gearboy87

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Gianluca Di Lorenzo

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Avis Abyss Masterpost

[PATREON]/ [DISCORD]

Subject Captions

[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10], [11], [12], [13], [14]

Subject Symposia's

[Trance], [Subject v submissive], [Files], [Tists], [Dumbing Down Dread]

How to's

Alpha: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6] Bull: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6] Bro: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6] Jock:[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6] Himbo: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6]

Avis Abstractions

[Alpha-tizement], [Public Transformation], [Tiger Stripes], [Gym Ambiance]

Avis alignments

[Good], [Neutral], [Evil]

Collaborations

[Alpha State] w/ @eliteaestheticbrah Paths of the Himbo: [CumDump], [Muscle Slut] w/HimboHeaven Goodimpressions/@notmuchtoconceal readings: [1], [2], [3] @chrispyre The Pyre collection [1], [2]

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Rubber diver gear up

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I was told by a friend that this gear would be comfortable to work out in. What he didnt mention was that it was possessed!!!!!!!

One moment I’m trying the gear on feeling it. It was very comfy. Next thing I know I felt its power surge thru me. I was beginning to lose control. I could feel the spirit pushing me aside and then all at once I lost control.

“Damn man” i said….he said..as me

“God this feels amazing” he began playing with my dick and there was nothing I could do to stop him

“Shit dude this dick is nice” the other me said. 

I wanted it to stop. I wanted control again but that was not happening.

I began to smirk. Other me must have known what i was trying.

“Sorry dude, but I am not ready to give this body up. Too many men I need to fuck in the body. God I miss fucking men and you have the body for it.”

FUCKING MEN!!!! I was not gay!! NO way was i about to fuck a dude.

A man came around the corner. It was my friend Greg who told me about the workout gear. 

I smiled

“Hey there Boyd” other me said

Boyd?

“My name in this body is Greg” Greg said.

“Oh sorry, Greg. Thank you for giving me this amazing body!! I love it”

“No problem. I knew that you would love it and it works out that these guys always hangout together so there would be no suspicion.” Greg said

He began wrapping his hands around my waist and planted a kiss on me. I wanted to pull away so badly but my body leaned in and gave him a big kiss back. I wanted to scream so bad but I couldnt do it. The kiss was slow then it intensified into more. I began to get hard. NO!!! I dont need to be hard kissing Greg but it was too late. It was happening.

Greg pulled away.

“Sorry baby” he said “ i just need you so bad” 

This wasnt Greg. This was another Possessor like the one who took over me. Tricking me into the host for his boyfriend.

“Its ok” I said “ I want you too. Cmon lets go find a quite place and fuck.”

Greg pulled me into one of the Private changing rooms at the gym and began kissing me again. He was getting naked and so was I. I could feel my penis throbbing for him. It wasnt right. im not GAY!!!!

I began playing with his dick stroking it. He began to do the same for me. I couldnt help myself i started giving in. the pleasure was so freaking intense. God it felt good. i didnt want to think of Greg this way but DAMN that felt awesome.

I took Greg and turned him around and began to plow his tight bubble butt of an ass. That only made my throbbing harder. He felt so good. I only tried fighting a little but the pleasure and the sensation of it all was too much.

Was i getting into being possessed? i couldnt tell anymore. i kept pounding and moaning and so was Greg. I finally couldnt hold it anymore and exploded into his ass with such intensity that i began moaning loudly.

The sensation was so orgasmic that I couldnt tell if the possessor or i was in control anymore. sensations and an amazing feeling flooding me. I layed back for a second, panting.

Greg turned around and smiled “that was amazing babe.” he was still rock hard

“I think we need to take care of your hard on there handsome” i said.

there was a knock at the door. apparently my moaning got the attention of someone

“Right on time” i said and pulled a pair of those shorts out of a bag in the corner. i threw it to Greg and he opened the door to let the guy in.

“ Are you guys ok i heard schouhghhghlkjkl;j” said the guy and was cut off when the shorts hit his ass and conformed around him taking control. he jumped around a little and then settled with a smirk and took his clothes off except the gear.

“How may i be of service to you today” he said

I smiled “ I need you to take care of my boyfriend here and then ill need you to take care of me. I am feeling up for round 2″

“Gladly” he said and turned around and got to his knees and began servicing Greg. I stared and watched.

I didnt know how to get out of this. im hoping one day i can but until then, i am going to enjoy the show

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Bruce anxiously hopped out of the car.  He had just arrived at the national park with his best friend Chris and this was the day he would propose to him.

They met on the swim team in high school and quickly became good friends. They seemed to be together for every major event in each other's lives since then. They won swim competitions together, went to the same college, and Chris was even there when Bruce's mother passed away.

They dated for a bit in college, but after they graduated life seemed bent on keeping them apart.  They both got jobs in other cities and began to drift away. They would catch up every now and then by phone or skype, but it was never like old times. But Bruce was so excited when he got promoted and was transferred to the same city as Chris.

This hike meant so much to Bruce. It was a chance to not only celebrate his promotion, but it was also a way to really reconnect without any outside interference. A chance to express his thoughts, emotions, and dreams for the future.

The plan was they would reach the mountain top right before sunset. Bruce would,  of coarse, get down on one knee and confess his deep love to Chris. After Chris said yes, they would set up a site and spend a beautiful night under the stars.

Everything was going according to plan.  They had been hiking for 2 hours and would soon be at the peak. But then the strangest thing happened.  A man dressed head to toe in rubber stepped out of the woods in front of them. The man had a loose fitting black rubber body suit on with rubber boots, rubber gloves, and a gasmask. The rubber man didn't say anything to them, But they could hear to slow deep breaths coming from the gasmask.

Bruce and Chris looked at each other confused. The rubberman then reach out an arm and offered them a gasmask. Bruce and Chris didn't say anything and began to turn around in hopes of avoiding any further interactions with the rubberman. As they did turn around though they noticed even more rubber men standing behind them.  And Bruce's relief to finally be alone with Chris, quickly became anxiety that they were all alone in the woods with these crazy rubbermen. What were these men doing out here and what did they want with Bruce and Chris.

Both Bruce and Chris were vetry strong muscular young men, but there were too many of the rubbermen for them to overpower. And the rubbermen were beginning to close in on them fast. So Bruce and Chris began to run.

They ran off of the path and into the woods, pushing rubbermen out of their way. Bruce was so focused on running away from the rubbermen that he didn't notice Chris had tripped over a tree root and fell. Giving just enough time for the rubbermen to swarm around Chris. Chris yelled and Bruce turned around, but at this point Bruce was too far ahead to help Chris. But Bruce could see the rubbermen hold down Chris and force the gasmask over his head. The gasmask seemed to suction itself to Chris's head, subduing the young man enough for the rubbermen to control him without much force.

The rubbermen stopped trying to persue Bruce and turned around and walked towards Chris. They formed a large circle around Chris and they began to breath heavily through their gasmask in unison. Chris grabbed at the gasmask on his face trying to take it off. But the longer the gasmask was on the more relaxed Chris became. He then gave up trying to remove the mask and instead unhooked his backpack, letting it fall to the ground. He then pulled out his phone and took off his smartwatch. He placed them on the ground and began to violently smash each device with his boots until each was inoperable. Then Chris stood up straight and let his arms fall to his side, breathing in heavily through his gasmask in unison with the other rubbermen. The rubbermen broke the circle and Chris began walking naked and robotically into the woods as if he knew where he was going. The other rubbermen began forming a line behind Chris and they all marched in unison.

Bruce watch, from a far, in disbelief and thought,

"What was going on?"

" What did they do to Chris?"

And he didn't know what to do. They were so far from any kind of help. And if Bruce left to get help he may never see Chris again.

So Bruce began to follow the men into the woods. If Bruce could just get to Chris and pull the gasmask off his face, they could bolt and hopefully lose the rubbermen.

The rubbermen continued to follow Chris into the woods until they reach an abandoned military complex. Out front of the complex were a few men not in rubber but military uniforms and gasmask. They saluted and watched the rubbermen and Chris walk into the complex. They then stood out front of the complex with rifles guarding the entrance.

It was dark outside and Bruce knew he wouldn't be able to go through the front, so he began to walk around the complex looking for an alternate way inside. He walked up to a side door to see if it was open. When all of a sudden two military drones emerged from the door, grabbing Bruce and pulling him inside.

Once inside, Bruce quickly looked around trying to orient himself. It was a large dark concrete room with no windows. There were hundreds of crates, against the walls,  stacked on each other. There was a single light, hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, where the drones brought Bruce.

Bruce fought and struggled but it was no use. The drones overpowered Bruce and force him to his knees. Pushing down firmly on his shoulder to hold him in place.

Bruce yelled out "Where's Chris?

"Why are you doing this to us?" But the drones didn't respond. Then Bruce heard footsteps and deep breathing in front of him. The drones let go of Bruce and he looked up in fear. But it was just Chris, standing rigidly, completely naked over Bruce. Chris's muscular body glistening with sweat. Bruce thought that Chris looked so hot. And the sound the sounds of slow heavy breathing pulsating from  the gasmask still over his head made Bruce a bit excited.

Bruce popped up and hugged Chris.

"Chris, I was so worried. Are you OK?" Bruce said, But Chris simply kept staring straight ahead as if he was looking past Bruce. Chris began breathing even heavier through the gasmask. Bruce tried to look into Chris's eyes  but was unable to see them through the dark lenses of the gasmask.

Chris mindlessly pointed at one of the drones.  The drone put down its gun and walked over to one of the crates, opening it. The crates were full of gasmask and the drone grabbed one and walked over to Bruce, offering it to him. Bruce knocked it out of the drones hand and it fell to the floor. Bruce then reached up and tried to pull the gasmask from Chris's face, but it was no use. The mask was suctioned too firmly.

Then one of the doors, to the room, swung open and hundreds of the rubbermen flooded to room. Creating a circle around Chris and Bruce.

Bruce began tearing as the feelings of dread and despair grew inside him. He shook Chris as if trying to wake home from a dream. But Chris wasn't there he realized. Chris was just a mindless drone like the rest of them.

But then Chris turned his head to Bruce. The lenses of the gasmask looking directly into Bruces eyes. Chris then began to gently caress Bruce's face. Bruce leaned into Chris's hand and began to profess his feelings for Chris. He told it that he had always loved him, that life kept getting in the way of that love, and that he wanted to marry Chris so that they would be together forever.

Then, in a deep robotic monotone voice, Chris responded to Bruce.

"Put on the gasmask Bruce".

"Everything will be better. No need to think. No need to worried, just mindless obedient bliss".

"We can be together forever. Isn't that what you wanted Bruce?"

But Bruce began to cry even more, unsure of what to do, falling to Chris's feet.

"Pick up the gasmask Bruce and put it on" Chris said.

"It's the only way Bruce".

"Do it for me Bruce, because you love me. Show me how much you appreciate me, and how much you want to be with me".

Bruce picked up the mask and looked up at Chris. He wanted to please Chris so badly and show Chris how much he loved him. He knew he was trap and this would be his only chance from now on.

So Bruce slowly slide the gasmask over his head and took a deep breath. The mask immediately suctioned itself to his head. The gas from the mask began to take affect and Bruce began to relax. He started to hear the voices and commands of the collective in his mind and Bruce felt happily obedient. Bruce wouldn't mindlessly obey the orders of the collective, but most importantly he was perpetually connected to Chris. He could hear Chris's thought and feel the same mindless bliss. They were finally a unit and nothing would separate them ever again.

Bruce stood up letting his arms fall to his side as the gasmask took over complete control of his mind. Knowing this was were he was suppose to be.

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A simple file to push you to improve yourself and love doing so. Come on bro’s you know you gotta workout. You know whats waiting for you on the other end. Do it. Go deep and workout

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New mind, new body, new life!

Wha… what’s going on? Where am I?, Ryan wondered opening his eyes. Why am I tied up?

His mind felt dizzy and his body weak.

“I see you are awake. Perfect.“ The voice came from his right. Startled he awoke immediatley and looked at a guy in a police uniform holding up a syringe and smiling the most twisted smile Ryan had ever seen.

”Don’t worry, it is almost done. I guess you have a lot of problems remembering how you got here or who you are. That won’t matter anymore. In this syringe is the answer to all your problems.“

Ryan wanted to scream or fight, but he was still too weak. The injection kicked in immediately and after a few seconds Ryan lost consciousness again.

The policeman smiled as he saw his victim drift away. He had already prepared a gasmask to make sure the transformation would be as efficient as possible. He took the rubber and covered Ryan’s body completely, leaving just a small breathing hole open.

Immediately the rubber attached itself to the skin

Breathe in and breathe out! Feel the new power! It is ok! You are safe! Just give in!

Breathe in and breathe out…

The policeman couldn’t stop smiling as he took off the first layer of rubber of his victim and saw that the rubber had become a new skin and transformed him completely.

Slowly the new DRONE awoke. He looked at his new master smiling.

”You feelin good?“ his master asked.

DRONE nodded.

”Touch your new skin and feel that power!“

The DRONE obeyed and felt comfortable in his new skin.

“New mind, new body, new life“, his master said and DRONE smiled.

„You will be different from the DRONEs you will create! You will still keep a bit of personality, a bit of attitude, that I implemented into you!“ The policeman smiled an evil smile.

DRONE felt complete. He knew he would make his master proud.

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I took a couple of pictures, and sent them to Tony. "What do you think of this one?"

"Fuck!" came the reply.

"Huh, you like?" There was no reply so I sent another message, "I'm looking too hot for you aren't I?"

After a few minutes he replied. "Where did you say you found these body suits?"

"I found them in my son's closet--hidden."

"Fuck!"

"What's the matter?"

Another long silence. "That's my boyfriend Daniel, we've been going out for the past three months."

A heat washed over me. "This is the guy you've been talking about?"

"Yeah"

"Son of bitch. Haha, you've been dating my son and you didn't know?"

"Shut the fuck up," the reply came back almost instantly.

"Hey, don't get upset with me. He's twenty-three, he can do what he likes."

"If you feel like that then I have something to show you."

My phone bleeped again, there was a picture of my son. "Yeah, it's Chris. So what."

"No, it's me, Tony. Your son's not the only one with a collection of suits."

I looked at the photo, and then the reflection of the giant in the mirror. "Give me ten minutes, I'm coming over."

"What?"

"I'm coming over, I just need to find some clothes that will fit this mother fucker."

There was another pause, "Sweet, I can't wait."

"Oh, and get the fuck out of my that suit that makes you look like my son."

"Aww, why?"

"Because I'm going to be your boyfriend tonight, and when I leave tomorrow I'm going to be looking like my son. I want to find out what else he's been doing, and I'm going to start with his friends."

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I'd spent the night with Tony. I'd found a stash of clothes in a trash bag where my son had hidden his collection of bodysuit. I was grateful as there was nothing in the house that would fit this guy I now looked like.

When I arrived he was still wearing my son's identity, I told him to take it off. As he took it off, I could feel my dick getting hard in my shorts. He pulled himself free and threw the suit on the couch.

He slowly approached me, and watched as I pulled off the clothes I was wearing. His eyes scanned up and down my torso as every muscle flexed.

On the way over to Tony's something had happened, the sensation and memories my son had experienced whilst being Daniel had stuck with the suit. I was able to be Daniel for Tony. I let him kiss and suck on my muscles, massaging oil into my heavy set body. The evenings began it's climax when I roughly grabbed him, threw him over my shoulder and took him to the bedroom. Needless to say, I met all his wildest desires.

The next morning I woke before Tony, and went to the kitchen for a drink. As I sipped on the water I looked at the suit of my son. "Fucker," I muttered to myself. "Why didn't he tell me about his collection, we could have had so much fun."

I put the glass down, and started to pick at the back of my neck trying to find the seam. *Found it*, I pulled hard and Daniel's face stretched and fell free coming to rest on his muscular pecs. I pulled at the opening and felt the cold breeze on my back. The weight of Daniel's upper body was enough to pull itself free. I stood there for a moment, wobbling under the weight of the giant that hung from waist. I stuck my hands inside the suit and wriggled myself out of the remainder of the suit which hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Don't go far Daniel, I've got plans for you," I chuckled.

Moments later I was pulling the suit of my son on--Chris, his muscular legs including the same generous dick I'd seen yesterday. I pulled the suit up further, pushing my arms down into the suits. I yanked at the shoulders heaving them over my own. Then I felt the prickle on my skin as the suit sealed up the back. Finally the head, I pulled it on, pushing it into place, and I felt it tighten as the seam disappeared.

In the mirror I could see Chris looking back, just as before I knew what the suit had experienced--Tony had never worn it outside the house. Then it hit me a searing paint that him me hard. I closed my eyes and the memory of Tony leaning over me, pushing a rag to my face--then darkness. Memories from Chris started to filter through, memories of before the suit was made. Was there some kind of genetic memory because I was his father?

I pieced together the memories, Tony had invited my son over to make some extra cash doing chores. Then he'd knocked him out, and made a suit--a copy of him. I started to draw on the suits memory, my son's friends. I chuckled to myself, Chris wasn't the only one that wore the Daniel suit. Most of his friends had posed as Tony’s boyfriend over the past three months. I don't think it bothered Tony that much providing he was satisfied.

Pulling on some sweats I returned to the bedroom and woke Tony. He looked shocked to see Chris standing over him. "It's me," I told him.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"I am, and that's why I'm taking this suit of my son. But I'll be back later, as Daniel, but pretend this never happened OK?" He nodded.

I returned to the den, and started to pull the heavy built giant back on--although this time over the suit of Chris I was already wearing. I found it easier this time as Chris was stronger than me.

Stretching Daniel's face into place, I once again became Daniel. I got dressed, and left Tony.

I didn't return home, instead I went to find Chris’ friends. Knocking on the door, Peter answered and let me in. Sitting around the lounge were my son’s friends. I looked between them and grinned. "Brought Daniel over, Tony wants to see him--any takers?" I asked as I started to remove Daniel.

Greg stood up. "Yeah, I'll do it." Greg was bigger than Chris, the school captain and QB. But he was gay, and he preferred to keep it a secret. He used the Daniel persona to get what he needed.

Still looking like my son, none of his friends were the wiser. My dick hardened as I watched Greg climb inside Daniel finally pulling its face over his own. He looked at me and grinned, he sidled up behind me, I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder. He reached around and grasped at my dick and slowly jerked me off until I spasmed and shot a load across the room. The other jeered and laughed.

"You know I could do so much more for you," Daniel whispered in my ear.

"Maybe later."

He got dressed and left, after cleaning myself up. I followed the others to the back of the house. In a back room there was a collection of ten or so suits hung up, with boxes of clothes. One of the friends turned to me, "So you want to get a beer?"

"Sure," I replied.

The two of them smiled at each other, and rifled through the suits. One held out the suit of a girl, I recognised her instantly--Chris’ girlfriend. The other guy sheepishly held out anther suit. "Don't mind if your dad comes along do you?"

I swallowed hard, the second suit was a perfect replica of my own body. I pushed down the nervousness. "Sure dad, why not," I smiled.

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The Aardchive

All the stories posted on this blog, in alphabetical order by title.

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The Aairport: Alex & Eric Connor Absolute Power Bad Cop

The Bear Cap: Keaton Dakota Backseat Grandpa

The Board: 1, 2 A Body Built The Broadcast The Broadcast Boys Built Himself Up Campus Visit The Car Lot: Copped The Chief The Clifton Jocks: Fletcher and Winston Knight Czech Yourself Deeper Double D The Evolution of Corbin Brantley Jason Love Klutz La Petite Mort Made Man Major Mayor A Matter of Time Meat Market: 1, 2, 3, 4 M-U-S-C-L-E Name Recognition

New York Fucking City: New York Fucking City New York Fitness City Greenpoint

Old Dog, New Tricks

The Photo Booth: Chuck Dustin Eric George Liam Mikey Recruiting: Ethan Donovan Repair Costs Reset Room Sweep Standing Together Stuffed Shirt Style Scout Tattoo* Under New Management Wet

Wishing Room: Morning Wood Beefing Up Security Hot for Teacher The Dance

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