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waking up in my body

why can’t i control my arms?? how are you controlling my body?? what the FUCK did you do!?!

bro i have shit to do. you can’t just sit in my room rubbing my abs all day.

dude this is so not cool.

vnscwby

different reflection

you’re still me… haven’t gotten used to seeing a different face in the mirror

swapery

reflection is looking good though ;)

vnscwby

post leg day

fucking torture during the workout but always feels good after i eat dinner. i think it’s the carbs

vnscwby

this is how you woke up in this morning. what’s the first thing you do?

vnscwby

just appreciating the pump. what do you think it feels like?

swapery

i wanna swap with bro so bad 😭

buffffb

Love waking up Latino everyday

swapery

Wish that were me

unexpected-possessions

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THE FLYER

Andrew found the flyer by accident.

Taped to a flickering streetlight. Black letters. Stark white page. No branding. No phone number.

Just:

“Behavioral Immersion Opportunity. High Daily Compensation. Volunteers Needed. Scan to Apply.”

And that damn QR code.

He stood there in the cold, staring at it, hoodie sleeves pulled over his trembling hands.

It’s probably nothing. Or it could fix everything.

Rent. Late fees. The feeling that he was shrinking inside his own life.

He lifted his phone.

The screen loaded:

Identity Immersion Interest Survey

Clean. Professional. Clinical.

The questions made his stomach flutter.

“Are you willing to adopt a curated identity temporarily?” Yes.

“Are you open to physical and behavioral modification?” Yes…?

“Do you struggle with sense of self?” His breath hitched. …Yes.

He submitted before he lost his nerve.

And two days later, an email: “You have advanced to Phase One: Intake Screening.”

INTAKE — DAY ONE

Andrew arrived twenty minutes early.

He was always early. Always terrified of disappointing strangers.

In the waiting room, he looked even smaller—pale skin, thin frame, blond hair falling over blue eyes that darted everywhere but at people.

When the doctor called his name, his voice cracked.

“Y-yeah… that’s me.”

Behind the mirrored glass, a full team watched: psychologist, behavioral analyst, prosthetics specialists, dialect coach, voice tech, wardrobe designer.

A note beside his file read:

HIGH SUGGESTIBILITY IDENTITY INSTABILITY EXTREME SELF-DOUBT IDEAL SUBJECT FOR FULL IMMERSION

The psychologist smiled warmly.

“Why did you apply?”

Andrew twisted his sleeves.

“I just… I don’t wanna feel stuck anymore. I don’t know who I am.”

“Good,” she murmured. “We can work with that.”

He didn’t understand what work with that meant yet.

But he would.

DAY TWO — IDENTITY SEVERANCE

He returned more nervous than before.

Today they asked for something new:

His wallet. His driver’s license. Bank cards.

“W-why do you need all that?” he asked, panic rising.

The psychologist answered softly:

“You cannot fully inhabit a new life while carrying the proof of the old.”

His heart pounded. He held his license in trembling hands.

The picture showed a pale, timid boy hiding behind a hoodie.

He swallowed hard and handed it over.

The tech sealed it in an evidence-style envelope.

A thread snapped inside him.

Good, Dr. Maren thought behind the glass. Let the boy die first.

“Now,” she said, “remove your clothes.”

Andrew flushed bright red. A sudden, hot shame, completely physical, tightened his groin.

“E-everything?”

“Yes,” she said gently. “A clean slate begins with letting go.”

He stripped. Exposed. Shivering.

Every insecurity visible.

“Excellent baseline,” a technician whispered.

And the transformation began.

THE SCANNING AND FIRST MODIFICATIONS

Warm sensors mapped his body. Lights traced his fragile frame.

Technicians took measurements of:

* narrow shoulders

* slight hips

* pale skin

* weak jawline

* thin vocal cords

* timid gait

“Perfect,” Dr. Maren said. “He has none of the qualities of a cowboy. That contrast is exactly what we want.”

Andrew heard none of it.

He only felt pressure as the first prosthetic plates warmed against his skin—broadening his shoulders, giving his narrow frame a hint of strength. The sudden weight, the artificial structure, felt less like a medical device and more like a tight, comforting harness. He felt a nervous, unfamiliar pulse of heat lower in his belly.

The pigment spray came next—warm, earthy brown mist coating his chest, arms, neck.

Andrew gasped.

His skin looked… sun-touched.

Then the dental changes—wider molars, stronger canines, a broader bite.

He spoke once and froze.

His voice vibrated deeper.

“What—what’s happening to me?”

“Only what you agreed to,” the psychologist smiled.

DAY THREE — THE SHAPING OF A MAN

His walk changed overnight.

His hips spread wider. His steps planted heavier. His voice woke deeper. His jaw ached with its new width.

When he looked in a store window, he startled.

That… can’t be me.

It was.

Today the room was warmer, dimmer—more intimate. The air felt thick, the silence charged with anticipation.

A barber’s chair replaced the medical one. A rack of denim and flannel hung on the wall.

“Sit,” the hair technician said.

She oiled his pale, soft blond hair. Darkened it. Roughened it. Shortened it at the sides. Left the top tousled like wind had shaped it.

He barely recognized the man staring back.

“And now,” the prosthetic specialist said, “your jaw.”

Adhesive warmed over bone. A subtle jaw extension sculpted edge, strength, masculinity.

“They’re making me look older…” he whispered.

“No,” she corrected gently. “We’re making you look like a man.”

His throat tightened at the word. He felt the deep, anchoring throb of his new voice resonate in his chest, pulling a slow, dizzying wave of physical affirmation through him. It was a sensation of power, a feeling Andrew had only ever dreamed of, and it made him shift in the chair, chasing the strange, exhilarating tension.

DIALECT TRAINING

The dialect coach stepped forward.

“Repeat after me: A man’s gotta know his ground.”

Andrew tried.

His own voice—husky, ground-deep—startled him.

“That’s it,” the coach murmured. “Not twang. Not stereotype. A cowboy speaks like he listens first.”

Andrew felt his chest tighten with strange pride.

DAY FOUR — THE NAMING

The mirror stood tall in the center of the room.

His reflection stared back:

* darker hair

* broader shoulders

* sun-darkened chest

* jaw stronger

* voice deeper

* stance wider

But his eyes still held Andrew’s fear.

The psychologist stepped behind him.

“Tell me who you see.”

He swallowed. “I… I see someone stronger.”

“Good. What is his name?”

He froze.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Yes,” she whispered, “you do.”

He stared at the man reflected: quiet power, open land, silent strength, sun on skin, dust on boots.

“…Cole,” he whispered.

“Say it.”

“My name is Cole.”

The room stilled.

Andrew didn’t exist in that moment.

Only Cole. The name felt like a weight, a heavy, solid, masculine presence that settled in his bones. He stood taller, unable to stop himself from running a calloused new hand across his own newly wide chest. He felt good looking at Cole, a deep physical pleasure in the simple sight of his own changed body.

DAY FIVE — THE FACE OF A COWBOY

The beard tray waited for him.

Short. Rugged. Earth-dark. Roughened.

“Cowboys don’t wear boy faces,” Dr. Maren said.

The beard went on warm, textured, heavy. A mustache followed. Then trimming. Shaping. Pigment.

He opened his eyes.

He saw:

* scruff shadowing a jaw he never had

* a mouth framed in rugged masculine lines

* eyes steadier, heavier, older

* a man who looked carved from dirt and sun

His voice dropped when he whispered:

“That’s me…”

The psychologist touched his shoulder.

“That’s Cole.”

FINAL WARDROBE & BEHAVIORAL INTEGRATION

They dressed him slowly:

Denim that held his hips firm. Flannel hugging his new shoulders. Thick leather belt with a heavy buckle. Rawhide gloves molding to his hands. Boots grounding every step. Cowboy hat shading his eyes.

Then—

“Walk,” the gait tech instructed.

He did.

Wide. Slow. Weighted. Confident. The deliberate, controlled movement felt inherently, powerfully masculine. Every stride sent a confident, self-aware jolt of sensation through his body, making him aware of the presence he now commanded, the new way he filled the space. It was utterly, intoxicatingly arousing.

The room watched in satisfaction.

“He’s ready,” Dr. Maren murmured.

“Ready for what?” Cole asked.

“The field phase.”

He blinked.

“The… what?”

“The actual social experiment,” she said. “You are to live as Cole. Move as Cole. Think as Cole.”

His heart pounded.

“You mean… out there? In the world?”

“Yes.”

“And Andrew…?”

She shook her head.

“No one will know he ever existed.”

Cole stiffened. A strange ache—loss? relief?—passed through him. The thought of Andrew’s timid existence vanishing was a profound, deeply satisfying release. It felt like shedding wet, cold skin, and the warmth of Cole’s new confidence rushed in, a primal, exhilarating wave.

She handed him the cowboy hat.

“This is your first step into the life you were shaped for.”

He placed it on his head.

His reflection sealed it:

Cole. Cowboy. A man shaped by sun and silence and something harder than his old fears.

“Go,” she whispered. “Live the role until it becomes truth.”

He stepped into the sunlight outside—boots heavy, beard catching the warmth, chest broad under flannel, jaw strong, eyes shadowed beneath the brim.

As he walked down the street, people looked up. Not in confusion.

But in recognition. A young woman met his eye, and where Andrew would have stammered and looked away, Cole held her gaze—a long, steady, silent appraisal. She smiled, slow and easy, and the heat that rushed through Cole was instant and unavoidable. This body was ready for a world Andrew could only watch from the periphery.

The world accepted him without question.

Cole touched the brim of his hat.

His new voice rumbled:

“Reckon it’s time.”

His transformation complete.

His immersion just beginning

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Desire

Have to upload again because Tumblr cannot make up their mind on banned content after it was prior approved :))

Sarah’s life felt like it was spiraling downwards. Her grades were shabby, she felt sick almost everyrday now, and worst of all, her own roommate had started bullying her. Sarah thought that life would get better after she came out of the closet, and for a little while it did. Her family was supportive and accepting and she felt relieved to finally tell everyone the truth. Things would have actually been pretty decent if it wasn’t for her roommate Kacey.

Kacey didn’t even talk much to Sarah before she came out as a lesbian. She figured that it wouldn’t have even changed anything between them but she was sadly mistaken. Kacey started lashing out at Sarah, small at first, forcing chores onto her and making small but insensitive comments about her appearance. Eventually these things grew into outright sharp insults, rumor spreading, and even stealing. Kacey was one of the most popular and beautiful girls on campus so her rumors were practically truths to every student that she told. “She cheats and plagiarizes all of her work” “She’s kind of a huge slut” “She’ll steal just about anything she can get her hands on”. All of these falsehoods ran through Sarah’s mind day in and day out all thanks to her shitty roommate.

Kacey wouldn’t even call Sarah by her name, she just referred to her as “bitch” or “dike”. Sarah felt like an intruder at her college, even in her own dorm she didn’t feel very safe unless Kacey was out of the dorm. The bullying was bad enough on its own, but the worst part had to have been that Sarah had developed a crush on Kacey before she came out. Sarah couldn’t help herself when she saw Kacey, she was easily the hottest girl on campus. She was gorgeous, fit, and busty. She was everything that Sarah found sexy. Even her “high and mighty” demeanor was a turn on for Sarah. She would give just about anything to see that smug, snakey look wipe off her face while Sarah dominated her in the bedroom. Nothing turned her on more than thinking about Kacey. She’d think about her almost every time when she masturbated, but on the inside she knew that her fantasies would remain just that, fantasies.

One night, Sarah stayed up late, trying desperately to finish work deadlines and maybe fit in some time to rub one out if she could manage. Kacey was gone that night. She went out on a date with some guy she had met just a few days ago. Sarah was relieved that Kacey was gone but still felt sick with envy. “Lucky asshole” she muttered to himself while thinking of the bastard that would push inside Kacey’s guts that night. She felt frustrated after finishing up her work, she needed some relief. She pulled up her regular porn site and scanned the numerous pages, looking for something good to watch. She searched closely, reading every title on every page. Eventually, she noticed a small, recurring ad banner that had appeared on the last few pages. She scoffed as she read the scamming advertisement. “One trick that’ll help you fuck anyone you want!” Sarah shook her head. How could people even fall for shit like that? What a waste of time. She went on to the next page and noticed that every ad banner was replaced with the one that she had read before moving on. “That’s….odd” she thought as she clicked the refresh button. The page blinked white before reloading. Now all the thumbnails to the videos on the browser were replaced with an small image of the ad banner that she had seen earlier. She read the titles on all the videos, they were all the same. “Life changing product! Click now!”

Sarah winced. She was spooked to hell at this point. What the fuck kind of ad did this? She shivered a bit, slightly shaken by the strange glitch that covered the web page. She decided the bite the bullet. Maybe there was something about the ad that drew her in. Sarah didn’t know, and for some reason, she didn’t even care. She winced and clicked one of the many links that threw her straight to strange website. A picture appeared before her. A image of a smooth, plastic bottle filled with a strange orange substance. Underneath the image was a title filled with big tooney letters and a picture of a young, smiling cartoon witch. The title read “Bellamy’s Magical Elixir!” Sarah scrolled down to read the description of the weird product.

“A new supernatural lotion that will let you have the body of your dreams! Do you ever get tired of being you? Or do you simply want a hotter sex life? Have you ever dreamed about being a hot supermodel or a muscled up stud? If you answered yes to any of these then this oil is for you! Just grab the partner that you want to merge with and rub the oil into both of your bodies. Once both the bodies are finely lubricated, just squeeze together and voila, you now have the body that you always dreamed of. Enjoy your new life and your wildest fantasies! Now only $9.99 per bottle!”

Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes. This couldn’t be real, could it? “I mean, what hope do I really have left?” She asked herself. Sarah felt hopeless in her situation. Kacey was making her life a living hell, and the idea of being someone that Kacey found irresistible turn Sarah on more than ever. Worse case scenario, she blows 10 bucks on a useless bottle of lube. Sarah placed the order as fast as she could. Once the money was sent, the page closed abruptly. She tried searching for the website that she had ordered from just seconds ago but nothing popped up in the search engine. Sarah groaned loudly. “Fuuuuuuuck. I can’t believe I actually bought into that crap.” She was too disappointed in herself to even masturbate that night. She marched over to her bed defeatedly and flopped onto bed. Sarah closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately to forget that the night even happened.

She woke up the next morning feeling like death itself. Her eyelids were still heavy. She went into the kitchen and looked around the dorm for a bit. Thank god, Kacey was still gone. She yawned loudly and began stretching before a loud knock resounded from her door. The banging was so loud that it made her jump. “Jeez, spoke too soon I guess.” she mumbled before marching over to the door. She looked through the peephole to that Kacey wasn’t in front of the door. In fact, no one was. She opened the door cautiously and looked around seeing no one. She began to walk outside her dorm when her foot kicked a small package. Sarah picked up the package slowly in disbelief. “No way…it’s already here?” she asked to no one. “That was like, crazy fast.” She walked back inside and ripped the package open. A slim plastic bottle filled with a syrupy orange fluid. She read the instructions on the label on the back of the bottle. She repeated the instructions: “Find yourself a partner and oil up together. Once both bodies are thoroughly lathered with the substance, squeeze both bodies together and enjoy the new you. Note: Only one partner will retain their conscious during this process. The possessed partner will be gone forever and the one taking over will lose every semblance of their old life. The partner that’s being taken over will wait on standby once they are coated in the elixir. Please use with caution.”

For the first time in a long time, Sarah was filled with excitement. All the events up to this point had been so…strange. The glitching ad, the disappearing website, and the fast as hell delivery. Maybe there was something to this elixir after all. She decided to put her faith in the oil. Sarah packed the oil in her bag and rushed over to find Kacey’s laptop. Sarah had snuck a peek at her password while she was typing it in a few months ago, but she didn’t think to use her laptop until this point. Sarah searched quickly through Kacey’s facebook, skype, email messages, trying to find anything about a guy that she was crazy about. Hope seemed lost until she looked through her bookmarks. She saw a tab that linked her directly to the channel of a cammer that Kacey had visited quite often. Sarah looked at pictures of the man in the camera. He was a tall, dark, muscular man with a pretty large following on the site. He would stream naked every other day and put on a show for all of his viewers. The guy looked so familiar to Kacey. She finally figured it out. The guy in the cam was Martin Lennard. He was a student attending their university. No wonder Sarah recognized him, she had seen him just a few months ago while going to the gym. Sarah had been working out with her sister that day when she first saw Martin. He didn’t play any sports for the college but with a body like his, he certainly could. It made sense now why he didn’t, and why he was so reserved. “Jesus Christ, he’s a fucking cam boy.” Sarah said to herself again.

The only time she saw Martin let loose was in the gym. She couldn’t remember much but she could definitely recall how loud he was when he worked out. He strained his entire muscle covered body while in the gym, trying to work out every single muscle until he was drenched in hot sweat. Even Sarah had to admit that he was a pretty dashing guy. Sarah found that Kacey was an avid donator to his stream. She tuned in and donated almost every time he went live. She must have been super into him. It didn’t take long for Sarah to form up a plan. She HAD to get Martin’s body at any cost. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. She sighed calmly before closing the laptop and packing her bag and leaving for class.

During the day, Sarah remembered what day it was when she had seen Martin at the campus gym and began fine tuning her plan. By the time her last class rolled around, she finally had everything worked out. Wednesday rolled around and Sarah took a day off from classes to hang around the gym, waiting for Martin to arrived. Finally she saw his giant, beefy figure stomp towards the gym entrance. He looked absolutely massive. He wore a white tank top that looked almost too small for him. The edges of his meaty pecs poked out the sides of the thin shirt. His swollen arms swung around his heavy gym bag effortlessly as he opened the door to the gym. Sarah jumped up and walked towards the gym desperately to try and follow. She watched him disappear into the men’s locker room before she could grab his attention. She would have to improvise. She waited until he reemerged before sneaking in as fast as possible. Her face was red while she sneaked inside and fear gripped her entire body. She prayed to god that she didn’t get caught.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” she repeated as she slowly snaked through the locker room. She peered into each and every closed locker before finally finding Martin’s gym bag sitting next to an open locker. What a score, he must have forgotten to pack it up before working out. She pulled out the half empty bottle of Bellamy’s Elixir and scratched off the label as neatly as possible before slipping it in his bag. After everything was set she quickly ran out of the locker room and slipped out of the gym in embarrassment.

Sarah went back to her dorm and saw Kacey wandering around inside, talking on the phone. “Yeah, shit didn’t work out last night, I’ll be over in a bi- Oh wait, she’s here. Here, I’ll talk outside, you know how snakey she can be.” Kacey walk past Sarah narrowing her eyes with a devilish grin on her face before she put down the phone and started talking. “I’m gonna be at a friend’s place for most of today. Clean shit up around here. I swear, you dikes can be so damn messy sometimes.” Sarah cringed at Kacey’s caty insult before she walked out of the door with her purse in hand. “Fuck I hate her” she thought as she opened up her laptop. It had only been about 20 minutes since Martin entered the gym, he’d probably be back home in about an hour. Sarah had to get ready. She searched around her bed, finding the other bottle that she had filled with the magic oil. “Christ. I hope this works.”

She waited in Martin’s hallway near his door. He would be there any second. Just when she thought about backing out, she could see him walking towards his door with his gym bag in hand. Sarah jumped a bit and began fumbling through her purse, looking like she was just looking for her keys. She listened closely as Martin opened his door and slammed it shut. She stopped for a minute. She could hear the door lock. Martin may have been a strong guy, but the man was definitely not too careful. Sarah waited another minute in silence before opening his door slowly and inching into the dorm. She left her purse outside, only taking the other half of the oil. She snuck through his place carefully before finding a closet to hide in while he showered in the bathroom. She took the time to strip down naked in the dark closet and cover her body in the oily substance. The orange elixir seeped into her skin making her soft, white flesh nice and slippery. Her face turned red in embarrassment once more. It was strange being naked and oiled up but she was banking on this elixir to escape her shitty life with Kacey.

After what seemed like hours, Martin finally stomped out of the bathroom and past the closet that Sarah was hiding in. She peeked outside the closet door to see him almost completely naked, wearing nothing but a towel that wrapped around his waist. He opened his laptop and started typing on the keyboard before stepping back.

“Everything set up, we live?” He said in his deep, masculine voice. She could see a smile form across his face. “Nice, nice” he said before dropping the towel. Sarah’s eyes widened as she saw the jock strapped that firmly hugged against Martin’s crotch. She covered her mouth, doing her best to contain her excitement.

“I’ve got a real nice show for you guys tonight.” She said with a smirk before pulling out the bottle of elixir that Sarah had slipped into his gym bag. “Forgot I had a little something left in my gym bag. You guys are in for a fuckin’ treat.”

He poured the oil into his hands began rubbing the orange fluid all over his puffed out chest. His hands wrapped around his bulging pecs, slowly coating them in the slippery, reflective liquid. His dark skin glistened and his muscles shined as he slowly bathed himself in the slippery oil. He looked so…hot. He wiped his hands over his tight abs over and over, making sure that the light reflected off their solid surface the most. He refilled his palms with the orange substance before coating his giant arms next. Christ they were fucking huge. Sarah didn’t even care to look at their stunning form the first time that she had seen Martin. He was fucking shredded. He flexed his dark cannons tightly, letting his biceps swell as he washed the oil over their beefy structure. He opened his eyes, staring deeply into his giant guns before turning towards the camera. “Mmmm yeah, you fuckin like that? You like my massive guns huh? Fuck yeah you do.” Even from all the way in the closet, Sarah could see the veins on his biceps thrust against his shimmering, ebony skin. He covered his whole torso in the oil, eventually reaching his hands into the jockstrap to oil up his dick. He moaned softly and tilted back his head as he touched himself, slowly coating that thick black dick of his with the lotion. He finally poured the rest over his thick thighs, letting streams of the magic elixir flow down his legs before he rubbed it into his dark flesh.

He continued to moan and run his hands over his mounds of muscle as the oil seeped into his skin until he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked almost dazed and he stared at his oiled up body in confusion before shaking his head and turning off the laptop in front of him. Once he closed it, he brought over a chair and sat down. He reached his hand inside the jockstrap once more. From what Sarah could see, he was slowly jerking his cock over and over as he tilted his head back with his eyes closed. Sarah slowly inched out of the closet, covering her chest and crotch as she slowly stepped towards the muscled giant. He started moaning deeply, still oiling up his long, black shaft. Sarah stood in front of the intimidating stud, taking a good look at his body as she stood cautiously. He didn’t even seem to notice her. He moved his hand outside of the jock, letting the strap fill with his growing member. The front of the strap shot out with a large bulge, it grew progressively thicker and thicker as he heaved his heavy chest up and down. Sarah sat slowly onto his lap, trying her best to ignore the massive bulge that ran past her butt and down her thigh. She pulled the strap upwards and slipped her oily legs inside with ease. She let the jock go and the strap snapped against her soft skin making her wince as it pulled their bodies together tightly. Instead of feeling the smack of his oily taut skin, she began falling through his thick waist ass first.

She looked down unexpectedly and her eyes widened with excitement once more. She held her breath as her legs and her waist slowly vanished into his huge, herculean form. A strange sensation coursed through her body. Her legs felt almost twice as heavy as before and something felt so off about her crotch. She felt a strong fabric squeezing against her crotch. It would have felt uncomfortable if her body was so oiled up. “W-wait. Oiled up?” She thought to herself. She looked down once more. Her old legs were completely gone. Her soft white flesh was now replaced with dark, brown skin that was pulled taut over her muscular legs and her crotch was now being hugged tightly by the tight white jockstrap. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. Her new cock began to grow as her breaths became more and more rapid. Her shaft slowly inched upwards against the front of the strap, making the bulge grow bigger by the second. She winced with discomfort. “This-this is so fucking weird.” She said while trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe it. She had a cock. A big cock at that. She narrowed and eventually closed her eyes tightly as her dick became harder and harder. It felt weird but somehow so pleasurable. Eventually her eyes opened and she moaned softly as her cock eventually hit its peak and began thrashing fiercely against the soft cotton briefs. She wanted to feel it up so badly but fought the urge to jerk off right then and there.

She fell back, her slender, girlish figure disappearing into the void of Martin’s heavyset chest. His chest seemed to swallow her whole. It took in her body so easily. Sarah blinked an eye before feeling the air suck out of her chest. She inhaled desperately but her chest felt massive and unnatural. It was a chore to bring air into her lungs but she slowly got used to the feeling. She looked down and immediately, her gaze was met with her new hunky torso. Her new black pecs were bursting with strength and muscle, they heaved up and down with heavy weight as she sucked air into her new giant lungs. Fuck. This felt so weird. So unlady-like but she loved how fucking strong her chest was now. Even her tight, firm abs felt fucking incredible. She bounced her new beefy pecs up and down over and over again. She loved showing off their strength and form. She bite her lips as she lifted her skinny arms against his rippling, shimmering, black cannons. His arms curved around hers and her arms slipped into his without resistance.

She could feel their power instantly. The size of her swollen biceps and dark, furry forearms. The veins that thrusted forcibly against her slippery, brown flesh and the muscles that lined around her deep hairy armpits. “Fuuuuck” she let out as her arms strained to thrust their muscles up tightly against her skin. Was in love with this body. She couldn’t wait to explore all its ins and outs. She sunk back her head with a large smile on her face before the old Sarah completely vanished.

Sarah’s eyes blinked groggily as she looked around the dorm. A sense of unease and familiarity filled her body. She felt like a stranger inside the dorm but at the same time, she felt right at home. She blinked her eyes fully open before looking down at her body. A smile crossed her face. She was a total hunk. She felt like an intruder in this gorgeous body, like she didn’t belong. Even though this feeling loomed over her head, she loved her stunning, brawny figure way too much to let it bother her. Sarah stood up from her chair and began feeling up her muscled chest, filling her giant hands with her bunching black pecs. That name ran through her head over and over. “Sarah. Sarah. No no no, Sarah is gone. Martin feels so much better.” Martin brought up her thick arms and began flexing this as hard as he could. “Yeah….Martin” he said to himself with a cocky grin wiping across his face.

Martin loved his body. It was the one that he had been building up for his entire life, but it felt so new. It was like playing with a cool new toy for the very first time. He thrusted his pecs out forcefully, letting his chest swell with air, making his muscles look even more massive and pronounced. God, he loved this fucking body. Everything about it was just so damn perfect. From his massive arms to his heavy, unmovable chest, even his glistening dark skin felt so fucking sexy to have. And his cock, god his cock was perfect. Long, girthy, and throbbing for some action. He was so absorbed in checking out his arms and chest that he had almost forgotten how the strap was hugging tightly against his thick, muscled member. His bulge was pulsing and thrashing around fiercely as he flexed his heavyset form. Another wide grin crossed his face as he pulled down the strap. His long black cock shot forward instantly, still throbbing over and over, just waiting to be touched.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Martin wrapped his big muscular hands around his veiny shaft, slowly running his hand up and down its length. His palm was completely filled with his girthy black shaft, he could even feel the veins brush against his hands as he jerked his cock over and over. His dick was nice and slick thanks to the oil that he put on it earlier, it felt so fucking good as he let his hand glide effortlessly up and down his massive dick. Martin’s forearm began to tighten and cover with veins as he tugged faster and faster. The sight of it gave him an idea. He brought up his other arm and flexed, letting his biceps bulge up near his head. His biceps were fucking huge. Covered in a thick layer of lean muscle, riddled with veins, he loved their size. The pleasure was weighing on him. He moaned deeply, his voice booming throughout the dorm as he pulled on his long dick over and over again. It felt fucking amazing. Beads of sweat broke the coat of oil that covered his muscled chest as he heaved it up and down, slowly getting closer and closer to his climax. His abs were sucked in tight, their deep grooves and ridges still holding small streams of slippery sweat as he held them in, keeping them nice and firm. His pits deepened as he flexed his entire body, finally letting out a loud roar as he could feel his load escape his thickened shaft. His hard, now pulsating cock shot out stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. The fluid escaped his fat tip, spewing puddles of white fluid onto the carpet, almost reaching the desk where his laptop laid. Martin breathed in deeply as he smashed back down into his chair, his hand still gripped firmly around his dark, veiny shaft. He slowly milked every last drop of cum out of his muscled rod before rolling his head back with a smile on his face. This body was absolutely perfect.

Thanks for reading. If you like the stories with thinking of yourself as being the one to merge into others and have spare time to RP, hit up my DMs as I’m always generally looking. Cheers.

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Secret Admirer

By Curious

“Man, Ryan has such a perfect body…” I said looking down at my newly acquired shall we say, “home”?

Ryan had always been popular throughout life, and everything seemed to just come natural to him. I always wanted to talk with him but when I would try to speak with him, I would start stuttering and he would smile that kind smile and continue on his way. He never made me feel stupid, or insignificant, but I couldn’t help but wonder where that natural confidence came from. Why was he able to saunter around with such an ease? I wanted to find out and I would sneak glances at him in the hall when I’d see him, but man… I wasn’t getting any results and knew I would have to infiltrate his group of friends, but I was so awkward that there was no way I could join without being too obvious what my intentions were… When I got home I instantly started up the computer and began to look up ways to accomplish my task when a weird chat window popped up and asked “Would you like to see what it’s like?” and I thought to myself “What what is like?” and it sent another message “To be bathed in his light, you can experience this through one of his friends or really… anyone you want!” This was getting weird… I thought yeah but that wasn’t pos- I stopped mid-thought as I began to feel an immense pressure in my head and the pain had me moaning for it to stop. When just as soon as it started it stopped, and I felt my hands being raised then run down my torso to my pants where it began to undo my pants. “It could be this easy, you know…” I felt my vocal chords say. “What?” I thought, powerless to control even the littlest stretch of my body. “Mm… ah yeah..” My body began to moan as it was stroking my cock, something that felt so familiar and yet… being a passenger in my own self felt completely different and I enjoyed it too, although it was a little forced. My other hand began to fondle the rest of my genitals, the force making me lick my lips. “This… ah… j-j-just taking over othe-r-r-r people…” My head looked to the ceiling and I heard in my mind “Like this!” and simultaneously my body came, and both I and the stranger were ejected from my body.

It was a boy about my age, maybe a little younger. “You enjoy that, stud?” his essence winked at me. If I could have blushed I would have. “So uh… what do I do?” “Ah, you’re no fun!” He stuck his tongue out at me. “It’s easy, just find your target and envelop their head… Like this!” I was both mortified and enchanted as I saw him begin to press into my body’s head as it lay there wincing, awaiting another master to tell it what to do. He smirked using my lips, an odd sight considering I was never smug… He began to take my cum and rub it upon himself. This was kind of disturbing, watching your own body do these things that were so natural, and yet, somehow too personal. “What’s the catch?” I ask him. “Oh.. nothing much… Just uh…” (he raised some of the cum to my lips) “Delicious…. Let me keep your body for a little while. Nothing much, I’ll just go on pretending to be you, and don’t worry, I’m not going to rob a bank or anything. I won’t do anything too out of the usual.” He winked, “Now go have fun!” and suddenly I felt my soul being propelled to some unknown location when I saw him… Ryan. He was painting, I looked about and this appeared to be his room. Such remarkable works of art were scattered about his room, I would have been slack-jawed in appreciation if I could have… I looked to what he was painting and it appeared to be a portrait of a dove. I smiled, he seemed so mature and yet… so innocent… I watched him finish the painting, admiring every contour of his muscles as they moved in accordance with his whim as he created this complex, yet innocent masterpiece. I watched as he stood up and walked out of the room, I followed him, not being really sure what else to do. He was heading to the bathroom, maybe a shower? He was a little mess from all that paint. My heart would have been racing fast as I watched him strip down to his underwear and start the water. Mm… He took off the rest and his cock… Well, there’s no way to explain how glorious that beautiful, cut, beast was! It reached nearly down to his knees and he wasn’t even hard!

I wanted to touch it but still unsure of how to do anything in my ghostly form I could only watch as he began to lather those wonderful muscles in soap… Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I slammed into him, pushing harder and harder with each passing second. I could feel his consciousness slowly blacking out. I felt him resisting as I pushed in and he began to moan, which caused me to push further into him. It felt like pushing through water; water that didn’t want anything to go in or out but eventually I pushed through and took my first breath as Ryan; feeling the wonderful expansion of my powerful chest.

I looked down, “Hello friend…” I said to my new member as I reached for some body wash and began to lather it up… “Ah…” It felt strange to feel my member growing, I mean… It was familiar in the sense that I’ve had erections before, but also different because of the size…

I felt it growing with every beat of Ryan’s heart before I couldn’t take it anymore; I began to stroke with feral intensity, licking his lips and occasionally flicking one of his nipples while massaging my new package in its entirety. I was moaning, but with Ryan’s vocal chords, this was so hot… I could hear this stud’s sounds of pleasure echo back to me through the bathroom, only increasing my excitement. I began to feel a pressure growing in my loins and I fought for as long as I could to keep it back, but not being used to this body it sprayed all over his chest, and arms. I laughed to myself, still breathing heavily from that experience. “Man… I can’t wait to try that with someone else, stud.” I felt my glorious body in its entirety, only passing to fondle my new sac a bit before continuing… Not leaving anyplace unchecked, I felt a slightly pleasure as slowly pushed one of my fingers into my new anus, enjoying the rush… Man, the things I was planning for this body!

—

As I finished my little “exploration” in Ryan’s body I toweled off and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I felt a welling in my chest… My heart beating,,, I stepped closer to the mirror and my- Ryan’s face began to blush. I ran a hand tenderly against his cheek and watched how his body moved to my whim’s; a rush but yet, I still felt so nervous. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his, or should I say “my” own. My heart was pounding and I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I had to look away. Even with me in control I still couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. My knees quivered slightly as I tried to calm my beating heart. I took a deep breathe and looked to the mirror again, staring myself straight in the eyes.

“Hey Ryan, I’m Jesse.” I reached a hand out,

This was silly, having this pretend talk with him, although I must say that it was still exciting and I could feel those butterflies dancing about my tummy. I closed my eyes and pressed my face ever so slowly as I began to slowly close the distance between me and the mirror. When finally my lips met the mirror and I imagined how kissing someone as wonderful as Ryan would be, and I moved my tongue slightly, but not too much; using what I thought was the right amount of tongue before breaking “our” kiss… I let my new eyes dance across the mirror as I slowly ran another hand across Ryan’s body; allowing my borrowed cock to twinge slightly. I laughed to myself, Ryan was far from a Narcissus but if people could see him now they would beg to differ! I bit my lip as I ran a hand slowly down my strong chest and chiseled abdomen, I looked at the mirror and tried a few poses.

I rubbed my abs while pinching my nipples with the other, closing my eyes and lost in this moment of pleasure… I could feel my cock twinging but I didn’t want to blow my load so I continued teasing myself, feeling all these strange new emotions and feelings. Ryan wasn’t a sexual guy, or so this body seemed, but it did enjoy my touch regardless… I was jerked from my session by a knock on the door. ”Hurry up Ryan! Me and Sarah are going to the mall!” “J-just a minute!: I managed to call out, forgetting that other people lived in Ryan’s house too. I looked down at my cock; “Sorry friend, we can play later.” I made it jump and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist before opening the door to see Ryan’s sister, Jane. “Who were you talking to in there?” she demanded. “Nobody, just myself.” I smiled his cocky smile and walked by, trying to conceal the monster beneath my towel. I entered and closed the door quickly to Ryan’s room and locked the door before letting his towel fall to the floor. I looked down, “Hello again little partner” I said while it was strained to its limits, I let it jump a bit, and lightly pulled on it while walking around Ryan’s room. I saw some photos of Ryan and his family, some of him when he was younger, in a few school plays, (that was something I didn’t know about!) my eyes came to rest on a photo of him with a trophy, he looked indescribably happy. What shocked me the most was it was the photo where he and I had worked together for the winning score of our junior lacrosse game. Our team was holding us high while we held each other’s hand high in the air. I smiled, I was still the shy boy I am today, but even I couldn’t contain my grin in that moment… Ryan sure was a mystery and I hoped that I could figure him out through this experience… To be continued…

Source: “Secret Admirer” Serie by Curious

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immortalmrwavell

Gooey Thief

(Original story posted May 7th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Carter looked down gleefully at Brad’s now vacant body lying motionless on the floor with his juicy ass on full display. At the same time, sitting on the kitchen counter, a jar filled with white shimmering goo began to rattle a little. Almost as if the goo inside was angry being trapped and forced to look upon the sight before it.

“Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter shrugged towards the seemingly sentient mass of goo trapped in the jar. With that he looked back down at the large hunky body laying on the floor. His roommate's body. Empty and ready for the taking…

Just a few hours prior Carter had run into a strange older man at a coffee shop. Handsome, silver hair, seemingly muscled body hidden under his designer clothes. For some reason he’d felt immediately comfortable around this stranger to the point where he began complaining about his roommate Brad. Saying that he was loud, dumb, always leaving his clothes around the flat and overall just a bit of a douche among other things. Not to mention he was envious of the jock’s large powerful body. Understandable considering Carter himself was rather skinny and unassuming in comparison. Yet despite all that he couldn’t help crushing on the jock anyway. Jerking off to him constantly and even stealing some of his clothes on the odd occasion.

After hearing all this the man offered Carter two white cubes that looked somewhat like sugar cubes. But when he explained what they could do Carter didn’t want to believe him. He wanted to call the man crazy. And yet he couldn’t help but believe him. Almost like he was under some sort of hypnotic spell just by being in this man’s presence.

“Use them well Carter.” The stranger said before finishing his coffee and leaving the lanky college nerd to decide what he was going to do with this little gift. Carter didn’t even get the man’s name. All he got were the initials on his jacket. C.W…

Armed with these special and seeming magical cubes, Carter had already decided what he was going to do. Seeing that Brad was already sat watching football in the living room, Carter reached into the fridge and opened two cans of beer before plopping one of the cubes in the can he planned on giving to Brad, hearing it dissolve inside. The jock was surprised to see his nerdy roommate bringing him a beer but he didn’t complain as he immediately took a gulp, much to Carter’s delight.

It took awhile for the cube to kick in but eventually Brad began to grunt in an uncomfortable manner. Seeing this Carter made sure to get a jar ready and soon enough Brad was stumbling into the kitchen as he believed was about to vomit. Before he could make it to the sink though he collapsed onto his knees. Part of Carter felt as though he should’ve been worried but the stranger he met said everything would be fine. The blind and unquestioning trust he had for the silver fox in the coffee shop told him to just believe and everything would work out fine. And so he watched on as Brad started to convulse a little while falling flat on the floor. According to the man’s instructions, this was when Carter had to use the jar.

He walked up and knelt beside the jock before lifting up his head and putting the jar under his lips just in time. Carter’s eyes widened with wonder as a wave of white goo came flowing out of Brad’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it. If what the stranger had told him was true then this goo was Brad’s very essence. His soul more or less. All being ejected from his body until it filled the jar. After screwing the lid on, Carter breathed a sigh of relief once he checked to feel that Brad’s body still had a heartbeat. And then… he grinned.

“Hahahaha! Suck it asshole! Let’s see you call me a wimpy nerd now that you don’t have that big hunky body of yours anymore!” Carter taunted the jar of white glimmering goo before setting down on the kitchen counter. He then turned his attention back to that large hunky body lying on the floor, wearing nothing more than shoes, socks and a pair of briefs. “Now let’s see the goods that you always taunted me with by walking around semi-nude all the time.” He continued before reaching down and pulling back the briefs to reveal that juicy jock butt. “Mmmmm perfect.”

Brad’s soul began to shake around vigorously inside the jar in protest. It was clear that he’d retained some form of consciousness in that form. “Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter told him before pulling out the other cube and dropping it in his own beer before necking the entire can in one go.

The lanky nerd wasn’t exactly sure how long he had before his own cube kicked in so he immediately got down on the floor and shoved his face into Brad’s former ass. Eating it out like his life depended on it. Digging his tongue deep into the hole and opening it up a little so that it was ready.

And then, it started.

Carter began to feel as though something were rising up his throat. As he did he started to lose control of his limbs until suddenly his whole body was convulsing just like Brad’s had done before. Before he knew it he’d lost all his senses as he was ejected from his body and spewed out as white goo. Except, as the stranger had told him, soul infused goo forms will naturally magnetise to another vacant body if one is nearby. As so, Carter found his gooey form being instantly attracted to Brad’s ass, stretching his hole a little as it entered. The real Brad could only watch in terror from his small glass prison as his former body began to convulse once again with his nerdy roommate's body now lying motionless between his asscheeks.

It didn’t take long for Carter’s body to eject every trace of his soul in liquid form only for it all to fill up Brad’s hole nicely. With that Carter began to slowly regain his senses as his goo form stretched itself throughout Brad’s body. Gradually he gained control of his new body’s limbs and torso until at last the rest of his consciousness was absorbed into the empty brain. And just like that, Carter’s new eyes darted open.

The first thing he felt was a head between his now much thicker ass and he immediately knew it’d worked. With an almost sinister smile Carter pushed himself up slowly as he began to take notice of how much bigger he was now. Before long he found himself standing, if not a little awkwardly at first due to his unfamiliar proportions, and looking down at his stolen body with glee. “I’m a fucking Jock!” He yelled using Brad’s deeper and much more bro-ish voice as he gazed upon all the thick muscle he now owned. Running his hands over his pecs and abs in disbelief. “Ohhhh yeah… this is amazing.”

Carter continued to explore his new body and even going as far as to tease his roommate. Standing directly in front of the jar and flexing while moaning about how good his new body felt. Groping himself all over and even going as far as to turn around and jiggle his new jock butt at the jar of goo while telling it how he was gonna have so many hot dudes plowing his hole from now on. How they’re just not gonna be able to resist the pull of a thick muscle ass belonging to a guy who used to claim he was straight.

“Regardless I can tell you one thing for certain, you’re never getting this body or it’s good looks back!” Carter laughed mockingly at the roommate who’d once tormented him.

Before long Carter found himself finally pulling down the front of his briefs and unleashing his new cock. “Mmmm fuck… now that’s an upgrade for sure.” He commented while smacking the thick rod against his hand. It must’ve been an easy 3-4 inches longer than his old dick and much thicker. “Perfect for plowing plenty of dad butts dontcha think?” Carter added before starting to jerk himself off. As he did he began to wonder if maybe he was being too mean. Sure Brad was a douche but did he deserve all this? To be trapped in a jar while someone else paraded around as him. Well it wasn’t as if Carter was going to give up this powerful hunky body now but…

He continued to jerk himself off until he finally blew a huge hot load that was strong enough to fly up and hit the jar, much to the real Brad’s disgust. After which however, Carter decided to take some pity on the former jock. Kinda. He grabbed the jar and brought it over towards his former skinny ass body. Brad already knew what Carter was trying to do but there was nothing could do to stop it as his form magnetised to the nerdy body the second Carter opened the lid and soon enough he was flowing into the mouth of Carter’s original body before he blacked out for a moment.

Brad’s eyes began to flicker open as he saw none other than his own beefy body standing over him. “Noooo… fuuckkk…” he mumbled, already knowing what’d happened.

“Back with us little guy?” Carter teased, having just pulled his briefs back up. “Hey don’t be pissed bro.” He said, imitating the way Brad spoke. “Surely having my old weak ass body can’t be any worse than being stuck in that jar right?” He grinned smugly.

“I can’t believe… you did this… how?” Brad asked groggily as he tried to stand.

“Doesn’t matter how. All you need to know is that I’m Brad now and if you ever try to tell anyone otherwise I’ll beat the fucking shit outta you. Got it?” He threatened. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go watch some football on the TV. It’s one of my favourite sports after all.” Carter smirked before sauntering off into the living room and collapsing onto the couch exactly where Brad had been sitting earlier, leaving the former jock to grieve his stolen life.

———

“It seems humans can be more merciful than I thought when given the choice.” Wavell thought to himself upon witnessing his most recent subject taking the body of his roommate.

“Out of the ten men I gave those cubes to, two of them decided not to use them. Six decided to use them and then allow the other man to take their old body out of pity or guilt. And only two of the ten decided to steal a body and leave the person they stole it from as a helpless pile of goo. Interesting.”

He wrote down a few notes regarding the experiment about how people react when given an opportunity such as this. He’d need to test it a few more times to get the most reliable data but what he had now was already proving to be interesting. With that the warlock nodded before flipping his notepad shut and returning back to his mansion.

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The Innovation

We stood in a line waiting for Jordan to make his way towards us one by one.

“What’s your name, height, age, and role?” Jordan, the tall scientist and my relatively new friend asked me in a way that felt colder than our usual interactions.

“Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

The latest cuts left our university’s research labs unable to pay lab participants. We had to get thrifty so some of the research assistants stepped up to be participants in one another’s projects. Admittedly I got to take part in one of the coolest ones left here. The creation of a semi-autonomous exoskeleton meant to help disabled people do things they currently couldn’t.

Jordan was so different outside of the lab, it was so weird to see him being so professional instead of being just chill. Up until this point we’ve tested limbs individually but today was going to be our first full exoskeleton tests. He’s been so busy this week working on preparations. Truthfully I didn’t know the full suit would require this much more prep but up until this point it’s been a pretty calm experience. Just coming in and doing remedial physical therapy routines with a mechanical limb for an hour.

Today we were apparently doing much more than that but I didn’t know how far we were going. I walked in to see the full exoskeleton hung up on hooks and wires.

“Strip down to your underwear, I have to place a few nodes on you to prepare you properly.” Jordan calmly directed.

“Oh? I didn’t know we were getting this intimate today. Also I thought this was an EXO-skeleton. Meaning it goes outside my limbs. It looks like you build a whole mechanical body?” I noted.

“It’s a lot more complicated than just an exoskeleton study. Also you’re gonna feel a little pinch with this neck node. It has a needle for monitoring. Don’t worry it won’t hurt once it’s in.”

Before I could interject to ask more, I felt the node get stabbed in.

Jordan guided me to an upright platform and instructed me to get onto it face forward to not obstruct the nodes. In an IV in my hand he injected something before I could question him again.

“Count backwards from 200.” Jordan told me.

I didn’t know I was going to be knocked out for this? But it was too late to object, I just obliged ignorantly. Before I knew it, I passed out but almost immediately I felt awake again, minus the sight. It felt like the haziness of a dream but the clarity of being awake.

“Oh he’s waking up, wait here. Riley you’re awake, good. Lemme turn that on so you can see again.” Jordan said coldly once again.

What does that even mean? Before I could ask, my sight returned but it felt very sharp? Like artificial and digital, very impersonal.

I tried to get up and move but was held back by the hooks…..and wires? Huh? As I tried to look down all I could see was translucent white covering a bunch of white wires. I was on the opposite side of the room I was on previously.

“What’s going on?” I said in a voice that sounded amplified more than projected through a diaphragm.

“Well it’s part of the experiment. I’m not exactly making an exoskeleton. The goal has been two pronged. One, to create a new corporal form to let people with terminal illnesses live longer and not be robbed of their lives. And two, program a learning model that can exist inside existing bodies of criminals that receive the death penalty. A perfectly good body shouldn’t go to waste just because the wrong person is piloting it. This way we can expedite reform. Take the broken parts out and put a brand new upstanding citizen back into the world.”

Riley put one and two together as he struggled on the wires. Part one of the experiment worked clearly. Somehow he was consciously inside of the full robotic body. But what about part two?

“…so if I’m part one did part two work?” I said as angry as this form would let me sound.

“Well let’s find out.” Jordan said walking across the lab to the area I was previously in.

“Okay open your eyes.”

The learning model doing as it was told like it’s programmed to do. Without the restrictive parameters of wiring, it looked down and managed to tilt its new form upward from the hooks. It raised its new head and looked right at Jordan with an empty look at its face that almost registered as a puppy dog face.

“Your name is Riley Michael Kingston. You are 5’ 10” 28 years old and you’re a research assistant. Please repeat your information and introduce yourself to this machine.” Jordan said as gesturing to me as he guided my former body in front of me to be able to see.

“Oh and take off your shirt.” Jordan slyly requested as a maniacal grin rose on his face knowing his request would be enacted.

“Hello. I am Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

There were no organs inside of me but I was the closest I could be to feeling my stomach drop.

“Riley please go put on the clothes in that box over there we have to test your cognitive abilities. I need to speak to this machine briefly.” Jordan said, his words digging into me like a knife.

“Jordan I’m glad this all worked but what are you doing? Why didn’t you tell me this was the extent of the exp-“

“That’s enough.” Jordan flipped a switch turning off the hanging exoskeleton.

“Okay ‘Riley’ let’s see how much muscle retention there is in your new form.”

Jordan instructed the new Riley meticulously through an extensive exercise routine. The learning model may be good at listening but it’s not good at autonomy and human limits. His body yearned for water and a break but he continued to push it. As he broke a sweat, a limit was reached during a bench press that almost ended deadly. The new Riley knew it reached its limit and defied Jordan’s command for the first time.

Jordan was surprised at the first sign of autonomy and noted it. As he began firing question after question to ‘Riley’ about why he stopped. Jordan realized the learning model was quite literally learning limits and its own autonomy and realized it was evolving faster than he could’ve expected. He simultaneously feared the breakthrough while also fearing losing the new ‘Riley’s’ naivety.

“Alright let’s go for a swim. Put this on.” Jordan rushed to the pool for selfish motives.

Riley’s body was insane and Jordan knew the real Riley never saw him as anything more than someone he worked with. But Jordan couldn’t let that just be. As the learning model robotically maneuvered his new human form in front of Jordan, the scientist objectified his former colleague knowing there would no longer be repercussions. As they arrived to the private research pool Jordan instructed the model to turn around. He approached the new Riley and planted a kiss on his motionless lips.

There was no reciprocation and he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He began graphically describing his dream night of carnal embrace with Riley to the learning model. Giving it a play by play on what to do, down to the kiss, the tongue motion, slight neck grab, exploratory hand movements, and even the moments they would both get hard. The moment Jordan said go, the learning model enacted every single action described.

Once Jordan unsheathed the speedo he forced ‘Riley’ to wear. He wickedly grimaced at the girthy sight before opening it to welcome the thick new pole down his throat. This was everything he ever wanted.

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Season 3

Wish Granted - ASSets Grown (another Assets growing TF 😝)

Molly wanted a bigger ass. She was rail thin and just wished she could be thicker. The genie like always appears behind Molly and zaps her. Molly suddenly finds herself in a gym with people frozen still around her.

Molly then feels a weird jolt as her ass begins to expand and grow. She looks in the mirror and loves the results. “Well this is perfect” she said. Just then, her legs began to thicken and grow with muscle as her calves expanded. She grunted as they were becoming massive compared to the rest of her.

“Holy shit” Molly said, as her feet bursted out of her shoes. Her arms followed as the ballooned with Kaycee. Her shoulders broadened, as her entire frame was wrapping and expanding with muscle and bulk.

She watched in horror, as her clothing shifted into a tight tank with very tight shorts showing off still swelling ass as it hardened with muscle. Her face angled off and grew facial hair, as her hair receded into her head leaving her with a short cut.

He felt a punch in his toned gut, as he felt his insides turning. A bulge formed between his tree trunk like legs, and he just looked at the muscular behemoth he has become. He looks at his giant ass and just jiggles it.

With this move, Ricky’s mind is rewritten and warped. Ricky smiles and looks at his beefy muscular frame and just smiled as he take a selfie. “Fuck yeah” he said as time unfroze and Ricky admired himself being the biggest guy at the gym.