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[musclegrowth-12]

mathieu.sport

[max-the-many]

Lucky garage grab... as we saw the weights in the open garage we got pretty losy, walking in straight away without even knowing what we would end up with.

As this hunk entered, getting quite irritated, telling us to leave we just smiled at eachother which made him almost yelling at us, understandably.

This cute guy, getting all defensive was just what we craved yet Jamie really has a talent talking us out.

But it didn't take long for me to get into a good position while Jamie was talking, we really develop as a team.

So soon I could yank that needle I was playing with in my pocket right into his well built neck.

"Now look at that" Jamie said with his new voice as he stepped out of the shadows shortly after. "Wanna have a tour around the house?"...

[mergeatrois]

Idealism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-nudge?” Shaun asked curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[salmonskinrolltf]

An artsy, pretentious hipster whose Instagram is all black-and-white photography (he hates the shallowness of social media, but it's the only way for his art to reach the people) opens it to post yet another masterpiece...

...Only to find that his profile has been replaced by a wall of thirst traps from exactly the kind of guy he most looks down on: some totally basic gym gay, with plenty of muscles but nothing behind the eyes, flexing and showing off his armpits. Huh?

[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!]

My name is Devlin, and I’m a photographer. My ex-boyfriend, who is also my best friend and my business partner for a coffee pop-up we’re trying to get off the ground, says I should share more of my photography online. He says it will help me build a “following.” I don’t know why I’m expected to bend over backwards to cater to the lowest-common-denominator tastes of social media, but he’s right.

I’ve been posting my black-and-white photography on Instagram for a few months now, and I’ve already gotten a few pieces in galleries because of it.

So I heave a sigh at the necessary evil as I open Instagram to upload my newest piece, a self-portrait titled “A Quandary of Nature.”

I’m just about to hit the button to upload a new image when I notice that my profile picture in the corner looks different. I click on it and my whole profile pops up. I see my name and username, so I’m clearly still logged in, but I must have been hacked or something. All the photos I posted are gone, replaced by a series of inane selfies from some muscled-up influencer-looking guy who looks dumb as a bag of bricks. He looks like probably calls these images “content.” It makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.

In the most recent image, he’s showing off his armpits.

He’s also showing them off in the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that… And so on. I scroll and scroll until I hit the bottom, where there’s an image of a visibly younger version of the hunk… showing off his armpits.

What is it with striking the same pose over and over again? I get that he’s probably figured out armpits are good for engagement or something, but I fear that he simply doesn’t have the vision to come up with more creative shots. Watching this page is like seeing art and culture stagnate before my eyes.

Clearly I’ve been hacked. I’m not very familiar with the Instagram interface, but I’m sure there must be a way to report hacking. I click around to try and find it, and I accidentally open the camera, revealing an image of myself and the wall behind me.

And something is… changing. My bleached hair is slowly losing its color, fading back to my natural brown as it rearranges into a shorter, trendier cut that falls in choppy waves over my forehead. My glasses disappear. My cheekbones rise, my jaw straightens, and my eyes dull, both in color and in vibrance.

I assume this is one of those weird in-app things that Instagram people insist are called “filters,” because why make up a new word when you can steal one from the photography lexicon that already means something?

But when I reach up to touch my forehead, I can feel the hair rustling against it. The arm I’ve raised also looks swollen, like it's been stung by a whole hive of bees. I look away from my phone and down at my arm, which is growing meatier by the second, swelling to what must be four times its original size.

A quick glance to my left shows that the same thing is happening with my other arm. And a glance down shows… nothing. My pecs have already swelled to such a mountainous size that I can’t see anything past them. But I pat my stomach, which is now tight and muscular. My thighs are, too.

Fuck. Somehow, I’ve instantly transformed into a gym-honed tool, who - to be honest - looks exactly like the guy from those Instagram photos. The one difference is that I still have my mustache. I know I should be freaking out, but something is dulling my reactions and all I can think about is how glad I am to still have my mustache. It feels like a connection to the real me. Proof that I am still myself, at my core, even if I look totally different.

I am still an artistic, intelligent guy with great taste who… Wait, what am I doing?

My elbow is sticking straight up in the air, as if I’m trying to show off my armpit, even though I’m wearing a shirt.

I snap a photo. I don’t know why. I just do. I’m a photographer. It’s only natural, I guess.

But fuck, I just took a thirst trap selfie that looks exactly like every other photo in the goddamn library that got hacked onto my account!

But also… I look fucking hot. With my finger, I trace the unimaginably huge bulge of my biceps, my strong, stubbled jaw… I accidentally hit post.

In shock, I close out of Instagram and throw my phone across the room. I look at myself in the mirror and strike a double-armpit pose. Fuck! What’s wrong with me?

When I do it, my brain goes fuzzy for an instant, giving me a strangely pleasurable feeling. My dick chubs up in my pants.

I raise my left arm. The fuzzy feeling comes back, and my dick rises to full mast. I raise my right to join it, and my brain tingles like I’m getting a blow job while eating an ice cream cone. I feel… fucking good, man.

Wait, no. This isn’t me. I snap out of it and grab my phone. I open my photography app, make sure to use the black-and-white option (the only option, in my opinion), and try to take a selfie at a fun, unique angle that proves how artful and smart I am. I hold the camera low, and…

This is how it turns out.

At least my armpits aren’t out.

After I hit “post,” I raise both arms again, out of habit, and feel my brain instantly obliterated by fuzziness. I feel so good I cum in my pants, even. By the time I lower my arms, I’ve forgotten what I was so worried about.

All I can think about is how goddamn good I look, and how I need the world to share in the joy that is my beautiful body.

I change and take a another picture, to bank some content for later.

[mucleinmovement]

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[beautifulsexymens]

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[fractured-memory]

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[storytelllller]

Ha! Genius is an understatement for what I’ve achieved.

I always knew my experiment would succeed—how could it not, with my intellect driving it? But even I, in the deepest chambers of my brilliance, never anticipated perfection like this. Not just success, but an immaculate symphony of transformation. My brother Chase's towering musculature, his unyielding bones, his boundless stamina, his turbocharged metabolism, his very genetic excellence—are now mine. Completely and irrevocably mine.

Chase. The name itself carries a shadow over my existence. My younger brother, radiating everything I could never possess: the sculpted physique of a demigod, the rugged jawline and symmetrical features that draw eyes like moths to flame, and the kind of power—both physical and social—that bends the world to his will. He’s no ordinary high school student. Standing seven feet tall with a body so perfectly chiseled that even Michelangelo would weep at the sight, Chase is a local legend. A star athlete adored by everyone, a bodybuilding champion who dominates with overwhelming ease, and—unlike me—a natural genius to boot.

And then there’s me. The older brother, the forgotten shadow. A college student scraping through life at a meager five feet, my frame as brittle and thin as a dried twig. My face, a jumble of awkward angles that repel rather than attract. Invisible to the world. Overlooked even by my parents. No one ever said it, but I could see it in their eyes: Chase was the son they celebrated, and I was… the other one. I hated him for it. Envy coursed through my veins like a slow poison, coiling tighter with every accolade he received.

I tried to change. Oh, how I tried. I sweated and strained through grueling workouts, endured the stinging barbs of rejection, and begged the universe for even a fraction of what came so effortlessly to Chase. But no matter how hard I fought, reality would slap me back into place. I was meant to be small, weak, unremarkable. Chase was destined for greatness.

Or so the world thought.

There was one thing Chase couldn’t match: my mind. While his brawn conquered stadiums, my intellect prowled in the shadows, piecing together answers to questions no one dared to ask. I turned to science, immersing myself in the mysteries of biology, genetics, and biomechanics. I started with the dream of body swaps, obsessing over the notion of transferring my consciousness into Chase’s body. But even with my brilliance, I hit a wall. The laws of nature were unyielding—consciousness transfer was impossible.

So, I pivoted. If I couldn’t move my mind into Chase’s body, what if I moved his body to me? Not wholesale, but piece by piece. Muscle to muscle. Bone to bone. Stamina for stamina. Metabolism for metabolism. Even his genetic superiority—could I transfer it, one molecular thread at a time, and trade it for my own wretched inheritance? The idea consumed me, and I delved deeper, testing, calculating, designing.

Finally, I cracked it. The key was speed—a transfer so instantaneous it would occur in less than a nanosecond. Any slower, and the process would collapse in catastrophic failure. But I solved that problem. Of course, I did. I’m a genius.

In the dim solitude of my basement, I built the machines: two cylindrical chambers of reinforced glass, humming with the power of a thousand breakthroughs. One for me, one for him. I just needed a way to lure Chase into the trap. That, too, was child’s play. A few words about testing his endurance and—bam!—he was locked inside.

The experiment commenced. Lights blazed, circuits screamed, and in a heartbeat, it was done.

Now, standing here in my new body, I am overwhelmed. Look at these arms! The sinewy biceps and thickened bones that once belonged to Chase now pulse with life beneath my skin. I feel the raw, primal power coiling in my chest, the rhythm of muscles that bulge with every breath. My abs—a symphony of ten flawless ridges—are carved from the very essence of Chase’s perfection. My legs, my calves, even… yes, even that. Everything Chase once had is now mine. Mine to wield, mine to relish, mine to admire.

I can feel the energy coursing through me, a fire that burns brighter with every heartbeat. It’s not just the muscles. I’ve taken his stamina, his hyper-efficient metabolism, and his genetic blueprint. This body is not just powerful—it’s self-sustaining, designed to thrive with minimal effort. And the face! Oh, the face. Symmetry, sharpness, and an allure I’ve never known are now mine.

As for Chase? Where did my frailty go? Where did my brittle bones, my threadbare muscles, my sluggish metabolism vanish? They found a new home—in his body. He now bears the weight of the inferiority I carried for so long.

Standing at seven feet tall, I am no longer the overlooked older brother. I am the alpha, the apex, the heavyweight college student who commands attention. Chase, now reduced to a five-foot shadow, is nothing more than a hollow remnant of what he once was.

The roles have reversed. The world is mine to conquer. And Chase? Chase will learn what it feels like to disappear.

[subformuscularalpha]

Fuck, bro, look how big I'm getting. Look at those massive arms. I measured them yesterday — they're 18 inches. What? How big are yours? 14,5? Hahahah, yeah, seems like I'm a 'big bro' now...

[dewesker1998]

Being a introvert

The morning finally came and it was time for Will still Tacitus to wake up for his first day of work as Tacitus.

Will woke up yawning as he stretched his limbs in bed and as his eyes blur begin to clear he saw that Simon was gone already.

Will then proceeds to think to himself,

“Last night was something else, the sex was amazing. I would have never imagined myself as a top or dominant as an introvert no less and usually I bottom. I guess this introvert had it in him to do that and he sure is a sexual initiator when he wants to be.”

After this, Will then proceeds to prepare to get ready for Tacitus job at the PD by showering, combing his hair and brushing his teeth. When all this was done, he dressed up in his Sergant uniform after spraying cologne over himself and when all dressed up, he went downstairs to make a quick breakfast and protein shake(no dairy) before heading out the door to make it at the office.

After finally arriving, he made it in the office. The sight for Will was a bit amazed but also tried to maintain his composure, for he never imagined working in a police station much less as a Sergeant who in charge of a group.

Will as Tacitus made it to his office room and using Tacitus knowledge of how his job works was able to get the papers out and review cases that still need to be solved.

It wasn’t long before his higher up Commander came to his office saying,

“It good to have you back as always Sergant Tacitus.” said Commander.

Yes sir, said Tacitus.

“I need you to solve a certain case, it been running the city wild for months, the killer kills couples by luring them to areas, said the Commander:

How are they doing this, if I may ask, said Tacitus.

I don’t know exactly and I can’t give much info, you have a special expertise for understanding the psychology of these couple killers or whatever they are, but I will note that they tend to kill more so around gay bars, but not how they manage to lure them or even get them to leave the bar, said the commander.

So what do you need me to do, said Tacitus.

Well I need you to go find these killers before they strike again and possibly before this weeks end. I will also have a group of officers to back you up and of course on of your closest officer as well.

I wish you luck, Sergant, said Commander.

Yes sir, said Will (Tacitus).

Not long after the Commander left, Will started to think,

Wow, first day and I already have an important task to solve immediately. Good thing I have Tacitus mind to guide me on what to do.

I literally am starting to understand how Shazam feels, it’s like being a kid with the knowledge of a god, but in this case it an introvert.

Not long after, one of his officers came into the office.

Hello Sergant, said the officer.

What’s your name officer, said Will(Tacitus).

Um, Sergant, I’m one of your main back up officers Nick, said Nick.

Of course, Officer Nick, ahah.

They then went to the police car to talk about the case.

What do you know so far from the intel you gather, said Tacitus.

Yes Sergant, we noticed that they somehow manage to get the victims, probably through seduction to leave the bar by choice to go somewhere, mainly a private place or room and then leave them dead outside. I also note that most of these cases have wheel marks in there neck so a syringe is used maybe a tranquilizer, said Nick as he went to get a drink of water thirsty from the hot weather.

Well, from what I can gather, they always go to gay bars and they tend to target gay men, this is definitely men who might be homosexual, and gay bars are popular here, says Tacitus.

So what’s your plan, Sergant, said Nick.

We may need to go undercover, I would say watch outside, but seeing how they are stealthy we need a better plan, paused Tacitus(Will) for a moment.

(A light bulb went off in Tacitus(Will) head)

I hope your open to sexuality or at least bi-curious, cause tonight we’re going to a gay bar, said Will(Tacitus) lightly joking.

That’s a good way to catch him, Sergant, but wouldn’t be to obvious if we we’re there in our uniforms, said Nick.

Don’t you know not to question your Sergant, Nick.

We’re going to blend in, said Tacitus(Will).

After this, they left to go scope the area and all it’s possible exits as well as the best distance to be from the building to watch.

Hours passed to night time and the gay bar was finally open.

As the night for the killer began, they were all ready to go undercover.

As Nick came into the bar he saw his Sergant dress in a classy white shirt and black pants sitting confidently with his arms crossed.

Wow, Sergant, you surely take pride in every role of your job, said Nick.

You damn right I do, said Nick.

They then discuss the plan going forth as they head to the bar to get drinks while watching the surrounding undercover.

So what’s the plan Sergant, said Nick.

The plan is to take more of an active role at the same time we observe. We are gonna blend in as we are and see when they come, if any suspicious activity takes place, said Tacitus.

This could take all night sense they would do it when they are barely noticed during the drinking and dancing, said Nick.

As the night passed and it got later, Nick and Tacitus(Will), took a bit of a more active role by dancing to music and drinking some alcohol, but only to where they could still do there jobs.

Eventually, they got a bit tired of the dancing and decided to sit down.

Weh, that was pretty fun wasn’t it, said Tacitus trying to gauge Nick.

Yeah, I guess, said Nick casually.

Why guess, you’ve been to better bars before, said Tacitus(Will).

I’m not really a party person per say, I mean I’ve been but usually because I followed my friends, but I would usually be on the side, observing, said Nick.

Yeah, I feel that, I more of a small group and relationship kinda guy, business oriented.

What about you, have you had any relations, said Tacitus(Will).

No sir, said Nick.

Are you thinking about any say, open to possibilities, said Tacitus(Will) said vaguely.

Well,- haha, it’s silly really, said Nick nervously as he turned as his cheeks blushed red.

Well what, you can trust me, we’re the only people here, said Tacitus as he touched Nick shoulder for closeness and comfort.

Well, it’s actually you Sergant, said Nick.

Oh, uh, said Tacitus(Will) with complete shock of amazement.

Well, what do you find so interesting in me, said Tacitus(Will).

Well Sergeant, your tall, fit and in elite fitness guy. You are very structured and routine always taking care of yourself and it shows not just in the way you do your job, but also in your appearance, your highly devoted to your incentive and progress not delaying for a minute.

Your basically the ideal man done right. Your very self controlled in your emotions, you do care but don’t show it, like how you treat those who are close to you.

I know that to others you may appear intimidating and probably rude, but your just protecting your emotional energy only giving it wisely to those you view safe or necessary, said Nick.

Why would you think that I would guard my emotions and appear like I’m invulnerable, said Tacitus(Will) curiously.

You understand the world better than most, but you don’t feel a need to show or seek attention, you only share your opinions with those you feel have depth and understanding.

You don’t try to be rude, not intentionally but people view it this way, so eventually you learn to not care what others think, which whether you know it or not, makes you appear like a god among men that people wish they could be, said Nick.

Wow, I never thought of myself that way, said Tacitus. Before the conversation could continue, a scream was heard from a room in the gay bar.

Did you hear that, said Nick.

Yea there’s a scream upstairs let’s hurry, I think we found our killers, said Tacitus as he and Nick ran upstairs.

Before the two men could even stick the syringe to their necks, they barged through the doors.

Freeze we have you surrounded, said Tacitus(Will).

Feeling cornered, they pushed the victim aside and attempted to rush the officer.

Now the officer did not bring there weapons and in order to blend they kept them outside.

As the man came toward Tacitus, his fighter instincts started to kick in and he started grabbing both men by the hand that held the syringe and squeezed there pressure points till they lose grip strength to drop the syringe and pushed one to the side and begin to cuff the other.

Nick was behind Tacitus and when he heard one that was pushed aside make a thud noise, he rushed through with no second to spare and aided in cuffing him.

After this, Tacitus then called for back up to take them to the police car and have them arrested thus ending there spree as the couple killer for tonight.

Take them back to the cells for tonight, we’ll get them in jail in the morning when the higher up gets back in the morning, said Tacitus.

Hey Sergeant, all is good, said Nick.

Yes they are all token care of, good job Nick, I’m very proud of you, said Tacitus.

Now what Sergeant, said Nick.

No, we’re good, you can take it easy , you worked hard enough, said Tacitus as he gave a warm comforting pat on Nick shoulder.

But before he could step in his car to get back to the office and go home,

“Hey Nick, said Tacitus.

Yes sir, said Nick.

I know this is unprofessional, but do you want to come over and meet me at my house after work, said Tacitus(Will).

Yes sir, I would like to, said Nick with a feeling that he was lighter on his feet like he could fly.

And so after they finished there business at the office, they drove over to Tacitus’s house sometime later that night and begin getting comfortable.

They began to talk and laugh together about old memories of their personal and work life together up to that point while enjoying a glass of wine. Will begins to think to himself as they talked,

“It was a beautiful sight, you would never picture how an introvert could go from a stoic cold front to an open and warm extrovert personality.”

As the night continued, they began to become more closer and comfortable on a “spiritual and personal level”. Not only were they sitting close like “two peas in a pod”, but as the night went on, a spark of passion begin to ignite in them, a spark that one would get when two people feel like they understand each other in a way words can’t, silence would surround and action would have to prove.

That spark was a passion that could no longer be contained and it showed as they began to kiss. It escalated to tongue kissing, and as things usually go forth, they begin to take off each other shirts and as Tacitus(Will) proceeds to pick up Nick and carry him to his room, they begin to kiss one another from their head down to there chest.

When they finally made it to Tacitus room, he then lays Nick on his back as both finishes taking off the remaining clothes.

When done, Tacitus then takes the lead as he makes his way towards Nick, who is already signaling what he wants next turn toward the bed.

Tacitus(Will) took the signal and began the next round as pushed Nick on his stomach and plunges his hard and erect cock into his hole.

As Tacitus plunges his cock in and out, moans of pleasure that came from both of them filled the room.

Tacitus while this is going on, slowly closes down on Nick and starts kissing around his neck going toward his face, eventually both are kissing each others lips.

After a while, they begin to reach the point of climax and not able to contain it any longer. With tension increasing so much that one could here the sounds of heart beats, both began to cum at the same time, Nick over the bed and his abs and Tacitus let loose in filling Nick’s hole, which only made him cum again.

Both spent and drain from all the sexual energy spent begin to lay down, wrapped into each embrace, not just by their bodies, but a strong bond of kindred spirits.

As the dusk of the morning slowly rose, while both were still asleep, Will begins to exit out of Tacitus’s mouth in his astral form back into his human one.

“Man, that was one of my best experiences in all my possession and I’ve never been an introvert before, this has been a good experiment and I will definitely write about this one in one of my stories. After all the best one are the ones you experienced yourself, haha, said Will as he looked over Tacitus and Nick lustfully.

Nick then got Tacitus phone already knowing his code unlocks it and takes a picture of them to send to his phone as he tries to lustfully and discreetly hide his boner.

Aftermath(Conclusion)

When Will was about to sneak out, a voice came out and said,

Hey, said Tacitus with a demanding tone.

Will then turn around slowly in shock.

Your that guy from the gym, said Tacitus.

No, you confused me with someone else, said Will.

“You also been in my body these past few days, I’m not mad, I’m actually kinda of glad you did, you took the extra mile to know me better and I also got a chance to better see the people around me and understand my psychology.

Maybe I underestimated you, you’re a socially intelligent guy”, said Tacitus.

Ah, no problem man, said Will.

You can call me your friend Will, and I will gladly train with you at the gym if you ever want a gym buddy, said Tacitus.

Hehehe, really, thanks bro, said Nick trying to contain his excitement.

Also, I know you really enjoy being in me, if you like, perhaps we can hang out or you can get inside me again,

I could really use your social skills to be better at communicating with others, said Tacitus.

Bet, I would love that whenever your down with it, Tac, said Nick.

So thanks to a mutual understanding of one another(as well as the power of possession hehe) and respect, a relationship was formed between two different worlds merged into one.

[cooldude27487]

The Meeting

Andrei found himself in yet another painful meeting at work, he had already caused trouble in the past for comparing about how boring the meetings were, so he knew he had to be on his best behaviour so he wouldn’t upset his boss. This was starting to become difficult though, he had bought a new protein powder from a strange website and something wasn’t sitting right in his stomach.

30 minutes go by and the boss still hasn’t gotten to the point of the meeting and Andrei was feeling a lot worse, the room started feeling physically smaller, he felt claustrophobic in his own shirt.

It was only when his giant biceps ripped through his sleeves he realised something was very wrong. He was panicked but tried to stay quiet. There was only 10 minutes left to sit through and nobody was looking up from their notes, he just needed to not draw attention to himself.

Fate had over plans, his now giant body pressed against the people sat next to him and suddenly everyone was looking at him.

His boss shouted “I don’t know what sort of weird prank you’re pulling here Andrei, but this is the last straw. GET OUT”. Andrei barely noticed this though, he was putting all his energy into resisting the muscle growth.

When we walked out the office and admired his new body he realised that maybe he didn’t need this job after all. Perhaps some more of that protein powder would get him a new career…

[jockdumboy]

yo like uh hey bros n uh all u normie dudes still stuck in ur smart lil heads out there whats good haha 💪😵‍💫

u wanna start gettin retardid like me here’s exactly what u gotta do evry single day no excuses 24/7 365 like i said before this aint a kink its a whole lifestyle bruh

first get rid of all the smart crap that feeds ur head info. delete every news app, unfollow all politics n science n whatever normie shit u follow. no more podcasts, no youtube vids that teach u stuff, no readin articles. like poof gone.

then fix ur algorithm right now. only follow dumb jock stuff: gym bros liftin, bodybuildin tips, football highlights, hot guys n girls flexin n partyin, whatever ur into. scroll instagram n tiktok for hours till ur feed is nothin but gains, asses, abs n hype music. that’s it.

while ur in the middle of doin ANYTHING pull ur phone out n scroll. like cookin? scroll. studyin? scroll. takin a shit? scroll. waitin in line? scroll. u gotta train ur brain to never focus for more than 10 seconds.

every time u feel a smart thought comin just open tiktok n let it melt away. do this nonstop n ur attention span will be completely destroyed in like a week. head empty, no thoughts, just vibes n gains n horny shit.

blast dumb jock hypnoes or goon audios in ur ears when u can. even during gym time.

edge for hours to porn instead of quick nuttin

play super simple phone games n just tap mindlessly for hours

repeat dumb mantras out loud like “head empty muscles big” when a smart thought pops up

only talk in short bro sentences n use tons of uhh n like n never read anything longer than a caption

do this shit every day n ur attention span gets completely destroyed in like a week. head empty no thoughts just vibes n gains n horny shit.

[misctf]

Be-PrEP-ared

"How much longer is this gonna take?" Ethan shifted, pretending to look interested. He had an exam coming up and a hundred places he’d rather be, but the man across from him only grew more animated by the second.

"So we came up with our slogan, 'Be PrEPared.'" The man practically beamed. "The boys in marketing really outdid themselves, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Ethan caught his mind wandering and forced a smile. "I'm happy to be involved. I think population health is undervalued."

"Preach, babe." The man snapped his fingers.

Ethan grinned internally. The guy was eating out of his hand, and Ethan knew it wasn't just his answers. From the tone to blatantly checking him out, this guy fit every gay stereotype Ethan knew. What could he say? The gays loved him.

"But enough about me," the man laughed, leaning forward. "Tell me about you, hun. Why join our campaign?"

Ethan’s smile widened. He could tell the truth: he didn't give a shit about population health. He wanted a cushy specialty, and residency directors liked well-rounded resumes.

"Well, I think this is a great opportunity to support..." Ethan trailed off as the man raised a skeptical eyebrow. "...support marginalized groups. Happy to help de-stigmatize this stuff."

The man stared, then broke into a grin. "Oh my God, you're adorable."

Ethan let out an awkward chuckle. "That's a first." When the silence stretched into uncomfortable territory, he leaned in. "Look, I'd be good at this. Promise you won't regret bringing me on board."

The man tapped a finger against his chin. "Hmmm..." Really? Had this guy even looked at his résumé? This wasn't exactly a difficult decision, "Who would you prescribe PrEP to?" He finally asked.

"Uh…" Ethan wasn't expecting that. "Guys who sleep around, I guess." He paused, catching himself. "You know what I mean. Gay guys. Men who have sex with men."

"And would you use PrEP?"

"Uh, no." The answer shot out too quickly. The man’s eyebrow climbed, "I mean, I'm not the target demographic," Ethan corrected with a nervous laugh. "Nothing against it, but I'm not looking for sex with other men."

The man studied him for a beat, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, Ethan, I think we're gonna get along just fine."

"So that's a yes?"

"Oh, babe. That's absolutely a yes."

The tension left Ethan's shoulders. Perfect. One more line for the application. "Awesome. I appreciate the opportunity."

"We're excited to have you." The man reached beneath his desk and pulled out a small BePRePared tote bag. "Take this, hun."

"What's in it?"

"Everything you'll need for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

The man's grin somehow widened. "Don't you worry. We'll be in touch."

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"That took longer than I thought." Ethan returned to his apartment, tossed the BePRePared tote bag onto the couch, and sat at his desk to study, "Fuck, I'm behind."

He stared at his digital flashcards, trying to prepare his best for his upcoming exam. But the text blurred. He blinked and stared at the card.

"What the hell?" He knew the answer to this, or at least he did yesterday. A suffocating brain fog rolled over him, as a dull ache started behind his eyes. His mind went completely blank, "Am I getting sick?"

Shoving himself away from the desk, he ran his hands through his hair. His neat trim felt dense, curling thickly between his fingers. He paused and ran his hand through his hair again, slower this time.

"How...?" Suddenly, the room tilted and sweat broke out across Ethan’s forehead, his joints throbbed, "Shit..." He couldn't afford to get sick, not when he had his first gig with BePrEPared tomorrow. The thought made him stop, "What am I thinking? Must be the fever... fucking with my head... Need water..."

He stumbled toward the kitchen and reached for a glass, barely noticing the fabric of his sleeve straining against his growing bicep. He quickly chugged his water, and froze when he wiped his chin. There was thick, rough stubble there. As if he hadn't shaved in a week.

"Fevers can... cause... hallucinations." He reasoned, although his thoughts were coming slower now, "Need... sleep..."

The room spun and his temperature spiked as he stumbled over towards the couch. He weakly pulled his scrub top off and threw it aside, his palms brushing through the thick, dark mat of body hair sprouting across his chest. But he barely recognized any of this, as his vision blurred and body grew weaker. He grabbed the tote bag on the couch and dropped it to the ground, the contents spilling out.

"What the fuck is this?" Ethan muttered, his voice dropping an octave, settling deeper. He felt a surge of irritation. This was a joke. They couldn't be serious. He was a medical student, for God's sake, not a...

Yet, as he stared at the blue speedo, his mind drifted to thinking about the happy, muscular campaign ambassadors he remembered seeing on the website. No exams. No residency stress. Just having fun and being noticed.

"Must be nice..." He fell onto the couch, and wiped sweat away from his forehead, "Fuck..." He smiled weakly, "I bet I’d look good in that Speedo." he thought.

He blinked, horrified by his own thought. Where had that come from? He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but the movement only triggered a vicious wave of nausea.

"This isn't… a normal virus," he muttered. The words felt clumsy on his tongue, "Something's... wrong... with me..."

Ethan's hands drifted across his torso, tangling in the growing, dense dark body hair that was spreading now across his stomach. Beneath the coarse mat, his pectorals had swollen into heavy, solid shelves of muscle, hard and burning to the touch. He squeezed his own chest, a delirious, breathless laugh escaping him as his thumb traced over a newly sensitive, hyper-reactive nipple. He pinched it, and a sharp, slutty jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to his groin.

"Fuck," Ethan groaned, "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

The room was spinning now and he was starting to see things that he knew shouldn't be there. He saw Joshua, sitting and smirking in the corner of the room.

"You're... not here." He slurred, "Leave me... alone..."

He closed his eyes tightly, and the hallucination of Joshua blurred and shifted. He was suddenly surrounded by nameless men crowding over the couch. He could feel them. Their heavy, rugged palms gripping his broadened shoulders, rough fingers digging greedily into his newly full, heavy ass, squeezing his thickening muscles. With a grunt, he flipped onto his stomach, and arched his ass.

"Ah... fuck..." Ethan groaned, drool leaking from his mouth. He whimpered as he felt something press against his exposed hole, "Pl...Please..."

His hand slithered past the tight elastic of his boxers, wrapping around a cock that was longer, thicker, and harder than it had ever been. He began to pump it in a frantic, heavy rhythm, his muscular thighs flexing with every stroke. He didn't care about the exam. He didn't care about residency. He just wanted to be a dumb, hot object. He wanted to be used.

“Would you use PrEP, babe?” Joshua’s voice echoed in his head.

"Wh-why... would... I?" Ethan moaned, "I'm... not... Oh... fuck..." He gagged suddenly as he felt the heavy pressure of a thick cock pushing deep into his throat, stretching his jaw and cutting off his breath, while another massive, rigid shaft slammed brutally up his ass, "Th... this isn't... real..." He thought, even as his jaw ached.

Every thrust of the thick, veiny shaft plugging his throat made his eyes water as he gagged. Simultaneously, he felt his ass being stretched wider as the skin-on-skin pounding drove his lower body forward, burying his face deeper into the cushions with each wet, heavy slap.

“What’s the doctor word for... not breathing?” he tried to ask himself, “Can't... think of it. Mind... fuzzy. So heavy.”

The ambient hum of his laptop fan and the quiet of the night vanished, completely replaced by a deep, thumping electronic base that vibrated directly through the cushions beneath his chest. His brain couldn't quite process the switch. Even the clinical definitions of auditory hallucinations felt too distant, too complicated to grasp.

“Music?” Ethan thought, his cognitive processing slowing to a crawl. “Music... nice... feels good...”

Even the scent of the room was suddenly different. A thick, heavy cloud of cologne, raw male sweat, and latex filled his lungs with every desperate, choking gasp.

“Smells... good,” the simple thought drifted lazily through his mind, “Warm. Thick. Smells like... men. Sex."

He let out a choked gasp as the cock went deeper down his throat. Panicking with what little logical faculty he had left, Ethan whipped his hands upward, fully intending to push away whatever hallucination was blocking his airway and clamping his jaw open.

“Get it out... need to study... am a doctor...”

But instead of empty air, his palms connected firmly with hot, sweaty flesh. The solid, moving hips of a man rhythmically thrusting down his throat.

“No... Wha...? Not a dream? Real. Big. So big. In my mouth. Up my ass.”

He reached out desperately, trying to find leverage, but instead his thicker palms and fingers clamped directly around two pulsing, rigid cocks. His broadened shoulders flexed automatically as his palms wrapped tight, his fingers squeezing the thick shafts as he began to stroke them in a frantic, heavy rhythm. His body knew exactly what to do, even if his brain could no longer define it.

“Stroke them... make them feel good,” his dumbed-down thoughts hummed, completely content to abandon his studies. “Good boy. Do what they want. Just a hot object.”

The thumping music grew louder, accompanied by the rapid, rhythmic click-whir of a professional camera shutter and deep, masculine groans of approval close to his ears.

"Look at him take it," a deep, gravelly voice chuckled right above him. "The new guy's an absolute natural."

Flash. Flash.

An intense, blinding glare of white-hot light penetrated right through his closed eyelids. The searing heat radiating against his skin wasn't a fever spike anymore; it was the burning warmth of professional studio lighting hanging directly overhead.

Ethan’s eyes snapped open.

He wasn't in his apartment. No, he was pinned face-down on a leather sofa in the center of a roaring photography studio. He could see his reflection in a mirror. Bulkier, hairier... sexier... sporting a toy stethoscope over his hair-covered chest and a tiny blue Speedo that was completely soaked through.

"Oh my gawd..." He thought, eyes watering.

A tall, rugged model stood over him, holding Ethan's face up by a tight fist in his thick, curly hair as he slid deep into Ethan’s throat. Behind him, a massive, tatted model was burying himself ruthlessly into Ethan’s expanded, aching glutes, slamming his hips forward with a heavy, wet slap. To his left and right, two more models leaned over the couch, grinning down at him as Ethan’s large, rough hands rapidly pumped them.

"Fuck... where'd you find this guy?"

Ethan's eyes were wide now, but the panic he expected to feel never came. His mind was too beautifully empty, too saturated with testosterone and pleasure. Board scores, residency applications, the endless stress of his old life...

“I’m the PrEP boy,” his thoughts drifted, “Dumb... hot... please... use me.”

"Keep going, hun, you're doing amazing," Joshua called out over the music, gesturing to the lens. "So, let's hear it for the campaign! Would you use PrEP?"

The thick cock down his throat pulled out with a wet pop, a line of drool running down his heavy, stubbled chin. He looked straight into the camera lens, his mind completely wiped of medical terminology. None of that mattered anymore. He was a BePRePared model. He was beautiful, he was being used, and he loved it.

"Y-Yes..." Ethan gasped out, his voice a deep, thoroughly broken baritone. His hips gave a desperate, simple twitch against the man behind him. "Yes... God, yes..."

The photographer grinned, clicking the shutter rapidly. "Perfect! That's the money shot!"

With a final, shattering surge of friction, the man behind him buried himself to the hilt, releasing deep inside him. Simultaneously, the model in front of him painted Ethan's face and thick, hairy chest, while the two men in his hands blew their loads over his fingers. And Ethan's own massive, leaking cock throbbed and fired a heavy stream into his tight, blue speedo.

"So good..." He moaned, falling back onto the couch and looking up at the other models with a dumb, happy grin, "More…?" he slurred, a thick bead of drool tracking down his chin and mixing with the man's seed. "More… please… use me more…"

"Don't you worry." Joshua patted him on the shoulder, while the other models chuckled, "You're our star now, Ethan. We've got plenty of work lined up for you." He nodded over at the photographer.

"Next shoot is in twenty minutes, boys," the photographer called out, adjusting his lens with a grin. "Clean him up just enough to do it all over again."