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Quick: BodyCon

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

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Quick: BodyCon

Kenji (48)

I was a sound technician, that afternoon I was about to repair a stereo that was malfunctioning and suddenly I was somewhere else, it looked like a... Convention?

I didn't understand (and I still don't understand much of what's going on), but I ended up in this much younger body, maybe I'm in my 20s, but see how those muscles show through the suit! I never had muscles before, gosh, this feels too good...

Peter (19)

I was at the convention when it all happened. I was a video game junkie, skinny, kind of weird, never had a chance with girls... But now I'm in this body! Just look at the way my jaw is marked, so sharp it cuts!

And how the suit fits, gosh, everything is in place and it's so tight... I think the only problem is how hot I feel, like my hormones are going crazy. Is that normal? This is like the sixth time I've been to the bathroom… And I feel weird being around men, like I love their attention…

Austin (56)

I used to teach History at a high school. Sometimes the students drive me crazy, they are rude, dumb and sometimes don't even bathe, maybe I was just envious because now I end up in the body of an equally stinky guy with big muscles.

I like how everything is remarked, from head to toe. Even more so in the waist, I look good... And who cares about the smell? If there's stink it's because there was hard work in the gym. I'll smell as much as I want so they can see these huge muscles! Fuck Yeah!

Ryan (42)

I had my family, my loving wife, two spectacular children and a good career in real estate, although all of that can go away because now I'm in this body. It's so different...

I was muscular in my old life but this is a whole different level, it looks like this guy was working out to have muscle in too specific areas.

I feel like my glutes are so huge that I throw everything away when I walk by, and gosh, I feel so... hormonal all the time.

I'm not attracted to women anymore, all I think about is men. With every guy that walks by with big muscles, it's like losing my sanity more, I just wish they would grab me by the hair and overpower me...

Shit, no! Why am I thinking that? It feels so wrong. Or so good... I love my new hips, this whole body so huge for another guy to take, yeah...

Maxime (24)

Originally I was from France, finance student, I was quite reserved, more interested in studying, never went to parties, never had many friends, very self-conscious of myself. But now I'm in this body. And it feels so strange, feeling the tightness of the spandex, the accessories, those muscles...

Screw my reserved attitude. This body must be flaunted, flaunted and adored by others. Just look at these pecs!

Jordan (30)

I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend today, everything was going perfect, the dinner, the evening. And suddenly I was in another body, in another state!

Surrounded by weirdos who dressed up as superheroes, and now I was one of those weirdos. The worst thing was how tight this suit felt! My skin doesn't seem to breathe, everything is stuck together, more back there...

But what am I complaining about? If everything looks so good, with this huge ass... Fuck my girlfriend, I want attention from a couple of guys.

Andres (41)

I used to work as a night guard, it was a very strenuous job... Very exhausting, I was sure it had already taken its toll on me, my body looked much older than it really was.

And the back pain was so annoying. But in the blink of an eye, I was here, in a much, much younger, muscular body... With that expensive cologne smell, fat legs and a tight suit, no way I'm giving this up.

Malik (22)

My life was quite difficult, I was a migrant (and possibly I would be deported at any moment), I had a horrible job in which I was paid so little that it was not enough for anything. But now I don't have to worry about anything, I ended up in this place, with this body and new suit, everything so tight...

And next to this guy, I don't know if these bodies were originally a couple because I've wanted to kiss him so badly ever since I saw him. You know what? I'm not going to worry anymore, it's a new opportunity and I think I saw a perfect place to sneak off and discover our new bodies, I bet he's just as excited as I am.

Sam (21)

I was at the convention from the beginning, I had a pretty mediocre cosplay because I did it last minute, and, anyway, how could I wear a superhero costume? I was too skinny, too scrawny, everything was going to look bad for me to be the laughing stock of everyone.

But now I end up in this guy's body! I think he's Japanese or Korean because now I have a bit of a weird accent and I understand everything I read in the original manga, but gosh, I love too much how the suit fits, how tight, those muscles, how it goes into certain orifices... Now I understand why everyone goes to the bathroom so much, jeez.

Kennedy (45)

What the fuck! Just a few seconds ago I was in my house and now I'm here! I was with my wife and kids, about to eat dinner, blessing the food and being thankful for it and suddenly I was surrounded by guys in ridiculous superhero costumes. And what am I wearing?! I look like a girl in this, it makes my glutes look huge!

But... It makes me look good, doesn't it? Why was I so upset just now? If I look fantastic, they should take as many pictures of me as they want, I'll even get down on my knees if they ask me to...

Luan (29)

This must be a fucking joke.

This body is not bad at all, but it's nothing like what I was used to! I was an underwear model, I was at the top of my career, I took too much care of my muscles, my huge legs or my pecs. and now it's flat, all flat!

Jazz (22)

To start with, I was a woman originally... I was at the convention in an anime girl costume, my body was slim, well proportioned in some areas like bust or legs, but suddenly I was in the body of a huge guy. With big biceps, a six-pack and a tool that I feel throbbing for me to walk, damn... I was certainly well "endowed" before, but these pecs are on another level.

Phillipe (56)

I used to live in England, I was already retired, I didn't leave the house much, my life was really boring and monotonous, suddenly I was in the garden and the other. I was surrounded by weird stands and... this suit.

I felt like new, I had never been this toned and... “endowed”. "I hadn't felt this rush of energy and hormones in a very long time, damn... That I'm surrounded by so many people in fitted suits, with muscles and a smell of sweat and musk, doesn't help at all. But how good it feels to be young again, holy cow.

Roger (18)

No way, no way! You must be kidding! I ended up in my older brother's body. Yes!

I was very fond of video games and all things geek, I was a nerd, or however you want to say it, with a face full of pimples and a body more made up of fat than anything else. My brother was completely different (well, only in physique), as he was also a fan of those things, but extremely handsome, with muscles, an attractive face and endless costumes that he always wore to cosplay.

I was jealous, yes, but all of this was now mine! Have you seen how these biceps look when I flex them? They're mine alone now! I'm going to spend hours looking at myself in the mirror and stroking myself, yeah.

Rin (20)

I always picked on people at my school who were really into anime, video games or stuff like that, they were nerds to me. I preferred things like exercise, cars and stuff like that, men stuff. I was very well worked out, with muscles from the gym plus other sports disciplines, hard as a rock. But now I ended up in this body.

I don't know if it's karma to be in a body with a suit so tight it's like a second skin and it gets in where it shouldn't, shit. I'm tired of taking it off over and over again, the worst part is that the more I'm like this, the more I seem to like it. My tool gets hard from just feeling the slightest touch, shit, shit, shit. This can't be happening, I don't know how long I can hold on like this because... Oh man, this guy really has sensitive nipples, shit, shit, shit!

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felixkerrm2m · 2 hours ago

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Request: Goo'd Up

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Request: Goo'd Up

- I look good, don't you think?

"Jin" smiled as he flexed his arms with an arrogant smile, raising his arms a little more so he could smell his armpit, feeling the strong musky aroma, rancid and powerful, looking directly at a jar with a viscous substance similar to slime.

And that was not Jin, it was Richard.

A nerd from the guy's school, and he was obsessed with the asian guy, why? Well, it was easy to answer: He was handsome, muscular, stinky, manly and charming. And Richard loved that, he was night after night looking for a way to have him for himself, he even thought about hypnosis, he wanted it either way, for him, or to be him.

And apparently it was quicker to get the second one. He found an Internet, very deep down, a kind of ritual that allowed him to detach from his body, and transform his soul into a goo, he had one hour to find his host or he would disappear.

It was a risky gamble, but Richard wanted to put everything in the bag, it was all or nothing. And he had finally succeeded.

He knew where the guy lived, after all, they were both from the same neighborhood, he went to some of his parties when they were both teenagers and talked to him, over time that changed radically but... They were other details. He crept through the garden until he reached the backyard, where Jin was lying on a hammock, asleep.

To Richard's surprise, in his slime form he was quite fast, too fast. He climbed up the trunk where the cloth was tied to stop on one of the branches, observing his opponent from above.

He calculated the trajectory a little, he had to enter through some orifice, so he chose the mouth. He pounced quickly, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was about to snore, without any resistance, he entered suddenly. This caused Jin to stand up confused, trying to get out whatever it was trying to enter. He thought that maybe it was an insect or that he swallowed saliva by accident, but when he felt it move and stretch, he panicked even more.

He tried to put his fingers in his mouth to pull it out but it was impossible, Richard was already spreading all over his body, the athlete felt how he lost more and more control of his body, it was like a tingling and numbness sensation, his fingers stayed in his mouth while he completely lost control.

Slowly he opened his eyes, although that was no longer Jin, it was Richard. He felt his new long fingers in his mouth and with an awkward smile he soon began to lick them greedily and desperately, they still had a very faint touch of sweat. Though at that he felt a discomfort from his stomach, like a cramp, and then a gag, and another.

He had no choice but to lean to the side and pull whatever it was that was trying to come up his throat, he thought maybe he had lost control of Jin's body, but when it finally came out, he found himself still in control.

He looked at his hands in confusion, then looked down and found another slime substance that looked like the one before, only this one was red. He realized that surely that was Jin, that was never mentioned in ritual but it made sense that only one presence could inhabit the body.

He grabbed it quickly before he could get his bearings, he squeezed it between his hand with all his strength, it was complicated because it slipped but as he could he got to the kitchen to put it in a jar and lock it inside. The substance stuck against the glass, but it was impossible to get out, he was desperate, Richard just looked at him with a crooked smile.

- It is useless for you to try to escape.

He took the vial in his hands to shake it viciously. He placed it back on the counter and began to touch himself unabashedly in front of its former owner.

- But what great muscles you have, I never thought I would have a six-pack! - the guy said with a chuckle before taking the jar to unabashedly show him his abdomen.

Richard was enjoying flattering himself and showing off his newfound talents to Jin, he was being a bit cruel, yes. But now he had the body of his dreams, he was no longer a scrawny nerd that others picked on, now he was strong, stinky, a jock par excellence.

He took the bottle to go up to his new room, there was chaos in it, dirty clothes here and there, the bed unmade, weights, some posters of models and cars, the typical room of a straight guy.

- Yuck... We have to remodel as soon as possible, don't you think?

The slime stuck again without much success, it was left on the table while Richard kept examining himself, he raised his hairy armpits with a smile.

- Hey, I don't know why you insist on always slathering on deodorant, after today, these guys will be so stinky that everyone will know you as “stinky Jin” or something.

He chuckled under his breath, stroking his abs or flexing his arms with total sass. He was loving being this arrogant, how sharp his jaw was, he was even coming up with something a hell of a lot more... interesting.

He took off the red shorts he was wearing before to be in just boxers, marveling at his shapely frame, with his huge pecs, his biceps, and gosh... that huge ass. He looked so plump, she didn't hold back and gave him a squeeze that made him gasp, it was like feeling electricity all over him.

- Oh my God, yes!

He groped hisbuttocks from below, bouncing them over and over again with giggles and gasps.

- Holy shit, I'll never give up this body!

Though in his excitement and carelessness, Jin, inside the jar, had managed to start sliding down the table to try to reach the edge, fall and escape once the glass was broken. He was just about to get there, the jar was wobbling to hit the floor, but just as it was about to hit, Richard ended up grabbing it.

- Nice try, how dumb do you think I am?

He shook the jar with all his might by way of punishment.

- As much fun as I find having you locked up in there, you'll be a constant nuisance... So what can I do with you? - he pondered until he smiled mischievously.

Richard was enjoying being Jin, he loved his new social status, being popular, the star of all the games (as it turned out he also got to keep the host's muscle memory), and those huge muscles. He couldn't get enough of massaging his pecs, and having the attention of other men (especially nerds, his old friends had had hours of fun with Jin's body.

In fact the old Jin was now one of them, since he placed it directly in his former body, sealing it there (because of course, he erased all traces of the ritual, and no way he would tell anyone how to do it, that secret would be only his), at least until he got fed up with Jin and wanted to be someone else.

But for that it would be a long time yet, because he loved being a sweaty sportsman.

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felixkerrm2m · 2 hours ago

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Chemistry Consultancy

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Chemistry Consultancy

I was a fan of my chemistry teacher, Mr. Caesar. He was quite handsome, muscular and had a lot of charisma.

I was a jock, one of the best in the school, to be honest. But there was something about my teacher that drove me crazy, people liked me for my big muscles, nobody was interested in my brains (because they thought I didn't have any), let alone my feelings, but with him it was different, everyone loved him for his intelligence, for being a good teacher, or even how empathetic he was.

Even though many considered me the stereotype of the stereotypical brainless jock par excellence, I was very smart. And I took advantage of that in all subjects, "except" for this one.

I was going low, not failing, but staying between the fine line between passing and failing. All so that I could stay for tutoring with him, feel his breath when he came to explain to me. I loved every sensation, his simple attention or his warmth, I wanted it all.

Absolutely everything.

- Alex, could I talk to you?

He asked at the end of the class, all my classmates came out whispering a couple of things, I just nodded trying to look nonchalant (I still wasn't out of the closet)

- Is something wrong, sir?

- I was reviewing your exams and, well. I thought we had already solved the problem of the periodic table - he flipped through a couple of things until he showed me my exam, I tried to put on a confused expression, I was not willing to lose my advising for anything in the world, I was close to the end of the year and from there, I would never go back to Professor Caesar.

- Oh... Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I think I get nervous in the exam and I forget things, you don't know how sorry I am - I lied between my teeth with a silly face.

He just let out a sigh before smiling and patting my arm.

- Don't worry, buddy. You'll probably do fine later, you're not doing bad, just give it that last effort. Ok?

He tried to encourage me, and I felt bad for a second because the only thing that got my attention at all was how good his dress shirt looked, or even his tight buttocks in his pants that drove me beyond crazy. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him just for me, any way I could get him.

- Yes, sure, thank you very much.

I grabbed my stuff, I had training in the afternoon and would be leaving the university in the evening, my same routine as always. It was already dark, my teammates were running around the field while I was practicing some serves when I felt a strange sensation that started in my stomach and spread through the rest of my body, I could barely stand up because of an intense dizziness, my limbs went numb until I ended up falling suddenly to the ground, everything went black. Had I died?

But as soon as I finished thinking such a thing, I opened my eyes with a strong breath of air, I tried to calm down but there was too much light around me, it even hurt me a little. Why was there so much light? I blinked, trying to get used to it, I turned my head to look around, realizing that I was inside what seemed to be a gym, I swallowed saliva. Was this paradise or something?

I was still confused until I saw the reflection in front of me, and found him with the same confused expression I had.

- Professor! - I shouted, and received the same expression from him. Like a mirror, I hesitantly stood up to touch the surface, watching as he copied every single thing I did, was it my reflection? I looked at my hands, I could recognize those fingers anywhere, I touched my face and smiled as if I had won the lottery.

- Yes!

I pulled out my new phone as best I could, unlocked it and activated the camera. I loved how good my muscles looked, the definition of my biceps and my hairless but shapely arms, or his pecs, how everything was highlighted with the sleeveless compression shirt I had worn to the gym, and gosh… His shorts. It was tiny, tight and clinging to my new shape, my legs looked great.

I flexed some more. I headed to the rest of the gym to continue with Professor Caesar's workout, I lifted a couple of weights, ran on the treadmill or did some push-ups, I was exhausted but I loved the burning sensation in my muscles, how they tightened and the pumping that was left. I was sporty, sure, I knew what it felt like to exercise, but this was a whole new feeling, and I was loving it; I sat on a bench with my chest rising and falling at the arrhythmic breathing, I was grinning like a fool, I felt powerful, I took out my phone again to take a picture.

I finished exercising and went to the showers, I wanted to see my body even more in its full splendor. I felt my hips move with every step I took, my fat buttocks bounce, I could feel perfectly how what seemed to be a thong clung to me, how the string was tucked between my buttocks and constantly brushed my entrance, making me gasp and moan under my breath.

I moved forward until I reached the dressing room and I could not take it anymore, I stood in front of a mirror to see my new buttocks. And they looked huge, big, round... A simple hop and the flesh quivered like jelly.

I pulled my pants down to reveal my new ass, I gasped with a smile, wiggling it again. It was so mesmerizing, I gently caressed the skin, it was soft.

Then I squeezed them tightly, I let out a gasp then settled my hand between my buttocks, right at the cleavage, I felt my fingers explore the area, my heart beating slow and my breath sounding low.

- Mfh… - I whispered.

Life as Professor Caesar was fantastic. It took me a while to start teaching, talking in front of everyone, controlling the class, mimicking his charisma; I may not have been a genius in chemistry, but I was knowledgeable enough to teach the basics. I loved the attention, feeling everyone's eyes on me, it was intoxicating... And not just at school, everywhere else: the street, the gym, anywhere.

I felt the leers: on my arms, my pectorals, my buttocks, everything. I even started dressing a little more daring on purpose. I mean, what would be the big deal?

With shorts, tight leggings, sleeveless shirts, this body was now mine and I would do whatever I wanted with it.

It took me no time at all to start exploring the world of intimacy, I wasn't new to it either; but feeling things on this body, it was completely different, every touch, every kiss, it was fantastic.

I never dared to be with a man in my body, I was bisexual, I could be with anyone I wanted originally, I was popular, handsome and muscular, but honestly... I was so scared of it. But now it was so different, I felt in power, like any man could be mine with a simple "hello", overwhelming confidence, more than charming attributes and a smile that supported anything I said.

That day I went to a gay bar downtown (something I wouldn't have dared to do even in my wildest days), but there I was, on a pool-themed night. Wearing a tiny bathing suit that highlighted my legs, I felt confident, secure and strong.

- Hey, do you come here a lot? - I heard a man behind me, he looked very muscular, and was at least a foot taller than me, he had a cocky smile on his face, but that made him even more interesting.

- Not really, why? Would you like to see more of me around? - I raised my eyebrow. This was what he was talking about, this was bravery.

- I'd love to actually.

He settled in behind me, I felt him press his hips against my back and start rubbing himself sloppily.

- Then you're in luck. Why don't we find somewhere to talk better?

The bar had rooms just for that, I moved with him until we ended up in one, I sat against one of the armchairs, smiling. My heart was pounding, I was excited, but I had to keep up my cocky facade, if this guy could play that game, two could do it.

As soon as he came closer, we started kissing hungrily, his lips and tongue crashing against mine, he immediately grabbed me by the waist to carry me and pull me against the bed, I clutched my legs against his hips to pull him to me.

It was an intoxicating debauchery, the saliva dripping down our chins, the stench that began to flood the room, feeling his skin...

I lay on my stomach, loving how dominant he was becoming, barely letting out a silly grin, feeling him thrust inside me, making me go even crazier, desperate to satisfy my desire, I rubbed myself against the bed, feeling him grab my back and forcefully exerting that back and forth, making my buttocks bounce and bounce.

- Do you like it?

- Mfh, yes!

- Are you hungry? - he pulled my hair, which made me gasp.

- Very much, daddy!

Life as Professor Caesar enchanted me, I had his brains, his charisma, his perfect looks... How everyone adored me, how good I looked, and even my aroma... That scent that belonged to me and drove me crazy, I could spend hours smelling my armpits, or my feet, who cares if I lost years of youth? I skipped all of college, I had a good job, and a body that would drive any man crazy (oh yeah, I stopped being bisexual, this body just didn't "work" when it came to women). I loved being my professor, I finally had what I wanted.

What about him? Well, it seems that having my jock body he quite liked it too, starting college again, having my popularity. He had become extremely dominant, like the king of the whole university, imposing at every step he took, both with women and men, thousands of rumors surrounded my old body, but that honestly didn't matter to me.

On the contrary, maybe I should tell him if he still needs chemistry consultancy...

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felixkerrm2m · 3 hours ago

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Drowned in Lust: Epilogue

I have too much picture of him, guess this is a good way to use it. The story before

"No, we're serious, get the fuck out from our place, fag," hissed DJ while staring at the cum-sprayed, ass-pounded and mouth-fucked, junior of his named Tommy

Staring at the two towering jocks in disbelief, Tommy gathered his emotion and quickly wear his jeans and t-shirt to cover the sweat-and-cum-stained wrestling lycra he's directed to wear by DJ

"No matter how great the sex was, you two are major asshole, y'know?"

"Oh boy, we know that. But at least it ain't bigger than your ass hole," quipped DJ viciously with a smug grin plastered on his face, no hesitation whatsoever in that tone to address the disheartened Tommy before he goes fully laughing

All the encouragement to keep trying for every inches he took in, the tender touches to make him more relaxed and open, the jokes both DJ and Chase let Tommy on as they impaled their cocks into both his mouth and his asshole, all crashed like it meant nothing with the way DJ and Chase coldly ordering Tommy to get out from their apartment.

As Tommy slammed the door, both jocks just stared at each other and grinned wickedly, yet another conquest to put in the memory book, another cocky jock placed in line and stuffed full with their well-endowed beast in their possession

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Basking in the aftersex glow and charged energy of their apartment, DJ and Chase are lounging on the couch, sweatpants slung low, boxers peeking out while playing their phone.

"Fuck dude, that was really hot," DJ said, running a hand through his damp, sweaty hair. His chiseled hairy chest and abs glistened with a sheen of sweat. "I love when you fuck him while I'm in his ass."

Chase smirked, his blond hair perfectly tousled. "Know you do, bro. Boy's got like, no gag reflex. We really turned Tommy Bianchi into a total cock slut!"

DJ chuckled. "Damn right. And he has zero idea about what really happened here, just massive shame for revealing his submissive self to his two most trusted seniors. Fuck I'm hard once more just thinking how he moaned and calling us DJ and Chase!"

"Yeah bro, I legit went harder to pound that plump lips of his when he called me Chase LOL, drove me nuts to see such a bully turned into a pathetic boypussy. But anyway, what's your plan for today? Still going to hit the gym?"

"Hell yeah. Gotta keep these guns in tip-top shape!" DJ pumped his massive bicep. "After that, wanna make some Tik-Tok videos? Gotta keep up the followers, you feel me?"

"Yep, you got it. Fans eat these shit up, especially when we tease them with what they cannot have, Chase replied, also flexing his biceps and staring at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

"Oh, and don't forget 'bout the party this weekend. Got the whole wrestling team coming through. I am their most respected senior after all,"

"Fuck yeah! That's gonna be lit, bro. Maybe we can even mess with Tommy again there, or Ed, or even Andy. Must be fucking hilarious to threaten them to do what we ask or we will expose the way they spread their legs for us like the bitches they fucked," Chase said, a mischievous glint radiated from his eye. Both of them then caught each other's face before looking downward. When their eyes met again, they shared a knowing look.

As DJ stretched languidly, his sweatpants slipping even lower on his hips.

"Well, sounds like a solid plan till this weekend. But, judging on that still-raging tent on your sweats, why don't you come over here and start cleaning up these delicious pits and pecs? I can tell you're dying to get your face buried in my musk."

Chase's eyes darkened with lust. As if taking on the cue, he licked his lips and fully shifted his stance and demeanor into more submissive and needy

"Fuck bro, you know me too damn fucking well. Gotta pay homage to the real alpha stud."

He kneeled slightly before DJ's armpit, nuzzling into the thick hair of his underarm. Inhaling deeply, Chase let out a low groan. "Fuck, you smell so good. All man, all DJ."

DJ reached down, scratching Chase's head. "Mmm yeah, get in there deep, bro. No shame in showing some appreciation,"

Chase lapped at DJ's armpit, tongue swirling through the coarse hair. He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin, worshipping the thick pectoral muscles. "Thanks man, your pits are seriously the best. Could get lost in this jungle all day."

"Damn right," DJ purred, abs clenching as Chase serviced him. "Best pits in all of the internet. Bet you love burying your face in 'em after we fucked the shit out of bitch boys like Tommy."

"Hell yeah I do," Chase mumbled into DJ's sweat-matted hair. "Only thing better is worshipping this thick cock of yours." Chase said as he grabbed the straining pouch in DJ's pants

DJ grinned down at his horny roommate, giving him an approval to explore, "Well don't be shy then, bro. Put that cum-hungry mouth to work."

Chase needed no further encouragement. He shimmied down DJ's sweatpants and boxers, freeing his huge uncut cock. It slapped against his stomach, thick and heavy, the bulbous head angry red. Chase licked his lips before wrapping them around DJ's cockhead. He sucked the tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around it.

DJ groaned, fingers curling in Chase's hair as he ripped his sweaty shirt off, "Fuck yeah, just like that. Love seeing that straight lips stretched around my fat cock."

Chase bobbed his head, taking more of DJ's thickness into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, letting the thick dick slide in deep. His nose nuzzled into the wiry pubes at the base of DJ's shaft.

Chase hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, intense pressure engulfing DJ's cock. Saliva dripped down his chin as he deepthroated the massive meat, gagging and sputtering. But he didn't let up, determined to milk DJ dry.

DJ just sat back, relaxed and enjoying the warm, wet mouth on his dick. "Fuck Chase, I knew you'd be hungry for it, but mmmpphhh......damn, you devour that shit. Bet you've been dreaming of choking on my cock all day."

Chase pulled off with a lewd pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to DJ's cockhead. "You have no idea, man. I'd follow this dick anywhere." He dove back in, resuming his deep-throating.

DJ smirked down at Chase, eyes dark with lust. "Glad you love my cock so mmmmmmmMmhhh....uch, bro. Guess you're just cock-hungry like Tommy, huh?"

Chase moaned around DJ's shaft, doubling his efforts. He fucked his own face on that fat, veiny meat, gagging and slurping. Drool poured down his chin as he used DJ's cock to induce more saliva to be produced by his mouth, his own dick rock hard in his sweatpants as his mind aroused with the idea of making this straight mouth sucking cock of an equally straight-as-an-arrow dude like a pro Onlyfans creator.

The horny blond bobbed faster, seeking DJ's load. He sucked hard, tongue undulating along the shaft. Chase swallowed around DJ's head, feeling it throb on his tongue.

DJ groaned, abs flexing. "Fuck, gonnaaAAHHHHhhhhh...... cum soon bro. You want it all, every last drop?"

Chase gazed up at DJ with pleading eyes, nodding fervently. He sucked harder, urging him on.

"Yeah you want it that shit. You want your fucking straight roommate to flood that hungry mouth of yours with thick jizz?" DJ said breathlessly, rocking his hips. "Gonna nnngghhh..... seed that mouth so much cum, it will.....mmmfffuuucckk.....also fill that belly till you're fit to burst!"

Chase whimpered, sucking with renewed enthusiasm. Drool splattered onto his heaving chest as he deepthroated DJ's twitching cock.

DJ grunted, feeling his climax building. His heavy balls drew up tight, preparing to unleash a massive load.

"FUCCCKKKKKK FFUUUUUCCCCKKK NGGHAAAHHHAaahhhhh ggggoonaaa ccuu........" DJ said as he rocked his hips even more brutally, practically impaling Chase on his cock as he then grabbed Chase's neck to keep him still. Chase reacted with even more vigor as he expertly forced a swallowing reflex which caused DJ's cock to hit even deeper in its last seconds before burst while his tongue grazed DJ's middle part of the shaft. He wanted every drop of that seed, he craved it in his guts

With a roar and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, DJ exploded. His cock spasmed in Chase's mouth, firing off thick ropes of jizz. Chase swallowed it down, gulping greedily. He felt the hot seed painting his tongue and filling his cheeks, before flooding his belly.

DJ rode the waves of his intense orgasm, pumping load after load into Chase's eager mouth. His roommate swallowed it all down, not spilling a drop like a champ. In the meantime, DJ slumped back against the couch, chest heaving. Chase released his spent cock with a wet pop, licking his lips. "Fuck yeah, bro. You taste real good. Could eat this cream for breakfast every day."

DJ chuckled, scratching his sweaty chest. "Damn straight. No homo though, right? Just two bros appreciating a good cock."

Chase grinned up at him, face still flushed. "Right bro, no homo!"

The two towering wrestlers shared a smoldering look, unspoken arousal still crackling between them. DJ reached out, pulling Chase up into a passionate kiss. They made out heatedly, all tongue and clashing teeth.

Breaking the kiss, DJ smirked. "Alright stud, ready to hit the gym? And maybe join me in the showers after?"

Chase's blue eyes darkened with lust once more, his mind already wandered to the sex he will have under the warm shower. "Hell yeah I am. Let's go, bro."

Hand in hand, the two stud headed out for another day of pumping iron, making content, and prepping for an epic weekend bash. Just two bros living their best lives – with a healthy side of cock-worshipping to keep things interesting and two nerds in control of their bodies with no one aware of the truth

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felixkerrm2m · 3 hours ago

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Taking What’s Owed

Benito was always on the outs. Coming out as trans as a young kid felt empowering at first but when it came down to it kids are vicious. Benito spent years being bullied until the day he graduated from high school. When he got to college he thought he had gotten through all the childish bullying but he was wrong. The non violent bullying was over but the violent harassment can of worms was barely opening.

Benito prided himself on being resilient and he managed to get through all the harassment when he entered a professional environment, but working in sports medicine meant it was ruthless. Plus being surrounded by the stereotypical model male physique only added to his inner turmoil. One day he was finishing taping a clinic regular when someone else came in. He didn’t notice his face at first but then as he rounded the corner and locked eyes with the stud he realized it was his childhood tormentor, Hiram.

It figures that a dick like Hiram wouldn’t remember Benito. He got situated on the table essentially assuming someone would come and treat him. The man splayed himself out on the table in his tiny shorts and black muscle fit shirt. He had become one of the newest pro soccer league players and Benito didn’t know but he surely did now.

As Benito began massaging out Hiram’s quads, just the muscular legs presence in front of him presented a significantly dysphoric challenge for him. He fought the thoughts in his head to try and remember that this was his tormentor. The man who made him feel insignificant, tiny, and worthless for most of his life. Benito lost himself in the massage staring at Hiram’s sizable chest. It’s weird for a soccer player to be so built but clearly Hiram liked to maintain the look of a domineering alpha so it all checked out for him. And check out Benito did as he was nearly salivating at how squeezable and inviting Hiram’s pecs looked. He wanted to just dump his face between them and sniff, motorboat, and lick every single inch of the large and strong muscles.

Benito powered through the massage and told Hiram to undress to get into the cold plunge. The tiny twink disassociated as he chose to busy himself filling the tub with ice for Hiram. The buzzing hum of the ice machine began twisting into an echoey voice that pulled Benito’s focus. He slowed his scooping into the bucket and focused in on what the disembodied voice was trying to muster out. A disturbing and menacing voice called out….

“You can have what you desire. A silence to those inconsolable voices in your head and torment for your tormentor.” It hissed

“I’m going insane…” Benito muttered to himself

“This is very real, but what you desire comes at a cost.” A threatening laugh followed.

“What’s the cost?”

“You can only choose one. I can end the insecurity your body gives you or torment your tormentor for all those years of tribulation.”

“I really am going insane.”

“Whenever your heart decides what it truly wants….I’ll know and so it shall be.”

The buzzing hum of the ice machine began once again. Hiram stood mostly unclothed and ready to get into the tub. Benito filled up the tub with the last bucket of ice before going back to the office as Hiram soaked. His mind raced at just the idea of what the voice told him. Could he really be free of the body dysmorphia that easily? But he also believed in karma and this could be the moment Hiram got every single thing he deserved for the evil things he had permanently etched onto Benito’s psyche. The timer beeped for Hiram to get out as Benito returned to the moment….had an hour really passed by already?

“Ah you decided.”

As Benito got up, time slowed down as he turned around from his office chair to check on Hiram. Both men became disoriented and everything went black for a second. When Benito came to, his blurry vision slowly came into focus. A cold air conditioner breeze broke his conscious thought as he lowered his head and gasped. Standing below his head was a nearly naked torso drenched in freezing water. As he picked up his head he saw…..himself across the room in the dorky polo and khakis the team trainers wore. But there was no mirrors here…how?

Benito’s stomach sank as he realized he had unconsciously decided on the question he thought was hypothetical. Benito figured this would silence his tormentor and the voices in his head so maybe the voices was just playing a joke and he didn’t have to decide. A smug grin graced the new Hiram’s face as Benito felt the heftiness of the musculature and alpha frame he now possessed. With a gasp and a thud, Benito saw his former body fall to the ground after fainting from the supernatural swap. His coworkers rushed to check on him as Benito gathered Hiram’s clothes on a nearby table and sauntered back to the locker room sopping wet. Each step he’d intentionally swing his new slutty waist complete with thick quads and firm round ass. That paired with the momentum of feeling the new slabs of meat on his chest jiggling up and down in a satisfyingly dominant way. After he got back to the locker room, his new teammates had left giving him the perfect chance to explore his new body.

As a man of science Benito wanted to understand how this was possible but the new testosterone raging through his system was fueling him to feel things amplified to the max. He was feral this was the post workout horniness bros always talk about amongst each other. But Benito was giddy this would affirm the vision of himself he always saw in his head during his transition. Stacked with muscle and a dick impossibly thick and long that could get guys and girls salivating…no begging for him to give it to them.

Benito pulled down the briefs Hiram was wearing in the cold plunge to finally unwrap possibly his favorite surprise. His new body was virtually made in his dreams. As much as he hated Hiram before he was thankful to be Hiram now as his sex drive pushed his heart rate faster, blood rushed to his new beautiful and girthy tool. He gasped in shock seeing just how hung he was now. Surely this was excessive like who could take all this?!

He turned on the steamy shower and started to jerk off for the first time. Benito had been gay since he came out so it’s not like this was a foreign motion but the act of doing it on himself was something he had only fantasized about. Twisting and jerking up and down the shaft, Benito felt a pleasure electrify him as he licked up intensity.

Through the cloud of steam, Hiram now in a more diminutive body angrily came in searching for his former body only to find a perverse show being put on. There his body was on full display as steam and hot water cascaded around the body he worked so hard to attain. He watched as his body went through uncharacteristic and foreign motions of guessing speed and intensity to stroke at. He watched as the imposter moaned to himself and braced against the shower tiles. Hiram stirred inside….was he…..getting turned on seeing himself like this? Well, that does make sense, someone so vain so cocky. What could possibly turn himself on more than himself?

He started tiptoeing towards Benito. He thought maybe this is an insane fever dream because nothings making any sense. One step made a louder splash and Benito got startled and turned around to see Hiram in his former body. Channeling the original body’s confidence instead of stopping pumping Benito released his sizable shaft and sauntered over to Hiram making sure to emphasize his horse self swinging side to side. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Benito guided Hiram to his knees with his new found strength and squeezed his jaw to motion for him to lower it and open his mouth.

The pair locked their former eyes onto one another’s and just accepted their new roles in the situation. Foreign based on their past lives but accepted in this moment. Benito gently kept a grip on his former jaw as he guided his thick sausage into it gently. His former mouth having to voluntarily lower his jaw and widen its opening to allow it to enter. Hiram may have never done this back in his cis het days but Benito’s body was guiding him through it almost as if instinctual. The impossible size finally hitting the back of his throat where it continued to go down a little. Just as he was worried he may pass out a reprieve came as it slid out but not before it was quickly reintroduced. Benito began pounding his former throat as a devious grin wiped across his face. The satisfaction of humbling his former bully with his own tool was the cherry on top. This coupled with the preshow he gave was already a lot of jerking for this body. Premature to the fun he was having with his former self, he felt it. This had to be the climax. Benito relished the feeling as the warmth surrounded him, his core tightened and as he freaked out about what was coming, no pun intended, he released his hands from their exploration and placed both on the back of his former head and released down his throat. Pulse after pulse had him moaning and convulsing in pleasure. He forced Hiram to take the warm salty delight in stride.

“Oh hohohooooo yeah. Take itttttttunfhhhhhhhhh.”

After the moment was done, Benito pulled his softening yet still intimidating looking dick out of Hiram’s mouth. And as the twink stared up at his former face with a mix of fear and ferocity, Benito bent over and locked lips to give him the sluttiest make out for 30 seconds. Locked lips, tongues tied, bitten lips. Benito sauntered out of the shower before getting dressed.

He looked over at himself in the mirror…despite getting everything he thought he wanted something was gnawing at him….hmmm I need to be bigger…..need to hit the gym some more I’m looking small.

A haunting voice laughing in the distance knowing full well that just because Benito got a male body finally, he’ll never be able to outrun his own dissatisfaction with his perception of himself.

But Benito would sure try…

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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Reason to: Hookup with That Twink

Because Jurgen need Matthias "Matt" Bauer to become part of his roster of young and aspiring bodybuilder he coached. Yet, he noticed that the boy knew how everyone paid attention to him and hyped up his potential. That caused Matt to highly viewed his value and he acted like he could hire someone with more credential than Jurgen, which of course pissed Jurgen's off. He's a literal former national champion, yes he might not be the youngest or most in-demand coach around, but he got tons of experience that he really can share to the youngsters. But, of course, deep down, he wanted Matt because he saw a future champion in him in ways he didn't see his current roster could achieve, so of course he's competitive about wanting to secure a partnership with the young talent that seemed to be closer to some of Jurgen's younger rivals

Well, Jurgen is not the type that accepted rejection on his wishes or demand easily and he got just the right tools that no one else owned to sway Matt to join his crew. It involved spiking Matt protein shake which then caused the young bodybuilder to look like he's seen a ghost and so sickly, he certainly could not and should not push for a workout session. As he attempted to walk to the locker room, he stumbled upon some machine and even dropped to the floor yet he steadied himself and telling people to not worry about him.

As soon as he entered the locker room, not only he eventually lost his balance, he also lose his consciousness and then the freak show started as something leaked out from him. It was the essence that made Matt.....well, Matt, and just like his consciousness, it was also practically vanished into thin air leaving only a crumpled skin for the submissive, people-pleasing twink the chance to slip into.

Jurgen met Rene from a casual hookup from a longing stare in the locker room that intrigued Jurgen.

The one time thing turned into quite a regular encounter and spilled out from the gym into other places including Jurgen's home. Jurgen slept with Rene weekly and somehow, the 23 years old revealed a lot about himself like his desire to be bigger (hence the occasional workout he did) as he wanted to be able to attract more DILF, his struggle to maintain his job and keep himself afloat in the economy, or how he's such a people-pleaser, he would do anything asked out of him. Jurgen decided to use all that info for his benefit as he offered Rene a chance of a lifetime

Rene instantly leaped with joy upon seeing Matt empty and lifeless skin when he walked into the locker room after Jurgen's texted him to enter the gym from the back door reserved only for the employees.

It stirred his cock to its full-length watching Rene's frail bony body easily slipped into the suit yet managed to fill it and even flexed Matt's muscles with ease and giving it a sense of.....density. Jurgen's eyes watched intently every single pressure and adjustment that Rene inflicted to Matt's body from the inside. The most arousing moment for him was how Rene's cock traveled down Matt's lower abdomen before finding the entrance to Matt's cock sheath which surged to life as soon as Rene's filled it. He knew the twink's 4 inchers that always shoot out its load a tad too early everytime they fucked and to see how it controlled Matt's 7.5 inchers soft cock caused him to leak pre because Matt's cock literally bounced and twitched looking very much intimidating despite literally being controlled by a pathetic little wimp.

As the rest of Matt's crumpled skin turned to life once more, Jurgen prepared himself to welcome the new Matt's as he stared at Rene's twinkling oceanic blue eyes for one last time before he submerged his head entirely into the void left behind by Matt's. Craning his neck and arching his body to ensure full assimilation to the meatsuit, Matt's then stood up with a grin on his face as he said

"Hey there dude, you enjoyed what you seen?" Matt said with the sarcastic "dude" emphasized

"Ohhh, I did, I really did. Call me Coach from now on though,"

"Okay, Coach. So, what do you think of my form? Anything you want to inspect first? How far should I cut? The first competition to get my pro card of the season is in a month, I wanna know your opinion," he said seductively as he purposefully flexed his muscles and exaggerated his arches

"My opinion is that you are perfect, boy. These glutes.....mmmhhhh....fuck, you put on some insane work there already. Flex that biceps for me, double bi,"

So he did, flexing both of his arms and then emphasized his triceps afterward.

"Mmmm......so round. So perfect. This must be 16 inches or something. More room to grow but you're heading to the right direction. Now turn around and face me, I wanna see you spread that lats from the mirror,"

As he turned around, Jurgen couldn't hold himself as he lunged on Matt's face, both of them kissed passionately in the locker room with no care in the world. Jurgen's finally felt a sense of relief that he might really hit the jackpot with this one. A merger of both worlds, a star pupil with form so perfect that is also a passionate and obedient sex partner? Life's only going to get better after this, he thought to himself as he groped Matt's firm ass and tried to pry it open with his fingers.

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Within minutes after his attempt to rest, the previously pale and sickly Matthias walked out from the locker room refreshed and looking like he's ready to smash his workout from the perspective of others. Jurgen followed behind him with a smug smile knowing he got the best of both worlds, his wishes and desire, as always, never failed to materialize. What he wanted, he got it, including Matt's Bauer himself

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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Reason to: Collect Those Caps

Because you somehow can shapeshift into the last person that worn them complete with all their memories and everything you need to pass as them, as long as you put on those caps and it stayed on your head.

Taking it off returned you to your normal form and it only worked once, because after that, since you're the last person wearing those caps, you will not transform into anyone else. Unless, you return those caps to its rightful owner and the owner wears it once more before you take the cap again. Another way is to let someone else you targeted wear that used cap and you then can shift into their exact copy so yes, the cap doesn't have to go back to its original owner for it to work again.

All in all, quite a useful power. It helps well if you planned on to do some nifty little trick for some quick fun of shenanigan, but definitely not a long-lasting solution if you want to move on with an entirely brand new life and body

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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Reason to: Go Halfway Across the Globe

Because you cannot risk the real Luke to realize that he got an impostor living in broad daylight looking like him. Besides, you managed to stole his passport and some cash without him noticing until it was too late and you were already establishing your off-grid life in the tiny Greek islands acting as guide to some visiting American or Western European youngsters that preferred your service for your native English language and playful personality. This is the life you've always dreamed off, utilizing and getting paid the knowledge from the classes you took for your History degree especially Greek Antiquities, talking with people while wandering islands aimlessly and admired by the guests for your knowledge plus Luke's dreamy bod that got you not only clients for the daytime, but several side gigs at night from some of the more lustful ones craving to be guided by their charming tour guide. Life cannot be more fun

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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I only got an hour or two in this body before my wife gets back. Our deadbeat son spends most of his time jacking off in his room instead of attending his online college. So I like to get some use out of him.

When I first possessed him, I liked to explore how different his young body is compared to my old, fat body. I mean look at how hairy I am! Even my dad bod isn't compare to this. And a full head of hair? That's awesome. Not to mention his huge cock. It might be a weird thing for a dad to say. But it's a good feeling having our manliness passed on.

Now, with the hour I take to take over my son, I keep to his routine of jacking off, taking workout pics, or hooking up with guys or girls. But sometimes, with his youthful body, I do some chores like yard work or more strenuous things like building that patio deck I've been meaning to.

I've gotten so used to being him now, even though my sessions last only an hour or so, that when I accidentally run into his mom (my wife), I can usually pull of being him.

On rare occasions, I find myself extending my sessions into an entire day. Once or twice I fell asleep in his body after a fuck session with this Grindr twink. It was best the night of sleep I've had in a long while. In fact, I'm planning a weekend getaway with that same guy and enjoying showing off my son's beach-ready body and fucking some guy's hole raw.

Youth is wasted on the young. I feel I'm doing him a service.

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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Another Hard Day

I walked up the steps to my house. I threw open the door and tossed down my briefcase and kicked off my shoes. My boss was riding me hard again, and not the kind I liked. I loosened my tie and started to pull a beer out from the fridge when my son stomped down the stairs.

Freshly eighteen, he bounded springily with a smile on his face. He carried that youthful glow that told of no stress or troubles. He was probably going to the gym like he did each day when I got off work. I watched with envy as his workout clothes hugged his lean, toned body in ways that my stretched button down shirt could no longer do. I had been like that in my youth. In fact, he and I looked like brothers, if I was thirty years younger and several pounds lighter.

"Tough day, dad?" He asked. He adjusted his bulge and fished out his car keys. I swear he touched himself on purpose, but knowing how I was at that age, it was probably instinct. His huge bulge looked tightly packed in his jockstrap. It probably itched.

"Gotta pay for that car somehow," I growled.

My son was spoiled, no doubt about that. But seeing him so happy and fit and desired by girls and guys brought a satisfaction to me. People might imagine that I live vicariously through my son, that I imagine his life fucking and doing stupid teen shit, but that wasn't the half of it.

"Well, I hope you relax," he said as he leaned over to give me a brief hug.

At least he's grateful, I thought. It makes this harder.

As he leaned in, I placed my hand at the back of his head and found the secret mark I placed there on his 18th birthday. As soon as my thumb touched the spot, I felt myself drifting away and returning back, seeing my aged body slump into the kitchen chair.

In my son's body, I stripped off my gym shorts and let my cock-stuffed jockstrap fall to around my ankles. I pulled my performance tee over my head and flexed my arms and let my sweaty armpits breathe. I took in that deep musk and let the young athlete smell rile my cock to attention. I felt pure ecstasy as I felt my control shoot through every nerve ending and into each muscle. My abs tensed, my chest tingled, my balls throbbed.

Each day is a struggle to get out of bed, but coming home from work has it perks when I get to relive my youth wearing him. I might jerk off in the kitchen and shoot my load over my chest and abs, then lick it off. Or maybe I'll save that cum and head to the gym and find some guy to do the work for me. I had all evening and all night to get it done. Then tomorrow is another day.

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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All's Fair

I looked at my crush stretching out his quads before his morning run. I felt my breath catch in my chest and I tried to stop my gaze from wandering to his visible bulge. His fit lean body easily contorted into his warm up.

He caught my stare and smiled. "You gonna join me?"

I stammered out something. I fidgeted in my skin. The fact that he was talking to me now when days earlier he just blew me off. I looked down at my new body.

The young muscles beneath my clothes tensed and flexed. I felt my erection growing stiffer in my compression shorts. I bought this outfit specifically for this moment. After I bought this skin suit online, I wanted our first meeting to be perfect.

"Yeah," I say. I met his stare and felt my head grow dizzy.

When I was an overweight business man in his mid-30s, this jock wouldn't give me a time of day. I would try to say hi or compliment him and he'd just scoff and walk away. His stuck attitude would put anyone off, but I fell for his perfect looks and I knew he was an alpha. I wanted to do anything for him. So I spent several thousand for this skin suit of a college athlete.

"Great," he said. He stood up and hopped in place, relaxing his body. "Maybe if you catch me, I could catch your number?" He said, grinning. With that he took off in an easy jog.

I chuckled to myself and took off after him.

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felixkerrm2m · 4 days ago

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Hey there, I saw you send out a post where you asked people for idea's for stories or to send pictures. one idea that has been going around in my mind is more of a series idea than a single story yet I still hope you'd like to hear me out. So the MC gets into an accident and finds that when he wakes up he has a ghost buddy. This could be a special power from the family line that needed him to get close to death to awaken, could be a friend that died or simply some being he can control. He finds out that this being can possess and control people he wants to but not only that. When the buddy leaves whoever he controlled they continue to act the way he told them. Example: Hot dominant bully, big muscles, tries to pick on him after he returns on his first day of school. He makes the ghostie posses him and makes the ghosty make him submissive , turn him from straight to gay, and have him see MC as his master. He remains cocky and big, but he now loves it when MC messages him sneakily , getting him out of the classroom as he gives him a blowjob or uses him as a human fleshlight. After a while MC feels like he has had enough punishment and tells the ghost to get out only to find him still acting the way the ghost had him act. From there on out the mc slowly starts having his fun more and more slowly growing into his powers, corrupting, teasing, maybe his own harem, the jock being used as his human fleshlight etc. I think that coulld be a pretty hot story or series of him using his powers.

(Sorry this is long lmao)

Lorenzo Bautista was born to a line of fighters. Whether they fought in a ring, fought fires, or fought on the battlefield his family was intimately familiar with death. This is what inspired him to become a doctor so he could do battle with death itself.

This was not entirely appreciated by his family.

Lorenzo's mother was truly the only one who appreciated what he was trying to do, but she failed to get the other member of the family to share in this appreciation. Throughout his life he was targeted by bullies, some of whom he shared DNA with. His family who ordinarily loved a good fight stayed out of it, hoping Lorenzo would fight back one day and discover he loved it, but he always stayed passive.

Today Lorenzo stood in his apartment lobby, collecting his mail. He noticed an envelope from the prestigious Harvard Medical School, a school he was dying to get into after finishing obtaining his PhD in microbiology from Stanford. Opening the letter and skipping to the bottom, Lorenzo knew that his life was well spent. He was accepted!

He had to celebrate, had to do something now that there was undeniable proof that he had answered to the correct calling! He closed up his mailbox and rushed out to the parking lot with his acceptance letter, planning on making the long drive home to throw his success in everyone's face.

As he drove on the freeway Lorenzo could not shake the feeling that this was the start of something huge, that his life was only just beginning. As he drove along the coast to his home town he admired the view, but noticed there was a strange amount of crows along the way. He tried not to pay them any mind, but found himself getting distracted by their increasing number. He noticed one had landed on the road too late to properly drive around it, swerving in a panic and sending his car over the railing, driving right off the cliff side. He knew all too well that the survival rate of a fall like this was abysmal, recalling someone from his high school class who died driving over the rail shortly after they had graduated. He knew death was coming, but could not bring himself to accept it.

"No, please!" He cried out, to who he did not know, but calling out to an invisible force was more comforting than simply plummeting to your demise. "My life is just starting! I was meant to save people, to be a doctor!" He cried out, feeling a true primal fear well up within him, one that made him want to lay himself bare to the universe. Was this the crawl of death his mother always said his family felt before their demise? "I...have not had nearly enough sex!" He confessed before there was a crash, then darkness.

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A few hours later Lorenzo woke up in a hospital, a male doctor smiling down at him as he stirred awake. "You're quite lucky, Doctor Bautista. You weren't injured beyond some minor scrapes, the doctors are calling this a miracle." He said to Lorenzo, who looked down at his hospital gown and the IV tube in his arm. "I...I'm alive? Wow, I-I thought I was gone." He said, tears of relief flowing through his eyes. "O-oh, and please, call me Lorenzo. Where am I?" The doctor gave Lorenzo a rundown, explaining to him his location and condition before grabbing some charts and starting to update them. Lorenzo was grinning like he was winning when a green orb suddenly appeared before him, a chuckle radiating from it. Lorenzo looked to the doctor in a panic, but the doctor hadn't even noticed or heard anything. "Oh, he can't see me, Doctor Bautista, no one but you can. That whole miracle spiel? Nonsense. I was the one who saved you once you went over the rail." He said, causing Lorenzo's eyes to widen even further. "What are you talking about? What even are you?" Lorenzo noticed that the nurse did not seem to notice it when he spoke to the orb.

"Me? I'm a ghost, you can call me Gene. Your family is special, you know that? So much death surrounds them that you have a special connection to it. Plus, as you know crows have a metaphorical connection to death that is much more real than most realize. When you were falling off that cliff to save a crow your words echoed into the afterlife and I decided to respond, coming into the world of the living to save your life. When most people die they cry about some boring shit like wanting to spend more time with family. I was honestly just going to ignore you after that whole doctor thing, but then you said something real, something honest. Something horny." The orb had no expression, but Lorenzo could hear that creepy smirk. "I decided to help you out, because you can help me out. I died without getting laid as often as I would like, and I can only exist here and take over the bodies of the living if I am tethered to one." The Gene floated closer to Lorenzo, energy radiating from it now. "Agree to be my tether. I will be at your beck and call, able to occupy and distort anyone you command me to. We can fuck like animals who will die if they don't, I can be any man you want! Even doctor cutie over there." Lorenzo looked at the nurse and blushed a little before turning back to the orb. "I...okay, you did save my life, so logically, I owe you one." He reached his hand forward and touched the orb, causing a blinding flash of green light that only he saw. A green mark appeared over his crotch that would house Gene when he was not in use, and he felt attuned to Gene's thoughts now. "Well, time for us to have some fun!" Gene exclaimed excitedly, the words clear inside of Lorenzo's head. A green trail of light shot out from Lorenzo's gown and into the doctor's chest, causing him to gasp and spasm for a second before smirking at Lorenzo. "Let's do this." Gene quickly closed and locked the door to Lorenzo's room before snapping his fingers, a green flash of light appearing over his scrubs before they vanished, reappearing on the floor neatly folded. "Neat trick, isn't it? I'm still figuring this all out myself, but it's all just coming to me now that I have a master." That phrase seemed to earn a blush out of Lorenzo. "Master, huh? Okay...I order you to do that to me, make my gown come off and get this IV out of me." He said, gaining a bit of confidence. With a snap of Gene's fingers Lorenzo's command was executed, the nerdy young man now bare on the bed and free from the tube in him a moment ago. Gene sauntered forward, climbing onto the bed between Lorenzo's legs and pressing the doctor's hairy body against him. "Anything else, master?" He asked breathlessly, earning a shudder from Lorenzo. "I don't think we have a lot of time left before we get interrupted. Use whatever magic you have to lube his cock up and start riding." He commanded, earning a wicked smirk from Gene. "Right away, sir."

With a snap of Gene's fingers his stolen hole was instantly lubed by ectoplasm. He grabbed Lorenzo's cock, his eyes widening. "Never took you to be someone hung." He said, admiring the 10 inch long and 4 inch thick cock. "Well, we did just meet didn't we? I'm full of surprises." Lorenzo countered with a cocky smirk as Gene nodded, straddling the hung nerd. "Right of course, just met." He said, a bit of mischief behind the doctor's eyes as Gene used his body to lower himself on Lorenzo's cock, moaning blissfully as he did. "Fuuuuck it's been way too long! God I've missed this!" He wasted no time pushing himself to the base of Lorenzo's cock, his hands gripping onto the nerd's shoulders. "Goddamn this guy is tight! Is Doctor, uh..." he gestured to the body and Gene quickly caught on, "Reynolds." Lorenzo nodded and chuckled, realizing that he was about to help Gene abuse this doctor's body and he didn't even know his name. "Reynolds, is he straight?" Gene nodded, lifting himself up before crashing down and starting a rhythm of bounces on Lorenzo's cock. "Mmm never even kissed a guy, and now he's getting fucked! Doctor Reynolds can be whatever you want, Master, so tell me, who do you want him to be?!" Gene was grunting as he spoke, riding Lorenzo like a wild animal now.

Lorenzo contemplated this for a moment, reaching his hands around and gripping Gene's stolen perky, hairy ass. "I think Doctor Reynolds should be a fucking manwhore. Makes bedroom eyes at any guy he thinks is hot, doesn't hesitate to fuck or get fucked, even if he is risking his career or reputation for some action!" Lorenzo was moaning as he spoke now, starting to thrust into Gene's bounces after determining a good timing. His body was heating up now, and he could tell Doctor Reynolds' was too, after all, how could it not with the way Gene was using it? "Sounds like the perfect doctor to me, Master." Gene said as he leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss against Lorenzo's lips, one Lorenzo gladly returned. The two threw themselves into pleasure and depravity, Lorenzo thrusted into Gene like his life depended on it and Gene rode him as though his did, grinding and bucking whenever he had the chance. The pair had not experienced a good fuck in ages, the pleasure was quickly starting to become too much.

"Fuck, fuck!" Lorenzo gasped out, feeling like his cock was about to explode. In a state of true lust he declared, "Doctor Reynolds is also the kind of man who loves getting that hairy chest of his coated in a good paint of cum! He loves the way it feels and collects a load there when he can, only letting it get cleaned off by the shower!" Gene sprung into action, pulling off Lorenzo's cock and kneeling by the bed and pulling Lorenzo's legs to the side so he was kneeling between them. He stroked his master while aiming his own cock up at his chest, going until the two of them roared out in bliss and fired off their cum, both hitting Reynolds' chest. As the lust came crashing down they both stayed still, looking into each others' eyes as they panted. "That was...incredible." Lorenzo said, earning a cheeky grin from Gene who stood up now. "It was, but I'm afraid round two will have to wait. Your family is here." With a snap of his fingers Gene restored the room to the way it was, Lorenzo in his gown and hooked to the IV and Reynolds fully dressed. Confused, Lorenzo turned to Gene who pointed to the walls. A green coat of light began to regress from them, going back towards Gene. As they retreated Lorenzo could hear his father's impatient knocking. "Hello?! My son is in there, why is no one answering?!" He demanded. Gene just chuckled proudly. "Two way sound barrier. Now, let's be polite and let the doctor speak to your family." He winked as a trial of green light exited Reynolds' chest and went back to Lorenzo's crotch.

Doctor Reynolds stood there for a moment, looking dazed before grinning down at Rey. "Thanks for the good time, stud." He said as he reached a hand up to his chest and rubbed over it in a circular motion. Lorenzo realized that Reynolds maintained an altered memory of what had happened, but the real shock to Rey was the doctor rubbing his scrubs to feel the load on his chest get spread around. Did Gene actually turn Reynolds into his perfect doctor?

Any doubts were dispelled when Reynolds opened the door, looking at Lorenzo's father's crotch before even looking at his face. "Hello there good-looking, I'm Doctor Reynolds and I was just busy taking EXTRA good care of your son. He needed a sponge bath." He said before winking at Lorenzo, making him smirk a little bit.

Was it wrong that he was so into seeing Doctor Reynolds' new personality?

(Hey there, thank you for the detailed ask. I hope this was satisfactory, even if there is no bully in it. I think I'll wait to see the feedback this gets before deciding if I make it a series so please guys, do not hesitate to let me know what you think! Would also love to know how you guys feel about Lorenzo being a shy on the streets freak in the sheats type.)

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The Takeover Pump

I swear, this gym turns into Diego Morales’ personal catwalk every damn day. Dude walks in like he owns the air, chest out, sleeves hugging his biceps like they’re gonna rip. And no one even questions it. The way guys make room when he passes, like he’s some kind of gym royalty—it’s insane. And he laps it up. Doesn’t even need to talk shit. Just a smug look, maybe a half-laugh when some newbie fumbles a set, and he’s already inside their head.

Today was classic Diego. He watched some kid struggle through a bench press—barely making it up—and just shook his head and grinned to himself. Not loud, not cruel. But you felt it. Like, damn bro, even your smirk is condescending.

And that’s when I knew.

I wasn’t just gonna admire Diego Morales anymore.

I was gonna be him.

He was mid-set, sweat starting to sheen on his thighs. That snake tattoo on his left leg looked like it was moving, stretching across that thick quad every time it twitched. His skin looked hot—flushed, glowing, dripping with effort and testosterone. It was all too perfect.

So I zeroed in on that ink. Didn’t even wait.

I slipped right into it.

Sliding into his body through the coil of that tattoo was nasty. The feeling of muscle tightening around me, swallowing me in—ugh, fuck. I melted straight into his quads. Thick, dense, just packed with power. I flexed—subtle at first. Felt the fibers clench under my will. Felt the weight of his thighs respond like they already belonged to me.

He twitched. Grunted. Tried to get up.

Nah. I froze him.

These were my legs now.

I pushed up—greedy. Took his hips next, his hard fucking abs, and that thick, proud chest. Every inch was soaked in heat and salt and testosterone. He gasped, tried to say something. “What the f—”

But I grabbed his throat from the inside. Squeezed gently.

And I answered through his lips.

“…fuck yeah, this body’s mine now,” I moaned. And goddamn, his voice—that voice—was like caramel and gravel, pure cocky alpha drawl. I felt it rattle in his chest, deep and wet and mine.

His fingers twitched on his lap. Then curled into fists. I made his forearms bulge. Veins popping. God they looked so hot all pumped like that.

Then I reached his face.

His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared, trying to resist. He was furious—until I smirked. That Diego signature smirk. Easy, smug, effortless. I felt the shift. That moment when the body gave up and gave in.

Oh yeah. Now we were talking.

“That’s better,” I purred out loud, savoring the smooth, cocky tone I now controlled.

I glanced down. Still on the plyo box. Diego’s legs splayed, thighs huge, arms resting on his knees. Black shirt soaked, clinging to his chest, sleeves tight as hell.

I flexed hard—both legs. Oof. That mass. The pressure. I bit his lip, reached for his phone, angled low.

Snap.

The look in the photo? Arrogant. Sweaty. Fuckable. And all me.

God, moving inside this body was pure filth. Every shift of muscle, every bounce of his thick frame—it was like walking around in a suit of raw sex. When I stood up from the box, I felt his glutes clench and lift under the fabric, thick and heavy. His ass swayed with power, that casual, dominant jiggle in every step. And when I reached down to adjust the thick bulge in his gym shorts?

Fuuuck. I almost moaned.

His cock throbbed in my grip—long, hot, still sticky from the heat of the takeover—and the sensation of his fingers wrapping around it like it was just another muscle to flex? I had to breathe through the wave of need that hit me.

I needed a mirror. Needed to watch myself move in his body.

Next stop—locker room.

I planted myself in front of the mirror and peeled his sleeve back, nice and slow. His shoulder… holy shit. A round, swollen globe of carved muscle, striated and high, like his body was always flexing for attention. I rolled it under the mirror light, watched the fibers stretch and twitch, veins trailing up toward that thick neck. Unreal.

“Daaamn, this delts-on-display shit is filthy,” I growled, dragging each syllable out with heat in Diego’s voice—low, syrupy, hungry. Snap.

I locked eyes with the reflection. That smirk—default Diego—but the fire behind it? That was me.

His lips. His face, but under my control?

Dangerous.

I decided to leave a little present of my stay in Diego and uploaded the two pictures I just took to his Insta. I watched the story upload. That cocky grin. Those legs spread. His arm flexing like it knew everyone wanted to worship it. And the best part?

They had no idea.

No clue it was me behind that expression. Me behind the lens. Me behind the body.

That secret made his cock pulse again. It was already thick and swelling in his tight shorts, the fabric straining, the waistband cutting into his V-line.

Fuck. I couldn’t wait anymore.

I needed more.

I opened his locker. Wallet. ID. Key. Diego Morales was going home. And this time?

He was gonna get properly broken in.

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His place was nice. Simple. Clean. But had that vibe. Like someone else lived there. Girl stuff on the counter. Probably a girlfriend. Whatever.

She wasn’t home.

And right now, this cocky king of the gym? He was mine.

I stood in front of his bedroom mirror and peeled his shirt off slow, dragging it over his abs. God, he even smelled good. That post-workout musk—salty, warm, soaked into the shirt.

I turned around. His back in the mirror. Wide. Tapered. Lat veins showing. Fuck me.

I flexed. Traps rose like wings. I turned slightly, made the light catch his sweat. Snap.

But the real treat?

His front.

His abs were still glazed from earlier. I’d already busted once in this body—how could I not? I’d flexed in the mirror, bouncing his pecs, stroking that thick cock with his rough hand, moaning Diego’s voice while I came hard all over his torso. White streaks across tan abs.

My claim.

I dipped his fingers into the mess and brought it to his lips.

“Mmm, fuck you taste good…” I moaned, watching Diego’s tongue swirl slow over his fingertip, lips glistening, eyes glassy and half-lidded.

He looked ruined. Flushed. Wrecked. Diego Morales, straight gym bro, now dripping with cum and afterglow.

“God damn, I make this face look so fucking good,” I groaned, cock already hard again just watching his smug, satisfied smirk in the mirror.

But then I saw it—the back. Still clean. Still untouched.

Not for long.

“Gotta get the other side messy,” I grinned, rolling his thick lats. “And I know just how.”

I opened his phone. Straight guy, obviously—texts with his girl, zero trace of anything queer.

But this body was mine now.

Grindr. Installed. Profile up. Cocky pic, smug caption: New to this. Curious. Masc only. Know how to handle a real man?

One swipe. One lucky guy.

And tonight? Diego Morales was getting pinned down and bred. Moaning into a pillow, ass clenching around cock, still not understanding why it felt so good.

Not yet, anyway.

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