Hey! I just got my first apartment and it was so cheap!! The landlord mentioned it used to belong to some jock that just left abruptly leaving all his stuff behind. When I entered the first time the alarm went off announcing an intruder. I don’t know what to do I don’t have the security code!
You grimace as you take a step into your new apartment. The smell of stale sweat, unwashed clothes, and axe invade your nostrils. You take in the sight- unwashed clothes in the corner of the room, a work-out bench surrounded haphazardly by dumbbells, and the tubs of protein powder in the small kitchenette. There's a flatscreen TV, some game station, and posters of athletes on the walls. Empty beer cans sit on a coffee table.
"It is." The landlord is dismissive- his breath smells like cigarette smoke and his shirt is stained and straining against his gut, "Previous tenant didn't move his shit out." He shrugs, "Consider it fully furnished- didn't even charge ya extra."
"But my stuff?" You retort, "I have..."
"Look kid, that's not my problem. You want the place or not?"
You bite your lip and tap your foot as you consider. There wasn't a cheaper place in the area. And this was your chance. Your chance to move out. Your chance to start your adult life outside your parents' home. You sigh- the pros and cons running through your minds. It is a pretty nice flatscreen...
"Just remember we renew on a monthly basis." The landlord continued, "Means I can terminate your lease at any time, got it?"
"Got it." He nods and hands you a key, before walking off, "Asshole." You mutter, shutting the door behind you, "Where do I even begin?"
You scan the laundry. The dirty dishes. The haphazard free weights. You can't even begin to think of a game plan before a loud blaring sound goes off.
"Unidentified intruder." A robotic voice starts, "Biometric scans incompatible. Please state security code to disengage."
"Just great." You mutter, "Seriously? Didn't even bother to disengage the security system?" You sigh, "I don't know, 1-2-3?"
"Incorrect." The voice states, "Initiating containment protocol."
"Containment...?" You can't even finish your sentence. Several mechanical arms shoot out from behind different panels and quickly secure your arms and legs, "What the fuck!?" You gasp as they grip you tightly, "Please! Let me go!"
"Bro, can you hear me?" A human voice- dripping with a condescending cockiness- fills the room, "Dude, say something."
"Yes! Yes I can hear you!" You call out, "Please! I need help!"
"Who the fuck are you, bro?"
"Wh-what? I live here! Who are you?"
His guffaw fills the air, "Seriously? God that fuckin' scumbag." He clears his throat, "I'm Luke, bro. I live here."
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as the cold metal digs into your skin. "Okay, okay. I just signed a lease for this apartment, like, 10 minutes ago. The landlord said the previous tenant left all his stuff behind and he was giving it to me fully furnished. I had no idea anyone else lived here!"
A derisive snort echoes through the speakers. "Are you fuckin' kidding me right now? That greasy slumlord tried to rent out MY place without telling me?"
You squirm uncomfortably against the restraints, panic rising in your chest. "No, I swear I didn't know! He never mentioned another tenant. Said I could just move in and keep whatever was already here."
Luke lets out a string of colorful expletives. "That son of a bitch! I pay good money for this apartment and he tries to screw me over like this?" You hear him take a deep breath. "I knew it. Every fuckin' summer. That's why I bought this security system." He chuckes, "Alright listen up, bro. Here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna prank the shit out of him."
You blink in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. "Prank him? Please just let me go!" You tug futilely at the mechanical arms holding you captive.
Luke laughs, a mischievous edge to his voice. "Oh, trust me. This is gonna be epic. First things first - let's get you outta those clothes. Initiate Protocol L." There's a series of beeps and clicks, then suddenly another set of mechanical arms violently rips off your clothes.
You yelp in shock as the robotic limbs tear away your clothing, leaving you naked and vulnerable. "Hey! What the hell man?!" You shout.
Luke cackles gleefully. "Damn, look at you! Built like a twig, huh? No worries, we'll fix that real quick."
Luke chuckles darkly. "Alright, picture this. You're gonna become ME. My spitting image. Then when that lying sack of shit landlord comes to check on 'you', he'll get one hell of a surprise seeing me back!"
The robotic hands grip your ankles firmly as you feel a strange tingling sensation spreading up your calves. "W-wait, hold on! That doesn't make sense!" You protest vehemently, squirming against the restraints. "This is crazy! Let me go! I won't tell anyone, promise!"
Luke scoffs. "Tch, and miss out on this prime opportunity for revenge? Nah, bro. Besides, you don't really have a choice anymore." As if on cue, a pair of Luke's dirty compression shorts are roughly shoved into your mouth, the pungent scent of unwashed fabric and musk flooding your senses. "There we go! Now shut up and enjoy the ride while the system works its magic."
You gag slightly as the strong odor invades your nostrils, your tongue recoiling from the salty taste of the fabric. The tingling intensifies, spreading higher up your legs as the mechanical arms knead and mold your flesh. You feel a strange stretching sensation, almost like your muscles are expanding beneath your skin.
"Mmmphh!" You muffle a cry around the makeshift gag, eyes widening as you watch in disbelief as your legs slowly begin to thicken and bulk up. The process is gradual but undeniable, your calves growing meatier, thighs broadening.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Luke whoops appreciatively as he observes the changes through the cameras. "Check out those gnarly feet! Soon you'll be stomping around in my size 14s." The robotic arms continue massaging your newly enlarged lower legs, defining every muscle group. Downy, blond hair sprouts from your newly muscular legs.
You try to use your newfound lower body strength to break free, but its all for nothing. Frustration and confusion war within you as the transformation continues unabated.
Luke's mocking laughter fills your ears. "Heh, might as well relax and enjoy the ride, bro. Struggling ain't gonna do shit." You gasp as the robotic fingers wrap around your dick. They begin to stroke and massage with surprising gentleness, coaxing your dick to swell and harden under their ministrations.
"Hahaha, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, bro!" Luke cackles, "Soon you'' be packing some serious heat, just like yours truly!"
The mechanical hands work your shaft with expert precision, pumping and twisting in ways that send jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through your body. You feel your length steadily increasing, girth expanding as the artificial appendages mold and reshape you.
"F-fuck…" You groan around the gag, hips bucking involuntarily into the relentless stimulation. Your testicles churn and tighten, swelling with potent seed as the transformation intensifies. The urge to shoot your load building rapidly.
"That's it, let it happen!" Luke encourages gleefully, "Fuck this is hot. But we still have work to do."
As the mechanical hands continue their relentless assault on your hardening shaft, you feel another set of robotic fingers beginning to knead and massage your abdomen. The tingling sensation spreads across your stomach and sides as the system works to reshape your torso. Your belly begins to firm and flatten, excess fat melting away as lean muscle takes its place. You watch as six-pack abs emerge and definition appears along your obliques. The process sends waves of warmth radiating outward from your core.
"Holy shit, I look good." Luke whistles appreciatively, zooming in on the camera feed. "Fuck, I'm impressed. This system is top notch." He chuckles darkly, "Bet you're feeling real good right now, huh?"
Lost in a haze of overwhelming sensations, you can only moan weakly around the gag stuffed in your mouth as the mechanical hands begin to knead and massage your chest. Robotic fingers dig into the soft flesh of your pecs, working out kinks and reshaping the muscle tissue.
You gasp sharply as nimble digits find your nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive nubs between thumb and forefinger. Electric jolts of pleasure shoot straight to your groin, making your newly enlarged cock twitch and leak precum.
"Damn, look at those nips," Luke comments with a low whistle, "Gonna be begging for attention soon enough."
The robotic hands work your chest with practiced precision, molding and shaping the muscle beneath your skin. You feel your pecs swelling and expanding, becoming rounder and more pronounced with each passing second. The sensation of your nipples being toyed with sends new shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
"Fuck yeah, work those tits," Luke growls approvingly, clearly aroused by the sight of your forced development.
Your pecs continue to expand under the relentless manipulation of the mechanical hands, growing larger and more defined.
"Goddamn, I'm getting a boner watching this," Luke admits shamelessly, adjusting himself. "Keep going, make those tits huge and juicy. I wanna see 'em bounce when you walk."
Panting heavily around the gag, you manage to crane your neck downward, your eyes widening in shock at the sight before you. Two massive, perfectly rounded pecs jut proudly from your chest.
"Holy fuck, look at the size of those things!" Luke crows, zooming in with the camera. "Bet you love having such big, sexy tits, don'tcha?"
Before you have time to think, the mechanical arms grip your forearms firmly. You feel a strange tingling sensation spreading through your biceps and triceps as the system begins to reshape your upper arms. Muscles swell and expand beneath your skin, becoming thicker and more defined with each passing moment.
As your arms are raised, you feel a fine mist spraying from hidden nozzles, coating your armpits with a potent, masculine scent. Dark hair begins to sprout from your pits, growing longer and denser by the second until you're left with a thick, musky forest.
"Gotta make sure you smell like a real bro."
The robotic hands continue their relentless sculpting of your upper body, honing your shoulders and lats into broad, powerful planes. You feel your deltoids pop and crack as they expand, giving you an impressively wide, V-tapered look.
"Fuck yeah, look at those guns!" Luke whoops appreciatively, admiring your newly chiseled arms. "You know how many guys would kill for my physique? You're one lucky fucker."
With a final firm squeeze, the mechanical arms release your now massive, vein-ripped biceps. Your entire upper body drips with glistening sweat. The musky pit hair tickles your sides with each labored breath.
"Almost done, bro," Luke announces, a hint of anticipation in his voice. "Just gotta give you the finishing touches. Initiate facial reconstruction sequence!"
You feel a strange pressure building in your skull as the robotic hands move up to cradle your face. The tingling sensation intensifies tenfold, spreading across your cheeks, jawline, and forehead. You grit your teeth as you hear a series of pops and cracks, like eggshells breaking.
Through blurred vision, you catch glimpses of your reflection in the nearby mirror. Your features begin to shift and morph, cheekbones sharpening, jawline squaring. The bridge of your nose straightens and narrows. Eyebrows thicken and arch perfectly. All the while, your hair grows out and lightens to a sunny blond.
"Holy shit, it's working!" Luke exclaims, practically bouncing in excitement. "Keep going, almost there!"
The transformation reaches its crescendo, your face now an exact replica of Luke's handsome, chiseled features. Even your eyes have changed color to match his piercing blue gaze. You stare at your new reflection in stunned silence, hardly recognizing the Adonis looking back at you.
"There we go, perfection!" Luke declares triumphantly, giving you a thumbs up. "How's it feel to be me, bro? Pretty fuckin' awesome, right?" He chuckles, clearly pleased with the results of his handiwork. "Alright, showtime! Time to go scare the ever-loving shit out of that lying sack of crap landlord."
You gasp as the gag is finally removed from your mouth, relishing the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs. But any relief is short-lived as a surge of anger and confusion overtakes you.
"What the actual FUCK, Luke?!" You snarl, your voice a perfect mimicry of his own. "You can't just do this to me! I don't want yo be you! Turn me back!" You struggle against the remaining restraints, muscles flexing uselessly.
The mechanical hand wrapped around your painfully erect cock gives a firm squeeze, drawing a strangled moan from your lips despite yourself. "Nnghh…stop…please…" You pant, equal parts furious and turned on, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your new baby blues.
Luke's expression darkens, disappointment and anger flashing across his perfectly replicated features. "Aw come on, don't be like that, bro. This is gonna be hilarious!" He pauses, considering your protests, then sighs heavily.
"Y'know what? If you're not gonna appreciate the gift I'm giving you, then maybe you don't deserve to stick around anyway." His voice takes on a cold, menacing edge.
You feel a sudden, sharp pain lance through your temples as the arms massage your head.
Your mind begins to swirl and change, Luke's brash, cocky personality imprinting itself onto your psyche. Memories that aren't yours flood your consciousness - high school football victories, locker room trash talk, late night video game sessions fueled by pizza and beer.
"Fuck yeah, nothing beats the rush of winning!" You hear Luke's voice echo in your thoughts, replaying a triumphant moment after a tough workout.
Suddenly, you find yourself craving the taste of a protein shake, picturing the weight room equipment with aching familiarity.
"The gym is my church, bro. No pain, no gain!" Another flash of a memory - you setting a new personal record on the bench press, the spotter cheering you on.
The mechanical hand pumps your cock faster. A baritone moan escaping your lips. You feel your hips rocking into the touch, chasing more of that intense pleasure.
"Goddamn, look at you go," Luke taunts, his voice both in the room and inside your head now. "Already getting into it, aren't ya? Knew you couldn't fight it."
Memories of wild parties, crude jokes, and aggressive displays of masculinity flood your mind. You see yourself as Luke - a meathead jock, always ready with a witty comeback or a competitive challenge.
"You're ME now, bro. Embrace it!" Luke's personality seems to merge with your own, his arrogance and bravado becoming your own. You feel a surge of confidence, a need to prove yourself.
The pleasure cresting in your body melds with the overwhelming influx of new memories and emotions. You throw your head back with a guttural moan, your cock pulsing and twitching in the mechanical hand's grip.
"Fuuuuck yes! Work that dick, bro!" You hear yourself shout, your voice dripping with Luke's (your) arrogance. The filthy words roll off your tongue like they've always been a part of you.
Sweat pours down your newly chiseled physique as the transformation reaches a fever pitch. You feel your very essence reshaping, becoming more like Luke with each passing second.
"Can't wait to see the look on that loser landlord's face!" You growl, a wicked grin spreading across your new features. "Time to show him what happens when he fucks with the wrong guy!"
With a final, intense pulse of pleasure, you reach your peak, your cock erupting in a massive orgasm. Thick ropes of cum paint your new abs and chest as you ride out the intense waves of ecstasy.
"Holy shit, that was intense!" You pant, your voice a perfect mimicry of Luke's. You feel completely transformed, inside and out. The last vestiges of your old self fade away, replaced by Luke's brash confidence and competitive spirit, "Fuck...."
You look down at your body - the huge, muscular pecs, the cut abs, the bulging biceps, the thick, hairy legs. You flex experimentally, marveling at the power in your new form.
"Damn, I look good," you smirk, running a hand through your sun-kissed locks.
You stand tall, surveying your new body with a critical eye. The mechanical restraints fall away, no longer needed. You take a step forward, admiring the way your muscles ripple with each movement.
"Fuck yeah, let's get it done." You grab a pair of basketball shorts and slip them on, your massive package straining against the fabric.
You stride towards the door, a newfound swagger in your step. The lingering musk of sex and sweat clings to your skin.
"Ready to show that asshole what happens when he tries to screw us over?" You ask, throwing open the door. Your blue eyes blaze with determination, a wolfish grin spreading across your chiseled features.
You march down to the landlord's office, your new muscles rippling with each confident stride. Pushing open the door, you announce yourself with a booming, "Yo, John! Got a minute, bro?"
John looks up from his desk, eyes widening in shock as he sees you standing before him. "L-Luke? I thought you left for the summer! How did you…?" He stammers, face paling.
You grin wickedly, leaning against the doorframe. "Surprise, motherfucker. Tried to pull a fast one, huh? Renting out my pad without my knowledge?" You flex your bicep, the vein-popping muscle glistening under the fluorescent lights, "I think it's time we had a little chat about your business practices, John." He gulps, "Hope you're ready for a long, hard discussion."
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