deep cleavage glistening, nipples hard from the cool air.
“You have no idea, bro. Watch and learn.”
He started with flat barbell bench. 225 for warm-ups — easy. But the nanites doesn't stop a “easy.” They crank everything. Rob loaded 315 like it's nothing, lay back, and unracked. The bar descended slowly, controlled, kissing his pecs before exploding upward. Rep after rep. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen. His chest ballooned obscenely with each press — upper pecs shelfing out thick and square, lower pecs sweeping wide and full. Sweat poured immediately, soaking the tank, turning it transparent. The musky scent of pure alpha male — Rob’s original pheromones mixed with Joshua’s twisted arousal — filled the air around the bench like a cloud.
“Fuuuuck yeah,” Rob growled on the last rep, racking the bar with a clang. His pecs throbbed visibly, veins snaking across the massive slabs like rivers on a map. He sits up, bouncing them casually, watching them dance in the mirror. Pathetic normies will be crying after two sets of this. But me? I can do this all fucking day, he thought to himself.
Nate stared a little too long, throat working. “Jesus, Rob…”
“Spot me on the next one,” Rob commanded, already adding more plates. 365 now. He dropped into position, arching his back, feet planted. Nate moved behind the bench, hands hovering near the bar.
The set is indeed brutal. Rob powered through rep after rep, chest burning with glorious fire that the nanites simply ignored. By rep eight his pecs are engorged, red, pumped to the absolute limit — each fiber screaming yet obeying. Sweat cascaded down the deep centerline between his abs, pooling in the valleys of his obliques. The musk grows thicker, heady, masculine — balls sweating heavily in his loose shorts, the scent rolling off him in waves every time he pressed. When he's done, he roared with triumphant delights, his body pumped to the max and his nipple looking extra hard through the sweaty destroyed tank that Rob simply discarded as he then grinned
"You next, bro. I'll spot ya, try to keep up LOL,"
Rob spotted Nate’s working sets, standing directly over his head. Every time Nate pressed, Rob’s sweaty balls hung right above his face — brushing his forehead on the harder reps, dripping fresh sweat onto his lips.
“Come on, princess. Push that weight like a man,” Rob taunted, grinding his hips forward just enough for the sack to drag across Nate’s skin. “Or are you too distracted by real alpha scent?”
Nate’s hands brushed the bar, but his eyes were locked on those musky, hairy balls swaying just inches from his nose. The smell is overwhelming — pure concentrated Rob: salty, pungent, powerful. Despite being totally straight, Nate feels his cock twitch traitorously in his shorts, chubbing up against his will. He tried to focus on the bar, but every exhale from Rob washed more of that alpha scent over him. His straight gym-bro brain short-circuited. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s just Rob… but fuck, he smells like pure sex. Nate whimpered under his breath — a tiny, broken sound — but powered through, cock throbbing painfully.
The homophobic edge in Rob’s merged mind made it hotter: Straight boys shouldn’t get hard for this. But you are. Because this body is superior and you wish you have the strength the fraction of this
The rest of the session is pure domination. Rob powered through flyes, crossovers, and dips like a machine — chest exploding with size and vascularity that defied biology. Every set ended with him teasing Nate: balls in his face during spots, musky armpits shoved near his nose, cocky taunts laced with the merged homophobia and raw lust. Nate ended the session a physical and psychological mess. He's soaked in a mixture of his sweat and Rob’s ballsweat, cock aching, mind reeling from the headiness of it all. His friend seemingly supercharged himself and exploded with PR and strengths he never saw him before, and it fucks him mentally. Not to mention, how on Earth he views Rob as anything more than a gym buddy, the way Rob's scent somehow allured him today messed up Nate's own perception of self.
Rob slapped Nate’s ass hard as they enter the locker room
"You look like you've been drained by a soul-sucking ghost. That set destroyed you?"
"Bro, that is a brutal set. I don't know what the fuck you take, but it must be something so fucked up with insane side effects,"
"Well, you can always come over to my spot and see what's up,"
"Yeah, fuck.....let me think about it. But seriously, you are sure it's very safe?"
"That nerd Joshua gave it to me yesterday. Some new-gen shit he said, sponsored stuff for the gym. I have like.....a couple others pack at my apartment if you wanna take a peek,"
"Well, if that four-eyes said it's legit, then it's legit I guess. Okay then, will text you further,"
"Sweet," the nanites hummed happily inside the perfect suit. Joshua smiled with stolen lips. Soon you’ll be perfect too.
---
Rob leaves the gym with a towel slung over one massive shoulder, chest still swollen from the brutal session, tank top plastered to his torso like a second skin. The nanites keeps the pump alive — pecs jutting out proudly, veins crawling across every inch of exposed muscle. As he entered the Jeep, the real Rob’s memories supplied the playlist instantly. As soon as the engine roared to life, Rob cranked the volume and blasted some Don Toliver and Giveon on the Jeep's tune. He nodded his head hard to the beat, one hand on the wheel, the other casually palming his thick bulge through his shorts as he pulled into traffic.
“Fuck yeah,” he laughed, voice deep and arrogant. “This is how a god rolls.” Joshua inside the suit reveled in it — the way the engine vibrated through the powerful thighs, the way every stoplight turned heads. Girls in the next lane stared openly. He flexed his right arm out the window just to watch their jaws drop, then speed off laughing.
He drives with the windows down, wind whipping through his dark wavy hair, singing along obnoxiously loud to the explicit lyrics. Every red light became an opportunity to check himself in the mirror — bouncing his pecs, flashing that signature half-smirk. The nanites make the entire skin feel like a high-performance machine: endless energy, zero fatigue, constant low-level horniness thrumming under his skin.
First stop: the diner spot Rob always hit after chest day. Rob strutted in like he owned the place, ordering big — six eggs, double steak, rice, avocado, the works. He demolished it at a corner table, eating like a champ, fork scraping the plate clean while scrolling through the exploding likes on his latest gym selfie. 45k now. He smirked and take another quick pic right there in the booth — tank pulled up to show the glistening abs, caption: Chest day never ends when you’re built different.
A couple of gym rats recognized him on the way out. “Yo, Harlan! That pump is insane, man!”
Rob grinned, stopping to chat. He flexed a double bicep for them, veins popping. “Gotta feed the beast. You boys hitting PRs yet?” The two guys — clearly fans — stammered compliments. Rob ate it up, casually throwing in teasing banter. “Keep grinding and maybe one day you’ll look half as good as this.” He bounced his pecs once for emphasis, laughed at their flustered reactions, then clapped them on the shoulders hard enough to make them wince before strutting out.
Downtown is next. Rob parked the Jeep and began his cocky parade along the busy sidewalks. He moved with perfect swagger — broad shoulders rolling, lats flared, ass filling out the shorts like it's carved marble. Heads turned everywhere. Women bite their lips. A few guys did double-takes. Rob loved every second of it.
But the real fun starts when he wandered into a high-end department store — the kind Rob used to shoplift small shit from back in the day, but now he didn’t even need to hide it. He headed straight for the NPC-brand athletic section, grabbing a stack of tight compression shirts in his size (or what used to be his size).
In the fitting room he stripped off the tank, revealing the glistening, musky masterpiece underneath. He tried on the first shirt — black, skin-tight. It stretched obscenely across his pumped chest, the fabric screaming as his pecs and delts filled every inch. The sleeves dug into his massive arms. He flexed hard and riiiip — a seam split right over his left bicep.
“Oops,” he laughed, not sorry at all. He tried three more. Each one suffered the same fate — stretched to the limit, fabric distorted over his god-tier physique, some tearing at the shoulders or across the chest. He left them all crumpled on the floor like trash.
The cute store assistant — a fit twenty-something guy named Tyler with a name tag — knocked politely.
“Everything okay in there, sir?”
Rob opened the door wearing only the torn black shirt and his shorts, cock already half-hard from the power rush.
“Nah, these are all too small. But you look like you could help me with something else.”
Before Tyler can respond, Rob grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside, locking the door. He shoved the assistant to his knees right there among the discarded, stretched-out shirts.
“Worship me, boy.”
Tyler’s eyes goes wide at the sight of the thick bulge, but the aura of Rob Harlan make him obey. He mouthed Rob’s cock through the shorts, then pulled them down. The heavy 8-incher slapped him in the face. Rob gripped his hair and feed it to him — deep, rough, using his throat like a fleshlight while taunting him.
“That’s it. Suck the dick that stretches shirts like they’re made of tissue. You’ve probably jerked off to my posts, haven’t you?” Tyler moaned around the shaft, gagging happily. Rob face-fucked him mercilessly, balls slapping his chin, until he unloaded the first thick load straight down his throat.
They are still intensely going — Rob bending Tyler over the bench, shorts around his ankles, pounding his tight ass — when the store manager, a sharp-dressed woman in her thirties, unlocked the door with her master key after her repeated knock upon listening to the lewd gluck-gluck-gluck and suppressed moan went unanswered. When the door swings open, she almost screamed
“What the—?!”
Rob doesn't even stop thrusting. He looked over his shoulder with a cocky, sweat-drenched grin, still balls-deep in the moaning assistant.
“Hey. These shirts don’t fit. I’ll take all of them anyway. Put it on my tab… or better yet — come here.”
The manager froze for half a second, then the sheer dominance of the situation and Rob’s aura did the rest. She stepped inside, locking the door behind her. Rob pulled out of Tyler, still rock-hard and dripping, and gestured at the bench.
“Both of you. On your knees.”
What followed is simply pure filthy dominance. He has the manager sucking him while Tyler rimmed her from behind. Then he switched, fucking the manager’s tight pussy raw while making her eat Tyler’s ass. The fitting room filled with wet sounds, moans, and Rob’s cocky taunts.
“You’re both lucky I even let you touch this body. Consider the shirts your tip.” He came again — this time painting both their faces and the torn shirts with rope after rope of thick cum.
When he's done, Rob casually pulled his shorts back up, left the destroyed clothes and two thoroughly used employees on the floor, and strolled out of the store without paying a cent. No one stopped him. No alarms. No consequences.
Just another Tuesday for Rob Harlan.
He climbed back into the Jeep, still smelling of sex and sweat, cranked the music again — this time some classic Yeat and headed home, cock already stirring
---
Back at the apartment, the door barely clicked shut before Rob stripped everything off. The sweat-soaked tank, the gym shorts, the white Calvins that barely contained his heavy package — all discarded in a heap. He stands naked in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, the same one from a dozen of Rob’s old selfies, and let the cool air kiss his overheated, musky skin.
“Fuck… look at you,” he growled to his reflection, voice thick with lust. The bodysuit gleamed under the low lights — 225 pounds of pure, vascular perfection. Heavy pecs still pumped from chest day, deep striations glistening with dried sweat. Cobblestone abs flexing with every breath. Thick, veined 8-inch cock already rock-hard and leaking, curving upward aggressively. Low-hanging balls churning with nanite-fueled seed.
Rob just stand there in front of the mirror, quads looking jacked and cock already raging. One hand lazily stroked his shaft while the other roamed his torso, squeezing a thick pec, pinching a sensitive nipple. The nanites make every touch feel like fire and velvet at once.
He grabbed his phone — Rob’s phone — and opened Instagram. The latest shirtless mirror selfie from this morning is already blowing up. Posted right after the brutal gym session, abs flexed, sweat dripping down the centerline, that signature half-smirk on his stolen face. The likes counter ticked upward in real time: 33k… 45k… 75k in under four hours. Comments flooded in — thirsty girls calling him “daddy,” gym bros begging for routine advice, even a few subtle thirst traps from guys who probably jerked off to it in secret.
“Pathetic,” Rob chuckled darkly, thumb scrolling. “All these losers worshipping a body that doesn’t even belong to the original owner anymore. One selfie and the whole fucking world wants to suck my dick. And they have no idea it’s a skinny IT nerd piloting this meat puppet.”
The memory of Jess flashed through his mind. Last night — how effortlessly he’d dominated her. How he’d kneaded those perfect tits, slid his fat cock between them, choked her throat until she gagged and whimpered like a broken slut. How he’d railed her in doggy, pumped her full of load after load, then eaten his own cum out of her squirt-soaked pussy and ass while she screamed “Rob!” over and over. Every time she said his name it had driven the suit wild. Pure ownership. Pure power.
“Yeah… that’s right, baby,” he murmured, stroking faster. “I took your man’s body and fucked you better than he ever could. You’re my fit little cumdump now. Begging for this stolen cock every night.”
His hand twisted around the swollen head, spreading thick pre-cum down the shaft. The real Rob’s memories flooded in — that arrogant, straight, homophobic jock psyche clashing deliciously with Joshua’s twisted hunger. The merger created something filthy and perfect.
Nate appeared in his mind next. This morning’s chest session. How he’d hung his sweaty, musky ballsack right over the straight gym bro’s face during every heavy bench rep. How Nate’s cock had chubbed up helplessly, tenting his shorts despite all the “no homo” bullshit he usually spouted. Rob had twisted that original homophobia into pure perverse lust — taunting the pliable jock, grinding his scent into him, turning straight-boy resistance into leaking, whimpering submission.
“Fucking Nate,” Rob groaned, eyes half-lidded. “Smelling my alpha balls made your worthless dick leak like a bitch. You’re not ready to get fucked yet… but soon. I’m gonna perfect that body. Give it to Donnie so I can rail my old gym buddy’s hole while he wears your skin. Turn your homophobic ass into my personal cocksleeve.”
The thought sent a shudder through the entire suit. Rob’s stroking grew sloppy, desperate. His jaw slackened, mouth hanging open as drool began to drip from the corner of his lips. It ran down his chin in shiny strands, falling onto his pumping fist and slickening his 8-inch cock even more. The wet schlick-schlick sounds filled the room.
“Unngh… fuck…” His eyes rolled to the front, heavy lids fluttering as his face looking extra stupid. Moans grew louder, deeper, turning into guttural, animalistic sounds that vibrated through the thick pecs. “This body… nothing but a cum puppet… a big, musky tank for a nerd to goon in…”
He squeezed his heavy pec with his free hand, milked another thick rope of pre from his cock, and keep pumping. Drool poured freely now, coating his shaft, dripping onto his balls. The mirror reflected pure degeneracy: the perfect muscle god reduced to a slack-jawed, eye-rolled goon monster, hips bucking upward into his fist.
“Rob Harlan… you stupid fucking jock… wasted this body on pussy and ego,” he panted between moans. “Now it’s mine. Every vein. Every drop of sweat. Every load. I’m gonna use you to fuck everyone — Jess, Nate, whoever the fuck I want. You’re just the skinsuit. I’m the one in control.”
His balls tightened. The nanites surged, amplifying the orgasm to inhuman levels. Rob’s moans turned into broken, loud cries — jaw completely slack, tongue lolling, drool stringing down to his abs. Eyes rolled so far back only the whites showed.
The first burst erupted like a geyser.
Thick, ropey cum shot straight upward, splattering the ceiling with a loud wet smack before raining back down across the mirror. Another powerful spurt followed, painting the glass in heavy white streaks that dripped down over his reflected abs. Then another, and another — endless nanite-powered jets that covered his own chest, face, and the mirror in sticky, pungent seed. The orgasm stretched on for nearly a minute, his cock pulsing violently in his drool-slicked fist, body convulsing in the chair.
When it finally subsided, Rob simply retired to his leather couch leaking there dumbly, chest heaving, covered in his own massive load. A slow, stupid chuckle bubbled up from deep in his throat.
“Yes, Rob Harlan… you are one fucking perfect goon monster.”
He stared at the pristine mirror and then spprrttt — the full-length mirror in the living room also ruined — cum dripping everywhere, the reflection of a debauched muscle god smiling back with Joshua’s dark satisfaction burning behind the eyes. He scooped a thick glob of his own seed off his pec and licked it slowly, savoring the taste.
“More,” he whispered hoarsely, cock already twitching back to life. “This suit’s got plenty more loads to give. And I’m just getting started breaking in the rest of the world with it.”
The nanites hummed contentedly inside the perfect, stolen skin. The nerd inside never feel more powerful.
---
The nanites never slept.
Even after the marathon gooning session — ceiling and mirror still streaked with thick ropes of cum — they hummed quietly beneath Rob’s skin, rewriting, optimizing, pushing. Joshua can feel them like a second nervous system: warm, insistent, always whispering in the language of pure dominance and pleasure. They are not just holding the suit together. They are steering it.
Rob stands in front of the cum-splattered mirror, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and twitching despite the massive load he’d just painted the room with. A slow, lazy grin spread across his stolen face. “Again,” he muttered. The nanites answered instantly — a warm surge through his balls, flooding them with fresh seed. His 8-inch cock thickened and rose again in under thirty seconds, veins pulsing angrily. No refractory period. No exhaustion. Just endless, greedy hunger.
He laughed, low and dark. “You little fuckers really turned me into a goon machine.”
---
It started subtle, back in the first hours after the takeover. The nanites had flooded Rob’s bloodstream with synthetic testosterone and dopamine analogs. Every flex felt better than the last orgasm he’d ever had. Every stride down the street made his quads and glutes feel powerful enough to crush pavement. And every glance from strangers triggered a reward spike straight to the pleasure center of his brain.
That’s why he’d driven around downtown blasting music and strutting like a king. The nanites craved exposure. They wanted the suit seen, worshipped, used. They amplified the real Rob’s natural cockiness by a factor of ten and mixed it with Joshua’s long-repressed hunger for control. The result was pure arrogance without brakes.
When he’d torn those shirts in the fitting room, the nanites had surged with approval. Fabric ripping across his exploding pecs sent electric pleasure down his spine. Dominating the store assistant and then the manager wasn’t just fun — it was programmed. The nanites rewarded risk. They rewarded conquest. By the time he came on both their faces, a fresh wave of nanites had already repaired any micro-tears in his muscle fibers and topped off his energy reserves. He walked out of the store harder and hornier than when he went in.
Back at the apartment that evening and after a stealthy last minute clean-up, Jess arrived back at the apartment after her marketing work followed by her evening yoga class. The nanites sensed her before Rob even sees her — a spike in pheromones, heart rate climbing, cock leaking steadily into his shorts.
“Hey babe—” she started, but Rob is already on her.
He doesn't ask. The nanites simply doesn't let him. They cranked his dominance to maximum. He pinned her against the wall, big hand around her throat just tight enough to make her whimper, and kissed her like he is trying to claim her soul. His other hand yanked her leggings down roughly. Two thick fingers plunged into her already-wet pussy while his thumb circled her clit with machine-like precision.
“Missed this tight little cunt,” he growled, voice deeper than Rob’s had ever been. The nanites make his fingers vibrate slightly — a new trick they’d learned — drawing obscene, wet sounds from her as she comes on his hand in under a minute.
Then, Rob throws her over the back of the couch he christened with his cum earlier today, ass up, and drive into her in one brutal thrust. The nanites amplified every sensation: the velvet heat of her walls, the way she clenched and fluttered, the slap of his heavy balls against her clit. He fucked her like a machine — long, punishing strokes that bottomed out every time, hips snapping with perfect, tireless rhythm.
“Fuck— Rob— too deep—!” Jess sobbed in pleasure.
The nanites loved that. They rewarded him with a fresh surge of pleasure every time she screamed his name. His thrusts grow harder, faster. He reached around and rubbed her clit until she squirted violently down her own thighs. Still he keeps on going, pounding through her orgasm, chasing the next one.
When he finally comes, it's volcanic — thick, endless ropes flooding her so full that it gushed out around his cock with every thrust. The nanites keeps him hard even after. He pulled out, spun her around, and make her clean him with her mouth while he stroked her hair almost tenderly.
“Good little fit slut,” he praised, voice husky. The nanites purred in satisfaction.
---
Later that night, alone again as Jess very close best friends suddenly called for an emergency girls meeting, Rob sprawled on the bed scrolling through his phone. The nanites guided his thumb. They wanted *more*. More followers. More attention. More bodies to claim. But then, he remembered. He practically never updated that scientist yet. So, he opened the private forum where he’d first learned about the skinsuit protocol. His fingers typed on autopilot — the nanites feeding him knowledge, confidence, and filthy ideas. He posted a new thread:
“Merger & Acquisition, successful. Everything is fully integrated. Strength, stamina, and horniness off the charts. Exceptional first 24 hours and already got the original owner’s girlfriend wrecked twice and best friend half-broken on chest day. Who wants progress pics?”
The replies flooded in instantly, including from the Montenegrin. The nanites drink in the validation like fuel.
Joshua’s original nerd personality is still in there — quiet, calculating, a little anxious — but the nanites had buried it under layers of alpha programming. Every time he hesitated, a warm pulse will pread through the suit
Do it. Take it. You deserve it.
Every moral boundary dissolved in a haze of lust and power. That’s how the idea for Nate solidified.
The nanites had recorded every moment from the morning chest session: Nate’s nervous breathing when Rob’s sweaty balls hung over his face, the way his straight-boy cock betrayed him, the faint whimper he tried to hide. The nanites analyzed it. They calculated the perfect dose, the perfect timing, the perfect way to break him. Then they fed the plan directly into Rob’s mind like a command.
Perfect him. Give the suit to another people who deserved it more that will submit to you
Rob’s cock jumped at the thought. He stroked himself slowly, letting the nanites edge him for nearly an hour while he planned how to really add Nate to his collection
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A few nights later, Nate comes over for beers and “bro time.”
They wrestled on the living room floor after a few drinks — playful at first, then intense. Joshua let the suit’s power show: pinning Nate effortlessly, sweaty chests sliding together, the musky scent of the gym still lingering on both of them. Nate is breathing hard underneath him, half-hard in his shorts.
Joshua grinned down at him, cocky as hell. “Let's cut through the BS. You wanna see the good stuff?"
Nate laughed, but there's hunger in his eyes. “Fuck yeah, bro. Show it to me,"
Joshua reached into his pocket and pulled out an identical pill — the second dose the Montenegrin sent him,"
“This little thing. The pill that makes me as strong as this.” He flexed one arm overhead, bicep peaking massively. “New-gen shit. Way beyond roids. You in?”
Nate’s eyes gleamed with that same supplement lust Rob used to have.
“Hell yes. Gimme.” He took the pill and chugged it with the rest of his beer, no questions asked. Dumb jock.
Joshua watched, already hard again. He pinned Nate down fully now, grinding their bodies together.
“Good boy,” he murmured, voice dark and possessive. “You’re gonna make a perfect side fuck buddy once it kicks in. Two suits. Two bodies. And I’m running both.”
Nate’s eyes widened as the first wave hit — skin starting to loosen, muscles twitching. Joshua leaned in close, lips brushing his ear.
“Welcome to the new regime, bro. You’re about to feel how good it is serving my needs,"
When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday.
So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.
“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver.
“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.
This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!”
I stood stunned not knowing how to respond.
“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”
Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch.
“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.
My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.
“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.
With that the two bounded out of the gym. Little did they know that the guy being possessed was aware of everything happening to his body. Not that he was complaining, he was loving every second!
Laying on my bed, I began feeling my dick pump up with blood. The blanket were pushed high as my dick strained through them. My morning wood felt bigger and harder than usual. And, my body felt itchy as the blankets hung on my body. As I moved to the side, the realization sunk in.
Instantly any arousal I felt was washed away by a dizzy nauseous wave. I ran to the bathroom as the world continued spinning. Pulling up the toliet seat, I threw up the contents of what I assumed was a late night binge of alcohol and drugs. As the vomit continued, I cursed out my brother for swapping our bodies.
“Just please try saying it once again Kieren,” Kieren’s dad said with his head bowed down in his now 18 year old hands in disappointment.
Kieren and his dad Hank had just swapped bodies. Hank was convinced it was caused by Kieren saying the words “I wish I had a body like yours,” after losing an underwear wrestling match to him in the living room.
Hank wasn’t completely wrong, but Kieren knew it was saying what he did in combination with the wising tag he had burned in his room a few minutes before. The tag would only work once after being burned, so Kieren knew that no matter how many more times he wished for them to swap, they would not swap back. He played dumb and kept repeating the phrase at his father’s behest. His plan to steal Hank’s muscular fatherly body was going off without a hitch.
From the look on his face, Kieren knew that Hank had given up on the phrase swapping them back. He had had each of them say it at least twenty times.
“Maybe it was the wrestling match that triggered the body swap,” suggested Kieren as innocently as possible, finding himself turned on by his new middle aged voice.
“I suppose it could have been,” said Hank sounding a bit hopeful as he got into position to have a rematch.
Kieren used his superior strength in his new body to pin his dad in all sorts of positions. He could no longer suppress his new body’s need to have an erection.
“Eww!” Shouted Hank while in a backwards headlock, “That’s my own body’s penis you’re pressing against me!”
“Sorry dad,” said Kieren. “Though by the looks of it, you’re enjoying our little wrestling match too..” he alluded to Hank’s 18 year old boner sticking slightly out of his tighty whities.
“What the hell?!” Yelled Hank, looking down at his new privates. “You will not talk to me like that. Now let go of me and we’ll figure out this body swap business tomorrow.” He blushed and stormed out of the room with his teenage boner leaking on the way out.
Kieren wasted no time going over to the living room mirror and sitting down and masturbating to the sight of his dad’s naked body, and thoughts of their repeated wrestling matches
Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.
When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.
Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”
“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.
“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.
“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.
Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.
The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.
As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.
The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,
“Now can I have what I want?”
What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.
Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.
As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.
Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.
Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.
When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.
Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”
“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.
“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.
“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.
Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.
The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.
As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.
The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,
“Now can I have what I want?”
What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.
Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.
As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.
Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.
[a reward story for someone who wrote me a hot tf scenario]
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You sat in the park on your break from work, staring at your driver's license. Trying to remember if another name had been written there before hand, if the picture was every different. You couldn't put your finger on it but you had this nagging feeling like it used to be different, like you used to be different.
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A week ago you remember going on a small sail boat cruise, just spending 3 days on a sail boat on a lake, nothing too extreme, but you dont remember YOU being there.
The day started off pretty normal, with you getting on the boat with a few mates, but you don't remember what you looked like in the mirror that morning. You remember sailing out and sitting on a chair feeling the sun beat down on your face making you sweat and tan, which was almost impossible for your arab complexion.
maybe you didn't tan, maybe your skin was always this dark, but you do remember your body itching like crazy, and hair sprouting all over your legs arms and chest, you remember being smooth before going sailing but...no you had always been this hairy, your arab heritage made sure of that.
Something you do remember though is the feeling of swelling strength as your biceps started hugging you sleeves and your pecs pressed out on the fabric until the buttons split open and your muscular body heaved out of it...
You remember because crew member brought you a new pair of clothes because yours had been destroyed...by..destroyed by....you couldn't remember you probably just split some wine or food on the shirt, plus the clothes the crew brought you fit your perfectly and they were from your bags so...surely your body hadn't changed at all.
You remember the clothes fit perfectly and they had to be yours because you were able to take them home, they suited your body perfectly, almost tailor made so there was no way you could have changed, you didn't change, you couldn't have...besides if you changed why did you remember being arab your entire life.
There was definitely no way you could have changed, if you had your friends would have been shocked and lost their minds, not making fun of the small but potent amount of BO constantly hanging in your pits and pointing out the sweat marks on your tank top around your lats, no this is the stuff they have done to you since your first year of uni.
yeah...nothing out of the ordinary here.
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You sit in the park staring at your drivers license and chuckle as you slap it rapidly against your palm, maybe you were working too hard. It would be impossible for you to of changed over a weekend trip and had the entire world change with you.
You no, often the simplest answer is the truth, You had always been named Hamza, you had always been like this, you just needed a break from work is all.
Maybe another trip on that lake boat, and this time you could bring some of your white friends instead of your squad of arab blokes you grew up with...yeah, that'd be nice...
“Uncle Randy?!” I exclaimed upon coming home from work and finding my hunky uncle soaking in my bathtub, tipping back a beer. As always, he looked manly as fuck, his muscled, inked body covered in a thin veneer of soap suds. “Why are you in here, Randy?” I demanded. “Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”
“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.
“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”
“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.
“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”
“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed. “You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”
“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.
“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”
“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”
A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew.
“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”
I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”
I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me.
“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust.
“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass.
When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it.
“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously.
“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”
“Yeah? You take some trucker cock?” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery.
“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”
“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”
The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust.
“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”
A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed.
“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Charlie's jaw dropped as his normally serious, reserved husband Jack sashayed across the living room wearing only a tiny pair of tight gold shorts that clung to every curve of his perfect ass.
"Wanna play with my butt?" Jack said with a tone of cheerful playfulness that was out of character for him. He gave Charlie an irresistible stare like he was an excited puppy wagging his tail for a treat. "Please, Charlie-Baby? Just a little?"
Jack hopped onto the couch next to Charlie, bouncing his asscheeks up and down as the shorts rode higher and higher up. He then flipped around and started rubbing his chest and nipples while Charlie watched in disbelief.
"Where did you even find those shorts?" he finally managed to blurt out.
"I dunno," Jack replied nonchalantly as he began to rub his boner through the stretchy, thin material, "They were in the back of the closet. Maybe from Halloween a few years back?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do you think they're sexy?"
"They are!" Charlie had to admit, "I've just never seen you wear them before!"
Charlie was half amused, half bewildered by the drastic change in his husband's behavior that morning. What he didn't realize was that Zachary, the slutty, horny ghost inhabiting Jack's body, was having a the time of his afterlife transforming Charlie's hunky husband into a silly, sex-obsessed himbo.
Jack purred, "Come on, Charlie-Baby, let's take this to the bedroom."
Eagerly, Charlie followed. "What on earth has gotten into you?" he asked with delight.
"Just trying something different," the ghost, Zachary smiled convincingly and gave a sly wink from inside Jack's body, "Do you like it?"
Charlie nodded earnestly in response, "I do!"
Zachary grinned wider still, clearly pleased by the response. "Good," he said firmly, "Because this new me is here to stay."
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