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[thirsty-lakedream]

The Best Work Uniform

I've had my fair share of crappy work uniforms. When I worked at the corndog stand at the mall, they made me wear a lame striped shirt with a matching dorky hat. My last job as a server, they made everyone wear a giant sparkly name tag that lit up in bright letters. And the worst of them all was when I had to dress up as the giant dancing rat as a pizza place's mascot to entertain the customers. But unlike all of those, I very much enjoy my new job's uniform. Honestly its the best part of the job.

When I got hired at Alphalete, I didn't think I'd really fit into the culture. The gym was full of heavily muscled bros who looked like they work out for a living. Not only were the customers all jacked, but the employees themselves were an army of Spartan soldiers, looking ready for combat with their chiseled bodies. Honestly, while I was being interviewed, I had to put all my focus on the job ahead to not get distracted by the interviewer's massive set pecs poking from his collared shirt. So much more different than my more slender, untoned body. Compared to them, I was a stick with no muscles that could break with the slightest push. Even though I was sure I bombed it, the next day I got the call and the job was mine.

Going in on my first day, I had no idea what was in store. They told me to wear 'casual clothing' cause a uniform would be provided. When I arrived, a man similar to my physiche was there waiting for me. His messy brown hair and the way it looked like the shirt he was wearing was two sizes too large gave me a breath of relief; not everyone who worked here was some muscled adonis. He greeted me like we had met, but I had never seen his face before. Still, he asked me to follow him to the back, where he would show me my uniform.

"Today, we have you on a probationary period as you get used to the training and services we offer. Your job is to give simple guidance to the folks here, offer spotting, and familiarize yourself with the facilities." As he led me through the area accessible only to employees, I pondered how I would be able to help anyone lifting weights that were probably heavier than me. We finally arrived at a door labeled uniforms, and as I followed him inside, I was shocked to find walls of racks, hang upon them were what looked like naked heavy-set muscled bodies.

I was about to run away in terror when the guy next to me smiled, "No need to fret, they are not real people or anything! These are just the company-issued uniforms." It took me a moment to calm down and hear him out. Apparently, the secret of this gym is that not all the trainers and instructors who work here are strong in the traditional sense. As a motivator for the customers to reach their goals, all the employees wore these high-tech silicone bodysuits built with strength enhancers. That way, the gym can hire anyone regardless of body limitations, and the customers are more motivated to return. As he was saying that, the person demonstrated slipping on the suit and accompanying handsome mask, turning into the buff interviewer I had met before! His shirt now fit his new body, hugging the chest with his pepperoni-nipples poking through the fabric.

He pointed towards someone sitting passively on a chair. From his blank stare at the wall and lack of movement, I concluded that this was another uniform. "Here, this suit has just come in, just like you! Standard issue trainer body. Should allow you to perform all the tasks you need for your first day."

As I stared at the handsome man waiting for me to arrive, the red 'Alphalete' shirt and Under Armour compression pants barely containing the shredded muscles underneath, I couldn't help but smile hungrily. This, for sure, would be the Best Work Uniform I've ever gotten to wear.

(Part 1, might continue if you guys enjoy)

[transformhim]

Fest Prep

(GrowingGuys redux)

———

“How about this one?” Lauren asked in her new deep voice as her body made the final changes into Christian.

“Well,” started Georgia slowly, “I mean, Christian’s fine, but not fine. You know? If we’re going through with this, we’re going all the way.”

“Whatever,” Lauren sighed as she took off Christian’s gym shorts. Her body quickly shortened, muscles disappeared, groin contracted, hair lengthened, and breasts/bum inflated back to normalcy. Sighing she added, “Just more time for trying on jock clothes. I’ll never get used to this. Love it!”

Two days ago, Lauren and Georgia had an issue. There was a music festival coming near where they lived. All of their favorite bands would be there, there would be camping, plenty of time for them to experiment with drugs, but each of their parents had said no. They said that kind of environment wasn’t safe for two girls to go alone; you never know what kind of creep might be lurking in the crowd. They each protested, reminding their parents that they were both over 18 and no longer in school, but their parents pulled some ‘my house, my rules’ bullshit. As much as they hated it, Lauren and Georgia knew that they were right; most guys have no clue how to keep it in their pants when they see a female. But Georgia had a solution. She had begun reading online about some body morphing spells that could be advantageous for her and Lauren, you just needed a personal item from one person and chant some words into it then use it. Lauren and Georgia devised a plan to tell each of their parents that they would be staying at each other’s houses during the weekend of the festival, but they wouldn’t be there. Now, Lauren and Georgia were in the boy’s locker room at the local community college, trying on different players for size as different teams were on the courts or on the fields practicing.

———

Georgia found Malcolm’s locker and felt a rush within her. He was so hot, so fucking macho. She eagerly stripped all of her clothes and whispered the chant into his sweaty briefs and sweatpants and put them on. Instantly, she grew a foot and a half while her torso and shoulders broadened and new genitalia began to fill in the boxers, making them much tighter than they initially were. She, or rather he at this point, began grunting in a deeper and deeper tone as muscles began to inflate and expand from all areas of the body, while her breasts flattened and hardened against her chest. Finally, her body gained more hair than she ever had and the hair on her head shrunk down. She felt a tingle as tattoos appeared all down her arm.

After all of the changes, she looked at herself in the mirror, feeling all of the new mounds of muscle, squeezing her pecs where her breasts used to be. “Aw, fuckin ay, man,” she exclaimed in a new gravely deep voice. She noticed Lauren had stripped down, preparing to don a pair of Alex’s gym shorts. She felt her new cock begin to swell in the briefs and she reached down to cup her growing set. What the fuck, was she getting turned on by her best friend? Whatever, can’t argue with biology. She turned to walk towards Lauren, slowly starting to stroke her new member over Malcolm’s sweats, when Lauren pulled up the gym shorts. She arched her back and moaned as all of the changes took place. Georgia felt like she should be turned on by the spectacle of Lauren’s transformation, but she felt her cock losing its stiffness when Lauren settled into her new masculinity, feeling up her new muscles.

She looked up and saw Georgia/Malcolm with his hands on his crotch. “Hey, what the hell man!” said Lauren in Alex’s familiar Southern accent. Georgia realized that she still had her hands down Malcolm’s pants at this point, gripping her now flaccid member.

“Ease up, bro. I was turned on a moment ago by, uh… by you.”

“The fuck, Georgia?”

“I’m guessing it’s a straight thing! I don’t know!”

“Y’all saying Malcolm’s attracted to me?” Lauren asked excitedly as she exhaled loudly and threw a meaty arm into the air. “Fuckin’ right! As soon as we’re done with this body borrowing, I’m getting that dick. Lemme see it, just a sneak peak?”

Georgia grinned and lowered the sweats and underwear to expose the massive meat hanging between her legs. Lauren shuddered and giggled excitedly.

Georgia considered something for a moment. “What if we could fool around at the concert?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, technically you and me will not be… you and me… at the concert,” she began trailing off.

“So?”

“So you said we’re going all out for an opportunity like this, so why not go ALL out, all out?”

“You mean like… fool around?”

“Exactly.”

Lauren considered the possibility for a moment. “Well, I’m not really into you right now, but…”

“You mean to tell me you don’t think there aren’t a couple of gay guys on the team?”

Lauren paused, “Good point.”

Lauren and Georgia disrobed and began searching for more clothes when they heard the gym doors opening with a crowd coming in. Knowing it was the football team coming back from practice, Lauren and Georgia panicked and grabbed four random pieces of clothing from the nearest lockers and ran out. They then ran out to Georgia’s car and sped away.

———

As they were driving through the country road on the way to Georgia’s house, Lauren began talking off her clothes and reached in the back of the car, bringing out a pair of jean shorts.

“What the hell are you doing?” Georgia asked.

“What? I’m addicted to the rush, I guess. Eyes on the road.”

Georgia rolled her eyes as Lauren pulled up the jean shorts, arching her back as her body underwent impressive changes. Lauren quickly shifted to Lorenzo, the exchange student on the soccer team, and put on her sunglasses and looked over at Georgia.

“Piace quello che vdei?” Lauren asked, in a smooth Italian accent, shocked and laughing at what she heard. She pointed at her mouth excitedly, “Posso parlare Italiano!”

“Nice, Lauren, grabbing the one exchange student’s shorts.”

“Andare a farsi fottere, Georgia.” Lauren replied. She disrobed, changing back to Lauren in a matter of seconds, and laughed, “Oh, come on, the Italian was sexy.”

“Whatever, just put on some clothes, we’re nearly to my place.”

Lauren obeyed as they drove into Georgia’s driveway. Georgia’s parents were out of town on an anniversary trip, so they had as much time as they needed. They arrived at Georgia’s house and hurried into her room.

Georgia wasted no time. She grabbed a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top, stripped off all of her clothes, and whispered the chant into each of them. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” she said as she pulled on the pants and pulled the shirt down over her head.

Because the girls had been going through this all day, the changes were very quick. Georgia was thrown back onto the furniture behind her due to the size and weight of the muscles growing on her body, while every one of her features broadened and became more masculine, and her body bulged in every direction until she was the mirror image of Cole. She groaned in a deep voice as new genitalia snaked out between her legs in the yoga shorts, immediately leaking pre. “I’ll never get used to that,” she added. Finally, her arms exploded in muscle. She laughed and flexed them for Lauren. Cole indeed had sizable, impressive arms for his size.

“How about it?” she asked Lauren in a deep slur.

Lauren was indeed turned on but she decided to save face, “It’s ok. Cole is a hunk, no doubt, but he’s just too… I don’t know, earthy? All of that yoga and spiritualism shit is cute but mixed with his dynamite physique it’s a little confusing.”

“Nuh uh! He’s great, and at least he can speak fucking English!”

“Oh, come on, Alonzo made up for it with his looks. Here’s the real test,” Georgia added as she purposefully showed off her cleavage to Georgia as Cole.

Georgia sat watching, “What? What’s the deal… Ooooh—am I turned on? … Uh, nah, I’m not getting anything,” she reached inside of Cole’s waistband and jostled his junk around a bit, even reaching out to squeeze one of Lauren’s tits, “Nope, nothing.”

“Well, at least we’re getting warmer. I’m going next.”

“I’m keeping Cole, though. I’ll find someone else who wouldn’t mind swallowing this rod.”

“Look, he’s cute, I won’t argue that! I just think you could do better,” Lauren suggested as she picked up one of the briefs left and whispered the chant into it.

Lauren pulled on the briefs and underwent a change with an intensity that neither of them had ever seen. The briefs immediately filled out in the groin and ass, looking bit too tight for her torso. Her whole body writhed and broadened and every inch of her seemed to erupt in muscle as her face and jaw squared out with fresh stubble. All of her features darkened and became more masculine and she stood up as the mirror image of Clark, the tight end of the team.

Georgia/Cole was adjusting her new groin, incredibly turned on. Lauren noticed Georgia gripping her stiff member and felt her own ride up in response. She pointed down at her new cock and spoke in a booming baritone, “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about. THIS is what we’re looking for! Whip that thing out bro!”

Georgia, driven by lust, pulled out Cole’s thick cock and started beating it while Lauren whipped Clark’s meat out and started jacking it, too, with animalistic ferocity. Lauren/Clark approached Georgia/Cole, meat in hand, and started groping his massive arms and chest, bucking her hips intensely against Cole’s front, as Cole leaned in and made out with Clark with fiery greediness, bucking his hips against Clark with his meat in hand as well. After about a minute of lust-driven mania, the two gripped onto each other’s shoulders and fired shot after shot of jizz all over each other’s chests and abs. Each of them moaning intensely, they collapsed into one other, leaning against each other and supporting their exhausted bodies on each other’s shoulders, wrapping their beefy arms around each other. In their embrace, their huge muscles grinded against one another, each of their cum mixing with the other, as the two panted holding each other.

Georgia spoke up first, her new sharp chin resting against Clark’s bulging shoulders, “I just didn’t know Clark was gay. Didn’t know Cole was for that matter, but he’s much more surprising.”

“Are you kidding? Clark and Frederick are the biggest obvious closeted couple around.”

Georgia/Cole pushed herself off Clark’s shoulder to look him in the eyes, “Frederick!? The quarterback?”

“Yes sir,” Lauren/Clark answered. Georgia felt weird but aroused for Lauren to address her as ‘sir,’ and she felt her cock fatten up again. “As a matter of fact, I think we might have taken a little something of his.”

Georgia/Cole’s eyes lit up with a look of joy and surprise and they both looked over at the last pair of briefs lying on the floor. Georgia quickly disrobed and spoke the chant into the briefs.

———

Georgia and Lauren, or rather Frederick and Clark, had finally made it to the festival. They both decided to spend their time shirtless because they were never afforded the opportunity as females, and how could you not showcase bodies like this? Both of them quickly understood why hot guys were constantly parading around fests like this with their tops off. As they were setting up their tent on the first day, Clark looked over at Frederick, his back and neck shining with beads of sweat as he bent over setting up the tent.

“Hey,” Clark called.

“Whassup?” Frederick responded, turning to look to Clark.

“We’re keeping the briefs, right?”

“I really don’t know how you could think that we wouldn’t.”

They both laughed as Clark returned to setting up the tent. Frederick looked over, crawled over to Clark, reached under him and lightly gripped his groin, feeling it swell in his hands and whispered, “Tonight, I’m going to make the tight end my tight end.”

Clark, now fully boned up by the comment, let out a shuddering chuckle, “You really couldn’t resist a line like that, could you?”

They both laughed and joined in a passionate kiss, each copping a feel of the other’s ass, and finally made their way to the stages.

[malebodyswap45]

The pendant

I was extremely tired of TJ. The last couple of weeks he had been acting like a real douchebag. I know that he had been flirting with several girls, even though he had been in a long-term relationship with Abi. He bullied the newbies at the gym, his harsh words even make a couple of them to quit. I was growing tired of his new attitude… even tough he was my friend; I could only take so much crap of someone.  Then everything imploded. We were in the locker room, ready to hit the showers, when I noticed that weird pendant hanging from my friend’s neck. “What’s with the jewelry?” I said, however I never expect that he would react in that way. We began to discuss. Things got out of hand, and he was the first one to try to knock me down. As I slowly fall to the floor I moved my hand forward, trying to grab him. I was only able to grab the chain around his neck. I pulled it hard, and it shattered as I hit the ground.

I looked in silence as TJ began to scream in agony. I looked in terror as his muscles quickly loose definition. As he slowly lost several inches in height and his face wrapped into a new form. I was speechless as he transformed into just a teenage boy. I looked at him in awe and then I recognized him. He was TJ’s neighbor. I have seen him only a couple of times, but I always thought that he was a weirdo. The boy starred at me and quickly began to run. I tried to catch him, but he was too fast. I return to the gym completely defeated. Not being able to believe what I just have seen.  Then I saw that weird pendant in the floor. I starred at it a couple of minutes, the chain that hold it somehow has been rebuilt. My interest took the best of me, and I slowly put it over my neck.

It was a surreal experience looking at TJ in the mirror. Still, I have so many questions. Is my friend still alive? Does that boy represents a threat? Who created this pendant? Can it transform its wearer to any other person? I needed to resolve this mystery and help my friend, to return everything back to normal. Then I found TJ’s phone and saw a message with Abi. She was flirting with me, and it was obvious that she was expecting a wild night tonight. I looked at myself in the mirror. I am certain that I would solve all the mysteries surrounding this amulet, but tonight, I just want to experience what it feels to be my best friend.

[verus-veritas]

Witch Washed, Down Minded: Alex Crockford

For birthday boy @henrycavbsc 🎂

Part Two of Witch Washed, Down Minded

You breathed out a sigh of heavy relief. It was just Ben, who had been in the bathroom downstairs. His bedroom was further down the hallway.

“Oh. Hey Dad. I thought it was Henry running around up here…” He adjusted his backpack and frowned at you. “Why are you all wet? He asked.

You tightened the towel around your waist, stood a little straighter, and said “Oh… I just took a quick shower, son.” It was weird hearing Mr. Crockford’s deep voice and accent coming out of your mouth.

Ben frowned still. “ Didn’t we just get home? Were you in there for like only a minute or what?”

“I’m trying to conserve water, and so should you young man.” You replied, trying to role-play your neighbour and a father as much as possible. He looked back at you one more time with narrowed eyes before he slowly closed the door after him. As soon as you heard his footstep disappear and the door to his bedroom close, you quickly took off the towel and patted your chiseled body dry. It felt strange having so much muscles to dry. It was all so firm and still so unfamiliar. You wiped down around your abs, while staring in awe at how they chiseled in the light.

“Oh my god.” You moaned out as you rubbed the fabric against your instantly enlarged member. You could really feel the weight and girth of it, and that honestly only turned you on even more. You wiped the rest of your transformed body dry before you dropped the towel on the floor and walked over to the mirror.

“I-I’m really you Mr. Crockford. I’m Alex Crockford…” You grabbed a big handful of your athletic butt with both hands and looked down in awe at your beautiful girth. Not being able to stop you began thrusting your hips forward, watching as the veiny enormous manhood bounced up and down against your abs. The sight was too much for you, so you put your rugged hands around it and grasped hard. The pleasure that immediately coursed through you caused your abs to tense up. Load after load of hot Crockford batter erupted from your cock, spewing onto the mirror and your new handsome reflection.

“Fuck. That was amazing…” You said as you released the grasp around the manhood, leaving it still somewhat semi-hard.

You groaned as you saw the sight of yourself in the bedroom mirror. The handsome face of Alex Crockford stared back at you, his broad shoulders and pecs still slightly damp from the shower earlier, and his large hands and crotch area now covered with wet dripping semen. You looked over your shoulder into the mirror at his nicely shaped ass and gasped in amazement.

“I could really get used to this…” You admitted out loud that you were actually starting to enjoy this. Of constantly being in control of this gorgeous body and its amazing physique.

You saw the real Alex Crockford out the back window sitting in a chair reading a book in the shade. Good thing you hadn’t run into him yet.

You turned back towards the mirror and froze for a second. You just thought back on all that you had just done. You’ve not only jerked yourself off in the mirror while pretending to be your neighbour, but you’ve also tricked his son into thinking you were actually his father… You gulped. What was wrong with you. It was a bit odd, but you had to admit that a part of you was loving all of this. You always thought that stealing someone else’s identity was a very bad thing, but damn if all these sensations weren’t making you feel utterly amazing. No matter how you reasoned you couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was how you were always meant to be.

It was just too bad that tomorrow you would have to leave for college. There was still so many things you wanted to try out with Alex’s physically perfect body…

Wait. You couldn’t go back home or to college like this. You were going to need to use your magically washed clothes, but then again there was no way you could possibly make sure to always wear your own clothes lest you turned back into your ripped neighbour… “Think Henry, think… Wait! I’m not Henry anymore. I’m Alex. I just need Mr. Crockford to become me and I can do whatever I want with this body!”

You grinned wickedly. No more being weak and out of shape. No more being looked down on. No more being a nobody. You would be famous, handsome, and absolutely ripped. You would have everything that Alex Crockford had!

That was a splendid idea. All you had to do was trick your neighbour into wearing your freshly washed clothes and then get him to drink the Witch Wash, thus turning his default form into your original one.

Wait. Only… you didn’t know anything about Mr Crockford’s life, his bank account number, his birth date, or how to talk with his son Ben. You didn’t even know how to properly work out or coach other people. And of course your neighbour didn’t know anything about your classes nor friends. The consequences might be disastrous…

You then thought about the company who made the Witch Wash. Maybe they had a site with other products that could be useful. You slowly peeked out the window. Your neighbour was still sitting in the backyard reading, which gave you time to look around.

First thing first: the Witch Wash. You quietly tip-toed downstairs and found the detergent. Turning it around, under the natural ingredients and non-toxic labels, there was a small phrase: “Do you want to try some of our other Life-Changing Products? Just search for them on World Wide Witch Web!”

“World Wide Witch Web?” Seriously? You frowned. Well you decided to give it a try anyways. You picked up your phone from the counter and hid yourself inside a nearby closet. As you opened your browser and entered the website, it turned out to just be a plain black screen with a search bar that said “For Non-Magical Users” underneath it. You decided to not pry too much about it and punched in “Witch Wash” in the search bar. A bunch of search results appeared on the screen, so you decided to press on the one that looked the most promising: “Everything you need to change your life!” Clicking on it brought you to a vendor page. It seemed like a pretty normal website, but with the descriptions of the products being very odd. You even found the Witch Wash with its’ blinking slogan: “The wash for your clothes that will give you a total make-over!” You chuckled, it really did.

You decided to search for something more useful, so you clicked on “Product Search” and wrote Memory. A bunch of products appeared on the website, but only one of them immediately caught your attention. It looked like two skin/brownish swim caps attached together by a morbid hose, with the description: “Painful memories you want to give to someone you hate? Important memories you have forgotten and want to recover? Search no more! The Down Minder is what you are looking for! Now comes with an App for your phone to operate. Just put the caps on yourself and the other person and then use the App. Push the buttons and let the magic do the rest. Now with even more padding and reprogramming functions like-” You didn’t need to read more to know that this was exactly what you were after. You put the Down Minder in the shopping basket.

The second problem was to find something to put your neighbour to sleep. There was no way he would want to put on the Down Minder just like that and let it run its full course.

“Hmm… let’s see… something for sleeping.” you murmured in Alex’s voice. You adjusted your position slightly, causing you to look down for a quick second. Your neighbour’s perfect pecs, well your pecs now, shone beautifully from the phone light. For the longest time that aspect had always been your favourite part of your neighbour… that is until you saw all that he hid underneath. As before, you almost thought about groping yourself but managed to maintain your cool. At least for now.

Among various items to help someone with sleep disorders you finally found the perfect item you were looking for: “Poppy Powder - Do you want to prank some of your friends? Just blow the Poppy Powder on their faces and watch as they fall asleep. Immediate results! Induced sleep may last for two hours. Can cause effects of nausea, headache, amnesia-” Into the basket it went.

Making sure you had everything you pushed the button to process your order. The sight of the total cost caused you to almost jump out of the closet. It was basically everything you had on your saving accounts. Every cent you had ever saved for your new console. You hesitated for a brief minute, until you realized how stupid you were. If everything went smoothly you would have full access to Mr. Crockford’s bank account. You could take out and use however much money you wanted, since it would be your money.

With a grin on your face you wrote down the information and put in your neighbour’s address instead. You could even specifically tell them where you would like it to be delivered so you wrote: “Upstairs, second window to the right.” The moment you clicked accept and the order was confirmed, you heard a loud knock outside the specified window. Poking your head out you saw a small drone hovering outside with a package. You were amazed at how fast they worked. But at this point there wasn’t much that could surprise you. You quickly grabbed the package and closed the window, before the drone flew away.

As you were about to open the package, you suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door.

“Dad, what was that sound?” Ben peeked inside, seemingly surprised.

“Oh. Just dropped some weight on the floor.” You cleared your throat, still feeling slightly unfamiliar with using Alex’s voice.

“Oookay… Well, I’mma head out and meet some of my friend. Is it okay if I take the car? I promise it won’t be scratched like last time. Please.” Ben frowned at you at first, but immediately shifted into pleading with some puppy eyes.

“Uh… yeah sure. Just… be safe…?” You had no idea how to really answer that, so settled with the easiest choice. Not only that, it would leave you alone with Mr. Crockford which was perfect for your plan.

“Thanks dad, you’re the best!” Ben said, showing you a big toothy grin before leaving with an affirming nod. You heard his footsteps down the stairs and then the engine of the car turning on and leaving the driveway.

Finally, you could go back to work. You turned back and opened the package, finding inside a sealed pouch with the “Poppy Powder” written on it and a bigger box with the Down Minder inside. It was really odd, like it seemed to almost be made out of real skin, and the inside of the caps had some sort of glue or sticky texture applied to it. There was also a small piece of paper with a link on how to download the never before heard App. You managed to quickly install it on your phone just as you heard Mr. Crockford call out.

“Ben?! Did you take the car without my permission?” He yelled out, with an irritated tone in his voice. It was the first time you had ever heard your friendly neighbour like that, and it honestly scared you a bit.

You froze for a second, before realizing this was your opportunity. Opening the pouch with the Poppy Powder, you took a handful of it in your palm and gave it a slight sniff. You immediately felt drowsy.

Trying to disguise your voice and making it sound slightly more like Ben’s, you shouted down the stairs: “Dad, I think it was Henry! Can you come upstairs for a moment. I think he left some kind of letter in your room.”

“Ben? Your voice seems strange, did you catch a cold?” You could hear your neighbour ask, as he hurriedly began climbing up the stairs.

It was now or never. You grasped the powder in your hand and hid behind the door. Seconds went by as your heart pumped vigorously inside your new bigger chest. Your neighbour’s silhouette finally appeared inside the room. You slammed the door behind him, causing Alex to turn and stare at you in shock and bewilderment.

“Y-You’re me!” He stammered.

You didn’t waste any time and blew the powder on his face. He closed his eyes for a second, then a wide smile appeared on his face, before his eyes rolled back. He started staggering forwards before face-planting straight onto the floor, giving the floorboards a loud shake with his heavy body.

“Wow… This thing should be on the market.” You say amusingly, before looking down at your handsome neighbour. “I sure hope he didn’t hurt his head though. I’m going to need that.” You think while scratching your head.

Time to get to work. You picked up the Down Minder and gently inserted one cap over his head, carefully making sure it fit right. You then adjusted the other one on your head, realizing they felt really tight around your head. After finishing the preparations you started the App. Some bright green text with “Secured” appeared on the screen, with a big button underneath it. You clicked on it, and as soon as you did a sort of vacuum pressure built on top of your head. It was so tight, and almost felt like someone was pulling your hair off. Then the screen began blinking a few times:

“Subject 1: Alex Crockford. Subject 2: Alex Crockford.” You smiled. Nice. Not even the App could distinguish you from your neighbour. You clicked on the Subject 1 and some folders began to appear on the screen. “Childhood, College, Marriage, Family, Career, Working Out”. It was safe to assume that Subject 1 was your neighbour. So that meant you were Subject 2. You scrolled through the options that appeared underneath Mr. Crockford’s files: “Transfer, Modify, Destroy”.

You decide to go with “Transfer”. And from Subject 1 to Subject 2. A pop-up then appeared asking: “Select a Memory File, or Download all?”

You thought about your options for a second before realizing you didn’t have any time to waste. Who knew when Ben would be back or Alex woke up? So you immediately mashed the “Download all” button, completely ignoring the warning pop-up that appeared for a brief second.

Nothing appeared to be happening at first, so you began wondering if this thing really worked. That’s when you noticed that the cap on your neighbour’s head had begun making a sort of “sucking” motion, like a plunger. It even sounded the same as one.

“What the…” You managed to say out, when this sudden pressure began on top of your scalp, like something was being forcefully pushed into your head. There was a flash inside your head and for a moment you saw a memory of Mr. Crockford’s face looking at you and blowing some powder on your face. Another flash and now you’re in the backyard reading a fitness magazine that you recently bought. A third flash and you’re organizing the groceries in the kitchen and checking your diet plan.

“Holy shit… It’s working!” You exclaimed loudly. You were actually downloading all of Alex Crockford’s memories! For every second that passed, the contractions began to pull and push stronger on both yours and your neighbour’s head. Another flash again and you’re on the sofa laughing with Ben and eating some low-calorie ice-cream with him. A second flash and you’re sulking on your bed thinking about your wife that passed away. You had really underestimated how much memories were being transferred into your mind as every single moment of Mr. Crockford’s life were pouring straight into your head.

“Jesus.. this is way too much for me to take in, in one single session… ” You immediately regretted your choice. At this point your whole body began shaking as the caps continuously sucked out your neighbour’s memories and dumped them inside your head. Now you’re on your wife’s funeral, you’re moving in to this house together, you’re in the hospital watching her give birth to Ben, you’re rigorously working out and bulking up like crazy.

“I d-don’t know if I can… go on…” You feel yourself weak and losing control over your own body, which caused you to stumbled back and land on your ass. Using your meaty hands you tried desperately to grab and remove the pressuring cap around your head, but to no avail. “S-stop… it’s… too much… ugh…” You managed to groan before your eyes rolled back.

You’re in college where you finally become your own person, then in high school where you miserably joined a clique, then middle school when you were bullied for being small and weak. Scenes of your childhood with your mother and father flashes before your eyes. You had to take long deep breaths between each group of memories, as you watched yours and Alex’s body shake vigorously during the whole process.

And then it stopped.

“Woah… that was one hell of a trip.” You could finally breathe normally again. That was it. You now possessed all of Alex Crockford’s memories. Every single moment of his life, all in your head. Weirdest part was seeing them all from his eyes, and feeling his emotions during those specific moments. It was totally crazy… and pretty amazing.

A beeping sound came from your phone saying “Transfer Complete.” But you already knew that. You could easily pull out his bank account number, and even tell exactly how many pull-ups he could do in one minute. Only problem was that your head almost felt a little bit too full and heavy. Not weird though since you currently had two whole sets of memories. Thankfully you would fix that soon enough.

“Now then, time to give Alex my memories and a change of clothes!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Carefully removing the caps, you quickly ran back down and recovered some of your washed clothes from the machine. You made sure to grab the Witch Wash as well. As you ran back up though you realized how weak the entire procedure had left you. Thankfully your stronger and more muscular legs helped carry you all the way back into the room. As you entered the bedroom again, your neighbour was still on the floor snoring deeply. It was kind of endearing, but also made you think out loud: “Will I also snore like that from now on?”

Not wasting any time you immediately began undressing your ripped neighbour. Before with your old body, it would have taken a while to lift him up and remove his clothes, but now you could easily lift and turn him around with ease.

You get caught up staring at his limp yet still large member for a few second, as his marvelous nude body was on full display to you. As much as you wanted to touch, squeeze, and taste all that laid out before you, you also knew you didn’t have much time. Instead, you ended up just stroking his cheek and giving his lips a slow sensual smooch, knowing it would probably be the last time he would ever own that face again.

You slowly put your former socks on your neighbour and observed after a few seconds that his feet and ankles were slimming down. When they were small enough you could finally start pulling your old jeans onto him. The entire process was odd. It was like he was deflating, like an air balloon with a small puncture. As soon as you buttoned the jeans up, his once firm ass, hips and waist receded to basically nothing. Also, since you hadn’t put any boxers on him underneath you saw the big lump around his crotch area slowly disappear. The sight of it causing a stir in your nether region, as in a way it felt like you had stolen his crown jewels and put them on yourself.

You did the same with his upper body, pulling over his head one of those ugly jumpers your aunt had given you last Christmas. Like with the jeans, his muscular arms and chest began deflating quickly till they were loose inside the big jumper. A few rubs on his large hands and they too shrunk in size. There was only his head left, but you felt yourself torn over having to lose his handsome face for your former one. You almost contemplated not doing it, until you looked up and saw the mirror across the room. How stupid were you? You could still see his handsome face and beautiful eyes whenever you wanted, because you now had them. They all belonged to you now, and all you needed to do was stand in front of a mirror and and you’d see them reflected back at you. Your Alex Crockford face.

There was no hesitation in you now. You immediately grabbed his head and put one of your old baseball caps onto his head. Slowly but surely his ears, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and finally his mouth morphed into yours. Even his stubble receded and his hair colors darkened. A few more minutes after and your neighbour looked like an identical copy of your former self. Normally it would’ve been bizarre to see yourself laid out on the floor, but since you already had a different set of memories it was almost like you no longer associated yourself with that body anymore.

At last, you opened you old body’s mouth and tilted it slightly backwards, before pouring a spoonful of the Witch Wash down your doppelganger’s throat. A gurgling sound came from his stomach telling you it was done. You had not only turned yourself into Alex Crockford and turned him into your former self, but had done so permanently.

The last step was using the Down Minder again. Slapping the caps in place and turning on the app, you immediately began grinning. It now displayed Subject 1 as Henry Cavanaugh and Subject 2 as Alex Crockford instead. Just to make sure though you clicked on one of the files attached to Subject 2 and saw a few sub folders with things belonging to you, like your professor’s name or your favourite video game. Confirming it was really yours, you selected a few folders and dragged them over to Subject 1. You were going to take it slow this time, by only transferring a few memories at a time. The caps began to pull on your head, and once again it felt like someone was trying to pull on your hair. The process wasn’t painful, just very… bizarre. This time around you were ready for the shaking and “pumping” motion, though you still had to tense most of your muscles and stabilize yourself on the floor.

As the first set of memories were transferred over you felt yourself slightly light-headed, and like there now was a small hole in your memories. You tried to recall your old high school days, like your professor’s name, your classmates, and your favourite school subject. You truly couldn’t remember a thing about it, just a big blank space where it used to be, which was quickly filled out with memories of Alex Crockford’s life instead.

“Phew… that wasn’t as bad. Not that I’m going to need those memories anyway.” You say, slightly winded. You then proceeded to transfer all the memories of your school days, along with your childhood, into your old self. Then came your family and your friends. You were just about to transfer the memories of you interacting with Mr. Crockford and his son Ben… when you suddenly realized doing so would most likely make you lose yourself completely in your neighbour’s memories. “Thank god…”

Instead you choose another option which basically “Copied” the memories over to the unconscious Alex. You spent the next fifteen minutes choosing and selecting which specific memories to completely transfer over and which to only copy. By the end of the session only your core memories and your memories of Mr. Crockford remained. The rest were of the memories which you had transferred over earlier. It was like a hard drive which consisted of 90% Alex Crockford and 10% of your original self. You hoped that were enough to retain your sense of self.

Once the Down Minder had finished vibrating and pumping, and a pop-up on the phone screen showed it was now safe to remove the caps, you were ready to see if everything had worked out. You stashed the Witch Wash, the Down Minder, and the pouch of Poppy Powder into a box and hid it inside the closet of your bedroom. You stopped for a minute to smell the clothes, relishing in that everything inside there now smelled just like you and would fit you perfectly.

That’s when you remembered the Down Minder App on your old phone. You had to delete it. So you took the phone and went out of the room, and while you delete the App from the phone you found Alex’s phone (now yours) on the kitchen counter. Sure enough you easily unlocked the phone using facial recognition, not that it mattered since you already knew the password to it anyway.

Once every evidence of what had occurred for the last 30 minutes was tidied up, you went back to your bedroom to see your former body beginning to come to. You don’t know what came over you but you immediately found yourself running over to help him up.

“Henry! Are you all right?” You put your muscular under his and easily heaved him up from the ground. A weird feeling of worry came over you as you spoke to him.

“Huh, Mr Crockford? Ouch…” The new Henry raised his hand to his head. “My head. It’s like it’s burning from inside…”

“Let me see,” You said, putting your hand on your former self’s forehead. “I don’t see anything. You must’ve hit your head or something.” You told him, while turning his head back and forth to check for any scratches. Even though you knew there weren’t any.

“Huh… I guess…” Henry said, before looking up at you and giving you a very confused look. He then turned away as his cheeks began to blush. “I-I’m fine. I just need a glass of water and maybe to sit down for a while.”

You decided it was your chance to test out how much he truly had become your former self. So you pulled out your phone and looked at him. “I think it’s best if I call your parents. You know their numbers?”

Henry looked up at you again, this time with a slightly less confused look and nodded. He then proceeded to count out your mother’s number… but stopping with the last number because he couldn’t remember if it was a 9 or a 6. Somehow you knew that was the exact same problem you used to have. With a smile on your face you helped him down into the living room and then left for the kitchen to call his mother. After explaining the situation to her she promised she would be home as soon as possible to look out for her son.

“Your mom is on her way, and she’s glad you weren’t seriously hurt or anything. And so am I. Here, drink this.” You told Henry as you walked back into the living with two mugs of water in your hands. You also pulled out your former phone and handed it to him, telling him you found it in the kitchen.

“Thank you Mr. Crockford. I promise you I’m fine.” He told you, before taking a sip of the water. “Is this mineral water of something? It takes kinda… minty.”

“Sort of. I added some supplements into it which helps with dehydration. Hope you don’t mind?” You lied and burped at the same time. Obviously you had added a bit of the Witch Wash into the water that you both drank. You didn’t know how the magical detergent really worked so you had to be sure. After all, you weren’t planning on losing this body and life anytime soon.

“No, it’s great. Thanks for looking out for me, Mr. Crockford.” He said, but quickly found himself blushing as he looked at you.

“Don’t worry about it kid! You know, with how often you come around here it’s almost like your my son.” You found yourself telling him as you reached forward and ruffled his hair. “And call me Alex, okay? You make me sound like an old man ha ha.” Chuckling while patting him on the shoulder, another unfamiliar feeling rose inside of you. You felt yourself concerned over Henry’s health, like your fatherly instincts kicking in. You wanted to take care of him and protect him, even though you knew he could fend for himself perfectly fine. Maybe you had pushed the Down Minder a bit too far… and this was the side effects of absorbing all of Alex’s memories at once…

“T-Thanks Alex! But I really should get going now. Gotta take the laundry back before the others get home.” He suddenly stood up and embraced you in a warm hug. You could tell he was sniffing your shirt and you felt something slightly poking your leg, but you decided not to pay it any mind. He was a young adolescent after all.

“Ok, ok, just go. I already folded them before I found you unconscious so they’re ready to go.” You gave him a few pats on the back before he released you and ran towards the laundry room. “And say hi to your mother from me!”

He turned around briefly to give you a nod before disappearing into the other room, finally leaving you all alone in your new house and new life. You stood there and pondered for a second, while giving your own pecs a few pleasurable squeezes. You were finally free to do whatever you desired, free to experiment with your new body, free to sleep with anyone you wanted.

As Ben had taken the car, you decided to take a trip to the nearby gym and try your new body out. You couldn’t wait to have everyone there drooling at your perfect body, and perhaps find someone in the changing room willing to give you your first test drive. Grabbing a few clothes and your sports bag, you also found your wallet and ID card close by and shoved them all inside the bag. As you walked towards the entrance you stopped briefly in front of the hallway mirror to give yourself a cheeky smile and big bountiful flex.

“Time to start my brand new adventure as Alex Crockford!”

— A few hours later —

You just came back from the gym and had an amazing time there. Gym-goers were gawking at you and fans were asking you for autographs. Also, it was an amazing feeling to be pulling a bunch of weights around with ease and feeling the endorphins coursing through your stronger and more muscular body. Best part though, was when you managed to get a younger hunk to suck you off twice in the showers after having flirted with him during the entire work out. He even gave you his number and made you promise to call him again tonight.

You just came back from the gym and had an amazing time there. Gym-goers were gawking at you and fans were asking you for autographs. Also, it was an amazing feeling to be pulling a bunch of weights around with ease and feeling the endorphins coursing through your stronger and more muscular body. Best part though, was when you managed to get a younger hunk to suck you off twice in the showers after having flirted with him during the entire work out. He even gave you his number and had you promise to call him again tonight.

“Damn young people sure are insatiable…” You unconsciously said out loud, as you walked upstairs to dump the stuff in your bedroom. There was no way you could go for a third time already. You weren’t as young as you used to be, and the years just kept going by faster and faster. It felt like your 38th birthday was just yesterday…

Hold on, you weren’t actually 38. You just have the body of your 38 year old neighbour! And all his memories as well. So many memories…

You groaned and brought a hand up to your head as the weird feeling from earlier today returned. This again? The weird feeling got worse, and you winced as you tried to will it away. For a few minutes it worked as you managed to throw your clothes in the washing machine and walked upstairs to check in on Ben. He was busily finishing some assignments for his classes, so you left him be and headed towards your bedroom.

Suddenly you were being bombarded with memories of meeting yourself. Jarring enough when you still remembered your real self, but even worse was all your remaining Henry memories clashing with them to create a sort of… What would you even call this? Double life experience? It felt like you were two people at once.

The disorientation was back. It was a struggle to walk straight as you stumbled to your room. But it’s also not really your room, it’s Mr. Crockford’s. But you’re Mr. Crockford. But you’re not, not entirely. But you mostly are. But you shouldn’t be. But, but…

The bed brought some relief; standing up was getting more difficult by the second. That ever persistent feeling grew, both in strength and distinctness. It was fuzzy, like you were on a sedative or something. Thoughts turned foggy and hard to grasp. Memories shoved them aside. Your neighbour’s memories of yourself barraged you once more. Helping yourself, looking at yourself, talking with Ben about yourself, feeling protective about yourself, everything. Everything.

“But…I’m Henry…” You protested weakly. Ignoring the subtle hint of uncertainty in your voice, you mustered what focus you could to counter with your Henry memories of the same events. “I’m…Henry,” you said again, this time managing a bit more conviction. Yes, you were Henry Cavanaugh, not Alex Crockford. No matter how much you’ve changed yourself, you were still supposed to be Henry at the end of the day.

As if in retaliation to your defiance, Alex’s memories turned to ones of you as a young child. Memories you couldn’t recall as Henry. Little Henry playing on the lawn next door…

No, you were little Henry! Or you used to be. Right?

“I’m Henry… Right?” The certainty you had before was starting to wane. Why was it waning? You woke up as Henry, turned into a copy of Alex Crockford thanks to that Witch Wash stuff, then made that duplicate body your own and swapped forms with Alex, becoming him. So sure, following that logic it could make sense to say you were Alex- you were your neighbour now. But you weren’t him this morning, so you’re not supposed to be him. Even though you were the one with all of his memories. Mr. Crockford’s memories. Alex’s.

“I’m not… Alex? But I have his memories, and his amazing body… No, it’s my body. Right, mine. Alex’s. No, no! I’m Henry! I was Henry! But now… I’m not? No, I still am! A little bit. Just barely. Nowhere near as much as I am Alex…”

As if to prove that last point, more memories rushed through your mind. Of your wife Sarah, and your son Ben. They were calling you Alex and Dad, never Henry. But Henry’s not Ben’s Dad while Alex was, so that would make you Alex. Makes sense.

No… No…

Desperate, you summoned up all the Henry memories you could find and tried to wedge them into your forced recollections. They felt like a small fish battling a mighty tide, but you resisted all the same.

Said resistance didn’t hold up. All the memories of living in this house with your wife and son pushed it back. Gritting your teeth, you tried thinking about your Henry memories harder, but the fuzziness in your head got in the way. Your grip on them was weak.

And then the other memories came flooding in. Love found and lost, friendships with other Influencers, work, college, high school, middle school, even elementary school. None of them as Henry, all of them as Alex. Because you were–

But you were–

You were…

You…

Who were you…?

The last thing you felt was a throb in your head, then all went black.

…..

….

…

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly returned to awareness. For a moment you laid still. You were laying on something soft. A bed? It felt like one. But it was weird; you’re supposed to lay in beds, not on them. Why were you–

Oh, right. You passed out. Why did you pass out?

You continued to lay there, unmoving, staring off into space without actually looking at anything. Let’s see, you passed out because… Ugh, it was too hard to think. Your head felt weird and fuzzy.

Wait. Your head.

That’s right, you passed out because your head felt weird. And it felt weird because of, of… memories. Yes, and those memories were at odds with each other because some of them weren’t yours.

The fuzziness began to clear up as you started tracing a path back through yesterday’s events. You passed out from conflicting memories flooding your brain. Before that… Before that, you were checking in on Ben, which came after a trip to the gym. And you were at the gym to test out your body. And you were testing out your body because it was brand new. Because you had stolen it from your neighbour? Yeah, that was what you remembered happening. But how did you do that again? Oh yeah, special laundry detergent.

With your head now almost clear, you felt brave enough to move. You rolled from your side onto your back, your big muscles helping you along. You pushed your hands down on either side of you and raised yourself to a sitting position. You grunt with effort, letting out a distinctly gruff and manly voice. Were anyone there, they would definitely think you’re a real man. And you were. Now.

But you weren’t before.

It’s all came back to you now. You woke up yesterday a teen, Henry Cavanaugh. You got stuck doing the family’s laundry, got your feet wet, put on your handsome neighbour’s socks, then his clothes, realized you were turning into him, and put on whole bunch of his clothes and turned into an identical copy of him. Then you drank the detergent that made it all possible and became a permanent body double, so when Mr. Crockford got home you panicked and just straight up swapped bodies and lives with him. Now you were Alex Crockford with Alex’s memories and he was you with your memories. And the only things keeping you from forgetting were your memories of yesterday and a handful of the ones kept from your original self. But that was still enough for you to say, with full confidence…

“I’m Henry Cavanaugh.”

You basked in the certainty of your declaration for a moment, then let out a huge sigh of relief. “Or I’m supposed to be…” You frowned, and shook your head. Thinking like that was just going to make your identity crisis come back.

Anyway, once that was settled, you took stock of the room. Mr. Crockford’s room, Alex’s, now basically yours. There was barely any light peeking through the windows. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 5:22 AM. Plenty of time to work out a plan of action before the day started. The obvious objective was to revert yesterday’s changes. That’s what you wanted, right? Right?

Actually, no. That was not what you want. It was the complete opposite.

You began to run your hands all over your physically perfect body. Yes, your body. It was an exact copy of Mr. Crockford’s but it was still yours. Your meaty legs, your chiseled abs, your juicy pecs, your handsome and angular face, and your piercing green eyes. And with no one else around to be Alex Crockford, you and you alone would fill the role of the fitness hunk. And you were not even daunted by that. On the contrary, you were excited and ecstatic about it!

A grin grew across your face as you looked at your powerful hands like they literally held the power of your new position. You would still have to be responsible, of course. Pay the bills, put food on the table, handle your clients, all that stuff. But that shouldn’t be difficult; you’ve got all his memories to fall back on. You could live his life forever, and even make some well-deserved improvements. Like come out as bisexual and find yourself a new hunky partner to introduce to your son Ben.

Of course, those were just secondary reasons. Being honest with yourself, you just really wanted to enjoy being the only Alex Crockford. You could have stopped the transformation at any time. Even becoming a permanent doppelganger of him could simply be undone by wearing some of your old Henry clothes and drinking the Witch Wash. But you hadn’t even tried to do that. In fact, it hadn’t even crossed your mind until just recently. Why go back to being boring old Henry now when there was so much you could do and experience with this new body and life of yours? Grow your hair out, bulk yourself up, or even start an OnlyFans where you could worship yourself daily.

But it was not without problems. It was clear from yesterday that you would constantly be at risk of getting too into your new identity. Or perhaps it would more accurate to say assimilated by it. Your mind was now home to every single memory of Alex’s thirty-eight-year life, with only a select handful or two of your original self’s memories as counterbalance.

You took a few deep, calming breaths. “It’s okay,” you told yourself. “I remember I’m Henry. As long as I don’t forget that, I’m fine. In fact, all the new memories I’ll be making can help with that. Memories of me Henry, living as Alex Crockford.” And it was true. The more new memories you made of yourself as Alex, the easier it would be for you to accept and assimilate yourself with your new perfect identity.

Having sufficiently assured yourself, you stood up and undressed yourself in front of the mirror. With a content smile on your face, you began running your hand all over your perfect naked body and squeezed every inch of muscle on yourself. You squeezed your member hard while running a tongue across your bicep, finally ready to create new memories as the one and only Alexander Robert Crockford.

The End… of Your New Perfect Beginning

[verus-veritas]

Witch Washed, Down Minded: Alex Crockford

A reworked Interactive from Writing.com, edited specifically for my friend, fellow Crockford simp, and birthday boy @henrycavbsc!

Happy birthday man, and I hope you enjoy the story! The first part is more of an introduction and setting things up, while the second part is where things really get wild!

Part One

“Ugh… I guess it’s time to wash my clothes…” You murmured as you gathered your dirty smelling clothes from your bedroom floor into a bag and dragged it downstairs. You passed a few rooms that were completely blocked off as you went straight for the front door. "Seriously, how long does it take to kill a few tiny termites… “

Today was like a typical Saturday. Everyone in your family was out shopping, and seeing you had nothing better to do you decided to clean out your room. Unfortunately your family bathroom and laundry room had become infested with hordes of termites a week ago, and having hired professional pest control they had filled the rooms with insecticide, rendering the rooms unusable. Thankfully, your kind neighbour had insisted your family could come over and use his instead. After all, they had two bathrooms and a laundry room big enough for two families. Your parents refused at first until they both came upon an agreement that you all would help them around the house whenever your family borrowed their washing machine or bathroom. You groaned as you grabbed the laundry basket and waddled across the street with your heavy load.

“I wonder if Alex’s home… I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him again…” You muttered, as you mind went to your neighbour next door. Not only was he incredibly handsome and charismatic, but from the times you had caught glimpses of him working out shirtless in his backyard he was also incredibly ripped. Even though his wife had died a few years ago, leaving only him and his teenage son behind, he had not only kept himself in perfect shape but even made a successful career out of working out. You even contemplated asking him for work-out tips a few times, but always shied away fearing you’d see him shirtless and start blushing like a red tomato. It was safe to assume you had a slight crush on the handsome ripped hunk living next door, but who wouldn’t when he was quite literally a celebrity around here - The renowned Personal Trainer, Alex Crockford.

As you made your way across their lawn and through the unlocked backdoor, calling out briefly to see if anyone was home and getting no answer, you continued into laundry room where the washing machine stood. As you entered you accidentally stepped in a puddle on the ground in front of the machine. Water soaked your socks as you groaned.

“Great… Just great…” You sighed as you removed your wet footwear. “And all my other socks are dirty…”

Unaware of the current variables that had been set in place for you to make the impending new discovery that would forever change your life, you reached out of the clean pile of clothes above the drier and grabbed a pair of clean socks, not caring who they belonged to so long as they would do the job of covering your feet while you waited for your own clothes to get washed. “I’m sure he won’t mind…” You didn’t even pay attention to the new laundry detergent your handsome neighbour had been given through a sponsorship with a snappy new label of “Witch Wash” placed plainly in sight. All you cared about was getting your feet dry and finishing these stupid chores before your family came back home. You weren’t even aware of the fact that the neighbour’s socks you had grabbed were now infused with magical properties.

The socks you grabbed were one of those thick wool comfort ones that you had seen Alex wear around the house whenever he was lounging. To get your feet out of the cold, it seemed like the obvious first choice. You shoved the clothes into the washer and waddled upstairs to don your new footwear. “There we go,” you muttered. “At least that’ll last until the laundry’s done.” Despite being a shoe size 10 to your 8, his socks were a comfy fit for you. That was in part because the moment your feet fitted inside the socks, they had begun to grow at a steady rate. It was slow so, that you didn’t even notice it happening as you decided to help the neighbour with some chores around the house. After a full minute, your feet had expanded rapidly with your soles wide and callused and your toes long and thick. Not that you could see it underneath the socks themselves.

“Ah, dammit,” you shouted to no one in particular. After handling the laundry, you had continued to do some easy chores around the house, including some unwashed dishes. Unfortunately, your new enlarged feet provided you with some imbalance. Just enough that you lost your grip on the bleach bottle for the dishwasher whilst holding yourself up against the counter. The soap went all over the jeans and T-shirt you were wearing. You were quick enough to get them off and wash them before stains could set in, but the damage was done. You were now standing in the middle of your kitchen in nothing but your boxers and your neighbour’s socks.

“Great,” you muttered. “And all my clothes are in the wash already too…” You didn’t feel like standing around half-naked around the house, even if no one was going to be around for a few hours. It was starting to get chilly anyway. As soon as you were done putting away the dishes and starting the machine, you wobbled around on your enlarged feet back towards the basement. As you came downstairs, you scanned through the pile of clean clothes from which you had grabbed the socks you were wearing for something, anything, to put on temporarily. Your eyes came across a pair of black sweatpants and a blue ball of smooth fabric on top of the pile. “Mr. Crockford’s favourite outfit” you said to yourself, holding the shirt up. “It must have needed a cleaning.” It was one of those dry tech ones, with specially printed text on its back. Alex always did have a thing for wearing his own merch. Though on you, it would probably be a little loose given the height and muscle difference between you and your handsome neighbour.

“Meh,” you muttered, looking at the timer on the washer. “It’s only for a little over an hour. Why not?” You knew that it was going to look silly on you, but it seemed a better idea than nothing. You slipped it on and, as expected, the shirt clung loosely around your shoulders and the sweatpants almost fell off unless you tied them up. But it was covering enough to continue your business around the house. As you worked, the clothes began to work its magic on you. As with the socks, it was a slow change. Though with more ground to cover, the changes had to take its time starting with your height. You were always the shortest in the family, constantly looking up to your older brothers. And as you tiptoed on your bulkier feet around the house, you slowly began to grow in scale. Slow enough that you wouldn’t notice. It happened an inch at a time, being a slight pressure in your back that was causing you to come closer to the roof. You were too busy putting things away around the house to notice the increase in height. Though you had to adjust the shirt after growing about three inches in three minutes. And so it continued, with you steadily growing until…

It wasn’t until you looked around did it finally hit you that something was wrong. And that didn’t come until you tried putting something away on the top shelf. “What the hell,” you muttered, as you found yourself not even having to stand on your tippy toes to reach the cabinets. “This wasn’t always this low. What is going on?” That’s when the strings of the pants came undone around your waist, but somehow still stayed in place. You pulled at the fabric and asked the obvious question. “Am I… growing?” It seemed impossible at the time. But as you stood next to the fridge to measure your height, you watched as the spot you marked on the door ended up just a little bit lower. With it confirmed that you were, indeed, getting taller over time, all that was left was for your higher brain function to process it. “…This is not normal.” Close enough. You stumbled into the living room, your bigger feet now more comfortable holding up your much taller body, which was getting taller by the minute. You shuffled around in circles, pulling at the uncomfortable fabrics of your boxers underneath the sweatpants as you muttered out loud. “Okay, okay, so I’m growing… I guess this is a thing that’s happening… Is it going to stop?” You could feel your whole body tense into place as you shot up the last inches to the perfect frame of 5’9, the exact height of Alex Crockford. The jitters running through your bones as they buckled out on themselves suddenly disappeared signalling a stop to the growing. You adjusted the now perfectly long sweatpants as you took in your new body. Proportionally, you were the same. It was just like someone had taken the re-size tool of Photoshop and scaled you up almost 150%.

When it became obvious that your shrinking episode was past you, you began to wander around the living room adjusting to your new size. Everything looked so much smaller from your new perspective as you waddled around getting used to the fact that you could now see over everything. “This must be how Mr. Crockford feels all the time.” That gave you an idea as you headed over to the shoe rack by the backdoor and collected the sneakers you had previously taken off. To no surprise, they were much too small for your new feet and you were unable to properly fit them in.

“I wonder…” Your eyes settled on your neighbour’s shoes, which matched with the pants and shorts you were wearing. A pair of large, stylish running shoes that always looked very comfortable to you but was always too big for you to ever fit your feet into. The gears were starting to turn in your head as you slipped them on to find that they were now a perfect fit on you. Like your feet were meant to wear them. “…Am I… Turning into Mr. Crockford?”

Your stomach groaned suddenly and there was a particular sensation in the pit of your gut. Like you were being squeezed or something. Like you were holding you stomach in and tensing your stomach as hard as you could. It wasn’t until the tight fabric of the shirt pushed against your chest that you knew the strange feeling wasn’t lying to you. Your entire chest area had expanded a few sizes, as did your thighs and shoulders, thus adding a few pounds to your overall weight. You stood more top heavy than you were just a few seconds ago. “No way…” You muttered, taking in the fact that this was what was happening to you. You were transforming, albeit slowly, into your own ripped neighbour.

Somehow, something was causing you to change into your neighbour overtime. You felt taller and stronger than you ever had before, with your straighter posture and increasing weight. You also felt strangely aroused at the entire process, with your little buddy straining within the uncomfortable boxers. And that made you curious to determine what was causing it.

The only thing differently you had done today was put on your neighbour’s…

“...Clothes.” it clicked with you all at once. “No way. Wearing Mr. Crockford’s clothes is turning me into him!”

A name suddenly stuck out to you in your head as you bounced across the floor towards the basement. Once at the washing machine, still running with your clothes inside, you easily reached the top shelf and confirmed your hypothesis.

“Witch Wash,” you said, reading the bottle of laundry detergent that had escaped your notice your first time downstairs. “The brand new substance created to ensure all your clothes fit, no matter the size. By simply using one scoop in your load, your clothing will forever mold you into the perfect shape for fitting into all sorts of outfits overtime, no matter the shape or scale. After completing one standard load on high, wear desired cloth and wait. Effects can take five to sixty minutes to have desired effects depending on the mass of the changes. But the more clothes worn, the faster the alternations.”

“Holy crap.” As if to drive home the point, a tightening of your stomach caused you to moan.

It was like someone was pinching your skin in all directions as your thighs surged outwards a few more inches, making them look thick yet firm. The mass didn’t just settle in your thighs either, as you became increasingly aware of the added muscles on your backside. The boxers inside was already starting to feel tight again and you felt warm all over. Like you had just sat in a sauna sweating for hours, or ran a marathon during a scorching hot summer. Though you had now developed a chiseled stomach and perfectly firm thighs, your manhood remained as normal and unassuming as always.

“It’s probably because I’m wearing my boxers,” You decided, resisting the urge to rub yourself. “Maybe I should lose them.”

You thought of what else you could do to feed into the aroused feelings you were experiencing. There was no telling what clothes in the house had been infected by the magical soap (save for the clean pile before you) or where it had even came from. For now, you could only satisfy a hungering urge to experience this for yourself.

Your neighbour wouldn’t be home for hours and you could literally become him in every shape and form. And you wanted to experiment more before he was back. Your clothes wouldn’t be done for another hour anyway. Might as well have some fun while it lasted. All you had to do was wear one of your old clothes and the process would reverse, right?

Digging through the clothing pile, you searched for something that could enhance the transformation. More clothes would speed up the effects, after all.

Gloves were the first thing on top of the pile when you glanced down. A pair of tough, winter gloves with leather fabric and black fingertips. Your neighbour’s snow shoveling gloves probably.

“These’ll do,” You said, reaching down and grabbing at them and slipping one on your right hand.

It was a loose fit given that you did not have big hands, but as soon as you managed to slip your fingers into the right spots, a tingling sensation transpired over your hand. The soft fabric inside did not feel as loose as it did before, though it seemed to be shifting before your eyes. Your hand looked bulkier than it had just a few moments ago, with less boniness that you had come to associate with your own hands. Within a matter of seconds, your hand was significantly bigger than the other by a good few inches. You pressed your palms together in comparison. Your right hand looked like it belonged to a completely different person.

“This is amazing,” You said. “It doesn’t even look like my hand anymore!”

Upon removing the glove, you found that the changes had extended beyond the smaller scale of your hand. Everything about it was different. Your fingernails were now trimmed and cut short especially for hours of hard work at the gym. Even the skin was much thicker and callused to the touch, from all the weights the personal trainer constantly lifted. Very rugged, in fact…

You began to move your new hand all over your body, feeling up the firm musculature of your slowly changing body. You were still fully erect and the callused touch of your rugged larger hand wasn’t doing anything to help in that regard. But you resisted the temptation to go all the way. There was still more stuff you wanted to test out.

You pulled away and slipped on the other glove on the other hand. Like before, you could feel your entire palm expand into a much bigger fist as you clenched your fingers. There was something oddly pleasant about the whole experience, which was probably why you were seeking more clothes to continue as soon as you were done.

After something simple like hands, you figured it was time to give yourself a little treat. Your removed the gloves, exposing your larger, rugged hands to grab onto your own chest. It never failed to impress you just how firm and juicy your neighbour’s chest always looked, especially whenever you caught sight of him jogging around the neighbourhood.

What you felt was the most intense experience you had ever felt.

Your mouth “oh’ed” as you instantly placed your larger hands against the smooth fabric on your chest. You could feel how stretched out the shirt was against your pecs. Your nipples were wide and increasingly becoming more sensitive as you touched them. While one hand continued to grope your sensitive chest, the other traveled in your boxers to grab hold of the other expanding body part on your person.

“Holy shit,” You muttered, as you rubbed all over yourself. “This feels amazing…”

You weren’t sure what felt better, fondling your new perfect pecs, which were every bit as big and firm as you imagined them being, or giving your manhood a quickie. You shuddered as you soon released all your pent up arousal, soiling your boxers.

“Oops,” You said with a smile. “Guess I’ll just have to find something else to wear…”

“Guess there’s no sense in not going all the way now,” you decided as you removed the sweatpants and boxers before cleaning yourself up some.

You weren’t really concerned with the fact that you would soon be wearing someone else’s undergarments, just so long as you could find something that suited your purposes. After digging around in the laundry pile some more, you found a pair of dark briefs only big enough that they could belong to your model-like neighbour.

“Let’s finish this,” you said, knowing that this would be goodbye for your old member for now. “Though maybe one last hurray wouldn’t hurt…”

You were going to throw all the clothes in the wash anyway when you were done to hide the evidence. So, with excitement, you walked over to a bench in the basement and slipped into the raunchy briefs. Only someone as good-looking and confident as Alex could ever wear something like this. However, the fact that this big and obviously well-used briefs now fit perfectly around your thicker thighs and waist only added to your hard arousal. You had to admit that the new juicy pecs you were sporting kind of got in the way as you leaned over to slip into the underwear.

Sadly, you found the front and back of the undergarment very loose, especially by the front where your throbbing member resided. Like most things about you that day though, all that was about to change.

You bit a moan and clenched your butt as your hips suddenly flared outward. Your bone structure was increasing slightly to make your body more stable in the middle area, on top of the extra layer of flesh and lean muscles which brought you to the correct size of your neighbour’s dimensions. The briefs rested comfortably along your waist now. Also, whilst sitting down, you felt yourself begin to rise. It wasn’t your height that was increasing though, but the added cushion of your backside. It felt like someone was taking a bicycle pump to it, coming in waves that you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the tingling sensation from it down your spine. Your backside was getting thicker. Stronger. And leaner. By now the briefs was starting to nestle into their proper place on your very tight and muscular body.

Your member had once again pitched a tent in the front. Though when you had completely transformed into your neighbour’s dimensions at the hips, you felt a different kind of stirring in your loins.

“I’m growing,” you said, feeling your member pulse and strain ever so slightly.

Like everything else about the transformation, it came in waves. Centimeter by centimeter. You grabbed hold of yourself from outside of the briefs and felt your manhood expand. Despite your original smaller size and having pleasured yourself just a moment ago, you were still rock hard. It was more intense than any of the other changes. Your crotch was changing and exploding in size down there. From the shaft to the balls. They were double their size already.

You tugged feverishly with your longer fingers at the increased girth that had appeared on your penis, as if doing so might make it grow faster. That only succeeded in sending a final wave of ecstasy before you felt yourself explode again, thus coating your new fresh undergarments and still swelling manhood with your white liquid. There was a wetness between your thighs now as your entire groin area felt tighter and hotter. You pulled up the front of the briefs to confirm you had fully acquired your neighbour’s blessed endowment.

“I guess this is Alex’s cum soaking his own briefs now, technically.” You gave yourself a squeeze down there, feeling the liquid squish around a bit.

You stood up in your neighbour’s underwear, taking in the changes to your body.

Your new firm pecs glistened against the light while the increased muscle mass in your ass and thighs made your new body look incredibly sexy. A quick look in the downstairs mirror showed a taller version of you with perfectly lean muscles and amazingly smooth skin. Just a few missing areas were still growing, like your arms and back. That would fix itself as you adjusted Alex’s shirt onto your wider shoulder, which at this point was nearly a perfect fit for you. Your head and face had been untouched though. As had your voice.

“I wonder what else would work to speed this along.”

Not that you weren’t having your fun with your larger, rugged hands running all over your new, muscular body. It was still a thrill to feel how fit and strong you had become. But your ordinary face in the mirror was proving to be a distraction. You strolled over to the pile to see what you could find.

Underneath everything, you found something that might work.

“This is one of Mr. Crockford’s head gears.”

Sure enough, it was one of the caps you had seen both Alex and his son Ben wear on several occasions. Seeing as Ben had left most of his things at college, you reasoned that the item belonged to the father. It was black with dark texts on it. While Alex normally hand washed them and let them air dry, he must have been lazy and threw it in the wash with the rest of his clothes. His laziness was about to be your gain. In hair, that was.

You never really liked your own long and messy hair, so you immediately pulled the hair back and fit the cap onto your head, just like Alex always wore them.

“I wonder if this will work, since it’s technically not clothing.”

You spoke too soon as a burning in your scalp caused you to itch incessantly at your roots. Knowing what was happening, you turned to face the mirror and smiled at the new glow of color spread at the roots of your head. Your dark tone turned to light brown in an instant, like a wave of rushing water running through your hair. As the brownish color reached your tips, you felt a lightness to your head, though it was very slight. In the mirror, you had a front row seat to watch the changes this new article brought to you.

“My hair’s getting shorter and more trimmed,” you said.

Though not terribly short, Alex always kept his hair trimmed at a reasonable length for working out. But still, you were having less hair on your head than you ever did. While your messy hair seemed to have gotten less at the top of your scalp, the cap was still weirdly growing more and more tight around your head. It was strange to see yourself with lighter and more brown hair, as you ran a hand through it, trimmed and yet soft.

When it stopped, it almost seemed like you were wearing a wig underneath the black cap. A wig in the exact style of Mr. Crockford’s hair. You pulled the cap up and tugged at the strands of hair to confirm that it was, indeed, firmly attached to your head.

“This might be a whole lot weirder if I didn’t already have these,” you muttered whilst giving one of your juicy pecs a squeeze with your larger hands.

You spoke too soon as when you looked up into the mirror again and noticed something different about your face.

It came in your nose first, which was typically smooth and cute. Now it was starting to look rather sharp and pointed. Dimples were starting to appear at your cheeks, which speaking of cheeks, they were starting to grow some very noticeable stubble. It was like watching a slow albeit erotic face morph video on the internet. Anything that was recognizable of your old ordinary face was slowly fading away, whilst being replaced by Mr. Crockford’s blessed features.

Your cheeks slimmed down and your jaw became more angular, giving your entire head a much more masculine appearance. Gone was the brooding glare from your brow, as your eyebrows suddenly lightened and your eye colour changed into a piercing green. Instead, everything about your face looked more defined and welcoming. You blinked a few times as the persona of your handsome neighbour slowly came into view. Combined with your new hair, there could be no denying that you practically looked like his perfect clone at this point, save for a few still changing minor aspects.

You ran your hands across your new stubble a few times and stared deep into your reflection. This was what Mr. Crockford must have seen every day when looking in a mirror. Now it was your face. Your body.

You were still about a few pounds thinner than your neighbour was, given the looseness of the shirt you were wearing. But it was only a matter of time to catch up. You constantly ran your hands up and down your lean muscles, taking in the fact that you owned them. It was like wearing a mask and full body suit. Though every pinch of flesh told you that it was really your skin. So firm and strong. It was incredibly invigorating. And in some way it opened up a whole new hunger in you.

What else could you do with this new power? What were the limits of it?

You moved your powerful hands to the Witch Wash bottle left atop of the washing machine. Your thicker fingers read the lines over and over again.

“Interesting,” you said in a voice that was more adult and raw. "What else can this stuff do?”

“Witch Wash is made of all natural ingredients,” you continued reading from the bottom of the label. “And is non-toxic to consume.“ Interesting. You wondered what would happen if you did drink this stuff?

That was a thought that sent an eager chill down your spine. Though you would never, under normal circumstances, consider drinking laundry detergent the contents of the bottle sounded more like components of a herbal potion than something chemical. Like the powder was a product of some hippie vegan group. And it also sounded like the creator of such a product had anticipated someone thinking to actually eat the powder. Though the bottle gave no indication as to what the result would be.

Walking upstairs, you went for the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water which to mix the powder into. As you climbed the stairs, legs bouncing with strength with every step, you felt a stretching and swelling sensation in your arms. The shirt felt tight and restricted against your biceps now.

“There we go,” you said, putting an arm up in the air and flexed, feeling your arm muscles grow substantially. “The last of the changes.”

You gained a few more pounds as the last of the muscles settled down in your arms, plumpening them up and filling out the sleeves of the shirt. And all you had needed to do was rub the shirt across your arms. There was no mistaking you from your handsome fit neighbour now, not even to the most observant eye. You were his duplicate down to the last strand of hair on his cheek.

“Just in time,” you muttered with a smile as you poured yourself a glass of water.

Dropping the clear glass on the counter, you hoisted the Witch Watch next to it and scooped out the white dust. The powder dissolved instantly in the water, leaving not a hint that the mixture had been tainted in any way. You brought the cup to your nose and sniffed.

“Smells like… mint. And leaves. Like fresh air.” A small taste test confirmed that the powder wasn’t intolerable to drink. In fact, it was quite pleasant and refreshing. Like a non-burning brand of mouthwash. You leaned back and guzzled down the remains.

It settled in the pit of your newly cobbled stomach and you patted it down, resisting the urge to let your wandering hands explore more of your ripped and spectacular body. There was science to do before playtime and you needed to recharge a bit despite how very curious you were to explore yourself. No, you wanted to see what the results of this new whim would be.

You thought you felt something. You put your hand to your tight stomach in anticipation of this strange new sensation before you let out a burp. "Oh it was just a burp.” You chuckled with Alex’s voice.

Then you heard the front door open and slam. Oh shit, seemed like Mr. Crockford and his son Ben were home early.

“Anyone from the Cavanaugh family in here? We saw the backdoor open.” You heard Mr. Crockford call out. You slowly backed up to the laundry room door and froze. What would he think if he opened this door and found his exact duplicate in here? You didn’t want anyone coming your way to see you like this so you began to frantically search through the unfinished laundry that was freshly washed with the Witch Wash, and to your relief you found some of your own clothes.

You quickly stripped down naked, and for a brief moment you find yourself distracted by the swaying beast now dangling between your powerful thighs. You shook off the thought and immediately pulled a pair of boxers over your larger thighs. You stretched them slowly over your firm sculpted buttocks, worried that they would tear before they fully covered your entire crotch. To your relief they were stretchy enough. Your ass and legs quickly begun to deflate until they were back to their normal slim self, and you even felt your member shrink back to its original comparably tiny size.

You continue with pulling on a pair of jeans and watched as your legs shrunk back to normal as well. You then struggled to put your socks on with your bigger upper body clumsily stretching down onto your smaller and thinner legs. As your feet changed back you wonder why you didn’t just change your top half first. Then you stretched a way too small T-shirt over yourself, and stared with a slight disappointment as your chest turned flat and your stomach slowly lost all definition. And finally, you threw on an old baseball cap on your head and felt as all of Alex’s handsome features vanished from your head and face.

You left the laundry room and decide to go greet your neighbour when you suddenly realized you still had your neighbour’s big muscular arms and hands still attached to your body. Even the tattoo was still on there. Alex walked past you holding a large paper bag blocking his view so he didn’t get a proper look at you fumbling around with your proportionally larger arms.

“Oh hey Henry! You’re here doing some laundry?” He asked, briskly walking towards the kitchen to sort the groceries. For a brief second your eyes were glued to that amazing ass of his, the same one that had been attached to you just a few minutes ago.

“Uhh… Hi Mr. Crockford. Yeah, just needed some clean clothes. Mind I take a quick shower?” You ran towards the bottom floor bathroom only to see that it was occupied.

“Yeah sure! We’ve told you to make yourself at home. It’s the least we can do for all the house chores you’re helping us with. Although Ben’s probably using the bathroom right now, so you can use the upstairs one.” Mr. Crockford shouted from the kitchen, and seeing you had no choice you quickly ran up the stairs and into the master bathroom.

You wondered why it was taking so long for your arms to return to normal even though you had rubbed your shirt across them. It even looked like they had not changed at all.

Since water was known to wash away detergent, you thought taking a quick shower might help with the transformation back into yourself. You quickly stripped back down and put all your clothes in a heap on the floor and climbed in the shower. Hot steam filled the bathroom as you rubbed your skin and face clean. It was kind of erotic seeing Alex’s massive arm muscles wet. Then the bathroom door suddenly opened.

“I’ll throw these clothes in the machine as well, so you’ll have everything washed at the same time. You can borrow some of Ben’s old ones while you wait for the laundry to finish.” You heard Alex’s voice say, as he reached into the bathroom and grabbed your clothes on the floor. Respectfully without looking in of course. He then left a heap of neatly folded clothes there instead, one of Ben’s basic shirts and sweatpants.

You knew your neighbour was doing it out of kindness and fatherly instinct, but in this case it might have fucked you over more. Especially since the sports shampoo you had borrowed from Alex was starting to feel weird on your scalp. No… it wasn’t the shampoo that was feeling weird, but your hair! You quickly realized it was getting shorter and more straight. That was when you noticed abs on your stomach. You were bulking up and growing taller once again!

You get out of the shower and wiped the steam from the mirror, seeing your shocked face that begun to look more and more like a mixture between yours and your neighbour’s. Your lower body was growing meaty and muscular, and your manhood already looked like it was double its’ original size. You were turning back into Mr. Crockford!

As you splashed some more water on your face and took a swig of water from the tap you suddenly let out a burp that tasted minty and fresh. Slowly, you connected two and two together, the mixture, the shower, the transformation back into your neighbour… the Witch Wash must have somehow made Alex Crockford’s incredible body your default form!

Panicking you decided to leave the bathroom and get dressed in the closest room nearby. As if growing muscular and slowly turning into Alex Crockford again wasn’t enough, being naked in the bathroom made you feel especially exposed. With your hair still dripping wet, you grabbed the clothes on the floor and peered outside. Once you saw the coast was clear, you hightailed into the room closest to your left.

You could feel yourself growing in height and your body slowly exploding with muscles and girth underneath the towel. You heard footsteps close by and quickly slipped into the dark room. You fumbled around a bit in the dark before you found the light switch and turned on the lights. It was Mr. Crockford’s bedroom, with his bed neatly made, closet filled with work out clothes, and weight racks stacked with dumbbells. Across the bedroom wall hung a full body mirror, showcasing that the changes were complete. You had turned into your handsome neighbour again, from head to toe.

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend your situation though, the handle turned and the bedroom door opened…

To Be Continued Tomorrow…

[21wanderer]

Body a day - Summary

That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied. Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding. Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years. Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated. If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)

#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)

#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)

#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)

#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)

#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)

#06: Mirror - Empyrean Wear (Bodysuit, clothing)

#07: Football - A real footballer (Possession)

#08: Wash - Dirty laundry (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#09: School - Night ride (Bodysuit, clothing)

#10: Table - Table for two (Body swap, hypnotism)

#11: Studies - Done my homework (Impersonation, identity theft)

#12: Six - Pack of six (Shapeshifting, droneification)

#13: Money - A nickle or two (Bodysuit, revenge)

#14: Battery - Mason and the golden skin (Body swap)

#15: Son - Introducing S.O.N. (Body swap, age regression)

#16: Shadow - Worn to a shadow (Impersonation, clothing)

#17: Foam - Risen from the foam (Muscle growth)

#18: Pot-bellied - Melting pot (Body swap, revenge)

#19: Dad - MacGyver and son (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#20: Wave - Finders keepers (Bodysuit, clothing)

#21: Electricity - Airing laundry (Dirty laundry pt. 2) (Bodysuit)

#22: Satisfied - Not satisfied yet (Muscle drain, merging, revenge)

#23: Want - Wanted! (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#24: Sports - Rigging a race (Bodysuit, clothing)

#25: Choice - Strangers on a train (Face swap, shapeshifting)

#26: Ice - The ski instructor (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#27: Closet - Secrets (Bodysuit)

#28: Whole - Becoming whole (Muscle drain)

#29: Ancient - A bargain and a deal (Merging, age regression)

#30: Pecs - Final Goal (Bodysuit, impersonation, clothing)

I think it's time to take a backseat for a spell. But don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me. Wanderer out.

[nothangingoutheretoday]

Writing

I've been lurking for too long.

The combination of absurdly hot images and stories I've read on here have given me the courage to try my hand at some writing. AI-assisted purely for expediency -- ideas and plots are mine, AI helps clean the prose and I edit at the end.

Themes I love: masks/bodysuits, identity play, power play, latex/rubber/silicone, muscle growth, scuba/underwater, symbiotes. Look for some or all of these to make an appearance at some point.

This post will be updated with story links as they are posted. I'll be using the scheduled upload feature to aim for updates on Mondays and Thursdays. The queue is currently set to publish through April 30, 2026 and I'll keep updating that as I queue more things up. Anything you see with listed part counts is completed and queued, to be posted in the coming days; anything "in progress" is just that.

I'd love your feedback on stories if you have it - my DMs are open if you'd rather chat that way than commenting on stories. If not, your likes and reblogs are enough. Thanks for reading.

The Changeling's Pet (5 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Selfless (4 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Three's Company (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

Becoming Blank (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

Sliding Doors (5 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Switch Hit (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

Paradise Found (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

The Atlantis Option (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

Chosen Faces (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

R & R (7 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Better Together (4 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Full Self Driving (5 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Connect Four (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

The Usual (3 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3

The Circle (5 parts): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

A Better Version of Me Already Exists: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

The Julian Network (in progress)

(Something about how Tumblr is doing post IDs is messing with my attempts to link between parts when I queue things up; I appreciate your patience when I need to go fix those.)

[transformhim]

My Stories

Hey guys! I know several others have done this, so I figured I’d jump on board and get one of these posts done myself.

Any tags I’ve used can be found in the tags of this post too! I’ll update this as time goes on and as new stories are posted (as infrequently as that may be sometimes 😂).

So, whether you’re new to the page (welcome!) or if you’re looking for something specific I’ve posted, grab a drink and let this be your guiding star.

Enjoy!

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[putradisguiser]

I’ve never done a disguise where I look like a much younger guy before. Usually, I go for men around my age or way older. That’s always been my go to. It’s not that I don’t like younger guys…I just never really care much to becoming one. Deep down, I think it’s because whenever I imagine pulling up as a hot young dude, the guys I normally catfish and play with automatically expect me to be a bottom and submissive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m verse, so I’m not against bottoming at all. But I’m a dominant in bed. It’s just that it completely kills my fantasy… the one where a younger guy is the one doing the fucking, wrecking an older man senseless, ykim? Or worse….I’d end up attracting a bunch of girls and boys who are actually the same age as my disguise. And that? That just feels… weird, eughhh. But today I’m in the mood to challenge myself. I want something fresh. A new sensation...

Let’s see… I don’t think I wanna steal an already existing guy’s face like I usually do. I’ve been scrolling Instagram and TikTok for the past twenty minutes, and nothing’s really hitting right….

This one has gorgeous eyes… but ehh, I don’t like his hair and whole vibe. That guy’s cute, but way too feminine for what I’m going for

Nope… not this one either. Definitely not him

Ughhhhh

[A few moments later]

Ohh… you know what let’s just grab a bunch of younger guys I actually like and make my own. Okay… this guy’s face is promising… oh yeah, that one too… him… him… and him… aaaand him. Perfect. So now I’ve got ten faces, time to drag all these photos into Blender and see what kind of frakenstein magic I can cook up… hehehe

Alright, let’s start blending. Give him those sexy bedroom eyes… a sharp, defined jawline that could cut glass… a cute button nose… thick eyebrows… long, fluttery lashes… and plump, curly lips made for sucking dick

Yeahhh, just like that

[Blending the faces… Processing… Blending complete…]

Niceee… fuck, that’s already looking good.Now that the face is coming together, I need to level it up and find the perfect hair for him.…

Okay. This one right here? This hair’s perfect. Very Gen Z…

Now let’s plop that perfect hair right onto my disguise… thereee you gooo!! Daaaammnn, it’s already looking so fucking good! Shiiittt…!! Hahahaha 😆

[The face spins slowly 360 degrees on the screen from every angle]

Okay, this is actually so much fun! Creating a whole disguise from scratch like this feels next level. I should do this way more often. Now… let’s wait for it to print. Imma just drag this fresh face drags the rendered face straight into the face printer and hit start. While I’m waiting, let’s get the body ready

[Inside my skinsuit closet]

For a younger guy, I’m thinking lean and athletic. Visible abs, toned muscles, nothing too bulky. Fair, smooth skin… yeah, this one looks promising. Hmmm… it’s decent, but I really don’t like how flat the chest is

[Heading over to my other closet]

Heheheh… okay, let’s make this interesting. What if I slap on these huge tits? It would be so wild a lean, athletic body with massive, bouncy tits. Why the hell not right 😁

Ohohohooo…I can already picture myself using these fat, heavy pecs to jerk off whichever poor guy I end up catfishing tonight. Sliding his cock between them, watching his face melt… fuckkk 🤤

All I need to do is glue this breast plate onto the bodysuit. First, I spray the chest area generously with the glue spray… nice and even. Okay… now we wait about five minutes for it to get properly tacky before pressing the breast plate on. Five minutes later, the glue’s nice and tacky now… Perfect!

I pick up the heavy breast plate, feeling its soft, squishy weight in my hands. These things are ridiculous… big, round and perky, with puffy pink nipples that already look like they’re begging to be played with. I line it up carefully against the flat chest of the bodysuit, then press it down firmly, smoothing my palms over the curves to make sure it seals perfectly. No bubbles, no gaps. Just smooth, seamless fake flesh. I step back and admire my work. Now the body looks insane: lean athletic build, sharp abs, smooth fair skin… and then these massive, heavy tits sitting proudly on top like they own the place. The contrast is ridiculous and hot as hell 🤤

I can already imagine some thirsty older guy losing his mind when he sees them spilling out of a tight shirt. I give them a little playful bounce with my hands. They jiggle realistically

Hehehe, this is going to be so much fun~~

Next up…lower half!

I dig deeper into the closet and pull out a matching skinsuit bottom. This one comes with a thick, juicy ass. I step into the bodysuit carefully, sliding my legs in first, then working it up over my hips. The material hugs every inch of me like a second skin, cool and slick at first, then warming up as it molds to my body…

But wait! I’m not quite done yet. Something’s still missing down below. A hot 21 year old with massive tits and a fat ass needs the perfect cock to complete the fantasy. I grin and rummaging through the special genital attachments until I find it…the humongous pink cock and balls set I custom made months ago but never used. It’s insane: thick, veiny, and long even when soft, with a fat, bulbous pink head that already looks lewd as hell….❤️‍🔥

The balls are heavy, low hanging, and huge each one the size of a tennis balls, hairy and plump, swinging heavily with every movement. The whole package is hyper realistic, skin safe, and comes with internal reservoirs for cum simulation if I want to get really nasty

“Fuckkkyaaa… this is exactly what this slutty body needs 🤤”

I carefully detach the current flat crotch panel from the skinsuit and swap it out for the new genital plate plop

The attachment clicks into place with a satisfying seal, the edges blending seamlessly. I adjust the internal harness so everything sits perfectly. The massive pink cock hanging heavy and thick between my legs, the huge tennis balls resting full and pendulous underneath. Even soft, it’s already obscenely noticeable, the pink shaft curving slightly downward with realistic weight, the foreskin hugging the fat head just right

I can’t resist playing with it immediately.I wrap both hands around the thick shaft, feeling its realistic warmth and weight. It’s so big and hairy my fingers don’t even meet. I give it a slow, lazy stroke, watching the heavy balls sway and bounce

“Mmm… look at this fat fucking cock… bet you’d choke on it”

I keep stroking, teasing the fat pink head until it starts to plump up, thickening even more in my grip. The huge balls tighten slightly, the skin stretching smooth and shiny. The sensory feedback from the skinsuit is insane… every touch sends sparks straight to my real cock tucked away inside, mixing with the lingering mess from earlier. I give the heavy sack a gentle squeeze, rolling the big balls in my palm while I admire myself in the full length mirror

Once it’s fully on, I smooth everything down, making sure the seams at the waist blend perfectly with the chest plate. I turn sideways in front of the full length mirror and check myself out. Damn, lean torso, huge ass tits, and a fat ass… it’s giving Incubus energy, but with my own twisted twist. Exactly what I was going for 😈

I run my hands over the curves, squeezing the heavy pecs and giving my new ass a firm slap. The sound echoes satisfyingly. A little shiver runs through me. This bodysuit disguise is already turning me on, and I haven’t even put the face on yet hehehe…

There’s one more crucial detail I can’t skip. I don’t just look the part, I have to smell like one too. And not just any smell. I want that perfect, addictive young guy musk that drives people crazy: fresh, cocky, slightly sweet, with that deep, warm musky skin scent that makes them want to bury their face in my neck and armpits and lose control

I head over to my scent lab corner. It’s a messy shelf packed with little vials, pheromone concentrates, essential oils, and custom skin safe mixes I’ve been tinkering with for years. Let’s create something special for this disguise! 😁

I grab a clean spray bottle and start mixing. First, a base of warm, clean skin scent, something that smells like fresh sweat after a light gym or basketball session, but not too gross, just inviting... I add a few drops of that. Next, a hint of sweet youthfulness and a touch of ripe tang for that boyish freshness. Then comes the dangerous part…ouuuuh the pheromones. I drip in a generous amount of my strongest young alpha blend: a custom mix that’s heavy on androstenone and androstadienone, the stuff that makes guys’ brains short circuit and their cocks twitch without them even knowing why. Aaand for extra heat, I throw in a whisper of cedarwood and a tiny bit of musk from my freshly fucked collection. Just enough to make it smell like I’ve been horny and ready all day, hihihi

I shake the bottle hard, then spritz that bad boy on my right armpit and take a deep sniff. Ffffuuuuckkkkk….!! 🤤🤤 that’s perfect .It’s exactly what I wanted: clean, youthful, a little sweet, but underneath it all there’s this raw, masculine undertone that screams atrouble. The kind of scent that lingers in the air and makes someone want to pin me down and inhale me like a drug

I grin wickedly and start spraying it all over my new body, generous mist across my neck, down my smooth chest and between those massive tits, under my arms, along my lean abs, and especially around my thick ass and the hidden pouch where my cock sits tucked away

The warm mist settles on my skin, mixing with the realistic texture of the skinsuit. Within seconds, the whole disguise starts radiating that irresistible young guy pheromone cloud .I take another deep breath, letting the scent fill my lungs. Shiiii… even I’m getting turned on by how good it smells…. Now the illusion is almost complete….

But but but…I still have another piece to complete — the voice. A 21 year old guy doesn’t just look and smell like fresh, cocky trouble… he has to sound like it too. That smooth, youthful timbre with just the right hint of cocky swagger and bedroom rasp. The kind that makes dicks twitch the second I open my mouth

I head over to my tech bench, the one cluttered with circuit boards, tiny speakers, and voice modulators I’ve been hacking for years. Time to build something special~

I turn up my voice software, pull up the voice library, and start designing from scratch. I want it deep enough to sound masculine but still boyishly bright. I layer in a light, flirty huskiness…atouch of playful and nasty growl on the low notes, and a little crackle when I get excited or horny. I tweak the pitch until it sits right: young, energetic, but soft, velvety masculine that is just hard to ignore. Then I add subtle pheromone reactive modulation so the voice actually shifts a tiny bit warmer and breathier when my body heat rises. Filthy little detail, but it’s gonna be lethal 😏

I etch the custom chip, solder the micro speaker array, and coat everything in a thin, skin safe adhesive. The finished modulator is tiny, no bigger than a grain of rice with a soft, flexible throat patch that will blend perfectly under the mask’s neck seam. I tilt my head back, stretch the skin at the base of my throat, and press the chip into place. It warms instantly, syncing with the skinsuit’s neural layer. A quick calibration beep vibrates through my neck

“Alright… let’s test this bad boy” I clear my throat or at least try to. My normal, voice comes out first “Hey… testing, one two—” it cracks halfway. The sound warps, pitching up smoothly, smoothing out into something lighter, fresher, younger “—testing… whoa, fuck…” My eyes widen. The new voice is exactly what I wanted. Smooth, cocky, with that playful lilt that screams 21 year old brat who knows exactly how hot he is

I grin and keep going, letting my old voice bleed and melt into the new one on purpose.“Yo, what’s good… you like what you see?” The last word comes out in my old tone for half a second before the chip takes over completely. Deep, flirty, drippin’ in youthful swagger. It sends a shiver straight down my spine.

I squeeze my huge, jiggly, fat pecs and really start playing “Mmmmhmm… you wanna bury your face right here?” My voice cracking once more from old to new before locking in perfectly. The sound is so fucking hot it makes my freshly spent cock twitch again inside the soaked pouch. The modulator handles every filthy syllable flawlessly now. I moan low and long just to hear it, letting the sound roll around the room. Fuuuckk this is my new voice…

“Bet you’d love to slide your dick between these fat tits while I talk you through it…ya? Tell me how bad you want this tight ass…”

I hold my pecs then streeeeetttchhh them upward…. Unghhhmmm…. PPLLOOOOPPP!! They stretch back to my chest…ffuckk!! My cock twitch and spurt a cum immediately

My nipples peak hard against the heavy breast plate, and I can feel my ass clench involuntarily

beep beep beep beeeeeep

Finally, the printer finally beeps, signaling that the face is done. I walk over, open the tray and carefully lift out the freshly printed mask. It feels warm and supple in my hands, the skin texture is insanely realistic. Holy fuckin shit…. Staring back at me is a ridiculously hot younger guy. Those bedroom eyes stare back at me, hollowed, framed by thick brows and long lashes. The plump, curly lips look even more perfect in person.

I put my fingers inside the mouth, feeling the slick wet of the pink tongue and perfectly white teeth. The moment my fingers slide inside, the warm, slick wetness of the perfectly textured pink tongue greets me. Soft, wet, and so lifelike it makes my breath hitch. I run my fingertips along the smooth, perfectly white teeth, feeling the gentle ridges and the way the inner cheeks hug my fingers like a real mouth. The saliva like lubricant built into the mask makes everything glide slickly, warm and inviting….

“Mmmmfff… fuckkkk”

The sensation is overwhelming. My fingers explore deeper, pressing against the squishy tongue, tracing the roof of the mouth, feeling every hype realistic detail. The mask’s micro expressions make my lips pout and stretch naturally around my knuckles. I can’t stop there.My free hand drops down. My huge cock springs out heavily, already thickening from all the teasing. I wrap my fingers around the thick, veiny shaft, which still slick from the earlier mess and guide the fat, bulbous pink head toward the mask’s mouth. I press the swollen tip against the plump lips and slowly push inside…..

“Ohhhhhhhhffff…uckkk….🤤💦”

The mouth stretches open perfectly around the massive girth, the slick tongue curling instinctively against the underside as I slide deeper. The wet heat envelops me inch by inch, the realistic throat giving just enough resistance to feel filthy and tight

“Hnnnghhh….!!😖”

I hold the base of my cock steady and start jerking it slowly right there, fucking my own mask’s mouth with deliberate strokes feeling every ridge of the teeth and the slippery tongue

“Njirrrr… that’s so good…!!” I moan in that smooth in my new voice. The dual sensation is insane my real hand pumping the thick pink cock, the slick, warm mouth sucking and sliding around it, the heavy balls swinging heavily with every thrust. The pheromone cloud from my neck, pecs, and now the musky scent rising off the cock itself creates a thick, heady fog that makes my head spin…. 🤤

Glork..!! Gloorrk…!! Ghmmmphh…!! Glorrrk…schlorrrrrppp…!!

“Ahhhhhh….!!!”

I push it deeper, watching in the mirror as my plump lips stretch obscenely around the humongous shaft, a thin string of saliva dripping down the chin. My massive tits bounce softly with the rhythm, the fat ass clenching behind me, and the new voice keeps spilling out broken, horny moans, whimpers

“Mmm… OHHH yeah, take this fat cock… just like that…”

My tucked away real cock throbs hard inside the skinsuit cock, leaking again into the already messy lining. I speed up, jerking harder, fucking the mask’s mouth with shallow, greedy thrusts until my thighs start to tremble

Byuuuurrrrrrttt….!!

“GAHHH💦💦”

The orgasm hits me like a wave, sudden and intense. I bury the humongous pink cock as deep as the mouth allows and cum hard….

Thick spurts pulsing down the simulated throat while my own body shakes and my voice cracks into a high, desperate moan

“Haaahh…haaah…hahh…”

When I finally pull out, the fat pink head glistens with slick, my plump lips stay parted and puffy, a messy string of saliva connecting them to the tip. I’m panting, flushed under the mask, tits heaving, that ridiculous cock still half hard and swinging

“Shit… this is way too fucking dangerous,” I laugh breathlessly. “If I’m this turned on just testing it… those poor guys are gonna get absolutely destroyed tonight”

With a deep breath, I stretch the mask open and start pulling it over my head. The material slides down smoothly, hugging my scalp, my cheeks, my jaw. I carefully align the eye holes, nose, and mouth, then press and smooth everything into place until it seals seamlessly at the neck. Then I hold both of my smooth cheeks so wide and give em a good nghmmm…!! Streeeeeettttchhh….!! From side to side and —— PLOP!! PLOOOPP!!

Fuckkk yaaa that feels good heheheh… 🤪🤤

I step closer to the full length mirror wall, raising both hands to rub my smooth cheeks steadily. The skin feels soft, supple, with that perfect youthful tightness under my fingertips. Damn, ten different faces blended together, and this is what I ended up with. A dangerous hot 21 year old stud staring back at me. I can still taste the faint, salty remnants of my cum lingering inside the mask’s mouth. It makes my tongue glide over the perfectly white teeth as I savor it, a filthy little reminder that turns me on all over again. I lock eyes with my reflection and start eye fucking myself hard. Tilting my head, biting my lower lip, letting my bedroom eyes go heavy and hungry. Every expression feels so natural thanks to the mask’s micro movements. I raise an eyebrow, smirk arrogantly, then flash a bright, boyish grin

YAY I LOOK SO PRETTY!!!

Then I really let go… I slide into a couple of proper goon faces. Eyes rolling back slightly, tongue lolling out just a bit, lips parted in that dumb, horny, brain-melted expression. I push it further “Ngaaahhh~~” full ahegao vibes mixed with pure gooner bliss, crossed eyes, flushed cheeks under the skin, mouth hanging open in a sloppy O while I let out a filthy moan “Fuuuuck… this face can pull the filthiest, hottest goon face ever!”

I hold the nastiest goon expression for a few extra seconds, letting my new voice spill out in a breathy, desperate whimper.

“Shit… if this is what I look like when I’m lost in it… those guys guys are gonna lose their fucking minds”

One….last…..final…adjustment…. 🙏🏽🙏🏽

This bad boy doesn’t just smell like a sexy young stallion from the neck down. That fresh, messy hair has to carry its own filthy little signature too. I want it to scream “just rolled out of bed after jerking off all night”. Clean, sporty, with that warm, boyish scalp musk that makes people weak. I reach for my special hair scent kit. A custom blend I’ve been perfecting: premium hair mist base mixed with my strongest pheromone concentrate. I spritz a generous cloud directly into the roots of my new hair, working it through with my fingers so it sinks into every strand. Another light mist over the ends for that lingering “come closer” effect. I shake my head once, letting the scent bloom

“Fuckkk….”

The moment the warm, silky strands brush my cheeks and the full aroma hits my nose, it’s like a goddamn freight train of pure lust slams into me. It mixes instantly with the body pheromone cloud still rising off my neck, my chest, my cock… turning the whole disguise into one walking, breathing aphrodisiac bomb. I lean in closer to the mirror, my fingers dig deep into a thick lock of hair, then I bring my fingers into my nose and inhale deep long and greedy. Fuuuuck… the overload is instant. The scent floods every sense: warm, cocky, horny, addictive, like I’ve been edged for hours and someone just whispered “cum for me” directly into my skull

”Oh shit… oh my god— 💦💦”

I let out helpless groan rips out of me as my cock erupts Thick, hot ropes pulse out in heavy spurts, soaking the inner lining, no hands needed, just the overwhelming smell of my own perfect disguise pushing me over the edge. My whole body shakes, as I ride the longest, most intense HFO I’ve had in months. The scent keeps rolling over me in waves, milking every last drop while I whimper and gasp like a begging slut. When it finally slows, I’m panting, flushed a stupid, blissed out grin spreading across my face

“Fffuckkkk… hmmmm”

I laugh breathlessly, still sniffing my hair like an addict. “If this smell wrecks me this hard… those guys aren’t gonna stand a chance”

I give my soaked cock a little satisfied pat through the skinsuit, feeling the warm mess shift inside, then strike one last pose in the mirror.

Fuuuuck… this is too much even for me. I’m gonna have guys drooling and begging the second they see and feel me like this…

Alright, now I’m really ready to ruin someone with this new look… 😈

[thesuitaskin]

Corrupted Bond

"This is crazy, Liam. We shouldn’t be here. Are you absolutely sure his place is empty?" Rob whispered anxiously, his eyes darting toward the door as Liam unlocked it.

"I’ve told you a hundred times," Liam snapped, his frustration evident. "I’ve kept tabs on him long enough. We’ve got plenty of time before he comes back."

"God, you're insane... and what about his roommate, are you sure he isn't in there?" Rob asked, still uneasy.

"His roommate’s visiting his hometown. This is the perfect opportunity to take Hunter’s place. Relax, Rob. Help me find something of his—like a used shirt or jacket," Liam urged.

"This place reeks of jock musk," Rob muttered, grimacing as he stepped deeper into the apartment.

"Well, what did you expect? Hunter’s the jock of our campus," Liam shot back, rolling his eyes. "Now, help me search."

The two of them split up, carefully moving through the apartment and checking every room.

"Alright, I’ve checked everything. This place is ours for the next few hours," Liam shouted, his voice rising with excitement. "Now, let’s grab one of his clothes."

"Which one’s his room?" Rob asked, his nerves still getting the best of him as he glanced around the apartment.

"Found it—and I found the perfect item!" Liam called out from the other side of the apartment.

Rob hurried back, nearly tripping over himself in his rush. He entered the room Liam had called from—and froze, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked on none other than Hunter McAllister himself, standing right in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear and a few accessories.

"Hey, Robbie Boy!" Hunter’s deep, raspy voice cut through the air, sending a jolt of panic through Rob’s chest.

"Shit! That happened way too fast," Rob muttered under his breath, wide-eyed.

"Of course it did," Liam—now owning the body of Hunter McAllister—snickered. "Why waste a single second transforming into Hunter fucking McAllister? Now, let’s finish the look, shall we?" He taunted, flexing his muscles, already draped in some of Hunter's signature pieces.

"Look!" Liam—now Hunter—gestured to the armchair piled high with clothes. "Throw me something to wear!"

Still flexing and turning to showcase his newly acquired, impressive back, Hunter loomed over Rob. Standing a full two feet taller than either of them, his presence was imposing. Rob stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized by the sheer size and power of the figure before him.

Finally snapping out of his daze, Rob hesitated for just a moment before carefully stepping toward the armchair. He reached for a combination of clothes he’d seen Hunter wear countless times.

Under Hunter's expectant gaze, Rob nervously tossed a pair of black joggers in his direction. With the effortless grace of an athlete, Liam caught the trousers mid-air. The smooth, fluid motion left Rob momentarily stunned.

"Good choice, Robbie Boy," Liam taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he sized Rob up with the same cocky confidence Hunter was known for.

Rob quickly grabbed a black undershirt from the pile and tossed it toward Liam. With swift, practiced movements, Liam stretched the fabric over his torso, the shirt fitting perfectly against his frame. His muscles rippled as he pulled it down, completing the transformation that was rapidly becoming indistinguishable from the real Hunter McAllister.

"Now this is more like it," Liam smirked, flexing slightly in front of Rob. His tone dripped with an arrogant swagger.

"What a killer bod, huh? Guys envy it, and girls are dying for it." Liam said with smug confidence, his tone dripping with that familiar cocky swagger. He flexed his muscles, effortlessly showing off the sculpted physique that made him an intimidating presence.

The sight was so mesmerizing that Rob found himself struggling to maintain control, his mind battling the urge to surrender completely to the image before him. The physicality, the aura—everything about it was... captivating. Rob fought to shake the pull of the moment, but it was becoming harder to ignore.

"Dude, Liam. Are you getting a boner?"

"You really have to ask, Robbie? Tsk, kiddo!" Liam laughed, his voice dripping with smugness.

"Liam," Rob stammered, his voice faltering slightly. "It's so fucking hot when you talk like him."

Liam smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having, and leaned back.

Then Liam checked Hunter's boner what finally caused Rob's dick to also rise.

"...but we’ll have time for that later," Liam announced calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening.

With deliberate movements, he tucked the shirt into his trousers the way Hunter always did, admiring how perfectly it fit. His well-defined torso, now accentuated by the shirt, was pure perfection. Liam paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being in Hunter’s skin.

"It feels fucking amazing to be in his skin!" Liam said, grinning widely as he adjusted the necklace. "I get why he's so into himself." He flexed his muscles once more.

"Let's give Hunter a proper welcome," Liam announced confidently. He left the room, eagerly awaiting the moment when the real McAllister would walk through the door. He sprawled across the couch, feet propped up.

Rob followed, nervously yet unable to take his eyes off Hunter’s every move.

"You think this will work?" Rob whispered, doubt creeping into his voice.

"Just 'shh' and hide in the corner," Liam responded coolly, his smirk widening. "Stick to the plan."

They didn't have to wait long. The door creaked open. Footsteps grew closer, and then, there he was—Hunter McAllister himself—stepping into the room. His eyes widened as he saw Liam lounging on the couch. The room fell silent as Hunter froze, staring in disbelief at the exact replica of himself sitting there, mocking him without a word.

"What the fuck?" Hunter muttered, his eyes narrowing. He took a slow, cautious step forward, clearly unsure of what he was seeing. The tension in the room was palpable, but Liam stayed calm, never breaking character.

Hunter took another step, his eyes scanning Liam’s form, as if searching for some flaw. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Liam grinned, enjoying every second of the stunned silence. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" Liam mimicked Hunter's speech pattern.

Hunter’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing as he advanced further into the room.

As Hunter got closer, Rob moved quietly from behind, his steps nearly imperceptible. In one swift motion, he hit him with a bat. That was all Liam needed.

In a blur of movement, Liam surged from the couch, grabbing Hunter by the shoulders and slamming him backward. The impact knocked the wind out of Hunter, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He struggled, swinging his arms wildly, but Liam now had the same size and strength.

"You’re not going anywhere, McAllister," Liam growled, his voice thick with authority. Hunter’s struggles became more frantic, but it was too late. A blow from Rob's fist to the back of his head sent him crashing to the floor and unconscious before he could even react. The room was silent except for the faint sound of Hunter's breathing as he lay motionless on the floor. Rob stood there, his eyes wide with shock, while Liam caught his breath and looked down at the

"The hell Rob, you nearly fucked it up" Liam complained. He kicked Hunter’s limp body, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Then, Liam leaned over Hunter and sedated him with a syringe.

Rob swallowed hard, still trying to process the chaos that had just unfolded. "Holy shit... We really did it. This is insane. Are you sure you can pull this off? Being Hunter?"

Liam smirked, amused by Rob's question. His attention shifted to Hunter’s phone lying on the ground, still buzzing with notifications. With a quick shove of Rob aside, he grabbed the phone, a devilish smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He studied the sleek device in his hands. With a steady hand, he activated the phone’s face recognition. A second later, the screen unlocked effortlessly. Liam felt a jolt of satisfaction—he was in. He glanced at Rob, who was still watching him, eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Liam nodded toward the phone, giving Rob a wicked grin.

"Let me show you, how I can pull this off." Liam’s voice was low, almost too casual, as he dialed a number from Hunter’s contact list—someone who clearly held a special place in Hunter’s life. The call went through, and after a few rings, a sweet, unsuspecting voice answered.

"Hey, babe," came the voice on the other end. It was warm, familiar, and totally unaware of what was about to unfold.

Liam leaned back into the couch, his posture effortless yet commanding.

"Hey, beautiful," he replied smoothly, his voice deep and gravelly, the tone that had always gotten Hunter what he wanted. "You miss me?" Rob’s eyes were wide as he watched Liam’s every move.

The change in Liam’s tone, his entire demeanor, was so complete that Rob couldn’t help but marvel at how easily he slipped into this new persona. It was like watching a completely different person take control, and for a moment, Rob couldn’t even see his best friend. He saw Hunter McAllister. Liam then reached into his pants, playing with his new dick while talking to Hunter's girlfriend.

"I always miss you," came her response, her voice warm and affectionate. She giggled, clearly happy to hear from him.

Liam’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward, making sure his voice was low, smooth, and teasing.

"I know, I know. I’ve been caught up in things… How about we fix that tonight? I’m all yours, babe."

Rob could barely breathe, his gaze glued to Liam as the act unfolded in real-time. It was perfect—the way Liam's body language shifted, how he held the phone with just the right level of intimacy.

Her voice fluttered on the line, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend wasn’t, in fact, on the other side of the screen.

"I can’t wait to see you tonight." Liam held the phone in front of him, his eyes glinting as he played the role to perfection. But then, as if something darker stirred within him, he made a quick decision. Without warning, he switched the call to video.

The screen flashed as her face appeared, her bright smile lighting up her features. She looked gorgeous. Liam didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes narrowing on her image. He studied her—watched her speak, listened to the way her voice quivered with longing. His heart raced, but not with affection. It was power, pure and simple.

As she continued, Liam mimicked Hunter’s movements with precision—flexing his defined body in front of the camera. His smile was the perfect mix of cocky and seductive, like he knew exactly what to say, exactly how to look at her.

"You miss me, huh?" Liam’s voice dropped lower, a mix of charm and command. He slowly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me more about that."

The look on her face made Rob’s stomach twist. She was captivated—completely unaware that the man she was speaking to wasn’t the one she thought. Her smile deepened, her eyes softening as she spoke.

"I’ve missed everything about you, Hunter. Your touch, your presence... everything. Why don’t you come over right now?"

Liam’s grin widened, but there was something darker in his eyes now. His gaze flicked to Rob, catching his best friend’s stunned expression. Rob’s mouth was slightly agape, his eyes darting between the screen and Liam. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Liam gave Rob a small, almost predatory smile, then returned his attention to the screen. He leaned in even closer, his face filling the camera frame. His voice dropped, laced with just the right amount of arrogance and seduction.

"I’m still busy, but I promise I’ll be there. You want me to make it worth your while?" He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched her react.

She visibly melted at his words, leaning closer to her phone. "Of course, I do," she replied breathlessly.

Liam felt a grimace twist on his face, but he quickly hid it, shifting back into the role. Inside, though, a small part of him recoiled at how easy it was to manipulate her. He could feel the disgust gnawing at him, but buried it deep, focusing on the thrill of the moment.

"Good," he said, softening his voice now, mimicking the tenderness Hunter used to make people crave his affection. "I’ll be over soon. And when I get there, you’re gonna get everything you’ve been waiting for."

He could hear her heart racing over the phone. She was practically entranced. It was all too easy.

Rob stood silent, his mouth dry, eyes wide. He could barely process the level of control Liam had over the situation. It felt surreal. "Dude..." he whispered, his voice full of awe. "She has no fucking clue."

Liam just smirked, power radiating in his eyes. Without making another face, Liam gestured with his free hand as if someone was giving him a blowjob.

As the call ended, Liam leaned back on the couch, letting out a slow breath. He turned to Rob, his expression cool and calm, though his mind was still racing.

Liam burst into laughter. "Man, all those hours of acting class really paid off."

"You nailed it. She had no clue. You’re a fucking genius!" Rob agreed, still in shock.

Liam's smirk grew wider as he admired his reflection in the mirror. "I think the guy on the ground wears my favorite piece."

He slowly removed his own clothing, stripping off the black beanie and undershirt, then reaching for Hunter's signature flannel shirt with deliberate care.

He then started to flex his upper body once again. Throwing a challenging gaze at Rob.

"This," he said quietly, "is how you impersonate someone. Not just with looks, but with presence."

Rob’s jaw clenched, his admiration mixed with something else. "Man, you are him," he muttered, still in shock.

Liam’s eyes flashed. "And this is just the beginning..."

Liam’s eyes flicked down to the phone screen as another message popped up. His fingers hesitated over the glass, then he glanced back at Rob, who was still marveling at the transition from Liam to Hunter, completely unaware of what was happening.

The message was from Hunter’s roommate, Kyle Singer.

"Yo, I canceled the trip to my hometown. How about gym session later and I’m not about to go without you, bro. Don't make me drag your ass. Let me know."

Liam's lips curled into a grin as he read it, feeling a pulse of excitement run through him. This was a perfect opportunity to slip deeper into Hunter's life. He'd already seduced Hunter's girlfriend, taken his place with ease, and now, with Kyle expecting him to join for the gym, the stage was set to solidify his new persona. He could keep this up indefinitely. All he had to do was play his cards right. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a quick reply:

"Sure bro, let's meet at home."

Liam set the phone down with a satisfied smirk. Perfect.

Turning back to Rob, Liam leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, his eyes scanning Hunter’s apartment with a newfound sense of ownership. "You know," he began, his voice slow and deliberate, "it’s funny. Being Hunter... Finally, I’m gonna take over his whole life. I’ll live like him. Study like him. Hit the gym like him. People will think I’m him, and no one will suspect a thing."

Liam's tone shifted, becoming more relaxed as he leaned against the couch. Rob, watching Liam's every move, began to accept that his best friend was now fully assuming the role of Hunter McAllister.

"That’s crazy," Rob said, still laughing, almost in disbelief. "But I gotta say, you are pulling it off. No one could tell the difference."

Liam leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with cold determination. "Exactly. Studying engineering will be a breeze. And the sports thing—he practically has a scholarship. People expect him to show up, perform, and be perfect. That’s how I’m gonna live. I’ll hit the gym like he would. I’ll study like he would. I’ll party like he would. Just like this. The more I live as him, the more real it feels. And once I’m in his routine, there will be a new Hunter."

Rob was nodding along, still fascinated. "Man... this is getting weirdly legit."

Liam’s smile widened, the edges taking on a predatory gleam. "I won’t just be him—I’ll be better than him." As the words left his mouth, his mind raced with possibilities.

For a moment, Liam almost forgot about Rob, too consumed by his plans. But when he turned to gauge Rob’s reaction, something shifted. Rob was still leaning back against the couch, his gaze distant as he processed what Liam had said. He seemed oddly comfortable, almost reassured by the idea that, despite everything, his friend hadn’t really changed.

"Yo, let's get rid of this body for now. Let’s stash him in my room."

They quickly moved the real Hunter into his own room, ensuring no one would find him. He’d be out cold for nearly a day.

"So, what’s next on Hunter’s list?" Rob asked, excitement lacing his voice.

"Well, I've got all the time I need."

"How about you prove to me once again that your performance as Hunter is flawless?"

"Dude, you need another demonstration after I already fooled his girlfriend?"

"Sure, why not?"

Liam leaned in, his voice dropping low, teasing, but with something darker simmering beneath. "You want to see the new Hunter in action, huh? You want to see me in action?"

Rob’s eyes were practically glued to him now, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, man, show me."

Liam paused for a moment, savoring the power he felt with Rob hanging on his every word. He stood up and finally pulled on Hunter’s flannel shirt. Turning to Rob with a dangerous grin, he soaked in the moment, clearly enjoying the sensation of wearing Hunter's shirt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent—his own new musk. Effortlessly, he adjusted the fit, making sure his hair was in place.

"Alright," Liam said, his voice dropping lower, more controlled, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "You're gonna get your wish." He took a slow, deliberate step toward Rob, making his movements feel like a storm gathering force. "I am Hunter McAllister."

Liam took a few more calculated steps forward, his body shifting with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. His arms flexed, his shoulders tensed. He gripped Hunter’s flannel shirt, twisting it slightly as though the final piece of the puzzle was falling into place. A slow, deliberate crack of his neck followed, the movement as natural as breathing. It sent a chill down Rob’s spine. That was something Hunter always did when gearing up for something. The action spoke volumes, a silent declaration of power.

Rob’s heart was lodged in his throat now, his body trembling. A mix of fear and excitement twisted in his stomach, every fiber of his being desperate to see how far this would go.

Liam’s eyes narrowed as he embraced Hunter’s imposing posture. He shifted, subtly puffing out his chest, making himself seem even larger than before. He straightened his back, shoulders wide, exuding an undeniable aura of dominance. As he locked eyes with Rob, the world seemed to fade away. In that instant, it was as though Liam had fully transformed into Hunter—but now Hunter carried the menace of Liam, and Rob could feel it in every inch of his body.

Liam's grin turned into a dangerous expression. "What the fuck?" His voice dropped an octave and sounded menacing. "Who the hell are you? You think you can just waltz in here like nothing's wrong?" His words dripped with contempt, mirroring the exact tone Hunter used when he was at his most intimidating. "Answer me, you piece of shit!"

Rob’s breath hitched in his chest, his heart racing faster than his mind could process. He could feel the shift in the room, the raw energy radiating from Liam. He could barely speak, but he managed to whisper a trembling, "Holy shit."

Liam moved like lightning. In a single fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, leaning in so close that Rob could feel the heat of his breath. His eyes were dark, calculating, as though he was sizing Rob up—inspecting him the way Hunter would scrutinize someone he planned to destroy.

"You think this is just a game, don’t you?" Liam’s voice was a low growl, each word laced with menace. The edge to his tone sent a spike of adrenaline through Rob’s veins. The room felt suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened. Rob couldn’t look away. "Scared? You better be."

Rob tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Whether it was fear or fascination that held him in place, he wasn’t sure—but he couldn’t tear his gaze from Liam. "N-No..." he stammered, his voice betraying his own fear.

"Then take a whiff." Liam straightened up, a wicked smile playing around his lips. He grabbed Rob's head by the hair and pulled him into his armpits. Rob, caught up in the intensity of the moment, surrendered to the role play, a strange sensation flooding through him as he allowed himself to savor the closeness of Hunter's arrogance.

But then, a noise shattered the calm. The front door creaked open.

Liam froze, his entire body going rigid. Rob didn’t notice right away, too absorbed in the lingering remnants of Hunter’s scent, until the distinct sound of footsteps in the hallway broke through his focus.

"Shit, that’s Kyle," Rob muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. He looked up, startled by the sudden shift in Liam’s demeanor. "I thought he was out of town?"

Liam’s face twisted into a dark, sharp smile. The sound of Kyle’s footsteps grew louder, and Rob didn’t see it coming—not the shift in Liam’s expression, nor the sudden tension that radiated from him. The uneasy calm settling in like the quiet before a storm.

"Piss off, you sad fucker." Liam shoved Rob away from him in a low, cold voice. Rob sank to the floor, trembling and blinking in confusion. "Get the fuck up, nerd. Now!"

"What's going on here? What's..." Rob whimpered.

Then Kyle entered the room, confusion flickering across his face as his eyes darted between Rob and Hunter, who was towering over the nerd on the floor. But that confusion quickly twisted into a sneer.

"What the hell is this?" Kyle muttered, eyes scanning Hunter up and down. His gaze shifted to Rob, still lying frozen on the ground.

"Hunter, what is this idiot doing in here?"

Liam didn’t flinch. His lips curled into a smirk, colder than anything Rob had ever seen. "Caught this weirdo sniffing around our place," Liam said smoothly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of something dangerous. "Fortunately, I came home at the right time. At first, I thought someone was trying to steal from us. But imagine my surprise when I found this dude... sniffing at our underwear!"

Rob’s heart raced in his chest. This had to be a joke. A sick, twisted prank. Liam was just playing the part of Hunter, right? Rob was certain he had some sort of plan—maybe to knock out Kyle and laugh about it afterward. This was part of Liam’s plan, wasn’t it?

Liam turned his gaze to Rob, his eyes cold, filled with disdain.

"So, this is how it’s going to be, huh?" he said, his voice harsh, each word deliberate, cutting through the air like a blade.

"I catch you snooping around my place, sneaking around like some rat? You thought you could just waltz in here?"

Rob’s breath caught in his throat, his mind scrambling to make sense of the words. It felt like the room had suddenly tightened around him, the weight of Liam’s accusation pressing down hard.

"Liam—wait, no, I—" Rob tried to speak, but the words stumbled out weakly, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief.

But Liam—Hunter—cut him off, his tone icy, relentless. "Save it."

"Don't try to take me for a fool, wimp," he snapped. "Do you think you'll get out of here without consequences?" Liam took a step forward and pushed his way into Rob's personal space, causing him to instinctively crawl back. Kyle stood behind Rob, who was now fully engaged in the moment. He grinned and let out a laugh.

"Look at that loser," he mocked. "A pathetic nerd like you? Did you really think you could just come in here and do your thing?" Rob froze, his heart hammering in his chest.

What was happening? This wasn’t a joke. This was real. His best friend—Liam—was betraying him.

Liam smirked, watching Rob’s hesitation, the gleam in his eyes cold and calculating. Rob wanted to speak, to argue, but his throat tightened, each breath feeling harder to take. This couldn’t be happening. He had to be misreading this—there was no way. Not like this. Not Liam.

The betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His best friend was turning on him.

"Liam, please," Rob whispered, his voice barely a breath. "You’re my friend… What’s going on?"

Liam’s expression twisted into something darker, more malicious, as if the mask of friendship had slipped away completely. He didn’t even flinch. Slowly, he stepped even closer to Rob, his presence overwhelming. His voice dropped to a low growl.

"Shut up. My name is Hunter. Don’t talk to me like you know me."

To their surprise, Kyle grabbed Rob by the collar and yanked him forward with one violent movement. Rob gasped and tried to free himself from Kyle's iron grip. This was no longer a game. There was no punchline. Liam wasn't playing along - he was all in.

"You’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out already," Kyle growled, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "But maybe we’ll have some fun with you first."

Without warning, he shoved Rob aside, sending him stumbling toward the wall. Rob collided with it, the impact sending a jolt through his body, struggling to stay upright as his heart dropped into his stomach. Kyle’s laugh echoed through the room, dark and cruel.

"You're pathetic. I always knew you and your faggot friend were a couple of weirdos on campus," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you. What a joke."

Rob staggered to regain his balance, panic rising in his chest like a wave. He had to get out of here. But the slow, crushing realization settled in: Liam wouldn’t help him. Liam had chosen this. He’d chosen Hunter—the life that came with power. And Rob… Rob was nothing more than a casualty of that choice.

"Throw that useless fucker out, Kyle. He's lucky we didn't call the cops." Hunter ordered with an icy finality. His voice was so cold, so unfeeling. The weight of those words hit Rob like a punch in the gut. There was no turning back.

Kyle pushed Rob towards the door, disgust clearly written on his face. "Get out of here. Before we decide to show you what happens when you forget your place." Rob opened his mouth, trying to find the words to fight back, but they wouldn't come. His throat was tight, his chest heavy with emotion. There was no chance. This was no longer a joke. The door slammed shut behind him for good, and Rob stood alone in the hallway. His knees wobbled beneath him, the full weight of betrayal crashing over him. Liam had sacrificed Rob.

————

When Rob arrived at home, desperation clawed at him. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to contact Liam, praying that somehow, Liam wasn’t really abandoning him—that this wasn’t the reality he’d been left in. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it.

Frantically, he sent message after message, each one more urgent than the last. But no matter how many times he hit send, Rob didn’t receive a response. Not a single word from Liam.

Defeated, Rob collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at his phone as he scrolled through his friend’s stories. The weight of everything pressing down on him, he drifted aimlessly through the posts, until an idea suddenly struck him. He hesitated for a moment, then checked Hunter’s account.

Shocked, but somehow less surprised than he expected, Rob saw it: Hunter posting pictures of his workout, Kyle standing proudly by his side.

Hours passed, and more evidence piled up. His stomach churned as he saw more: Liam was at the girlfriend’s place now, exactly as he had planned hours before, stepping fully into the role he’d chosen. Rob’s heart twisted in his chest.

The moment Hunter posted a new selfie, showcasing his toned upper body, Rob couldn't help but feel a wave of envy wash over him. He stared at the image, his heart tightening. Hunter’s life—Liam’s life—looked perfect, and it made Rob feel small in comparison. All he could think about was Hunter’s girlfriend, getting fucked by the one and only Hunter McAllister.

[thesuitaskin]

Discarded Habit

"I can't believe you actually convinced me to step into a place like this," I admitted, shaking my head. My friend Henry had finally talked me into going to the gym with him.

"I’m really glad you’re joining me, Jacob. It's an investment in your future," he said, giving me a playful slap on my butt.

"I just hope you won’t be disappointed in me. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep up with you," I replied, flashing a shy smile.

"Don’t worry," Henry reassured me. "Our coach for the first session should be perfect. I’ve heard he always makes sure everyone feels comfortable and stays motivated. Remember, Isabell recommended this place, and you know her. That's why I booked the same coach as she did."

As we arrived at the gym way earlier than needed, I took in the atmosphere of the place. I had expected something more polished, considering Isabell's recommendation. But this place didn’t quite match that image. We were greeted by a young woman at the front desk. When Henry mentioned our session with Fabien, she surprised us by saying that he wouldn’t be available.

"I’m really sorry," she said, "We tried to reach you over the past few days, but didn’t get a response. However, we can offer you a session with Damien instead. Is that okay?"

What a start. I rolled my eyes, scanning the gym again, still trying to figure out what Isabell saw in it. It seemed more like a gym for fitness dudes than the luxury wellness retreat I had imagined. This Fabien guy must have been a lot more likable than just in terms of coaching skills.

I glanced at Henry, and he immediately noticed my frustration combined with my high expectations for the place.

"Yeah, damn, you really tried to call me," Henry muttered. "Well, we’re here now, so I guess we should give it a shot."

"That's great to hear!" she replied cheerfully. "Once again, we’re really sorry Fabien isn’t available. I see you’re a few minutes early, but that’s no problem. It’s getting late, and there are only a few people left. Feel free to head to the locker rooms over there, and if you like, you can check out or even try some of our machines if you’re comfortable with them. Damien will be with you for your session in about 30 minutes. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me or any of our staff. Enjoy your time, guys."

With that, she waved us off. We followed her directions, changed into our sports gear, and entered the expansive gym hall. At this hour, there were only a few guys left, so we had plenty of space to ourselves.

We checked out some of the machines, and when I walked into the free weights area, my eyes immediately locked onto two hunks in front of the mirrors, posing and checking themselves out.

"If I were a straight 'Chad,' I guess this would be my place to go," I muttered under my breath.

"Don't be so toxic, Jacob," Henry replied, giving me a disapproving look. "There's no point in making sweeping generalizations. You always complain about people judging you, so be better than that and give it a try."

"Okay, but that's exactly why I avoid places like this," I said. "I can't stand guys who are so full of themselves."

The guys in front of us burst into laughter, and I caught a scornful glance from the guy with the brown hair, which quickly shifted back to his reflection. It immediately took me back to my high school and college days when the jocks used to mock me for my body type.

"Look, Jacob, maybe our coach will show you how to properly do some deadlifts," Henry joked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, feeling skeptical.

Henry then approached me from behind and gave me a hug. "Thanks again for coming with me," he said, his voice warm.

Although I appreciated Henry’s closeness, it wasn’t enough to change my mindset. Uncomfortable with him making our relationship so obvious in front of everyone, I glanced around and met the disapproving gaze of the blond guy, just a few feet away.

I couldn’t help but stare at the striking figure of the blond guy, despite sensing his clear dislike for us. His attention shifted back to his weights, and he resumed his workout.

"Hey, Jacob, follow me, check this out. This is the exercise I love most," Henry called from a distance.

Ignoring my doubts, I focused solely on Henry. He even managed to pique my interest in finally starting our session, though we were still waiting for Damien.

More than 30 minutes passed, and the gym was nearly empty. Another ten minutes went by before Henry was about to ask the woman at the entrance when Damien would arrive. But just as he was about to go, the blond guy approached us. I was surprised; I had thought he’d already left. Curiosity stirred in me—what did he want?

"Eve told me you booked a two-hour intro session with Fabien. Well, I’m substituting for him today. I’m Damien," he said flatly, his tone lacking enthusiasm.

"Alright, this is Jacob and I am Henry." Henry flashed a grin

"Cool. Let's get started."

Destiny must be playing a cruel joke on me—this guy was Damien? A wave of frustration washed over me. I looked at Henry with a questioning gaze, hoping this was all some kind of prank, but Henry just shrugged his shoulders and followed Damien without a word.

"Okay, guys. Best way to start is with a warm-up. I suggest 20 minutes of cardio on the treadmill," Damien said flatly.

"That's quite long..." Henry wondered.

Damien set up each treadmill, and we began to run. After a few minutes of watching us, probably to make sure we weren’t making any mistakes, Damien walked off and resumed his own workout.

"Is he for real?" I asked, out of breath and in disbelief.

"Wow, he couldn’t care less," Henry replied, his baffled expression confirming my impression of Damien.

"Well, let’s just keep going and see what he does next," Henry suggested, trying to calm me down.

"Wow," I muttered again, still processing the situation.

--

After finishing the full 20 minutes on the treadmill, Damien made no effort to rejoin us.

"I can't believe I spent all the money so this selfish guy could laze around and ignore us," Henry complained, frustrated. Henry's reaction calmed me somewhat, but I was still worried. I knew that Henry's promise to make a motivational impact had now completely turned around.

Henry stormed off to Damien, clearly declaring his expectations. Seemingly annoyed, Damien stopped working out.

"No need to make such a fuss, boy," Damien replied disrespectfully, clearly holding back a smug grin.

"Just be the coach I paid you for," Henry retorted, obviously ignoring Damien's impudence.

Damien returned, visibly unmotivated, and indifferently showed us the exercises that would be useful on the bench press. He seemed bored, briefly explaining what to focus on and how we could check each other's form for mistakes. He assessed our first attempts, with Henry requiring less assistance since he was already a bit more practiced.

"Looks like you're doing well. Now, do three sets of twelve repetitions for each exercise, resting for two minutes between sets." Again, Damien seemed ready to continue his own training, but this time Henry addressed it more directly.

"Can you please keep an eye on us? The goal is to perform the exercises correctly." Henry was clearly irritated with Damien. The whole atmosphere felt tense. But for Henry's sake, I held back any comments and tried to make the best of the situation.

We did our best to correctly perform the exercises shown to us, getting really into it. Supporting each other, and Henry’s bit of knowledge, made it enjoyable despite the circumstances. But as soon as Henry glanced over to see what Damien was doing, the mood shifted instantly.

Damien had turned away from us, taking selfies while flexing his shoulders and biceps. If it weren't for his rotten character, I could imagine falling for him—he literally had the body of a Greek statue.

"For God's sake, Damien! You don’t need to chat with us or fake interest, but at least do your job—make sure we’re practicing correctly. I paid more than 150 dollars for this."

Damien barely paid attention to Henry as he snapped a few more selfies. Once finished, he turned to Henry, provocatively asking what our problem was.

"Listen, dude. I’m getting paid to show you some exercises and introduce you to the machines—not less, not more. You're right, I have no interest in being friends. But if I see you’re doing the exercises correctly, I won’t keep staring at you while doing nothing. I know how to spend my time efficiently." Damien started walking away, with Henry following him, arguing. They moved out of my range, and I just stayed backed baffled at the bench press. I could see Henry getting angrier, while Damien’s expression remained unchanged.

They keept arguing when suddenly Damien left the gym, and Henry returned, looking furious and frustrated.

"Oh, I tell you, this was such..." Henry stopped mid-sentence, clearly thinking about something. He pulled out his phone and read a message.

"Damn it... Oh God, Jacob."

"What happened, Henry?"

"Isabell broke up with Kevin. She’s asking if I can stop by and talk to her."

"That's..."

"I’m so sorry, Jacob. Everything was supposed to motivate you, and we were supposed to have fun."

"I don’t blame you at all, Henry."

"Can you forgive me if I leave now? You know Isabell... I really have to support her."

"Uh, well, what am I supposed to do here? Damien clearly isn’t interested in coaching one of us properly."

"Yeah, I’ll talk to 'Eve' at the entrance. Maybe someone else can continue our—well, your—session."

"Why can’t I just leave too?"

"I paid way too much money for this, Jacob. Please stay. Maybe your experience here will turn around."

"Well, I could try at least." Though I was extremely annoyed with the place, I could feel Henry’s stress. I didn’t want to make things harder for him than they already were, so I agreed to stay.

He hugged me tightly and stormed off.

--

I waited impatiently to see if another coach would join me. The gym was nearly empty, with only three guys left, doing their own thing. To pass the time, I decided to bench press on my own. It was tough, but I saw it as a challenge.

"You definitely shouldn’t do that alone." A pair of hands grabbed the bar and lifted it back into the rack.

I looked up in surprise and saw Damien again.

I was surprised that Damien was now willing to continue with me alone. Of course, I had hoped that someone nicer would step in, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel impressed as I saw Damien's muscles up close.

"Stop staring, you..." His words made me feel caught off guard and shocked, as I thought he was about to insult me. But he didn’t. I wasn't interested in continuing this charade any more than he was, but I did what Henry had asked me to do.

Aside from enjoying Damien’s muscle display, the rest of the session went much like before. He showed me the exercises, and shortly after, I was left alone again. After the second exercise, with only half an hour left, I gathered my courage and decided to confront Damien one last time about his behavior.

He was now bench pressing, his arm muscles nearly bursting from the strain. Immediatly after finishing his set he snapped another selfie, flexing and posing as hell. I had my troubles to hid my boner when I approached him.

"Hey Damien, I have to say, I was really hoping for a better and more motivating coaching. If not from you, then from someone else..." Suddenly, he couldn't help but grin smugly.

"Now you're complaining like your little friend did?"

"Well, that should tell you something about how you treat your customers."

"Keep it to yourself, please. I already explained it to your friend: I'll do the minimum you're paying for."

"Wow, at least you're being honest, but you're still doing a terrible job."

"Your kind just loves the drama, don't you?"

"Excuse me?! Your kind? Are you serious?"

"Straight serious!" Damien pronounced the word 'straight' with a touch of pride.

"Okay, I've had enough of this nonsense." I saw the arrogant smile on Damien's face, probably amused by my reaction.

I packed up my things and headed straight to Eve at the front desk to file a complaint.

"Hello, how can I help you? You don't look very happy."

"Well observed, darling. I'd like to file a complaint, and is there any way I can speak to your manager?"

"I'm really sorry to hear that. Could you at least tell me what caused your dissatisfaction?"

"This place is just..." My voice rose in anger as a tall figure appeared behind me. I turned around and saw Damien.

"Is there a problem, Eve?"

Damien asked with a false smile and fake friendliness. He tensed his entire torso to look as threatening as possible. Admittedly, he looked like a sex symbol, but his homophobic manner and arrogance disgusted me.

"Well, obviously he wanted to complain to you about something..." Eve explained. I couldn't believe it. Damien ran this place? Damien couldn't hold back his stupid grin in response.

"I've got everything under control, Eve. I think there's been a major misunderstanding." "Eve, pack your things. Most of the members have already left. I'll close everything up. Have a nice evening." Eve seemed unsettled but did as she was told, leaving us behind as she walked out of the place. When she was out of sight, Damien grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the reception desk.

"Listen you little prick. I tolareted you and your gay friend long enough at my gym. I really did my best, but you people always proof me right."

Too shocked to speak or even defend myself, he dragged me to the locker rooms.

I felt completely set back to my school days when I was bullied by the jocks. His violent insolence, combined with my fear, left me petrified. I didn’t want to provoke him further, so I endured everything quietly.

He more or less shoved me into a corner and took off his black top.

"Did you seriously think I hadn’t noticed your gawking looks? Do you know how disgusted I am when guys like you come to my gym just to jerk off?"

He suddenly tensed his entire upper body again, including his arms. If I hadn't been so afraid of his next move, I could have cum immediately.

Damien moved intimidatingly towards me and leaned over me.

"I bet that's what you were lusting after when you first saw me, right?" He pulled me by my hair and pressed my face against his cock. Perplexed by this new assault, I finally tried to fight back. But he easily held me in place. With my face pressed firmly against his member and struggling to breathe, I felt him bend down to whisper in my ear.

"You're definitely into that, aren't you? Look at you. You'd probably give me a blowjob of your own free will." Damien laughed with incomparable determination.

"I would have kicked you and your guy out a long time ago if your faggot of a boyfriend hadn't jumped into me first." With this, he yanked my head back and looked at me mockingly, barely holding back his laughter. Once I caught my breath, I paused for a moment to process what I had just heard.

"Oh Henry, fuck you!"

"Gotcha," he said, finally unable to hold back his laughter.

Feeling somewhat relieved that it was Henry, not Damien, who had put me through the wringer, I stood up and locked eyes with Damien.

"You’ve gone a bit overboard this time, don’t you think? I am bound to bruise."

"But you have to admit, my performance was pretty convincing," he replied, flashing me a cocky grin. I recognized it from Henry, but with Damien's face, it was definitely more sexy.

"I’d say Damien would have done a lot worse to you than I did if he’d had the chance. But you’re lucky I’m the one driving this Alpha now. Who would have thought he owned this gym?" he said proudly, starting to flex. "But it all fits, right?"

"I thought you were done possessing people."

"Well, I’ve kept it to a minimum, you're right. But when Damien revealed to me what an homophobic piece of shit he is, I thought it would be a good opportunity to turn this disastrous coaching session into something more fun."

"Well, for sure you did. He's a handsome fucker. You picked the right one, I'd say." I lusted for Damiens body while I watched him flexing.

"Hold your load, sucker." He commanded scornful in a determined voice merely intending the opposite. Henry knew exactly what my weaknesses were. He skillfully used Damien’s voice, channeling his self-absorption that he'd previously displayed in the gym.

"I’m really curious what Damien would do if he came face to face with you lusting over him."

"Wow, hold on" I laughed insecurely.

With a seductive depth in his voice, he leaned in close to my ear and began to whisper:

"Time to shower, what do you think? I could also force you to lick my sweaty armpits clean." he grinned.

"I could give you a blowjob too." I suggested excitedly.

"Only if you call me Damien from now on and show some respect," he mimicked a cocky expression I remembered from the real Damien. He flexed one last time, showcasing an impressive display of his back muscles.

We went into the showers and we fucked each other recklessly while Henry made sure to play the role of the homophobic Damien flawlessly.

After we were done Henry jumped out of Damien leaving him back under the running shower.

"Too bad, he is such an asshole." Henry gave me smile and we left the place behind us.

"You were right, Henry. You successfully changed the whole thing to the better. However, I am now more interested in what Isabell is doing in such a place with the mysterious Fabien." I laughed.

--

The next morning, I woke up alone in our bed. Henry must have already left. I went through my morning routine and prepared for work. When I arrived at the office, I received a message with pictures from an unknown number.

"Hey, gay one. I expect you on time this evening so that we can continue our session. I advise you to show up and don't bring your faggot friend with you. There will be only one cock tonight which you will take in your mouth. Understood? Sucker."

Fuck, Henry. That 'Chad' really did it to you.

[tristswipaccou]

Boyfriend's offer

When my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to be in his body for a day, I was eccentric.

Here’s the story. Eric and I had started dating six years ago, in the first six months nothing weird happened between us. One day, I saw a completely different man drunkenly stumbling on our door and crashing on the floor in front of me. I thought he had just stolen Eric’s key but no, it was Eric - trembling in a frame taller and heavier than what he had, but behind that drooling face was still him.

In the morning, I asked him how he even ended up in a body like that. He responded that it was something he could do since he was younger, explaining it to me as if it was something normal. It was something he used to do a lot until he grew up apparently, using it for beers and money as a teenager but did not see a use for it as he got older. In the back of my mind, I could not believe it. This man in front of me was supposedly my boyfriend, despite being somehow taller and older.

It took me a while to wrap my mind around the entire idea, somehow he is just able to be other people? The next month, he would show his skills to me again, inviting some of his friends over and possessing them in front of me. One half of him would act like nothing changed, and his other half of him would be so intrigued. He would hug me and walk around shirtless as if he was still in his own body, and after an hour or two, he would leave their body peacefully and they would act like nothing even happened.

After that, he would start doing it over and over, at least once a week he would come home in the body of his co-worker or someone he saw in the gym - sometimes being his boss if he felt like it. Then he’d start doing it longer too, it started until after dinner, then he would stay there for two or so days.

And now today, he would do it so often I would not even know who was walking through the door at the end of the day. I had gotten used to it now, hell, I found a thrill in it. But I did miss seeing his face sometimes. I told him this one night, as we both laid in bed, as he was in the body of some gym bro he was newly obsessed with. “I miss seeing you” - I said. I saw the lights in his borrowed face dimmer as I said this.

After a lengthy discussion, his offer lingered. “Do you want to try being me?” he asked, I did not even know he could do it the other way around. I rotted in the silence, before admitting a silent yes.

The next night, he asked me again, but with his own body this time. I answered again, even despite his worries. And in the morning, I woke up in our bed alone.

I left the room, and looked at myself in the mirror. And then I realised the thrill was there again. Eric was much more handsome and bigger than me, I could never understand why he did this possession thing when he looked better than half the men he became. But I felt that joy behind it, and I understood why he did it. And I'm feeling it in Eric’s body none of the less.

I stood there, a complete contrast from my old self, but now standing as everything I loved. Encapsulated in sweat and muscles, formed by hair and veins. His face, looking back at me. And I really understood it all.

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The Junk draw adventures

I arrived home from a depressing day at wor. the sky was gloomier than ever. I sat down into the sofa, not even thinking of changing out of my damp suit. I was home with nothing to do. My mind was racing to think of at least something to do. This was when I remembered my “Junk draw” that was near my dresser. I opened it to find gifts I thought I left in the past.

Just the scent of the draw was killing me, it was so good. Without hesitation I stripped out of my suit and stood naked, grabbing one of the underwear’s and beginning my adventures Again.

Body One was Daniel. I remember him well. He was the previous boss of my work. I somehow stole his underwear from his gym, it was truly a wonder how I wasn’t caught, I do miss him. It’s sad that he was arrested but he had it coming. Besides all the memories attached to it, this body was amazing, the bald head, small beard, beefy pecs and strong legs that made this body Daniels.

Body Two, it was my Cousin Alex’s? When where these in here? Oh yea the sleep over after he became an extreme alcoholic. I haven’t heard of him since he started to move to the seaside and take drinking again, how longs it been? 7... 8 months? Still confused why this is here, sure the beard is nice but that’s the only redeeming quality. I feel like I’m a pig being cooked alive, how is he so warm all the time?

Body Three! It’s the wrestler from Craigslist. I still haven’t found out who he is. But this body is underpriced for the 15 bucks I spent on it. I feel like a powerhouse, I’m unstoppable in this body. These powerful and huge Cavs, the bulky and smooth muscle on my arms, a deep, hairy, masculine chest and a threatening, near hairless head. God this is such a amazing body, I’ll revisit him later.

Body Four and it seemed like the guy from the dock. Sure, finding random underwear from the bathroom on sounds disgusting but when you get a body like this out of it, it’s worth the price. Especially for all this stomach hair. Don’t forget about these legs, they are long as hell. Luckily that’s not the only long thing about this body. It’s a odd yet rewarding feeling being this lanky yet buff.

Body Five and it was my brother’s, I got this pair of underwear when he was at his prime, didn’t fall to alcohol like our cousin. I know Alex and Rhis’ lives are hard but not THAT hard. Other things than life can be hard, learnt that from my brother it two ways, now and when I got this underwear. Sneaking around the house to get it was a pain because he monitored all that he owned.

Body Six was uncle Steve’s body. His briefs where hard to get too. Seeing as it’s hard to even know which country he’s in most of the time. I just wished he’d stay here with all of us. Sometimes I dream of doing that for him, putting on his Briefs and living his life so others don’t miss him. Last time I heard about him was 2 Weeks ago when he was at Route 66. But hey that has nothing to do with his redeeming factor, his body. I feel so good in here. I’m like a beefcake. I could kiss these babies for days

[thesuitaskin]

Take a Photo (Alternate Version)

One of my favorite caption stories by @2xskin Ideas had been floating around in my head for years, and still being hooked, I finally decided to explore it in my own way. It might be the start of something. https://maletransformation.blogspot.com/2015/12/seanday-treat-take-photo.html

“You want to take a photo? It’ll last longer,” John muttered as Ryan watched him flex.

“I didn’t know there was so much ink,” Ryan replied, already opening the camera on his phone.

John looked over at him and raised an eyebrow beneath the close-cropped hair. The trimmed beard sharpened the expression, made it look more severe, more confrontational. “I was being sarcastic,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh,” Ryan said, embarrassed, and turned his camera off.

“So what can you tell me?”

“About what?” John sighed.

“You know,” Ryan said carefully. “About John.”

John didn’t answer. He continued feeling the tight, muscular pectorals that sat heavy on his shoulders—solid, veined slabs of flesh that looked less like a body than a piece of equipment. Beneath his ribs, a black rose tattoo bloomed across his side, stark against tanned skin. A thin gold chain with a small cross lay against the center of his chest, catching the light every time he shifted.

In the mirror opposite, John turned slowly from side to side, studying his reflection with a calm, almost clinical focus, as if assessing whether everything was still in place.

He stretched, hooking his fingers into the skin of his tattooed bicep and pulling. The muscle swelled under his grip. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “This is a good fit. One of the best I’ve had.”

Ryan watched, saying nothing.

John lifted his chin. Not a big movement—just enough to lengthen his neck and square the line of his jaw. His head stayed tilted up like that, eyes hooded, gaze level with his own reflection. It made him look taller and even more full of himself. He didn’t drop his gaze once. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black FILA trunks and started to adjust them. He stepped slightly to one side, flexed his legs once, and watched how they tightened and relaxed. He made a small adjustment and looked again.

John picked up the smartwatch from the ground and slid it onto his wrist. He adjusted the strap with quick, practiced movements, then checked the display in the mirror.

Satisfied, he lowered his arm and reached for the pants.

He picked up the black athletic pants. Lightweight fabric. He shook them once, stepped into them, and pulled them up over his hips. The waistband settled just below the FILA lettering. He adjusted the height, checked it in the mirror, and left it there.

Then his eyes moved. They slid from the mirror to Ryan, slow and delayed, as if Ryan had only just entered the room.

“What the fuck,” John said quietly. “Why are you still here, you piece of shit?”

The voice was exact. Flat. Rough. No warmth at all. Ryan felt his chest tighten. “Ok Chad. Nice impression.”

“What’d you just call me?” he asked.

Ryan hesitated. John stepped forward. “You trying to be funny?” he said. Ryan backed up without meaning to. John closed the space and then shoved him. The wall stopped him.

“Don’t talk,” John said. “You’re already fucking this up.”

Ryan swallowed.

“You’re not him, Chad,” he said. “You’re just pretending.”

John smiled slightly.

“Yeah?” he said. “Then why are you shaking?” He leaned in close. Too close. “You say that name again,” he said quietly, “and I’ll see how brave you are when you’re on the floor.” John — the real one — had a short temper and had been inside for assault; this was his first week back on the streets.

Ryan didn’t answer. John straightened even more, satisfied. He looked back to the mirror, adjusted his stance, lifted his chin again. “Thought so,” he said. Then something shifted.

The hard set of his jaw loosened. The glare drained out of his eyes. The posture stayed — broad, confident — but the menace fell away like a coat being shrugged off.

John’s arrogant persona washed from his face.

“Well,” he said, almost casually, “that was easy.”

Ryan blinked, still pinned where he stood.

“There’s not much going on in his head,” John continued, voice lighter now, sharper in a different way. “Surface stuff. Anger issues. Habit. Reaction. Sucked it up real quick.”

Ryan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His hands were still shaking.

“That's fucked up. You were pretty convincing,” he said.

John smiled.

It didn’t belong on that face.

The expression was wrong somehow — too narrow, too familiar. Ryan could see Chad in it immediately, thin and sharp-eyed, the kid he’d known for years. Skinny Chad. The one who used to get shoved around in school corridors. The one who’d graduated with him only months ago.

Seeing that smile on John’s face unsettled him more than the threats had.

Ryan shook his head slowly. “And I still can’t believe it’s you in there.”

John glanced back at the mirror, then at Ryan. “But here we are.”

Ryan remembered the fight — how hard it had been. How John had thrown them both off more than once. How he’d gone straight for damage, elbows, head, anything he could reach. Not panic. Experience. He fought like someone who knew exactly where it hurt. Ryan could already feel the bruises forming under his shirt.

John rolled his shoulders once. “He’s strong,” he said. “And he doesn’t stop once he starts.”

Ryan didn’t answer right away. John’s voice had changed, but Ryan’s body hadn’t caught up. His shoulders were still tight, his hands still hurt where they’d hit the wall earlier, and the room felt quieter now. He looked at John and tried to line up what he was seeing with what he remembered.

Ryan still couldn’t believe it was Chad inside—thin and skinny Chad, someone he’d known for years. They’d only just finished high school together. It had taken both of them to subdue John; he was big and strong. A few times he’d managed to throw them both off. He fought dirty, something he’d learned from being inside or maybe as a kid. He knew how to hurt people. Ryan could still hear John's short, ugly laugh and already feel the bruises.

Ryan had finally got the needle into his ass, and the two of them lay on him until the juice started to work. Ryan sat in the corner holding his side as Chad unbuttoned his shirt.

“Help me, will you!” Chad muttered.

Ryan shook his head and could only watch as Chad pulled off his Hi Tops, socks, and skinny jeans. He only paused for a moment before pulling at John’s white underwear. There was hunger in Chad’s eyes as he looked at the lifeless monster that hung between John’s legs. Then he mouthed mine and grinned.

He started to feverishly pull at John’s neck, finding an edge he gently eased his fingers underneath. Ryan could see his concentration; it was like he wasn’t even there. Chad followed the edge high across John’s back, almost to the ends of his shoulders, then down following the line of his chest.

Ryan heard a snap, and John’s head was separated from his body. Chad threw it over and it landed in Ryan’s lap. John’s brown eyes stared up at him, cursing. Ryan could almost hear him vowing his untimely death. He brushed John’s eyes closed, fearing what might have been if he hadn’t been able to get that needle into him. Examining John’s head, Ryan still couldn’t believe what Chad was planning. Like himself, Chad had always been the victim—the skinny kid people picked on. Ryan pushed his hand into the empty neck and held up John’s head. Soon Chad would be taking on the identity of the local thug that ran the district.

When Ryan looked up, Chad had all but transformed into the twenty-seven-year-old and was forcing his arm down into John’s.

“You still want to go ahead with this?” Ryan asked.

Chad scrubbed at his brown shoulder-length hair. “Hell yeah, I’ve got nothing, except this now,” he said.

He started to feel his entire body—the thick strong arms, deep heavy chest, and tight abs. He closed his eyes and groaned as his stolen body reacted. He sighed and looked down.

“And this monster,” he muttered, giving it a couple of jerks. “Plenty of time for that later.”

He reached down and pulled on the underwear, struggling to cage the stolen manhood.

Ryan had told him to leave off John’s mask and just have the body, but Chad said he wanted the whole package.

“Give me it,” Chad said, pointing at the mask.

He looked into Chad’s blue eyes and handed it over. Ryan felt kind of sad seeing his friend swallowed up by John. He wondered if he’d ever see him again—the real Chad, he meant.

Chad pulled it over his head, and Ryan watched his thick long hair disappear under John. Chad pulled at his new face, pushing the mask’s features into place.

John blinked for the first time and looked over at Ryan. Chad’s blue eyes were lost; only John’s dark brown eyes remained as he smoothed out the joins, creating a seamless, undetectable transition.

----

John shifted his weight and looked at Ryan, casual now.

“You’re replaying it,” he said. “I can see it.”

Ryan swallowed.

“I’m processing all of it.” “It didn’t have to be like that,” Ryan said. “And you didn’t need to scare me like this.” “Yeah,” John said evenly, glancing back at the mirror, checking his posture, smiling. “But it felt great and it was fun.” Ryan took a step back without thinking. John noticed and smiled—not cruel this time, just certain. “Relax,” he said. “You’re still useful.”

John then forced Ryan on his knees while pushing down his own pants. In an instant John’s monster dick jumped into Ryan’s face.

Finally. Ryan, driven by lust, was just about to start when John grabbed him by the hair with both hands. Without giving Ryan a chance to react, he rammed his cock down Ryan’s throat. Ryan quickly realized that John was only interested in his own satisfaction, but it was Ryan’s wet dream becoming reality.

“Now be the good little cocksucker,” John said confidently. “You can feel honored, I don’t let a fag suck me off every day.”

Ryan did so and tried to ignore the pain and not gag as he listened to John's taunts. A stain became visible in his own pants.

John shot his load recklessly into Ryan’s throat. “Fuuuuuck!” With a single deep groan and full of relief, John pushed Ryan away and turned around.

John picked up his black T-shirt like nothing had happened. No pause. No glance back. He shook the fabric out once and pulled it over his head. The cotton dragged across his shoulders before settling into place, the red stag spreading tight across his chest. He tugged the hem straight with a quick, practiced movement, then lifted his chin and smoothed the collar flat against his throat with two fingers, checking the fit in the mirror.

When John finished, he looked exactly as he had before Ryan and Chad had taken him down. Ryan watched in silence — heart still racing, breath uneven.

Suddenly a tune came up from Chad’s pile of clothes dumped on the floor. John glanced at Ryan, then bent down to dig through the piece and grab John’s ringing phone.

Ryan watched in silence as John tapped the screen and answered — his demeanor changed immediately.

“Tony, you fucking jerkoff, where the hell are you?”

He started pacing the small room, cocking his head with a wide grin on his face — the same one Ryan had seen on the unfortunate original not thirty minutes earlier.

“Man, I was right behind you. Then your girlfriend wanted to go into that clothes store. No way I was hanging around while she tried on a bunch of crap.”

Ryan smirked, and John shot him a look. Ryan’s mouth snapped shut, frozen by excitement or fear.

"Nah mate, I shouted I was going for a piss, but that bird of your must have been hanging off your ear. Bitch, you should get rid of her, she’s always nagging you." Ryan saw a glint in his eyes, John was notorious for not giving a fuck. John laughed.

“Nah, I’m just messing with you. She’s fine.”

He glanced at Ryan and made a quick jerking motion in front of his dick.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck. Look, I’ll meet you at that fancy cafe on the second floor in twenty. Yeah, like I care if she brings her friend.”

He hung up.

“Jerk,” he muttered under his breath.

John then shot a look at Ryan and held out a hand.

Ryan hesitated before taking it. John’s grip closed around his wrist and hauled him upright without effort, like pulling dead weight off the floor. He didn’t let go right away. He stood too close, crowding Ryan’s space, forcing him to look up.

“I know what I just did.” John said. His voice was lower, steadier, stripped of the earlier menace but not softened.

Ryan nodded, uneasy, eyes fixed on the familiar face that didn’t feel familiar at all. This was the same man who’d pinned him to the wall minutes earlier, who’d scared him without even raising his voice.

“I wanted you to see it work.” He gave Ryan’s wrist a brief squeeze before letting go. “It’s still me in here.”

Ryan swallowed. He wanted to believe that.

“I’ll be in touch,” John said. “Couple days. Maybe more.” He stepped back, already shifting into that confident, street-ready posture. “Once I get Tony alone, I’ll call you. Then you can dump that bitch and we can do all sort of things.”

With a smug grin, he pushed Ryan aside and walked away...

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Swap Clinic: Dad's New Bod Part 3

Read Parts 1 and 2 by vice versa here.

I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that makes you regret every decision from the night before. But as I lay there, the memories started flooding back—Tyler’s hands on me, the way he’d kissed me, the way he’d moaned when I touched him. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. Damn, that was hot.

Last night had been… incredible. Telling Tyler I was Arthur, letting him believe it, just giving in to the moment—it had felt so right. The way he’d looked at me, like I was everything he’d ever wanted… I hadn’t felt that kind of desire in years. Decades, maybe. And now, lying here with him curled up against me, his breath warm on my chest, I couldn’t help but want more.

But reality was starting to creep in. The alcohol haze was fading, and I knew Tyler would wake up soon. What then? Last night, he’d been able to suspend disbelief, to pretend I was Arthur. But in the cold light of day, that fantasy wouldn’t hold.

I needed a plan. Something to keep the illusion alive, just a little longer. If I could convince him I was still Arthur, maybe we could… well, maybe we could do it again. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t felt this alive in years.

Tyler stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he just blinked up at me, confused. Then it all came rushing back—the realization hitting him like a freight train. He sat up abruptly, pulling the sheet around him, his face a mix of horror and disbelief.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “What did we… I mean, you’re… oh my god.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, trying to look casual. “Morning, Ty,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep. “Sleep okay?”

He stared at me, his eyes wide. “Dad, we… last night, we… I thought you were Arthur. I thought—”

I cut him off with a laugh, shaking my head. “Ty, what are you talking about? I’m Arthur. Your dad and I swapped back a week ago, remember?”

He froze, his brow furrowing. “What? No, we didn’t. You’re still… you’re still in Arthur’s body. You’re my dad.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. “Dude, are you okay? No, I’m not.”

He shook his head, his voice rising. “No, that’s not possible.”

I smirked, leaning closer. “Oh, so what you’re telling me is… you let your dad suck you off last night? Gross, dude. Haha.”

His face turned bright red, and he looked like he was about to bolt. “I… I didn’t… I thought you were Arthur!”

I shrugged, still grinning. “Well, I am. So I guess you’re in the clear.”

He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing. I could see the gears turning in his head, the doubt creeping in. He wanted to believe me. He needed to believe me. And I was going to make sure he did.

“Look,” I said, my tone softening. “I get it. That whole body swap thing was a lot to process. But we swapped back already dude. And last night… well, last night was amazing. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “I… I don’t know. This is so messed up.”

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It doesn’t have to be. Just… let go, Ty. You know you want to.”

For a long moment, he just stared at me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Okay. But… you’re really Arthur, right?”

I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “Of course I am.”

Tyler groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up in bed. “Ugh, my head is killing me. I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

I smirked, sitting up beside him. “Well I've got just the thing to make you feel better.”

I leaned in, kissing him deeply. He hesitated for a moment, but then he melted into it, his hands finding their way to my shoulders. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was still trying to reconcile what was happening. But I wasn’t going to give him time to think. Not now.

I pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him. His eyes widened as I positioned myself between his legs, my hands sliding down his chest. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. “I’ll take care of you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but I didn’t give him the chance. I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands roaming over his body. He moaned into my mouth, his resistance crumbling.

I reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking myself up quickly. He gasped as I pressed against him, his hands gripping the sheets. “Wait, I—”

“Shh,” I interrupted, kissing him again. “Trust me.”

He hesitated, but then he nodded, his body slowly relaxing under mine. I pushed in slowly, giving him time to adjust, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The way he felt around me, the way he moaned my name—Arthur’s name—it was intoxicating.

“God, Ty,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. “I wish you’d told me about your little crush on me sooner. We could’ve been doing this so much earlier.” I said, thrusting my lubed up cock back and forth in his hole.

He moaned, his hips lifting to meet mine. “I… I didn’t think you’d… oh god…”

I chuckled, thrusting deeper. “Yeah, well, you thought wrong. You’re mine now, Ty. And I’m not letting you go.”

His hands clawed at my back, pulling me closer as I picked up the pace. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the slick slide of our bodies moving together. It was raw, primal, and so damn good.

I could feel him tightening around me, his moans growing louder, more desperate. “Arthur, I’m… I’m close…”

“Me too,” I growled, my own release building fast. “Come on, Ty. Let go.”

With a cry, he came, his body shuddering beneath me. The sight of him, the feel of him, pushed me over the edge, and I followed him with a groan, burying myself deep inside him as I spilled.

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged. Then, slowly, I pulled out, collapsing beside him. He turned to look at me, his eyes wide, his face flushed.

“That… that was…” he started, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Amazing? Incredible? Life-changing?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I was going to say ‘insane,’ but yeah. All of the above.”

I leaned in, kissing him softly. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

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Swap Clinic: Dad’s New Bod Pt.1

Tyler: 

“Son! Hurry home as soon as you can! I’ve got l some important news.”

Oh geez, I wonder what it could be. I already had an idea…

My dads been going through some financial issues lately and I know he’s been highly considering in participating in the swap clinic.

 I still don’t know how I feel about it. Spends weeks inside of a strangers body? Sound really weird to me.  But I know he needs the cash so I guess I won’t judge. 

I just hope he’s not in some old guy or some weirdo. You never know when it’s just you going in. 

I started texting him, “ I’ll be home in a few.” 

“Great! I’ll see you soon!” 

Gosh, he seems excited… 

Heading home, I just finished up with my last class for the day and I was honestly tired. But I can at least muster enough energy for dad. 

I go to open the door and the first thing I see is someone I wasn’t expecting… it’s Arthur…. 

Arthur’s this guy on my campus that I’ve quietly had a crush on. We run in the same social circles but we’ve never hung out one on one. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to why I was so shocked to see him sitting on my couch… 

He grins at me and says, “Hey! You’re finally here!” 

“Uh…hey Arthur, have you seen my dad?” 

“Haha son don’t be silly! It’s me!” 

“Me who?” 

“It’s me your dad! I didn’t know you knew Arthur! I knew he wen’t to your school but that’s awesome that you know each other.” 

My eyes got wide and it sunk in. My dad went to the swap clinic and was matched with Arthur. Fuck! 

“Son, is everything okay?” 

“Uh, this is just a lot to process.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know– I thought maybe if I swapped with someone around your age that maybe we could bond a little more.” 

I was basically having tunnel vision by this point. 

Still not responding to dad or Arthur (I don’t really know what to calm at this point.)

All I knew was that I needed to sit down. 

“I might need just a minute.”

“Oh no worries! I’m going to go take a shower really quick. I went for a jog and I stink haha!”

Oh god, dad in Arthur’s body showering… this is too much.

I go to sit down and dad heads to his room.

I needed to calm down, I repeat to myself that this isn’t permanent.

Sides, dad didn’t know and I especially didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

I get up to talk to him before he got into the shower.

I open his bedroom door and found him fondling Arthur’s freaking bulge!!!

“Oh shit!!”

“Son!”

I go to close door but dad stops me.

“Tyler, don’t go let’s talk! This is obviously bothering you!”

“ Yeah! It is dad! You swapped bodies with the guy I liked!” Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that…

That’s when his face turned pale. He was quiet for a second and I was too.

“I’m so sorry— if I had known I wouldn’t have-”

“I figured, listen I’m not mad at you.”

“Well… if it’s anything I think Arthur like you too.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m him right now, so I can tell that his body gets a little… what’s the best words… excited… when you walked in today.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

I looked over at his face and we make the weirdest eye contact.

“ Listen, we don’t have to make this weird Tyler. While I’m in this body, I’m Arthur. Don’t get wrong, I’ll go back to being your dad once this is all over. But I want to go out to bars and do stuff that you like to do. I guess what I’m saying is that we can be buds.”

I really wasn’t sure what to say back. But at the same, maybe it’ll be fun. Teaching him how to be any age again.

“Fine! But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to act like your age. If you’re going to be ‘Arthur’”

He smiled at me with Arthur’s charming smile and said, “Deal.”

[vv-4-deactivated20221220]

Part 2.

Tyler:

“Oh he’s going to feel that this morning.” I say standing over my dad or Arthur as he likes to be referred to now.

Last night, I drank him under the table.

We started drinking at this one restaurant downtown.

And for some reason why he thought he could handle it since he’s in such a younger body.

And he was doing a pretty good job until about 2 am when we both had to stumble home together.

I tried my best to get into my bed own bed but he begged for me to stay with him.

I was sure if it was the alcohol or what but he didn’t seem like my dad to me. If anything he felt like he was actually Arthur for the first time.

Of course I crawled into bed with him and it wasn’t two seconds before he passed out.

I had trouble falling to sleep, mainly because I had my dad inside of my crushes body laying next to me. And feel his warm breath right next to my ear…

Ugh, I love him but I could kill him! I wonder how Arthur’s doing with his new body.

I mean my dad’s not a bad looking guy for his age.

Always stayed in shape and never stayed single for too long. Oh man now I thinking Arthur in my dad’s body which is another level if wrong.

I better make some coffee—

By the time I got done making a pot I could here groans coming from the other room.

I walk into his room and he Arthur’s smile come across his face.

“We went pretty hard last night didn’t we?”

“Uh, we? You were the one plastered. Here’s a cup of coffee.” I say handing it to him.

“Thanks! And I wasn’t that bad! How did we get home again?”

“I basically carried you up the stairs.”

“Right… sorry about that I have been able to drink like that in years.”

“It’s okay, I had fun…so what should we do today?”

“Well from how I feel— not much haha.”

“Good point.”

All of the sudden, dad gets out of bed. And that’s when I noticed he was completely naked.

Dad runs to go vomit in the bathroom but all I could do was stare at Arthur’s junk flying around in the air.

I felt a sensation stirring in my pants from the sight until I hear barging noises from the other room.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah! Never better!”

I peak around the corner and his body laying on the floor with his head and arms wrapped around the toilet seat.

After awhile he finally gets up and walks back to room and somehow missed that he was fully nude.

He just starts talking to me.

“I feel awful.”

“Yeah maybe you should lay back down.”

He crawls back into bed and before I leave he asks me to join him.

“We can watch a movie together, if you want.”

I decided to join him and get under the covers—trying to keep some distance from his nude body.

After an hour in he starts nodding off again…

Which I soon follow him.

Some time passes and I wake up from my nap.

And the first thing I notice is that dad in his sleep somehow started cuddling up against me. And I can feel Arthur’s dick pressing against my back.

When I try to move away, he only pulls me in closer…

And now I’m turned on. I reach down and try to move his dick off of me.

But now I have it my hand and I just hold it.

That’s when I feel his foot start to rub up on mine.

I manage to pull my pants down and start grinding my bare butt against him.

And he starts to thrust against me.

I take his hand that’s wrapped around me and started kissing his fingers.

And then I slowly maneuver it down to my crotch.

That’s when something surprising happened… I feel his hand start to pump my hard member.

I was about to say something but honestly I didn’t want him to stop.

But he must of sense something because he says to me in the softest tone, “I’m not your dad… I’m Arthur…”

And all I say is, “then why don’t you kiss me, Arthur?”

With I turn around and we both start to make out.

Our legs wrapped around each others.

Both of us loosing all control…

I kiss down his chest and work my way down to his crotch. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!

Running my tongue all over I to his dick which still had a distinct smell of balls sweat.

He starts moaning as i start sucking on his head while working my hands around his shaft and balls.

I pull the blanket away just so I can see it in all of its glory.

It was like the most perfect set I’ve ever seen.

“Wow!”

“What is it Ty? Should we stop?”

“No way! It’s too late for that but this maybe the best package I’ve ever seen.”

“Haha thanks I guess!”

“Well it’s yours now, you should be proud of it.”

He smiled at me and went back to work.

It didn’t take before he climaxed.

Then it was my turn! It felt so good having his soft lips wrapped around my member.

I couldn’t handle it! It only took me a couple minutes before I busted.

I felt a little embarrassed but the new Arthur reassured me it was okay.

Both of us laid bed together will I cuddled up to his chest.

And soon enough we both fell asleep….

[nonotnolan]

Open Schedule

Every few weeks, I make an effort to travel the two hours out west to enjoy the summer beach weather. It's not the sort of expense I can justify on a weekly basis, but it's a nice way to disconnect from the stress of modern life for a weekend.

And let's be honest, the best part of the beach is the eye candy. I certainly don't travel this far away for the swimming, I'll tell you that much. Just look at this guy-- we don't have men like that back home, that's for sure.

Seriously, look at this guy. I can't imagine how much sunscreen he needed to avoid getting burnt to a crisp, but I'm grateful his chest is on full display. Apparently he's getting some photos for Instagram or something-- he poses for several photos that his friend takes for him, and once he's satisfied, they walk back over to the shoreline.

The red head and his friend set up their towels near me, and I'm thankful for the chance for further eye candy. I'm especially thankful for the short inseam on his swimsuit that complements his tight ass. I'm a little surprised neither of them are hitting on any of the bikini blondes nearby until I see them exchange a kiss. Not his friend, then.

Good for them! It does make me feel a bit awkward, though. Straight guys seldom notice when you're ogling them at the beach-- they're too busy trying to catch the eyes of some chick with big tits. Gay men, though... I swear the hot ones know who is just looking at their physique, and who is actually checking them out. Hopefully he was more flattered than offended.

I left before they did, and I had honestly forgotten about them until they saw me walking past one of the outdoor cafes. "Well, look who it is. We were hoping to run into you! Come on over here, dude. You left before we had a chance to talk." I look over to find the two of them sitting close together, the red head with a possessive arm around his boyfriend-- his husband, I correct myself, noticing the ring.

"Nothing bad," he added, seeing the look on my face. "Alec here noticed you were checking me out, so I thought you might be open to our... proposition," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "If that sounds like a good time, why don't you take a seat?" I could hardly believe my ears. I wasn't normally big on couple play, but for these two, I would make an exception.

"My name is Mike, and this is my husband Alec," he said, hugging his partner for emphasis. "We've got a fully open relationship. A mostly open relationship," he added, after his husband nudged him. "Alec here is an insatiable top, but I'm more of a side. We try to find people who are open to messing around so that we both have our sexual needs met." I nodded, adjusting to this new information. Mike was the ginger beefcake with broad shoulders, but Alec was still very attractive-- and willing, which was also a huge plus, given how often guys back home would ghost me.

I nodded my head a few times, trying to play it cool "I mean... yeah, I'd be down for that. If you're a side, does that mean you'll be in the room watching us, or...?"

"Well, that's the catch," Alec said, crossing his fingers as he leaned in closer to me. "I don't mind having a open relationship, but having sex with other men feels like a violation of marriage. Mike here wants to make sure both of us have our needs met, so the compromise is that you and Mike would swap bodies. I'm only ever having sex with one man, technically, and he can have as many bate buddies as he can find."

"I like how you just assumed that I would have a Swapper," I said, chuckling to myself. The technology exploded onto the college campus scene a few years ago, and it didn't take very long for it to sweep through the queer community. "Mine's not jailbreaked, so we'll be stuck with the 12 hour limit. Which... is that good, or did you want to schedule it for less time than that?"

"Twelve hours is fine by me," Mike said. "I want to give myself time to find someone in your body without worrying about the deadline. You don't have, like, brunch plans or anything, do you?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I didn't make any travel plans for this weekend, I've got an open schedule. Which... wherever you wanna do the swap, that's fine. I'm not worried about witnesses, but I do want to trade safety photos."

Honestly, it was less that I wanted safety photos, and more that I wanted an excuse to have more photos of this man for later. I really wasn't worried about the possibility of Mike giving away his muscled body to permanently steal my average dad bod, and since I wasn't a local resident, there really wasn't much he could do in the way of defamation or slander. They probably appreciated the photo trade, however.

I still couldn't believe my luck as I watched my real body walk over to my car, using my phone to try out his luck with online hookups. Apparently there was an entire community of Sides where they could arrange low stakes makeout sessions with each other, which-- more power to them. I flexed Mike's body, watching my body surge with masculine strength. I absolutely would have started to grope myself if we hadn't been in public.

"Well, then," I said, wrapping an arm around Alec and pulling him close. "you've got until 7am to ravage this tight ass, and whatever else you've daydreamed about. Did you have an itinerary in mind, or did you just want to head back to your bedroom and go from there? I don't expect 12 hours of non-stop fucking, I promise."

He smiled at me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "That puts you in the top 10% of third wheels already," he said, leaning in closer. "Do you mind if we go shopping? Mike hates trying on new clothes, so you'd be doing me a favor on top of getting to look at yourself in the mirror."

I responded by leaning over and kissing him full on the lips. I couldn't help but chuckle as I felt his entire body tense up before slowly relaxing into the kiss. The longer we made out, the more I could feel my new equipment stiffen with excitement, and it was taking all of my willpower not to grind my manhood against his thigh.

"Okay, we should probably stop here before we get arrested for indecent exposure on the beach," I said, pulling away. "Once I get going, I'm not gonna want to stop. So, uhhh... whatever shopping you want to do, lead the way."

Alec was an attentive husband for the evening, leading me up and down various shops on the beachfront. I followed his lead, dutifully trying on anything he picked out, and making a few suggestions of my own. Playing the role of dress-up doll was incredibly arousing, and I enjoyed the time spent in the dressing rooms. Mike's body really was incredible, and I loved seeing the pec cleavage this body displayed whenever I kept something unbuttoned. The boxer briefs I was wearing must have drank a gallon of precum by the time we were done, but I didn't want to rub one out in a bathroom somewhere and risk my performance later that night. As long as it didn't soak through into my jeans, that's all that mattered.

Once we had finished the circuit of beachfront shopping, Alec escorted me back to their mid-rise condo unit. We spent some time out on the balcony, and we actually had a nice conversation prior to the main event. Once he leaned over to kiss me, it didn't take long before we were back inside and stripping naked. I had already previewed Mike's dick in the dressing rooms, but seeing Alec's massive cock took my breath away. It had to be at least ten inches, and the thickest tool I'd seen outside of porn. It was little wonder the man was an insatiable top.

To my relief, he was also skilled at using it, and the two of us enjoyed one hell of a night. It was one of the most intense hookups I had ever had, and I was very grateful that my current body came pre-stretched. I wasn't sure how much aftercare Alec would want, since I was technically a stranger, but I found myself cuddling him as we drifted to sleep. Lying in bed, with Alec resting his head on my chest, was an amazing end to my Swapper experience.

I woke up in my own body, completely naked atop a crumpled mess of bedsheets still damp with sweat. I hadn't actually thought this far ahead, so I'm glad Mike found someone willing to let him spend the night. I scratched absentmindedly at my stomach as I collected my bearings, which is how I noticed the layer of dried cum all over my chest hair. A fair trade, especially given how sore Mike's ass must have been after the night we had. I grabbed my clothes, waving awkwardly at the stranger next to me before leaving his apartment. As I scanned the unfamiliar parking lot for my car, I heard a series of pings on my phone. It was a text message and a selfie from Mike.

"Thanks again for agreeing to the swap, man. I had a lot of fun in your body-- Bears are a hot commodity in the circles I run in, so believe me when I say you were in high demand. Plus Alec keeps talking about how he had a great time with you last night. So... are you local? We'd love to do this again."

The thought of being in control of that hot ginger hunk again had me very excited. The fact that all three of us enjoyed the swap? It made it that much better. The thought of having a body that Mike wanted was unreal. I tried to make sure my reply sounded calm, without being too cold. "I'm not local, but I am within 50 miles. I'll have to check my schedule, but most of my weekends are pretty open. Next Saturday?" I couldn't help but smile. I had a feeling that I'd be making a lot more trips out to the beach this year.