fullfriendnerdpurse

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Spinoff: Mike from Promising Models

@vindictivenerdcels you did yours, I have mine. You can check the OG here by @thesuitaskin

As Giselle expertly licked and swallowed his shaft which triggered his devious grin as the hot bombshell model looked so funny with Mike's beer can cock stuffed her mouth full, he decided to check his continously buzzing phone.

The name Rory appeared on his screen, what's so urgent? he pondered to himself. Looking at the blonde sucking on his third leg and the video call request, Mike decided to pick up the call because bros always come before hoes after all

"Yo Mike, can you come to my room? I have absolutely the craziest shit I ever experienced this morning,"

"If it's about another tightest pussy you ever conquered, I'm not going there bro, I am......busy," Mike said with a wink, not really focused on Rory's distressed expression

"No, dude, it's not about that. There's a fucking faggy nerd all naked next to me on my bed this morning," Rory said with a frustrared expression as if holding out his anger

"Wait......what did you say?" Mike said a little bit surprised, his sudden position shift caused his cock to impale Giselle's throat even deeper

"There's this weird nerd that somehow ended up in my room, in my bed, all crouched and hidden inside my blanket this morning! Wait......why do your eyes glitch like that? Bro, is there someone giving you a BJ?"

"Nu uh bro, no one, I'm just busy watching some stuff sent by Georgina, hence the noise," Mike said as he stopped Giselle from moving her head, practically choking her with his veiny, gargantuan 8 inch monstrosity

"Oh okay, you long-distance freak. Anyway, I couldn't be that drunk to the point of picking up a dude, right? It was just 4 tequila," pondered Rory, oblivious to the gargling and choking noise coming out from Mike's background

"Dude, that's just hella FUUUCCKK--ed up. Let me see what I can do to help you, I'm c--CUMMINGG there, okay? Gimme 15," Mike replied, this time he maintained his facial expression despite releasing all of his morning load down Giselle's throat, the poor blondie gargled and choked by the amount of cum yet she cannot break herself free from the choking to the point the cum and her saliva mixed up and simply spluterred out like a sticky fountain that now covered Mike's pubes

"Thanks bro, damn, my head is so fucking dizzy. And fuck, beating the shit out of that nerd really drained me somehow, I'll nap for a while," Rory said as he turned off the call. Mike quickly released Giselle's head from his choking. She let out a sigh of relief as she gasped for breath with her mouth all messed up from the load Mike shot down her throat. If it's any other men, Giselle would be furious to be treated like she's a mere object for pleasure, but Mike is somehow an exception due to his charm and connection that would help any aspiring girls to a better career in this City of Angels. So, like a good blonde bimbo, she licked her lips and thanked Mike, laughing off the incident as something normal as she said

"Can't let a distressed friend feels like the focus is not on them, can't we?"

"You're such a smart lady, keep behaving like this and you'll go far around here, I can assure you,"

"Awww, thanks. Anyway, you need to get out? Can I stay here while you're out?"

"Of course not, I'm not trusting anyone with my apartment. I will clean myself first and by the time I walk out from the shower, you better be gone, understand?"

"Oh......okay,"

Inside his mind, Mike sneered at Giselle, what a basic bitch......thinking that she's all special just because she's holding herself down there, she's not even milking it better than that wimp Simon LOL, he thought to himself. Simon.......is that nerd causing all this? What didn't he reveal to me and Rory about that fucking pill? Mike internal monologue pondered again.

As he walked out from his bed with his slick cock flopping left and right, he strut to the shower to quickly clean himself. If what Rory described turned out to be true, it means that Jeff is out from controlling Rory's body, but how? Will that happen to him too? And why it happened in the first place? Plus, where's Jeff then? His mind is getting a bit more anxious under the shower, he quickly walk out after a quick clean-up to ensure that he's not smelling like sweat and fresh cum. The blondie already left the apartment per his order so he got the place all for himself

"Please don't let this be the final time I'm enjoying this room. Life will be hella sucks without you, bro," he murmured to himself while rubbing his cobblestone abs before putting on the closest piece he can find. It's a branded athleisure clothing that he and Rory developed way before his takeover, and it's one hell of a snug fit

"Fuck man, I will never be ready to leave this shit,"

As he grabbed his phone, a message from a weird number appeared on his phone

"Dude, I'm ejected from Rory! Are you doing okay? I'm heading out to Simon's to interrogate him,"

Is this Jeff? He thought to himself......Hopefully this is the second chat he sent after not getting any reply from Max's original number, it would be hella risky and irresponsible of him to just reveal their whole scheme all along, Mike murmured to himself. Just imagine if he's also ejected from Mike already and Jeff just texted this outlandish chat to the real Mike???? That would be a major catastrophe, or maybe Mike would just dismiss it as another bullshit? Anyway, believing in the logical rationale Jeff possessed, Mike replied

"Yeah, Rory freaked out about you, I'm coming down to his unit now. What are you planning to do with Simon?"

"I'm just gonna make him responsible for hooking us up with this shit. I cannot stand a single minute not inside Rory, dude! I'm addicted to be him and I'm blaming Simon wholeheartedly. I wish he has stock of those pills remaining or can tell us how to get it!"

"Update me then, I'll bring Rory right there if you find any leads," Mike replied as he closed off his phone and walk out from his apartment

For the past 3 months, both Max and Jeff immersed themselves fully to the kind of life the real Mike and Rory would enjoy.

Despite its lavish settings and seemingly differing events, their activity consisted of three general things. Booze, babes and business. In the morning, they will have their 90-120 minutes workout with sets of friends they linked through the fitness influencer industry. Sometimes, they have clients to attend to that they charged thousand of dollars per session as it involved another set of workout in the bedroom that can happen right at that very morning or simply scheduled for. This workout usually happened in LA, but it's not rare for them to fly to Dubai, Bali, Cancun, St. Barths, Turks and Caicos or wherever their heart pleases. Then, afterwards, they filled their schedule with "work" that consisted of supervising their video and photo editor or attending bunch of BS business meetings scheming up classes and programs for impressionable and lost young men or bunch of losers. Usually, it's accompanied with lunch paid by people that invited them for the meetings, those social climbers trying to wow the established LA influencer crowd like him and Rory or they simply paid for it using their own money that they will then reimburse as business expenses to the bunch of companies they fronted for. Before the sun sets, depending on the location, they usually lounged around the pool or the beach in the hotel where their client paid for their accomodation and it's impossible for them to not have at least two babes each by their side. The same girls would then usually joined them for dinner and the night out that followed, or if both of them are drained from their very busy social butterfly schedule, they would then head straight to their room where they would blow their loads inside the girls before repeating the whole cycle the very next day. Now, Mike is not very sure about the continuation of it all if all in a sudden, he can simply be ejected from Mike's body and forced to return to his pathetic, invisible life as Max Belmont the boring graphic designer that will probably lose his entire industry because tech bros keep funding AI graphic generator development.

"Mike, Mike, hey dude, sorry if I rambled too long, I'm just....."

"Oh---no, no, no, sorry bro, I'm just trying to remember what transpired last night and spot the moment if there were any when you interacted with a scrawny gay dude. He must be sticking out oddly, last night theme was literally "Babes & Bros" after all," Mike replied trying to hide the fact that he's been zoning out from the get go thinking of the lives he and "Rory" might lose if Jeff failed to find anything from Simon

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to remember too. I literally have zero recollection of talking to that fag, and even if I talked to him, why the fuck I did that?"

"Okay, chill bro. No need to get all pent up again, maybe I should grab you some beers, you stock up any?"

"Yeah, maybe that will help. Just take out anything to be honest,"

Right as Mike excused himself to the kitchen, he received a short text from Jeff

"Bingo, quickly bring your ass here bro, and bring that meathead Rory too, the real one need to be in control once more,"

So, with a smirk while still hidden by the fridge door, he instinctively shouted

"What about a drive bro? We can use my Lambo, get your mind off from this shit,"

"That sounds perfect, let's fucking go!"

---

Mike told Rory that rather than driving aimlessly, he actually needed to drop something that the girl he slept with earlier this morning left behind in his unit. Rory bought the story with no questions asked because why would Mike fool him at this or intended to harm him in the very first place? They are the closest of friends, he knows there's no way Mike would let anyone or anything to harm him. So, Rory remained oblivious all the way until they reached the front door of the apartment 2139 on the 21st floor. Not even before he managed to knock on the door, Mike all in a sudden put him on a chokehold from behind, taking the air out of his lungs and squeezing his arm to its maximum strength to ensure a total knockout. Too surprised by the sudden attack, the shorter Rory eventually found himself flailing around mid-air as his very own best friend seemingly tried to kill him through strangulation or asphyxiation. Rory's eyes turned even wilder when the door of the apartment slightly opened to reveal the same faggot that he bashed for waking up next to him. But before he can make any meaningful attempt to break free, Rory's vision turned dark as the last thing he witnessed is the gay dweeb crooked smile

---

"Where the fuck is that dweeb hiding it?" Mike said as he thrashed the entire living room and its shelvings, finding nothing worthwhile

"Yeah.....I can't find it still and I've checked all the drawer" Jeff said as he tiptoed around the scattered mess and also the passed out Rory's body

"Fucking stupid nerd! Why can't he just put it where it's visible??? Why makes shit so complicated?" Mike added angrily

There's several pathetic attempt to bust the bathroom door, yet it remain locked throughout the whole ordeal. Mike's just hyper-focused to the task at hand, he only realized that someone is inside the bathroom and can't escape

"Wait, you locked him inside there? HAHAHAH, fuck him!" Mike said as he continued his rampage, flipping over the sofa hoping to find a ledge or some hidden spaces marked by oddities in the floor paneling. While he's busy tracing the entire flooring, Jeff entered the bedroom and head straight to the drawer next to the bed. Inside the first drawer, Jeff finally reunited with the pills that caused all of the experience in the past few months, neatly separated into color-coordinated arrangement of reds, yellows, and blues. He counted 10 pills for each colors, which he then smuggled 2 for each into the pocket of his hoodie before shouting

"YO BRO! I FOUND THE SHIT! It's here in his bedside drawer!

Mike dragged Rory's limp body into the room as he marched inside. His eyes sparkled with mischievous delight when Jeff shows him all the pills.

"Can't wait to fuck around with my real mate again," Mike said as he tossed Rory's limp hand to the floor and let Jeff takes care of it

"Fuck, I remembered how Rory reacted to the tightening of his chest after that dweeb drugged him in the gym ages ago, and with what he said about these red and yellow pills, maybe I should just----" Jeff said as he squatted down next to Rory's passed out form and grabbed his face

"Wake up, fucker, wake up,"

Several attempt to wake him up eventually succeed when Rory's eyes fluttered, but then Jeff caused him to chin up before forcefully openimg Rory's mouth to drop all 3 different pills to the back of his throat. Acting differently from normal pills, it instantly dissolved upon contact with the tongue and Rory instantly trembled as the drug takes effect rightaway

"Yo......shit's quicker from last time,"

"Maybe it's the blue one,"

"Well damn if that's the case,"

Within a minute, Rory's body already back to its deflated form and that's when Jeff starts to undress the jacked stud and put him on like an overall. Mike observed Jeff squeezing into the much-bigger body with ease as Jeff expertly slide his legs to give some life to Rory's legs that hardened upon Jeff's body entering.

Then, a rather awkward sighting happened when Jeff full control over Rory's pelvic and cock caused Rory to spurt out cum all over the carpet of the bedroom. If Mike stood a bit more close, he would be in its shooting distance. Laughing it off and noticing the quick progress of his best friend, Mike stared at the container filled with all sort of pills. Taking a step closer to take a good look at it, he noticed a familiar logo that resembled a gaming company he knows that yet somehow emblazoned to this container. Alphaland. Hmmmm......something to ponder later on, he said to himself.

Rather than risking himself to experience the same thing as Jeff, he eventually decided to grab the blue pills out of the others and chugged it in instance. Like a cold breeze sweeping through, Mike instantly shivered as a differing sensation hit him internally. All this time, he always sensed like he simply peered into the real Mike's memory and used it for his benefit, but somehow, the blue pills caused him to feel more aligned, it feels like he belong here and really own the memory. It's not like he borrowed it, no, he owns that fucking cherished moment when he saw the first outline of his abs back when he was 13. The taste of his first alcohol. The first pussy he scored in Ibiza for his highschool graduation trip. The way he jerked himself off when he got that million-dollar funding for his business line he's been dreaming off. All the parties. All the workouts. All the lavish trip, all of them feels like truly his and not just him siphoning off the real Mike's memory. Yes he internalized so much that he's the real Mike all this month, but this is the first time that he feels like he truly belongs. It's like, if he needed to make an interpretation of it, the oversized crown finally fits well because he's now the real Mike through and through, no longer an impostor that steal access and control of the crown while siphoning off memories out of the real one. As he opened his eyes after internalizing the upgrade he experienced, Mike decided that there's no more need for them to keep the pills so he crushed all of it with his bare hands. Rory that just finished his whole takeover sequence stared at Mike with a knowing smirk, understanding the rationale why his best friend is doing that

"So that nerd doesn't have any silly idea,"

As Rory put on his soaked shorts, Mike is already one step ahead and walked out to the pounding bathroom. He moved the broom that jammed the door from the outside and kick it hard to surprise the panicking Simon

"Hey there, fucktard! I see that you are not tired screaming all this goddamn time. Do you still have anything else to scream about?" Mike said with an aggression that is quite unusual for him, "and ohh.....Jeff is not here anymore,"

"It feels fucking good to be back, dweeb. Great job in giving away your friend's once more. I'm starting to think, you actually love it when he's looking this good and decided to puppet the muscle stud that once ignored you to actually give a fuck by bullying you. No need to deny it, that little pecker of yours cannot lie," mocked Rory to the cowering Simon that looked at both men in fear, "just admit it, you purposefully let Jeff knows about the whole fucking pills and admitted that you still have its stash because you want that nerd to be able to control my body once more, right? Guess what, you fucking did it, and more," Rory said it with an intrigue to hint on the mental transformation he managed to unlock with the blue pill

"M---m---more?"

"Y---y---y, stop acting dumb! You know the blue pill, that shit is the apeshit! It makes us the real thing, y'know? You can fucking kill us right at this very moment and our ghost will be looking like the stud we are now! We're in so deep, we're the real ones now and all thanks to the blue pill. Now, what should we do to you to thank your sorry ass, dweeb?"

Both men stared at each other with a wide grin before deciding on to tied him to the sink and piss on poor Simon that failed to put up a fight whatsoever as both Mike and Rory easily stopped any silly attempt from Simon to fight back. Done with humiliating their former best friend, both leave the premise and head out to embrace the life as two bonafide hunk, inside and outside

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Epilogue:

Mike said to Rory that he needs to do some out-of-state business for the next few days, so he's all by himself for the weekend. He already finished his workout, working on his videos and editing his Masterclass content, so now he finds himself bored with nothing fun to do. Then, he remembered about the pills. He scoured through the internet once to really delve deeper about it and he found out through the remnant of the online forum he found in the wayback machine that while the red deflated your body, the yellow one actually functioned to suppress one's consciousness, making the drinker a zoned out drone or something. That's why combining the red and the yellow one actually helped for a more long-lasting control because you need to be mentally on-point to keep your hold over the body if you only chugged the red one. The blue one is the one that sealed the whole deal, ensuring total control as the invader fused into the puppet's psyche and well, he doesn't need it anymore since he's not planning to leave this life as Rory anytime soon. So, feeling a bit adventurous, Rory knocked on the door of the apartment next to him. The man opened the door and greeted him quite coldly in a heavy Balkan accent

"What do you want, pretty man?"

---

"Javier Guzman?"

"Yes? And who are you?

"My name's Mike Leatherwood. Well, it's actually Max Bloomfield, and I'm your biggest fan, Xander,"

Javier's eyes went wide after hearing that name as he stared at the smirking Mike. How the fuck this guy knows? His gaming channel was not even that big and he really separated that world to this other world of his. Could he be a follower?

"Alphaland huh.....quite a generic and meathead name but I know what it alluded to. The logo and all. Based on your reaction, I really hit the jackpot with that name. Well anyway, I'm here to propose a business venture, this guy's quite a handy busines operator if I may say, do you mind if I come in? I see that you're making quite a good life out of this whole thing,"

Javier simply smiled and let Mike walks into his house, maybe they will not work out right away from this meeting, but at least he knows that not only there's people out there that actually used his product to its full extent, they also know or at least manage to trace and link his disapperance with the way this meathead gymbro Javier suddenly has enough capital to built a business as big as this one. Game recognizes game, they said

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

I wanted to make this one longer and just handed @vindictivenerdcels the part where Eli slid into Justin but the picture limit led me to this decision. All in all, a fun collaborative process and to be honest, one that I can really be very happy with the outcome

Spinoff: Fiancè Needs His Groomsmen Pt. 1

A collaboration with @vindictivenerdcels that reached out to me through his other account, inspired by @thesuitaskin Untouchable Fiance series

Austin observed Nick from the distance like a hawk eyeing its prey. Every move of Nick's muscle, the dangling cross pendant, the way he grunted with each reps, the strength that body capable to produce, everything filtered through the lens and perspective of his now-wonderfully informed brain when it comes to all things workout and building physique. That is one delicious body to be taken over, he thought to himself as he stopped watching his supposed-best friend like a creep from a hidden point of view in the gym and walked to approach him.

"Hey there bro, you seemed to be in the zone already,"

"Oh hey there dude, you just arrived?Fashionably late today, don't you? The future Mrs. Hill kept you preoccupied?"

"Nah, it was future Mrs. Hill very own bestfriend that kept me longer in bed, it took quite some times to make the beast softened after all," Austin said with a smirk and a gentle grab of his crotch, which caused Nick to deviously grin and playfully punched Austin's arm

"You slick bastard. You know you can ruin that strong girlhood bond if you fuck all of her bestfriend's behind her back," Nick replied with a hint of sarcasm to Iris friend circles

"Well, what do you suggest I do to satiate their sex drive? Introducing my jacked douchebag of a best friend to them as my replacement?"

"Obviously, meathead! That's a start I know you haven't even think about until now. I mean, come on man, as I said it so many times, you gotta stop playing around and start sharing the ladies that hit on you to me or Adam. We have no issues pulling chicks but I'm not gonna say no if you pass me some hot chicks my way. And you, you can focus all your love and attention to Iris and her family,"

"HAHAHAH fuck you, dude! Stop teasing me to talk about that dweeb and his best friend. They disgust me, fuck, you just made me shivered with the thought of those two dweebs probably fucking each other while thinking about me,"

"Yeah dude, that story you shared about them scrolling through your IG sounded like a total nightmare. Fucking pervs,"

"Well, enough yapping. I'm about to hit chest today, so, see you around?"

"You don't need me to spot you? My schedule's free till the evening actually,"

"Nah, just lightweight workout for the day. Iris wanted to check out some vendor later today so I don't want to be pushing too hard,"

"Okay then. Oh yeah, totally forgot. I can do the fitting this Saturday, so you don't need to split my session's and Adam's, my brother postponed his visit,"

"Sweet, will tell Mr. Wendell about it so he can prepare his team for us. See ya later then, dude,"

Yup, all goes very sweetly according to his plan. Hopefully Benji will enjoy his time inside that incredibly jacked form of Nick's older brother, Mike. As for the fitting session.....that's the grand trap that will capture the two oblivious hunk unaware that they are literally like a pair of fish that swims into the net. As he started his set, his mind raced to the possible scene of seeing those jacked bodies of Nick and Adam seized by his best friends instead and how they will fool and toy around with Eli, a hardening meat started to beg to be released from the confine of the cotton briefs as it creates a rather prominent bulge in his pants, which Austin just stared with a smirk as he admired his overall form

---

Behind Eli's back, Owen actually used Austin's more flexible time to develop yet another set of pills. If the previous pills helped to jailbreak other people memory by integrating one's form to the neural system of the one taken over, he took it one step further this time. As far as he knows, he's the only one with the power to possess another people. He saw telekinetic, animal mind control, super strength or pyrokinetic folks in the past when his now-dead parents brought him to the "Gifted Meetings", or so they described it, but no one owned the kind of his power per his recollection.

The soul is a very sacred spaces and maybe his desire to have a loving parents caused him to develop such power in the first place, after all his mother was blessed in manifestation and foresight as her power so maybe this possession skill of his is the same kind of power as her manifestation but more directed towards something and definitely more potent due to its focus. The desire to live like others with complete set of family and sheltered from the cruelty of the world led him to have this ability and now, he finally materialized its full potential by staying inside Austin Hill for the past few months, much longer than his previous possession of Mr. Evans, the history teacher back in his highschool or Jamal Brooks, his college wide receiver, that only lasted around a week or two.

For him, the key has been the pills that he still took once per week, but he found the idea of making others experienced the same sensation as him to possess others to be thrilling so he used the profit Austin gained from crypto and stock to fund his exploration to create the possession pills. It sounds to be quite an extraordinary — even impossible — feat to achieve but as if proving his mother's powers, he indeed managed to create the pills as his dreams and just mere flashes of thoughts shown him to whom he should talk to, what ingredients to pick and what kind of steps he should take. The pills finished earlier this month and he's been making calls to some surprised friends that received a very odd phone call from the one and only Austin Hill. The surprise turned into intrigue as he explained his detailed plan to the flabbergasted friends, but of course they agreed to join forces and help Owen/Austin with that kind of reward on the line

Benjamin has been the first to demonstrate the efficacy of the pills. As he posed as a UPS delivery person, he downed the new pill right as he knocked on Mike Moretti's front door.

Not wasting his time, Benji lunged right away at Mike's body as soon as he opened his door and instead of stumbling and falling together to the ground, as planned, Benjamin indeed slipped into Mike's body with ease, the body was so shocked it failed to react appropriately to the invader. Benji, as Mike, quickly ripped open the package he previously brought filled with the memory pills. He grabbed one pill out from the tube and downed it dry in one go, Mike's supplement usage eased him to down the big pill with no help of water whatsoevers.

The metallic bitterness hit instantly, and within seconds, a slow surge ignited behind his eyes. His breath caught. His knees bent slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the incoming neural flood. Images, names, memories came in waves. Friends. Codes. Muscle memory. How Mike lifted. How he fucked his wife so incredibly to the point of them having their 5th child and would be 6th if she didn't stop him . How he thought. How he ran his business, everything became accessible for Benji as he quickly made the phone call to Austin to confirm the success of the possession

"Well, call your brother then and deliver the news that Angelo is too sick or whatever, make it convincing as fuck and ensure him that he can stay in town and you will come visit the other time, no need to visit you, okay?"

"This is the last time I'm calling you. I don't take orders from anyone, I'm Mike fucking Moretti," he said with a teasing growl

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy that thick Italian sausage, you dweeb. Just do your job and I will not mess up with you,"

---

"Where are you going this early? It's Saturday, I'm making breakfast,"

"Not your business, fag, and I'm not eating your soyboy cooking anyway,"

"Hey, that's not nice, and I know where you are going anyway,"

"And so, why do you ask then? I'm not obliged to let you know my errand or who am I going to meet,"

Eli stammered. That sounds like Austin, yes, but there's also this bubbling Owen that seemed to rose to the surface, is Owen frustrated with him? Eli thought

"I--- I just---"

"Anyway, just do the fucking laundry and prepare for Iris to come later. I know you will probably sink your nose to my gym gear before tossing it to the washing machine, just don't let me see you doing that shit when I come back and do wash it clean, will ya? My Alphalete gear smelled ripe because you probably didn't wash it right, thank fuck I'm the face of the brand so I can just request a new set, but I want what I have now to be clean, you hear me?

"O---okay, Austin,"

As Austin entered his car, he called Peter and Ron to prepare themselves as he is on his way to the tailor. Then, as he starts to drive, Adam calls him

"Hey there dude, sorry for such last minute call. I somehow cannot start my car and I'm actually in my family's cabin by the lake, no sane Uber will pick me up over here. Can I postpone my session to next week?"

"I can pick you up," Austin said as he gritted his teeth, slightly pissed off with the situation as his mind already wandered to all the adjustment he needed to do

"Wait--- what? Are you sure? Man, so sorry for the hassle, okay? I promise I will make it up to you, if Mr. Wendell charged you extra, let me pay for it,"

"No worries, I'll handle him. I'll be in your place in around 45 minutes,"

As he takes a sudden U-turn, he sends a voice note to Ron

"I'm picking you up in 10 mins, we're going for a quick road trip,"

---

"Dude, that's hella quick, I thought I would have some times to cram in some work before you pick me up. And oh, who's that tailing you?"

"See, told you he forgets you," he said to the dejected Ron that stands behind him as he just swallowed the pill, "Well, he's been called Ron all his life. But he's about to be called Adam soon,"

"Oh.....okay, he has the same name as me?"

"Even better. Now Ron!"

Frozen in his seat as he's left puzzled on what Austin said and the sight of the pale fat fuck that sprinted to his direction, Adam blinked a bit too late as he witnessed the way Ron's obese body seemingly sinking into him. He's left speechless, his mouth opens but he cannot say a thing as the invading force caused him to be practically paralyzed from head to toe. He let out a painful groan as more and more of Ron submerged into him and seemingly aligned his form inside of his much leaner physique. His eyes darted to the smirking Austin that approached him with what seems to be a tube of supplement. Austin takes one out and it glows like a shiny metal. As Ron seemingly take more and more spaces inside of him and started to reach control over his vocal chord, Adam's eyes went wide as he listened to himself chuckling bitterly

"After all the session I taught you back then, fuck you for forgetting me! I'm taking my payment now you meathead!"

He tried to reply to the statement that escaped his mouth, trying to plead sorry as he remembered Ron now as the Math prodigy that helped him survived the mandatory Math classes he should take back then by being his tutor for free, but it's a bit too late as Ron already controlled his nostril too and caused Adam's psyche to panic as he momentarily suffocated in the uncertainty. Soon after, he lost his sight and eventually grip of his own physical form, cornered to his brain that he valiantly tried to protect from the invading force. He witnessed in his subconscience how Ron tried to fit himself to the controlling seat of his body but Ron's massive form failed him to be in the controlling seat as it's already molded to fit the real Adam and the real Adam only. But that's when Adam heard

"Chuck me the pills, I'm fucking ready!"

Adam watched in confusion then as he heard the gulping sound and then a loud, whirring noise and a bright blast hit him very hard. He let out a crackling scream that falls on deaf ear as he's no longer the conscious and soon not even a subsconcious part of his own physique. The noise and the blast also revealed a rather surprising transformation as he witnessed Ron's psyche already shifted to resemble him through and through, no longer fat and totally resembling Adam even to every single detail of his five o'clock shadow.

With a smirk as he stared back at the surprised Adam, his impostor seated himself in the controlling seat of his brain, all connected to the whole nervous system and memory bank that belong to Adam. In the outside world, Austin witnessed live for the first time how his pills take effect in real time and he's more than pleased seeing how seemingly effective the whole thing is. It's not even 5 minutes since the initial takeover, and Adam is already a changed man inside

"Ohh Austin......he really is a goody two shoes per your explanation. So positive, a very prominent advocate for wellness and mental health, a very nice sweet guy. He's a changed man from his college days, but too bad he's a dick to me and to be honest, we can let that rotten former college jock personality out a bit more, don't you think? I'm not building my muscle all this year for nothing,"

"As tempting as it sounds, you better stay in character. We cannot let people suspect a thing for now. Plus, it's too early and you still need to retain control, I'm afraid acting out of the ordinary will make the brain detected something off. It's pills after all, not the same as my power,"

"Uggghhh fine........"

---

When they finally arrived back in town, they go straight to the tailor. Hopefully Peter stick to the plan and keep himself hidden from anyone's sight, Austin muttered under his breaty. It's going to be pretty reckless of him to tackle Nick all by himself in such a public setting. Even worse, Pete might be beaten to a pulp by Nick and that's not a sight he wished to see. As they walked in to the shop, Mr. Wendell welcomed them

"Your friend is waiting inside already, I already measured him and he's probably changing his clothes or tried out some things with my assistant Jason,"

Austin and Adam entered the room that Mr. Wendell pointed at and found quite a sight to behold. Nick just finished putting on his white tee but his cock dangled out freely with the blonde, dainty guy presumably to be Jason kneeled right next to it with his face splattered by cum

"Oh, there you two, I'm fucking bored waiting so I called him in and just make him use his hour. You paid him by the hour, right?"

"Nick---"

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this? Are you trying to get me blacklisted?"

"Oh calm down will ya. Jason here won't say a word to Mr. Wendell, right? You are not going to make your uncle have a heart attack and also break your parents heart because of your slutty mouth, correct?"

"Y---yes, sir,"

"See, told you. After all, I will not fuck that mouth of his if you're not late, Austin. Now, cum rag, clean up and call your friend to come here, it's fitting time for them," Nick said coldly as he put on the casual dress shirt given by Mr. Wendell for sizing and material options

"Y--yes sir, on it,"

As Jason walks out from the room, Austin quirked his eyebrow

"Pete? Are you there?"

"Who's Pete?"

"Drop it, Pete. It will take quite a tremendous coercion to even make Nick let a fag gets close to his cock, let alone him blowing his load for anything but a chick,"

"Well, guess I do need that mind merge pills after all. Do you bring it with you?"

"How the heck you made it?"

"Him? Oh he's easy as fuck. He was busy listening to this shitty men's right podcast with his earbuds as he exited his car. I just jumped right in from behind, no witness, no camera, no resistance, just a smooth takeover,"

"Oh......that's nice. Wait......did you hear that? Someone's groaning from outside, should we check?"

As the three men walk out from the private fitting room, they are surprised with the sight in front of their eyes as the store blind closed in full so no one from the outside can see the debauchery that happened inside. Mr. Wendell, in all his bonafide DILF glory with his suit tattered on the floor, is getting serviced by his three assistants, Jason, Franco and Dominic. As Mr. Wendell opened his eyes, he makes eye contact with Austin & co. and let out a chuckle while Nick grinned from ear to ear

"What did you do, Nick?" asked Austin rather sternly

"Oh well......about that----"

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Part 2 and (maybe) 3 will be released by @vindictivenerdcels

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Revolving Door

When Tate McRae said that "I keep comin' back like a revolving door" in her hit song, I guess that aptly described my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Kentaro, or Ken for short.

He's quite a toxic, manipulative, trustfund gym junkie that is completely a ref flag through and through, but how can I resist him when he always fashioned himself in an entirely different manner after every single time he fucked up? What I'm about to tell you is absurd but it really is the truth, but aside from being crazy rich due to his parents work, that work done by his parents also enabled him to shapeshift into any human being on Earth as long as he physically touched them. So imagine my frustration (and obviously massive surprise that almost sent me to cardiac arrest) that after my first breakup with him, the person I have a big fat crush on because of his interest to me that came out of nowhere as I noticed him from ages before but not receiving any signal in return until after my breakup turned out to be Kentaro in disguise!

How did I found out about it? Well, he revealed himself by shifting right in front of my eyes after he fucked me. He explained that the people he decided to shift into would fall asleep as soon as he shifted into their form and so all the flirting I received from Grant was actually his. I obviously called him a fucking creep right then and there and started to throw any stuff I could find at him, until he shifted into my own fucking boss back then and styled that man in his posing brief as we knew him to be a bodybuilder and even watched his shows as he invited all the employee to support him. He grabbed me with my boss fucking muscular arm and leaned closer to me with a smirk before ravenously kissed me, using his knowledge over my fantasies that I shared with him about my boss as a weapon to attack my defense, which of course unable to resist my own wildest fantasies that came to life at that time

And that's been the dynamic ever since. Every time after our breakup and even when I already dated steadily with my now-boyfriend Lin, or Linford based on his English nickname, Ken would tease me from time-to-time for a quick fling here and there. My younger sis jock boyfriend......

the fucking plumber that worked in my house......

and even a random jogger I bumped with became a string of his identity theft victim and also my passionate lust and no matter how disgusted or wracked with guilt I was, I always returned with fascination to his different kind of embraces and deep obsession with me

He seemed to keep track of me rather obsessively, or maybe I let him track me deep within my psyche as I desired his bold moves, like shifting into my favorite coffee shop barista and sent me a crude message through HIS PHONE offering a fucking during his shift break as a reward for my loyalty to the indie coffee shop!

Or when he shifted into the fucking priest that officiated the wedding of our mutual friend, his eyes probably noticed how long I kept my eyes shut and lulled to the priest's fatherly baritone that enchanted everyone and when I caught seeing for too goddamn long at the priest taking off his suit jacket to reveal an insanely tight shirt that hugged his splendid figure. Ken used all that knowing full-well how much a man that pious turned out to be corrupted and want to fuck another man really stirred my groin with excitement

He seemed to really understand me in a molecular level, at least when it comes to my lust and sexual desires, and he utilized it in ways not a single boyfriend of mine after him managed to do.

So, after one of my escapades with him just a few months ago, this time he was in the form of my CEO's asshole son, he asked me

"What are we, really? I won't keep doing this with you, Evan. I have a life I want to build too and as much as I enjoyed your company with all your ideas and kink, this needs to be put to a stop if you really don't want to end with me. You always returned to me no matter how far you go, why can't you just stay with me then if I'm that irressistible for you?"

I was stunned........but I have no answer back then so I ran right away and leaving him to dust. I ghosted him by blocking all contacts of his because I was surprised he took all of the flings deeper than it should when I treated it as something shallow.

Nowadays, I really enjoyed Linford's presence and I've not cheated from him ever since. He's quite the gym junkie too in the past few months, I told him to bulk up and be strong and he took the advice really well and even more devoted compared to my working out hours as he has the flexibility of remote work. Things are also more exciting as Linford also shown me his shapeshifting power that makes everything so much more exciting in our bedroom, but I love his original look as it is.

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No, but for real, there's really nothing wrong with these 3 frat bros. Yes they are not necessarily ripped or drop-dead gorgeous as if their faces were etched by the angels, but that's like.....99% of Earth population anyway. Yes they don't have bronzed-tan skin that screams "Ready for the Summer" or peak muscle form that makes them the poster image of "Suns Out Guns Out", but again, is that really important when they have great friendships, healthy body and simply privileged life as men that were born in white, middle class family in the United States? Apparently.....that is really important, hence why they signed up for the program in the newly opened spa that promised them an instant result that will bless them with the fit, sculpted, tanned god-like bodies right before the summer break as the two muscle-bound dudes that knocked on their frat house door promoting the spa convinced them about the changes based on their video evidence of their own transformation

Yet, as soon as they realized that they look like nothing their real selves any longer and practically become someone with no ID, Social Security or even digital footprint, the decision seemed to be one that they shouldn't have made from the get go. It's been the spa modus operandi to lure in people with low self-esteem or just never satisfied with what they have to use their services for the spa's benefit.

Tied to the spa for a living and shelter, they are then employed in the spa various business ventures for measly wage, the freedom and fun they are looking forward for the summer becoming a distant wishful thinking as they have to work to earn their freedom

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"Mmmm.....I don't know man. You have to see it from her perspective. I think, when I choke her from the back with this massive biceps and then whispered her that she's a good girl and about to make his boyfriend feeling even more good if she can just loosen up her cunt more so she can take more of my massive uncut meat, that will be the nail in the coffin as that means that even the girl you fucked senselessly for the past 2 years and know every single ridges, curves, sensitive spots and even all the scars in your body is not aware that I'm not really you and she's in it for the whole ride with me. After all, let's do the recap.

I aced the workout as you this morning since none of the clients complained and all your muscle bros talked to me like normal.

Then, you heard how I talked to your lil bro right when he came by earlier, he didn't notice anything amiss, right? So I'm pretty confident your girlfriend won't notice either.

If I can give you any consolation, Isaiah noticed, but of course that creepy nerd noticed, he's really into you after all and after I'm done with Julie, he'll knock on the door around 3 AM when she's fast asleep due to getting pounded mercilessly and that pills I slipped into her kombucha and I'll fuck him silly right next to her as a way to thank him for orchestrating all this swap. He really outdid himself, don't you think? That fucking obsessive occult nerd, he really pulled this swap off, you really should've been more careful with your insult, bro. Look what it leads you to, and fucking look how being nice to him serves me really well

One question though, what do you think if I tell Isaiah to try his power and put himself inside your bro? Just imagine how crazy the sex will be between me and him, like.....can you imagine me pulling my own little brother's hair while sliding my schlong inside of his tight straight asshole as if he's Julie or some of the other bitches you fucked? Damn only thinking about it already makes my fucking 7 incher weapon hard as FUCK!"

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I think my mission back in time to prevent the birth of my worst bully, Callum, will easily become a success with the way I spent the past few hours simply worshipping my own current body of Callum's father in the locker room inside one of these old-school gym in this God forsaken base. He's just fucking hot, there's no way I will have time to even think about women to fuck like one of the nurse stationed in the base which is also happen to be Callum's mom, when everytime I wake up for the next 3 months, I will be enamored by my own reflection and how my morning wood begged for a quick, lustful release every. damn. morning

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

I tried to explain to him about our school's effort to combat homophobia and other form of discrimination towards sexual minorities, and how important parents involvement in teaching about this values, but the way the smoke from his cigars wafted right to my face and how both of his pits assaulted my sight and senses really caused me to struggle as I found myself easily losing focus and my mouth just simply salivating like crazy out of nowhere

"What did you say again, Mr. O'Hara? I really cannot hear your gibberish,"

"To summarize, I basically wanted to sniff and lick your pits, Sir---" I realized how ludicrous and out of line my latest sentence was as my eyes went wide, but to my surprise, he just grabbed my head and shoved it right at his left pits

"Atta boy, no resistance whatsoever. You see Mr O'Hara, I'm in need of a lending hand around here to help me out while my boys live their life enjoying their highschool glory days. So maybe a bigger, more calloused hands that definitely seen and experienced manual labor with equally strong beefy arms to help around here will suit you better, don't you think? After all, you're just a simple-minded, obedient farmhand of mine, right Oscar?"

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My mom is a fucking fat liar and I really should've listened to my guts faster from the get go. That manipulative cunt, bewitching me with her lies throughout my formative years, telling me that smoking is bad and disgusting and I should steer cleer from drinking even wine or any sort of alcoholic beverage and even using my dad as prime example on why I shouldn't do any of it. She was fucking desperate, she even made up these fuckers as my dad, searching for the one looking the messiest and most pathetic I ever laid my eyes on and imprinted all the imagery for my brain. That piece of work literally tried to deny me from one of the many pleasures in life, but thank fuck I met my actual Dad as I reached of age and away from home, and boy how he's the total opposite of what my mom described. He's a fit, muscular man in his late 40s, working as a very established realtor and have some interesting hobbies like shooting, hunting and boxing.

I was clearly not up to his standard, not in this pathetic form that witch caused me to look like, so he took the liberty to mold me to be better. But well.....to be fair...not like I remembered when was I ever attended a sporting competition and did not win anything? I was always fucking competitive and I know my father's training developed me into a decent athlete that attracted the eyes of college talent scout as early as when I was 12. So yeah, he knows what's best for me. Wait what? Talent scout? Athlete? What the fuck is happening? Uggghhhhh......ffuuuccckkkk......my head.....grrrrr......these memories......ffffuuuuuccckkkkkk.......wait.......huh?? What did I say earlier? Uggghh fuck, is this the side effect of that fucking workout pill?

Okay, you know what, all in all, he saved me from ever ended up with that witch and he introduced me to all these finer things in life. The highest quality cigar, the finest wine and how to differentiate it from the cheap ones, introduction to various cocktails and other liquor, the way to do multiple sports, my Dad really molded me into the straight, proud man I am today and I am forever grateful for his presence in my life

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"Now Cody, it's up to you. Do you want to take a puff and be a man like me or do you want to taste how my fucking sweaty pouch tasted like for that faggot tongue of yours? Your call, boy,"

And to think that literally minutes before, Frankie is the same like Cody, a timid college sophomore with interest in leather daddies or daddies in general. Now, as Frankie transformeed into a very fine older men clearly fitting Cody's lustful fantasy due to that cigar, Cody left with the dilemma to catch up with his best friend and become a muscle daddy himself or let the very inviting sweaty jockstrap pouch lulled him into subservience. As Cody kneeled on the floor with his tongue lolled out, Frank smirked, as expected from you boy, he murmured.

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

A short collaboration with @alienpossession so you know pretty well what it is going to be about

Rites: Easter (Eggs)

College season just roared back again after the short yet lively Spring Break. But, another short break appeared on the horizon as despite not considered a federal holiday, the college town housing the private Catholic university in the northwest already planned for the celebration of the Good Friday and Easter Sunday with quite the solemn yet festive spirit. A shorter day on Thursday and Friday and a full-on Easter festivities planned for the Easter Sunday already informed to the townfolks including the college students. The mayor also requested the university board to remind the students, especially its Greek houses to not hold frat parties or the sort during the period, which the students obediently accepted since the last thing they want to do is to ruffle the feathers of the society that hosted and embraced them with open arms for all these years.

To much of the surprise and delight of the students and the rest of the town folks, the festive spirit seemed to be kicked off quite early as they found several Easter-decorated eggs appeared in their houses and several public places unlike the previous years when the celebration were quite muted as early as Thursday morning.

"Look at those eggs, wow, that's quite an unusual motifs, don't you think?" exclaimed one of the men working out in the park to his friends that equally amused by the look of the eggs

"Yeah, super shiny, and 3D too, they really put on some works for these huh?" chimed in the others

Not limited to outdoor parks, the gym locker rooms, construction sites, or even cafes downtown also reported similar sightings of Easter eggs adorning the spaces seemingly out of the blue

Others are less amused and more surprised by the findings, because not limited to public places, even in their private area they stumbled upon the shiny eggs too.

They are pretty sure they keep their doors and windows locked and closed, and it seems like no one from the church or the mayor office visited them in the first place to hand out these eggs, so how on Earth these eggs found their way inside? Besides, it's quite a hazard too because what if they step on these eggs accidentally because they're not aware that their house or apartment units already in the receiving end of these strange Easter eggs?

But when these strange eggs cracked on its own and revealed itself as clearly not an Easter eggs, it's too late for everyone to react and save themselves. Carlos woke up this morning for his usual jog around his neighborhood. When he entered his bathroom, he found this horrible-looking tiny insect-like crearures next to the cracked shiny egg stashed in his bathroom for the past 3 days.

He accidentally stepped on it and the creature clearly stomped to death until it's deformed much to his disgust, but then he realized that he has more eggs in his house and one even in his bedroom. When he realized it, he returned to his bedroom with his sleeping girlfriend's mouth already stuffed full by the creatures.

When Alfie played around with the eggs just before he went down to made his breakfast, his eyes went wide as the eggs cracked and revealed a tiny legs trying to break open the egg.

The scream from his father and younger sister distracted Alfie and even before Alfie managed to got out from the bathroom, the alien invader already latched itself to his body and made its way inside Alfie's ear, much to the horror of the 21 one year old college junior as he screamed for his life.

Rex managed to crush some of the eggs even before it cracked open, the sight of his roommate and his girlfriend in their bed screaming for their life getting possessed terrified the shit out of him, he managed to lock himself inside his own bedroom and dealt with the creatures in his room instead.

His call to 911 proven to be futile and he figured that if his recollection proven to be true about the amount of eggs found around the town, the police force might not be of help anyway. In his desperation knowing that his room might not be able to keep him safe for too long plus the way this whole town might be compromised, he turned on his livestream on Tiktok and started recording as he returned back to held the door being pounded

"You won't believe this shit but I'm telling you, they are not Easter eggs, do not---- hey Rex, open up the door, it's time for breakfast --- fuck it....do not let those shitty Easter eggs crack open, kick them, destroy them, they are not.....Oh my fucking God---" and as the camera turned dark due to the phone seemingly pushed down from the other side until it falls flat to the floor, the sound of the window shattered and Rex scream filled the livestream as his gargling noise and laughter of his roommate and this other person filled the recording. Hundreds of Rex viewers tuned in already to the stream, all confused yet concerned on what happened to him

5 minutes later, his face appeared on cam as if nothing happened and he just laughed out loud with his roommate and his other usual streaming mate

"Fuck guys, sorry to make your morning messed up, they really got me good this morning. Yeah, shitty eggs are not empty but it's not filled by gifts either, it's actually filled with this disgusting fart bomb and they fucking put it on my face, but I'm all good now. And guess what, some of you lucky folks will get me hand carrying the eggs for you or if you want me to prank.your loved ones, drop the addy and we'll have a quick road trip to surprise you all, how's that sound?"

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Rites: The Beginning of Ramadhan

People that called Islam as their religion said by the time Ramadhan starts, the supernaturals no longer can roam free for 30 days as they are chained to their resting place until the end of that holy month. Well, as a newly-deceased person who died in a predominantly Muslim country after a crazy drunk-fueled night collision, I took the liberty to rest for the time being inside Ahmed here, and boy he's one funny guy

The moment I took him over, his mind instantly flashed to the countless parties he attended and he thought that his inability to be in the driving seat of his own body is him practically being punished by his God for raving all night long a couple times ever since he graduated college, wearing gold jewellery beyond rings and silk clothings like he's a cross-dresser or prideful greed Roman people and chugging alcohol or smoking LSD several times across these years.

That made it so much easier for me to manipulate him as I found out in my previous possession that I could make myself appear as horrendous or as domineering as possible when I already infiltrated his mind. So, utilizing his ultimate fear, I appear as his own grandpa, this authoritative, muscle man that despised anything that goes against the scripture with a little demonic spice of toothy, wide grin and cruelty sparkling from my eyes.

Boy when I tell you he shrunk, that man literally reverted back into the little boy that he was when this grandfather figure was alive. He tilted his head to look up to me with fear clearly painted in his face as he probably pictured me as this imposingly authoritative tyrant that beat his ass for every violation he dared to do in the past and ready to inflict similar pain once more

"Yeah, stay still, boy, a real man is in charge now," I said with delight using his own voice as I purposefully amplified my thoughts to the outside world as if I'm talking and self-worshipping my own set of twitchy muscle pecs that now remained still, no longer resistings its new controller

I walk into the bathroom inside this apartment that I can practically call as mine to fully inspect the goods under my care. As the shorts pooled on the bathroom floor, I'm left with only a rather classic underwear that cupped his ass and slightly hardening cock. Mmmmm.......not only I can tell that there's a delicious meat hidden inside this pouch, it also smelled hella intoxicating, or this underwear at least smelled intoxicating.

I happily grab the thick waistband of this underwear to reveal the package he shielded with this cotton pouch and I cannot help but smirk when I look at the fat mushroom head with no foreskin and the thick veins that powered this meaty monstrosity to reach such length. Memories of the way he inserted this weapon inside so many pussies instantly drive it to its full-length and I'm literally leaking from thinking about the prospect to bury this monster into a lot more varied, tighter hole, especially cute young jocks several years this bod's junior or even some submissive, easy-to-control bottom daddies.

Biting my lips knowing I want to edge myself further, I resisted the temptation to jack the thick meat right away and continued my exploration to check on my newest body a bit more detailed by looking at it with microscopic attention and also several moments of glancing to the mirror. The way his biceps bulged, the pits that he unfortunately just shaved because this nagging whore he currently involved with told him to keep himself dapper, neat and not too musky....pffftt....as if there's such category of anything getting too musky when it comes to men's BO. All in all, the way the rest of his muscle responded to each of my command to flex, curl up, stretch, and everything else really caused me to reach my tipping point. If only I let go and did not hold it, my fucking underwear would be soiled with my own thick, tasty cum literally one day before Ramadhan as if I'm still the horny, younger Ahmed in need of my sweet release before blueballing myself for 30 days for fear of getting caught by my baba.......FUCK this whole schtick really sounded more and more natural the longer I stayed inside of him

Okay, I don't think I can hold it much longer and it's been 35 minutes anyway of me self-worshipping my new physique, so it's time to drive this whole thing to the finish line. I started making silly faces and also doing some bodybuilder poses he practiced to push myself to the limit but a much more recent memory of his surfaced much to my delight, Onlyfans

Well well well, these straight porn contents he made with the chicks he slept with from Thanksgiving last year all the way to just last week. Damn......just look at him....look at me, piledriving that thick monster, guiding those pussies to bounce up and down, licking their nipples, I am a pro at knowing just what people want to see and how much I can keep the whole thing looking natural and not too poseyyyaaahhhh.....mmmmmm.......I can fuckkinggg....hnmmmmmgghh....hell yeah.....imagine how delicious it will be if....mmmmmmhhhh.....that is some wrestlers ass I....FFUUUCCKKKKINGGG GHHHHH.....pound.....huh.....fuck.....huh.....goddammit, look at that sticky fucking mess......mmm, slightly in the sweeter side, well his diet is well-balanced, so no surprise on that. Fuck, I'm so tired, I think I just need to take off this underwear and call it a day

Grabbing random underwear spread on the floor, I simply dry my slick cock with the drier part of the underwear before throwing it away after stealing a quick final sniff and put on the other one, of course with yet another quick sniff before putting the snug, black brieds circling my waist.

Flopping myself to bed, I open the stashed laptop to check on whether or not there's upcoming demand from my loyal subscriber, only to be reminded that tomorrow is the first day of Ramadhan. Well, trying to be cheeky and on theme, I grab the thobe from the drawer and put that garment on with ease as the material is smooth and it's a loose attire anyway. Time to say hi to some of my loyal fans and see whether or not they're interested if I can do a full-on Lebanese Arabic OF sesh while wearing these types of clothing. Guess Ahmed won't have a blissful Ramadhan this year with me "chained" to the driving seat of his body

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Rites: Lunar New Year

They said I haven't experienced the actual Lunar New Year unless I visited China during the period. So that is exactly what I did as I transferred my consciousness to my cousin in the mainland, Zhihao. The thing is.....it's been a month ever since that day and I'm still inside Zhihao up until today. It's not like it's difficult — he's a personal trainer for God's sake — I just missed my old life despite totally not even close to look as ripped as Zhihao or having countless parties that led to orgies everywhere I go as my cousins. I mean, can you blame the folks? My cousin aka me now is a fucking sex magnet and everyone wants a piece of me or at least having me in their friend group.

Even in the gym where I work, a lot of the clients I managed turns out to be having a fat crush on Zhihao and I simply followed the flow when I pummelled their mouth with my cock in the bathroom or when I just played out the role of a personal trainer while we have sex, guiding and talking them through it proven to be quite a hit as they always begged for more

But as I mentioned, despite all that, I just want to have my normal life back. I miss my morning run under the blazing California sun. I miss my friends back home. The quick stroll to greet my go-to barista. My fucking boring job. I miss them all. Yet, if my memory served me right, I think the ancient scripture said about the effect to wear off in the next cycle. Does that merely mean another year, which means some times around early next year? Another Snake Year, which means 2037/2038?? Or do I have zero chance to return as the next Wood Snake year only happened in 2075 or 2085 if I'm not mistaken??? I really should have just bought the ticket to fly all the way here or even better, stop being FOMO and I should just embrace how I as a Chinese-American can celebrate an equally meaningful Lunar New Year with my core family and closest friends without having to feel inferior with my extended families that lived here all their life. Well, there's nothing else I can do other than just live the best life as my cousin for now, I believe it must be nice for him to return to his body with me taking great care of it, even though the lack of call is a bit concerning......

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Kaden was not aware that the supplement given by his best mate Brandon turned out to be chockful of sedative. That's enough to put the restless jock to a dormant, permeable state as Willy, the 19 years old black-haired nerd took his sweet time to initiate the conscious transference to his rightful, alpha body. When Kaden appeared back at the gym the following morning, he might be physically the same, but the one in the driving seat is no more the helpful and friendly late 20s jock. It's a totally twisted, cocky and self-absorbed version of the once beloved gym trainer, just like what happened to the once-reserved Brandon

Kaden also noticed the changes around him as the transference seemingly enacted simultaneously or around the same time as his ascendancy to own Kaden's physique. The funny and wise family man Fitz now sporting just his underwear on the gym floor and growling with every rep he took.

And not just Fitz, but his fellow dad-gymgoers such as Rick, Scott and Frederick also appeared to take on the more conservative and rude older gymgoers persona that feels entitled to more gym spaces and believing that their money and job title could solve everything

The younger muscle bros are also as insufferable now despite the gym used to be known for a sanctuary of people that simply wanted to better themselves. Now, it's filled by like-minded, entitled bunch of Alpha jockbros that sees themselves as irresistable demigods that should be worshipped and this gym is their altar to showcase their greatness and place to devour their sacrificial pussies.

Rather than a sanctuary, the gym now has this electrifying, sexually-charged aura as beneath the clanking metal and grunts, echoes of moan and groan and flesh-on-flesh contact subtly reverberated from the locker room and sauna where the female gymgoers all found themselves embraced by the endlessly horny stream of men that looked like they have sex so easily across their lifespan but somehow has this sense of untrained and roughness of a first-timer or mere sexual deviants that only pleasured themselves without ever actually in contact of any women beforehand. Well, not like the ladies need to know the truth of what happened to the entire roster of the men's gymgoers

Changes

Almost everyone in the gym immediately noticed the change in Brandon. Formally the strong silent type, Brandon’s personality seemingly changed overnight. The oversized gym clothes were replaced by skimpy singlets and gym shorts that did little to hide his hulking physique or the fat monster snaking down his leg. His laser focused weight routine gave way to endless breaks flexing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixed hungrily on sight of his pumped body. His normal hasty retreat back to his car replaced by a long trip to the showers to impale yet another disposable gym slut on his fat horse cock. 

Some would be put off by the emergence of yet another quiet lifter morphing into a conceited alpha bro. But those in the know would know the truth. That the old Brandon was gone, his titan of a body now under the control yet another basement dwelling nerd, jacked up on content from the manosphere, and an innate sense masculine superiority. Soon more would join the ranks of those taking their rightful testosterone fueled place at the top of the food chain. Where they deserve to be.

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New Chicago 7: The New Beginning

"Erko" seemingly buldozed through all his competition and consolidated the entire crime empire within New Chicago under his tight control. The other crime ring leaders all followed Erko's direction to the tee with no questions ask, making it seemed like he has this unmatched charisma only a very powerful leader like him able to wield

Yet the truth is, other than stuffing himself inside the much younger boss, Rennik also stuffed his loyalist into all of the other ring leaders, succumbing the actual ones into perpetual servitude as their body practically being milked for usage by Rennik's loyalist that has been granted an automatic pass to strategic leadership position from just mere little shrimps. Rennik and Miller did that on purpose, the young and impressionable ones are always ambitious and have this thirst for power and respect. Yet, they are also easily satisfied and will be very loyal if given a chance and stuffing bunch of 19-25 years old into powerful and seasoned crime leaders seemingly lead to great result as all of them remained loyal to Rennik and able to consistently maintain the facade to their very own thugs under their control that they obeyed Erko and SBA rather than the old and slightly sick Rennik who is already gone

From the more traditionalist, rough-handed Mexican boss like Javier Martinez----

---to the more physically-imposing bosses like Gio DiNero or Andrey Nikolenko---

---or even the more modern, tech-savvy, socialite younger bosses like Antoni Cicak or Sergio Zapata, not a single one of them not filled by Rennik's loyalist.

Their followers are just simply too caught up with their own daily targets and their daily survival mode against the law enforcement and the other gangs, they failed to notice their own leaders already vanished and replaced by a bunch of fakes that simply used their bodies as mere sleeves to further the agenda of the true New Chicago kingpin, Rennik.

Not to mention the way that some parts of the upper government echelon of the crime city already choked full with Rennik's loyalist, the mole is everywhere and the military can only rely on a more orthodox and under-the-radar strategy to eliminate the threats that arises from New Chicago that might even destabilize beyond the Northern Lakes State. The US military, per Rennik's believe, are several steps behind them as they are simply outdated and outmanned in this city so there should be time for further agenda enhancement beyond what they already achieved. Rennik noticed that some of his associates were attacked and even disposed off from the cheaper, much more budget-friendly suits and it must be the military that caused it. Rennik really wanted to destroy the military from the inside out so he's going to convene with his minions inside the crime bosses and corrupted law enforcements on the next steps that he needs to do. For now, he heard about some bands of goody two shoes military rag-tag team that tried to sniff around the reasoning behind consolidation of power under "Erko's cold and calculating leadership" and he cannot help himself but grin to the delicious prospect of letting them feel like they have the upper hand before crushing them in one swift motion

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Rites: Valentine

Same-sex relationship is still illegal in my country and punishable with prison term, that's why me and my boyfriend always have to lay low in public and even also took some extra measures in private to ensure our safety. But, for Valentine's Day, we always did something special for the past 2 years and we absolutely planned to do it again this year. Last year it was two stereotypical American college football jocks, this year.....well, we wanted something different

We stumbled upon this opportunity during our research about moving out from our country and settle in an entirely different one. They helped people to relocate for short-term, like quick break from daily living, to long-term such as a complete change of life. Was it the alcohol or what that clouded our judgment back then, but we followed through the procedure back at that day from that shady website and found ourselves the following morning not next to each other and in a completely different country altogether. It was chaotic but we managed to found each other and have the best sex of our relationship to that date before all in a sudden ripped away from the two fine dadbod to return to our ordinary life when the time was up

This year, we're much more well-planned and prepared as we decided to go to Brazil to celebrate our 3rd Valentine together. Spotting that Valentine falls on Friday this year, we also requested a return back to our body by Sunday evening in our country timezone because we still need to go to work on Monday after all

"Ready?"

"Always. Directly DM me, okay?"

"Sure thing, babe,"

"Okay, good night,"

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I know it's our third time doing this, but it's always giving me such chills to open my eyes and found myself to not be in bed but actually in the middle of doing something inside a completely different body. We did mention to the agency to land us inside fit, 21-35 years old age group Brazilian men, but the weight of it really only hit when you experienced it, and it's certainly true for this one because this guy I'm in is thick!

It's Friday morning here in Rio, and I'm inside this huge tatted hunk named Gonzalo, his buzzcut and overall style makes him look very intimidating but there's a charming side to this handsome stud that I know I won't be able to resist if he flashes his smile to me. A small dog on a leash that I held added another element of surprise because I'm terrified of dog and I really cannot touch dog but I think Gonzalo here has no problem with it, right? I quickly take a selfie of myself and directly send the picture to my boyfriend's Insta as Gonzalo's insta is accessible anyway. Ohhh....he's typing right away, so he logged in to his account already huh......I wonder how he looks like

"Morning, handsome stranger. Just finished with my morning run, I'm reeked. Name's Joao,"

Fuck me, he's looking like a snack! Gonzalo's memory is filled with women and these repeated names of Carla that appeared in a lot of the memory, a girlfriend of Gonzalo apparently, but sorry to that woman, boyfriend is not going to celebrate Valentine's Day with her this year. I started to add my own input to Gonzalo's mind and make this body heated for the snack that is Joao on my screen, as I type my reply stating my interest to come over to check out how reeked he is. This two dudes might not actually know each other, but we don't really care about all that because what mattered for now is the fact that my boyfriend is inside of that man and I want to give him the love and fucking he deserved for his Valentine's Day

Once I receive the detail of his apartment location and another sultry selfie of his already taking off his musky cap and sweaty tanktop, I'm headed his way with the dog coming along with me.

The temperature in Rio is not that different with our hometown, so I find no problem strutting around over here through the walkways to the apartment located around 25 minutes walk from Gonzalo's residence. The people is definitely a lot more diverse and wearing a much-more revealing clothes compared to my hometown, but really, my mind just wandered to the idea of my boyfriend inside that taut Brazilian twunk, probably still sweaty with almost no clothings on already waiting for me. The colors of the street, the sight and senses of a new city, everything becomes secondary as I can feel the throbbing meat is accustomed to its owner's gay thoughts and just ready to be released from its cotton prison.

When I finally ring the bell of his apartment unit, the door opened quickly to the sight I simply cannot resist. I instantly lunged at him for a kiss and before long, we're already stripped naked from all our clothings as we consummate our Brazilian outings right here in this apartment while the sun shines nicely on us and the neighbors clearly can see us fucking each other but not gonna call police on us

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

4 hours before Part 1

Alongside the rest of the building, Vince also received the same surprise guest that has been taking over everyone's body in the apartment unit. And just like most tenant, the realization hit him a little too late as the aliens already slithered right into his brain when he realized the takeover. An alien named Quillyn, or Quil for short, found itself inside Vince proper fit build. And what better way to test the strength and durability of such new findings other than direct observation of it

Vince flexed, the bathroom mirror reflecting the ridiculous bulk he'd cultivated. At 29, he is a specimen. Veins popped across his biceps like tangled blue rivers, his chest a sculpted landscape of muscle. Sparse, dark hair covered him from neck to toe – a sight he just started to take immense pride in.

"Marvelous," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate the very tiles. "A perfect vessel."

He isn't talking to himself, obviously. The real conversation is taking place deeper, in the silent, humming spaces of his mind. There, nestled amongst Vince's memories and impulses, Quil reigned. A consciousness that had latched onto him just hours ago, slowly, inexorably, taking root. Quil spent the first one hour of his possession to analyze through millions upon millions of memories stored in Vince's brain. The first time his father brought him to the gym when he was a kid. Then, the various sporting competition with Greg screaming on top of his lungs to push him. The highschool and college dates followed by the casual hookup that grew increasingly passionate and animalistic the older he got.

The constant presence at the gym and the many hours Vince's spent to build his physique.

All of it are visible for Quil to see, analyze and exploit as it pleases. It's like as if Vince handed over the keys to his kingdom to a complete alien which utilized it to learn the in and outs of his own domain

The analysis are proceeding flawlessly. Strength, resilience… optimal for dissemination.

Vince continued to pose, the memories and muscle reflexes started to get real comfortable after a while as the alien tapped into Vince's reflexes.

That memory helped him to know the precise angle needed to maximize the most beautiful rippling effect of his muscle, the right strength and angle to release for an impactful punch, the subtle shift in balance that allowed him to outmaneuver an opponent. These were not just memories, but ingrained physical realities, honed over years of dedication. Quil greedily absorbed them all, a silent student devouring every lesson.

Vince practically has been gone ever since the takeover succeeded. He's merely a husk, a puppet, with Quil filling in the role to animate his 220lbs husk of a body. So, in a move the real Vince would not necessarily approve, his hands, guided by the alien intelligence, began to stroke his thick thighs before grabbing the prized manhood, the 7.5 monstrosity Vince used to plow into multiple holes in the past decades. The alien felt a surge of unfamiliar lust, sharper, more primal than anything it ever experienced.

Excellent, the voice hissed, a triumphant wave washing over Vince's body. Initiate procreation protocols. Disseminate the payload.

Vince is a lost cause. The alien's euphoria became his. The alien flooded his brain with images, grotesque and compelling, of him spreading his… essence — of filling other humans, corrupting them, turning them into vessels like himself. Quil reveled in the fact that there's no resistance whatsoever as it corrupted every single memories and thoughts of Vince as it pleases because it's his memory now

Unable to resist for too long, the building pleasure that rocked Vince's entire body due to the 7.5 inches meat that dangled from his crotch, eventually reached its climax with Vince splattered his baby batter across the bathroom mirror with barely no sound coming out of his mouth due to the surprise. It's a mess, as not only the mirror above the sink that got splattered with Vince's juices, but the tiles beneath him and even the low-ceiling of the bathroom is not spared. It's a sensation that in Vince's own word, earth-shattering, and Quil just finally realized how fitting is that statement. He's so oblivious to the world outside the bathroom, consumed by the building pleasure that rocked his body when the door creaked open.

Vince froze, his eyes snapping open. His father, Greg, is in the doorway.

Quil analyzed the figure in front of him. Greg is 53, but he still cut an imposing figure. Years of bodybuilding had left him with a physique that defied his age, a testament to discipline and iron. His hair, once a dark brown, is now streaked with almost completely white, adding to his rugged charm. He's a stud in every sense of the word.

For a moment, the silence stretched, thick and heavy. Vince stood there, buck naked, his body slick with sweat, his face flushed with alien-induced lust.

Then, Greg grinned.

It's not a fatherly smile, not a gesture of concern or embarrassment. It's a predatory grin, a flash of teeth that spoke of shared knowledge, of something dark and wicked simmering beneath the surface.

"Having fun, son?" Greg's voice was low, gravelly, laced with a strange, almost reverent tone as he started to unbutton his shirt

The alien within Vince pulsed with recognition. It's not alone. It has found another.

Vince returned the grin, mirroring his father's predatory expression. "Just celebrating our… new potential, Dad."

Greg stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He, then begin to takeoff his shirt, revealing that beyone the chest that's still powerfully muscled, he's indeed stacked all over

"I understand perfectly," Greg said, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. "Enki did a wonderful job, don't you think?"

The air crackled with unspoken understanding, with the shared purpose of two alien entities inhabiting human forms.

Identified operative 'Father', the alien within Vince transmitted, a surge of elation flooding his mind. Synchronization complete. Commencing phase two…

The scene that unfolded in the bathroom is disturbing, by human standard. The sounds of grunts and heavy breathing echoed through the small space, punctuated by guttural whispers and shared laughter. It's a perversion of intimacy, a grotesque parody of father-son bonding as Vince bobbed his head up and down while talking about "the plan for the future" while his father murmured in agreement, eyes fluttered with his breath hitched due to the sensation delivered by his son's own mouth. As Greg eventually relaxed and spent, Vince happily poured his father a handful as both men spent their day re-learning the bond that made them this close before welcoming Josh, Enki's human ally, later.

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Finally lol @alienpossession

one more part, if the folks out here have anything they wish to see in the final part, please tell us (you can reach me @fullfriendnerdclutch since this one cannot receive any chat) because I think we can still squeeze some things. Let's chat away

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Since you love it when people expanded your storyline, please allow me to entertain you about Cas because this is right up my alley @onelinerbust

Something extraordinary happened to me earlier today. As I smugly grin with my roommate to our enhanced reflection in the mirror, my mind wandered to 10 hours ago when that hit me.

My fingers, stained with Cheeto dust and smelling faintly of lukewarm ramen, hammered away at the keyboard, lines of Python code blooming on the screen like digital weeds. The hum of the server rack in the corner was my white noise, the flickering monitor my campfire. This was my life, resident basement dweller in a leafy, aggressively liberal campus more interested in protesting free speech than actually engaging with it.

My world consisted of logic gates, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional awkward conversation with a teaching assistant about why my sorting algorithm was eating up more memory than a browser running Chrome. Social life? Non-existent. Romantic prospects? Laughable. I’d spend my weekends huddled in the dimly lit computer lab, bathed in the cool glow of screens, while the rest of the campus pulsed with parties and… well, whatever else regular college kids did. I wouldn't know. Regular wasn't in my programming.

*bzzzt bzzzt*

Little did I know back then, it was the catalyst. It was a rarity for someone to message me, most of the time people reached me through the more accessible socials, message to my phone number usually ended up as spam. But something – a flicker of boredom, maybe – made me pick it up and unlock it.

The message was long, rambling, and…...weird.

“Cas, wake the fuck up. This is a trick, you are NOT a spineless soyboy. You’re supposed to be a GOD, remember? 🤯 Alpha💪🏻. American 🇺🇸. White 🫵🏻. You have all it takes to become the God that you are destined to be! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸 This is not it! Look at you, pathetic. Remember gridiron glory? Friday night lights? The roar of the crowd as you, Chad ‘The Crusher’ Hansen, leading your team to victory? 🏈🏈🏆 Remember the cheerleaders, their pom-poms a blur, their eyes hungry for you? Remember the taste of victory, the scent of their slick pussy🍑😏, the adoration in their eyes when they kneel to your greatness🍆💦🧠? You deserve it all. It’s your birthright. This woke bullshit campus is trying to neuter you, but deep down, the alpha is still there. Let him out. Unleash the beast 😤👹👹 They want weakness? Show them power. They want equality? Show them hierarchy. They want gentleness? Show them dominance. Go take what's yours, Chad. Grab your crown and spoil, king 👑, you know I'm right and you approve this message! 😤😤

The message was punctuated with emojis – flexing biceps, crowns, American flags, and an unsettling number of suggestive faces. My brow furrowed. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank. Some right-wing troll farm had probably gotten hold of my number. I was about to delete it when a strange warmth spread in my chest. Like a shot of something potent and unfamiliar.

It started small. A tingling in my fingers, then a tightening in my gut, like I'd just downed a gallon of protein shake. My vision sharpened, my glasses become an obstacle so I took it down. The code on the screen, which had been a comforting blur of familiar symbols, now seemed almost… insulting. My shoulders straightened instinctively. I flexed my fingers, and there was…more there. Definitely more. Concerned, I decided to make a dash to the bathroom, trying to relive myself and not disturb the others with my painful groan

As I entered the empty, secluded bathroom, that was when it hit.

It wasn't a slow transition. It was a goddamn reality shift. One second, I was Cas, the hunched-over coder, the next…I trembled on the floor as my body screamed with a new kind of awareness. My skin flushed with heat as it gets tighter, stretched over something hard and defined. Muscles. Real muscles. Not the flabby kind that comes from hauling bags of chips from the store to the dorm. These were….sculpted....powerful, dare I say.

Despite my attempt to look at my surroundings and begging for help, I only let out a weak, pathetic whimper as my gaze dropped to my swelling arms. I ripped off my oversized, stained hoodie, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The skinny, pale limbs I’d known my entire life were gone. It was replaced by thick, corded arms with veins popping under my now tanned, still-white skin. I managed to get some control over my trembling, swelling form, as I pushed myself to stand up. Then, as if a truck just hit me, my reflection stared back from the dirty bathroom mirror

It wasn't me, I thought rightaway, but a painful glitch hit my brain and I relaxed afterward.

The round, soft face was gone. Sharp angles had emerged – a strong jawline, high cheekbones. My eyes, which had always been a bland, watery blue behind thick glasses, were now a piercing, intense steel-grey, framed by this intimidating, darker eyebrows. My boring, unimpressive thin brunette with signs of receding hairline, had thickened, styled into a coiffed, blonde cut that framed my face perfectly. And… holy shit, my chest. I was enamored by the sight of it…defined...yet pillowy too, definitely the kind of pecs that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it for too long

The rest of my torso were equally outstanding, rippling with muscle and power beyond even my wildest imagination. A six-pack, for Christ’s sake! I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling the hard ridges beneath my skin. It felt… alien. And utterly, undeniably amazing.

Below the Adonis belt… well, let’s just say things were… proportionately enhanced. The message hadn't lied. Eight inches? Minimum. This wasn't just a physical transformation. It was…fundamental. A complete rewrite of my being.

And the memories…they flooded in, vivid and visceral, like a lifetime I’d somehow forgotten. Friday night lights. The roar of the crowd. Me, Chad Kensington, throwing a perfect spiral, the ball whistling through the air, finding my receiver in the end zone for the winning touchdown. Cheerleaders chanting my name. The hot press of bodies in the locker room, the smell of sweat and victory. The adoring gazes of girls, lining up for a piece of me.

Chad Kensington. That's me now. That had always been me. And this Cas memory… this weak, nerdy shell, this “Cas,” was just some… aberration. A glitch in the matrix, finally corrected.

A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone pulsed through my veins. I thought to myself, this is power. This is dominance. This is what I was meant to be.

I remembered that I reached down, gripped myself through my sweatpants – they were suddenly too tight, too strained at the seams – and started to stroke hard, the phantom memories of cheering crowds and eager pussy fueling my hand. Chad Kensington, college star. Chad Kensington, panty-dropper extraordinaire. Chad Kensington, alpha male supreme. The image solidified in my mind, burning hot and real. I came hard all over the bathroom, my streak of thick, white cum painted the tiles, the mirror and even coagulated at the sink, the force of it surprising even myself, the false memory of adoration and conquest washing over me like a tidal wave.

When I finally opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, I realized that this would the very last time I would be jacking off to my dick in such a pathetic state. My baby batter would not be wasted in an empty, secluded bathroom like that so I quickly put my clothes back on and dashed to the computer lab to made my exit from the confine of that oppressive cage.

As I entered the lab, I remembered it suddenly felt… suffocating. Small. Pathetic. It wasn't my place anymore. Chad Kensington didn’t belong in a basement coding Phyton and shit. He belonged out there, dominating, conquering, taking what was rightfully his.

"Chad, what took you so long?"

Yeah, that was fun. Ramsey......did that pathetic TA really tried to intimidate me with that furrowed brow of his and confined me with bureaucracy BS? Well, he better be fuckin' jacked first before starting to act tough to me. Then, my brain started working. Maybe Ramsey can be less of a whiny, judgy TA if he received the message, so I just forwarded the message to him and smirked as I told him that I sent my reason to his personal messenger and I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. He turned around and started to read the chat, and from the small glimpse that I managed to peek, the message is different from what I received! That's when the realization hit me. I legit mouthed "Damn" to myself as I realized that it's adaptive......like, that shit can change based on who read it. That revelation made my head spin, that message was indeed some fucking precisive, hi-tech work there. But the effect seemed to be the same, it made the reader into its best version of themselves, because how do you explain that a fucking algorithmic TA all-in-a-sudden have the built of a jacked bull like that, huh?

As he allowed me to grab my bag and leave the lab with a knowing nod, my stomach growled – not from hunger, but from a different kind of hunger. A primal urge. And then it brought me back to this very room as I remembered Kate, Jason's girlfriend. I know Jason, my roommate, was still at his stupid philosophy club meeting as I cleaned out my table, probably droning on about existential dread and Kate.....Kate was always… around, waiting for him. She's pretty enough, in a bland, accessible way. And always subtly, almost unconsciously, throwing glances my way. I knew even from back then that it must be the fucked up, corrupt message that made me think that way because Kate would never glanced to pathetic, asocial Cas, but at the same time, I was hit by this duality as I remembered myself as NOT Cas. Of course she glanced at me, I'm Chad fucking Kensington and people will not only glance my way, they will snap their head to view my greatness.

I strode out of the computer lab, my newfound muscles rippling under my thin tanktop (which also felt alarmingly small and tight). The campus walkways felt different. People noticed me. Heads turned. Girls giggled. Guys gave me that wary, respectful nod that alphas exchanged. It was intoxicating.

When I finally arrived at my dorm room, it was unlocked, as usual. Jason was perpetually trusting, another symptom of his pathetic beta male existence, I thought. I pushed it open, and there she was, Kate, sprawled on Jason's bed, scrolling through her phone, oblivious.

“Hey,” I said, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered. Chad’s voice.

She looked up, startled as I take my shirt off so casually to reveal the sheen of sweat that seemingly coated my body. Her eyes widened, lingering on my… physique. A flicker of something in her eyes I recognized – desire – flashed in them.

“Cas? Uh.... sorry, the room is unlocked, Jason said.....I....I can wait in his bed. You just finished with practice?” Her voice was breathy, a little uncertain.

“Chad,” I corrected, stepping closer. “It’s Chad,"

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my chest. “Chad,” she repeated, testing the name on her lips as I can see the memory started to jog on her brain. “Yeah, Chad.”

“Jason’s not here,” I stated, knowing it wasn’t a question.

She shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No, he’s… still in philosophy club.”

“Right,” I said, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my hand closing around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her skin was soft, yielding in my grip. Too soft. She needed to be hardened up. Tamed.

“By the way, read your phone, dropped something you would be interested to read," I said, glancing at her phone with a knowing smirk as I decided that she would be my first female guinea pig

I watched it in real time how the bland, average-looking Kate started to get way more prettier, leagues above Jason definitely, the curve gets wilder and her face really turned exactly how I imagined a sultry blonde bimbo falling head over heels for me would look like. So, after proving my little theory to be correct, that the message is transformative beyond men, I decided to test out yet another probability. Her slightly vacant eyes gave me idea as I saw a potential to create more excitement, more chaos, so I grabbed her by the chin to made her stare at me and start digging

"You get close to my roommate just to have chances to be in the same room with me, don't you? You're not the brightest girl out there, Cathy, I can see right through your play,"

Bingo, I smirked in my mind. That mind was jogging hard to made my words her reality. And since I have started anyway, I decided to take it up a notch to made my words her Bible

"In fact, you always fantasize Jason as me, right? This room smelled like me, you can taste me in the air so when you close your eyes as Jason fucked you, that mind of yours played this little game to make you think I was the one doing the fucking, huh? That's why you always come here earlier than Jason and I, you imprinted my fucking musk in your head by digging through my dirty laundry and closet so you can go through that unimpressive sex with Jason with me in mind, don't you? Well, he's not around, so why not use this time for you to just taste the real thing?"

She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. And seemingly taken over by her wilder, improved side, she started licking and kissing my abs

We were on Jason's bed in seconds, her clothes ripped open, the cheap fabric tearing easily under my hands. She moaned like a slut in heat, calling my name like I'm his God and only savior which fueled my dominance. It was power. It was control. It was… right.

Just as I was piledriving my cock into her now very irresistibly tight pussy, the door swung open. Jason stood there, textbooks clutched in his hand, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Me, thrusting hard into his girlfriend, her muffled moan filling the room.

“Cas?!” His voice was a strangled squawk.

I paused, looking up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Chad,” I corrected again. “And you need to check your phone, Jason,”

He stared at me, bewildered, then slowly lowered his gaze to his phone, which he thankfully had in his pocket. He fumbled it out, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and then… his eyes widened. He read something on the screen, his face shifting, contorting.

The change wasn’t as instantaneous as mine had been, but it was happening. His posture straightened. His shoulders broadened. His soft, doughy face hardened, angles emerging where there had been curves. His eyes sharpened, losing their bewildered puppy-dog look, gaining a new, predatory gleam.

“Holy… fuck,” he breathed, dropping his textbooks to the floor with a thud. He looked at me, a grin spreading across his transformed face, a grin that mirrored my own. “Chad?”

“Welcome to the club, bro,” I said, nodding. “Plenty to go around.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly decent set of pecs that I didn’t remember being there before. He was still smaller than me, but… he was getting there. Fast.

Without a word, he joined me on the bed. Cathy, who had been silent and still during the initial shock of Jason’s arrival, moaned again as he climbed on top of her, his gaze now burning with the same predatory hunger I felt.

We tag-teamed her, me dealing with her now bubbly, curvy ass while Jason handled the front, his now uncut 6 inchers really bruised her throay in a brutal, animalistic act of dominance. Tears and sweat leaked out of her alongside the obvious pussy juices and saliva, but she's not really protesting despite all the shit we did to her, just… taking it. Submitting. Like the good, cheerleader slut she was. It was… satisfying. In a deeply, disturbingly primal way.

Later, after we were done, Cathy panted for breath looking like a total wrecked mess on Jason's bed as I and Jason stood side-by-side, flexing in front of the mirror. The dorm room felt… different. Charged. Alive. With power.

As my mind snapped back to the current situation and how much change I have caused, Jason's question really cause a stir in my mind

“Think this… message… can do this to anyone?” Jason asked, running a hand over his newly defined jawline.

I smirked. “Oh I know this shit can do it to anyone. But let's see how far this can go,"

I pulled out my phone, found the message, and forwarded it to the Computer Science group chat. A chat filled with other pathetic, nerdy guys like I used to be. Guys who needed… guidance. Correction.

Almost instantly, phones started buzzing and pinging around the dorm. Then, shouts. Yells. The sound of furniture being overturned. Loud, aggressive music blaring from open windows. Footsteps pounding in the hallway.

Jason and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned. Wide, feral grins.

The campus is about to change. And Chad Kensington, along with his newly minted alpha brothers, is going to be leading the charge. My birthright, after all.